Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Hello... It's me, haha, it's been a while since we last met. Hmm? How come there's something like this? It's just a small matter, just a few fully automatic ones, just tell me how many you want, 50 6000 rounds of armor-piercing bullets... Shit, what are you doing? Are you going to fight? Is there anyone in New York who dares to fight you? Oh, I have a newly arrived full-cover heavy armor here, can you help me try it out? For your 5-man team, the price? 3 a set, what, are you interested? It's a deal.

! Screw you! What do you mean by try before you buy? You are not my friend. Okay, you want the bulletproof plate too? New. "Lancer started chatting with the other party on the phone. Coulson sighed, knowing that his biggest trump card was gone today.

"Oh, by the way, there's one more small matter. My clerk... not a crew member, the girl in the store seems to have gotten into some trouble. Please help me check, the ID number is..." Lancer quickly reported Skye's ID, "Can you solve it? Hahaha, thank you, you're so polite. I'll reserve a seat for you later to celebrate your success."

Apparently, the director of the FBI's New York branch, who had caused some trouble for Lancer before, planned to just let the matter go. It was no big deal for a young man to mess around on the Internet. He would come back and put his fingerprints on the case closing report they had written, then go to court, admit his mistakes with a nice attitude, and pay some fine, and then the page would be turned.

Lancer closed his phone and glanced at Coulson. "Notify John and the others to get 50 HK416s, 6000 rounds of armor-piercing bullets, 5 sets of heavy bulletproof vests, and 4-level bulletproof plates. Throw in a hundred bucks. Oh, and they also need stun grenades and tear gas grenades, the more powerful ones, 20 of them. Send them to... the New York FBI branch. Go get the guns back in a week and sell them to old man Irons at a % discount."

"Okay." Knight looked at Coulson a little arrogantly, then took out her cell phone and sent the message.

Is Skye's case still a problem? Whenever Skye goes there, the case will be closed!

"Congratulations, business is very good." Coulson was in a good mood and congratulated Lancer first. Everyone knew that the FBI and Lancer had a cooperation. The New York FBI would often suddenly have powerful and weird weapons, such as the M240 machine gun that they should not be equipped with normally. There were even a few times when they took out grenade launchers and rocket launchers, which made the gangs in New York stunned.

There is no doubt that this time they just need some heavy firepower firearms to let some confused guys know that after entering the United States, it is not the CIA rubbish outside who is in charge! My great country, the people are simple, hospitable, and a society ruled by law!

Coulson raised his eyebrows. Previously, the New York FBI started from a small car smuggling case and had uncovered a huge criminal network, ranging from car smuggling to drug trafficking to human trafficking. As the investigation unfolded, they discovered that this network lurking under the surface would do anything that was illegal. Apart from anything legal, they would do almost anything.

Even between the lines of Coulson's report to SHIELD, it can be seen that the agents in charge of monitoring this area are very confused. How can the FBI get so much intelligence so quickly? They just saw them breaking into the door, shooting, and cleaning up the scene. What about collecting intelligence? What about investigating clues? What about all that?

But now Coulson seems to have figured it out. The man in front of him is fully capable of getting the necessary intelligence! After all, Kingpin would not like these bastards who sneaked into his territory to steal food. So now someone wants credit and someone wants to get rid of the competitor, so it's a perfect match.

"Boss... me!" Skye's eyes were a little red. Although it was not a serious crime, it was very normal for Skye, who had no money to hire a lawyer, to go to jail for three to five years. She could not refuse this favor.

"Springfield, you go and comfort her, girl, I won't!" Lancer smiled at Springfield, who had already walked out of the bar and rolled his eyes, "You still can't?" Of course, Springfield would not destroy Lancer's stage at this time, patted Skye's shoulder and pulled her aside.

"So, can you give me a chance to ask her?" Coulson's smile was a little difficult. He was really optimistic about Skye. In his opinion, Skye was a girl with a sense of justice, a good mind, and good mobility. With a little training, she could become a future core agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Go ahead. If you take the person away, remember to settle the bill." Lancer did not refuse. Coulson had been very polite since he entered the door. He did not seem overbearing at all, nor did he expect to use the name of S.H.I.E.L.D. to pressure others. He was not angry even though he was slightly choked by him. He really deserves to be the gatekeeper of Marvel.

"No... I won't go! Even if the salary is higher, I won't go!" Skye decisively rejected Coulson's invitation. The girl even felt that the current situation was not bad, except that the salary was a little bit lower.

"Okay, if you change your mind, here's my business card." Coulson didn't hesitate and left after leaving his contact information.

1-197 Old Words

"Ha..." Lancer looked at Coulson's going away speechlessly and sighed. Harutian must have done it on purpose just now. He was pressing the Knight against the wall! The Knight was just talking tough, but Harutian sent a message and he had no choice but to come down.

Looking at RO635 who was happily chatting with Haruta, Lancer shook his head. Fei Ma had gone to see the decoration, the heroine was still sleeping, Chkalov and Amagi were whispering about something, and he was only in there for a few minutes before being politely escorted out by the two of them. It was obvious that Amagi was probably doing something according to her plan as before, especially in a world where the combat power was obviously on the low side for the ship girls. It was Lancer who found it strange that Amagi didn't think there was much potential for her.

"Hey! Boss!" When Lancer walked out of the store and stretched, Peter parked his bicycle on the small

He stopped in the alley, locked the car, looked up and saw Lancer, and greeted him very naturally.

"Well, I just happen to go to the shipyard as well." Lancer simply touched his waist, which contained an FN57 and two extra magazines. At least on this street, Lancer could carry guns relatively unscrupulously, and no one would bother him at all. When the FBI came to him to look for some explosives before, Lancer went out to chat with them in this manner, and the FBI didn't find it strange at all, not to mention giving them a bracelet, they also asked Lancer for an FN57 and armor-piercing bullets to pack up and take away.

After Alex, the iron-headed guy, left the neighborhood, the new policeman said hello to Lancer and became the ultimate slacker who would walk around in the morning to check in, walk around in the afternoon to clock out, and was never seen at other times. Naturally, no one cared about Lancer.

"Okay." Peter Parker stood up straight and followed behind Lancer. He had no complicated feelings at all. Looking at Lancer's back, he even felt safe. "Boss, the ship is almost ready. It will only take two days. Are you ready to go to sea right away?" Peter Parker asked a little curiously.

"Yeah, there's already a lot of business piling up over there." Lancer shook his head. Even though he could occasionally hire other people's vehicles or ships to transport goods, this was only possible occasionally. For many businesses, Lancer had to run them himself. He could be considered a local boss in the United States, and maybe in Colombia, but not overseas, especially compared to giants like Coco and Casper that had been operating for who knows how many years. Lancer could only run his own business.

Fortunately, Lancer had been doing quite well in the United States, so most of the local leaders had to give Lancer face. So even though it was a bit troublesome to negotiate in person, the risk was not too great. The last time he encountered a fool who wanted to chase him, that was a very rare case.

"Boss!" When Lancer walked in, Maxwell just came out of the office. He was a little surprised to see Lancer. Normally, a boss who has just been running around outside would be lazy for a few days. During these two days, he would have a good sleep, and then have sex with the boss's wives. He would not go out unless there was something important. Naturally, not going out included coming to the shipyard.

"I heard it's time to change ships again? Is Griffin II going to be replaced?" Maxwell looked at the huge ship with emotion. He had also fought against the wind and waves on this ship before. "But boss, you are developing really fast."

"Isn't the shipyard developing very fast? Don't you know what it was like when I asked you to take over?" Lanser smiled and shook his head. Maxwell was very capable, but when he was paranoid, no one could stop him. Of course, Lanser had no shortage of people who could sober Maxwell up.

"Yeah..." Maxwell looked at a small dock in the corner. At first, they just did some basic maintenance, and then developed it little by little. "Hey."

"What are you laughing at?" Lanser looked at Maxwell, who was grinning with amusement in his eyes. He himself had built up such a fortune from scratch. If it were someone else, he could have let a few professional managers manage it and then live a carefree life.

“Boss, you said that the Dockers’ Union is a bunch of idiots. They have been causing trouble for us since our shipyard started operating. However, not only did they not pay a penny to me, but they are also getting bigger and bigger. I don’t know what they are thinking.

"What else can they think? They are caught in a dilemma." Lancer walked onto the Griffin and patted the handrail on the side of the ship. "They have always claimed that they are seeking benefits for the workers, and then accused us of exploiting the homeless with low prices. What is the truth? They don't even look down, and our shipyard gives them hope." Lancer shook his head. "Of course, this is not important to them. What is important for them is to persist in opposing us."

"Yeah, all they need to do is oppose us." Maxwell said with a smile, "Matt's money is too easy to make. He comes every month to hand over a subpoena and then goes to a routine court session every month." Maxwell shook his head. When he first started working at the shipyard,

"Oh? Has Peter organized the construction alone?" Lancer saw that Peter, with the help of his classmates, lifted some equipment onto a boat, then unpacked them and began to sort them out, as if he was going to install them according to the drawings.

It's not the first time that Peter Parker, who comes to work on weekends, has installed these things, but this time he has to take the lead. He is responsible for the internal electrical installation of a cruise ship. Although it sounds simple, as long as these devices are connected to the power supply, the routing of the cables inside is a science. Otherwise, it will be very difficult to maintain them in the future. Peter doesn't want any unexpected situations to happen, otherwise it will be no fun when other ship workers come to his door with big wrenches.

"Boss..." Maxwell and Lancer walked to the stern together, and suddenly changed back to the old way of addressing, "Sometimes I wonder..."

"You're so comfortable now that you feel itchy all over. You're missing the days when you vomited until your stomach acid disappeared on the boat, right?" Lanser said half-jokingly, half-tauntingly.

In fact, not to mention Maxwell, even Lancer himself felt a little itchy after not being on the sea for a long time.

"Hehe..." Maxwell laughed, "I miss that time quite a lot." Maxwell was not just a simple electrician on the ship. During that time, Maxwell felt quite relieved. This was one of the reasons why he was able to calmly go ashore and serve as the shipyard manager later.

"Okay, work hard! This shipyard will be yours sooner or later. It looks like the old man has saved enough for insurance this year. He probably wants to retire and will soon want you to take over. Work hard!" Lanser smiled and shook his head, "How many days will it take for the ship to be built?"

"It can be undocking the day after tomorrow at the latest. I guarantee it will be as good as new by then." Maxwell said confidently, "In fact, the maintenance has been completed. The only thing left is to replenish some water and daily necessities on the ship. If there is any need, it will be done early tomorrow morning."

"By the way, pay attention to the troubles on the streets. I feel a little uneasy recently." Lancer sighed. RO635 behind him looked at Lancer with a puzzled look. Aren't we the ones who caused the biggest instability on the streets recently? After the vampire family in New York was overthrown by the mother of the Fiona, there was a power vacuum in the entire underground world. Then there was the power struggle of Stark Industries, which directly led to the top of the United States preparing to divide up the military industry of Stark Industries.

Relatively speaking, Lancer's trip to Mexico to rob a bunch of drug dealers was just a drizzle and no one cared. Oh, maybe the naval base in San Diego would be more concerned.

"I see. I checked the assault rifle you gave me last time. It's such an expensive thing. Boss, you might as well give me 5 yuan and give me a rapid-fire rifle." Maxwell said with a smile.

"Shut up. You can hang this thing in public. No matter how good my relationship with the FBI is, you will still go to jail tomorrow if you hang an AK." Lanser said unhappily, "Let's go. Let's put the boat on the sea tomorrow afternoon. If there are no problems, I will be ready to sail the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, by the way, when will the new ship be delivered?" Maxwell heard that this was a big ship, and with this big ship, according to convention, Lancer would definitely prepare to build a bigger dock in the shipyard, so that he could truly take orders for big ships. As for whether those other shipyards in New York would cry out in despair because of this, what did it have to do with him.

"The final outfitting has been completed, and it will probably be delivered soon. We will conduct sea trials ourselves, but we probably won't be able to use it right after the sea trials. After all, there are some modifications that can only be done by ourselves." Lanser said helplessly. Koko gave her a standard cargo ship with everything it should have, but in other words, there was no way to think about modifications as big as the Griffin, so Lanser felt that there was no rush. Even if the ship arrived, it would have to undergo a period of modification before it could be used to sail.

"Oh, someone is going to be so happy!" Maxwell immediately thought of SOPII who was so happy that she stood with her hands on her hips. Needless to say, their big robot had got a new toy.

"Yes, SOPII must be happy."

1-198 Whose Feast Is This?

"Hello, Frank? Why did you think of me at this time?" The agent handed the phone to Lancer. Lancer took the phone, took a look at it, and was a little dazed. This guy would never come to your house for no reason. It was most likely that his visit was not a good thing.

"Hey! I've arrived in New York. I heard that your coffee shop has become a hidden menu in New York City." Frank said somewhat happily on the phone.

"That car at the door can't be yours..." Lanser walked outside the coffee shop and saw a Cadillac parked on the side of the road. It was a top-of-the-line luxury car that didn't fit in with the neighborhood. Lanser walked over and knocked on the car window.

"Hahaha...I said, if you want to give him a surprise, you might as well just walk in and punch him." Irons' laughter came from the lowered car window. Two similar faces were laughing happily in the car, but their outfits were completely different.

Lancer didn't say anything, but smiled as he opened the car door. Irons got out of the car and hugged Lancer. "Next time something like this happens, give me some advance notice. It's really exciting to slap it on the face!" Irons' voice was a little trembling. He grabbed Lancer's shoulder and said, "Now I think you, a little bastard, put it up to tease me to get the information. Do you know? 50% of Stark Industries' military department?! I still feel like I'm dreaming now."

"It's 57% of the share we got! It's 57%!" Frank, who got off the car later, emphasized with a smile the advantage they had gained this time, because Lancer suddenly reached an agreement with SHIELD and transferred all the shares secretly held by SHIELD to the representative of the Democratic Party, Atlas Corporation controlled by Irons.

"Has an agreement been reached?!" Lancer was a little surprised. The shares of SHIELD should have just been decided, but Frank and his team completed the handover at the fastest speed. This efficiency is very un-American.

"Yes, it's done. The next step is to divide and demolish the specific departments." Irons took a deep breath, his face full of excitement. Lancer clearly saw the movements of his facial muscles.

When I got older and started working, I suddenly encountered such a great opportunity!

Because of Lancer's existence and Frank's series of operations, the Stark military industry department that fell into the hands of the Democratic Party would not be cut into pieces like the Republican Party because too many people wanted to get a piece of the pie.

"Not long ago, I was still gloating over the fact that I was about to be able to produce some rifles myself, but now I'm suddenly told, hey, man... are you ready to produce cruise missiles?" Irons' face was full of expression, "Damn, isn't this a bit too exciting?"

"Hey, Mrs. Springfield, can you give us some of the good stuff in the cabinet? I think an old man like me needs a little excitement." Frank looked at the bar, and finally stared at the drinks on the cabinet with a smile.

Springfield glanced at Lancer, who shrugged. Springfield smiled and shook his head, then took out a bottle of Heroine's whiskey from the cabinet.

Lanser raised his eyebrows. His Chuntian had some bad intentions. Was he going to let the female warrior cause trouble for him? Lanser smiled and nodded at Chuntian who was carrying a drink. Chuntian didn't say anything, but her eyes became charming.

"What are your plans next? You have to give out a lot of benefits every year." Lancer said with a smile. Nothing comes without a price. The Republican Party chose to cut into pieces because it lacks a person, or a group, who can stir it all up.

"It's nothing more than cross-holdings, combined control, and tolerating some idiots telling me what to do on my turf." Irons shook his head. "This is the price that must be paid." But Irons saw clearly that what kind of infighting would result in the future was a matter for later. Now, if he wanted to take over 57% of Stark Industries' military industry department, he had to pay the current price.

"So have you reached an agreement with Tony Stark, that naive guy who wants to change the world?" Lancer really didn't have much interest in the infighting among you Democrats. After all, for him, the biggest benefit of Irons taking over the military department of Stark Industries was that he wouldn't have to worry about Stark Industries' troublesome internal audit mechanism in the future.

"It's not settled yet. It's just as I said. Tony Stark is very smart. Although he has realized some things, he is indeed naive." Frank Underwood shook his head. Stark is difficult to deal with, very difficult to deal with! But Frank Underwood also admitted that the other party is very smart and is a good negotiating opponent.

Lancer smiled bitterly. In his memory, the price Stark paid for cutting off the military industry in the movie was that he was deserted by everyone. In the second Iron Man movie, he had no one to use. Apart from his mother Pepper, he even pushed his driver to the management level. The only thing this unlucky guy could manage was that every employee had to wear a badge...

Why did this happen? The reason is not hard to understand. Obaday has controlled Stark Industries for decades! Almost all the senior executives of the entire company, except Pepper, are Obaday's people! This is also one of the reasons why Stark wants to cut off the military industry regardless of the consequences. He has no control over this group of people. After Obaday lost power, this group of people still actually controlled most of Stark Industries' military industry.

In other words, if Obaday returns as a king, hey...at least the military industry department of Stark Industries will most likely turn against him in an instant. Not to mention that Tony Stark was basically a jerk in running the entire company, so all the interpersonal relationships on the arms trade line belong to Obaday...

In that case, Tony Stark might as well just sell off the entire military industry and get rid of these people! Moreover, he was not selling Stark's military system in its entirety, only the military industry.

In fact, Stark Industries' military industry can be roughly divided into three parts: 1. The R&D department. In a sense, this is the soul of Stark Industries' military industry department. Although most of them have been sold and laid off, a small number of research laboratories have been retained to work for the subsequent transformation of Stark Industries.

Second, the production sector was the hardest hit area controlled by Obaday, so it was cut up and sold.

2. Technology patents! This is the foundation of Stark Industries! Tony Stark is not stupid, he is even smart. He has no intention of selling any technology patents. Even in order to cope with the pressure from the military, he only allows the authorization of free use of some patents of Stark Industries within years. After that, we have to talk!

There is no doubt that because Stark Industries represents the most advanced American military technology, it is a huge temptation for everyone. However, technical patents are also an issue they cannot avoid. Without the authorization of these patents, all they get are some production lines and meaningless office buildings. For them, if they want to get a share of the next US military orders, Stark Industries' technical patent authorization is completely indispensable.

The two-year free period is only enough for them to barely cover the cost of the acquisition. If they want to make a living by relying on the military industry like Stark Industries did in the past, they must get these patents.

"We are in the process of contacting them." Irons smiled bitterly and pressed his temple. "The price that Miss Pepper offered is not low, but it is a package price, a one-time authorization per year. Although we all know that this price is quite tempting, it is still equivalent to about 40% of the total profit. If I execute it at this price, then I will be working for Tony Stark."

There was a lot of helplessness in Irons's bitter smile, because these weapons had too many exclusive patents of Stark Industries. After Irons took over, he had to pay Stark Industries for almost every patent.

Originally, for Stark Industries, this was included in the profits and had no impact. But for Irons, more than 40% of the profits had to be handed over to Stark Industries?! This was simply a naked vampire act! He couldn't accept it!

"It is probably impossible to iterate all products within two years." Irons was almost worried to death, and he picked up the cup and poured the whole cup into his mouth.

Lanser said nothing, tilting his head slightly, as if to say nothing about his own crazy black silk scientific research woman, even for the big machine master SOPII, the technology of this era is not a particularly troublesome thing, it seems that if he really wants to find a way, he can think about it, wait... Speaking of the big machine master...

"How's Ivan doing?!" Lancer looked at Irons.

"Ivan? Oh, you mean Ivan Vanko? The brown bear-like man!" Irons was so happy when he talked about it, "Gideon told me that last time a group of veterans got drunk in a bar and started a fight with him, and he ended up beating all of them... God, he's a technician, and a very good one at that."

"Oh?" Frank Underwood was stunned, and immediately narrowed his eyes, then looked at Lancer, "It seems that you have done things in advance."

"No, I just know that this guy is a very skilled person, and in some ways he can be a substitute for Stark..."

"So you want him to iterate on these weapons?"

"Yes, the only question is how good he is."

“Very high!”

1-199 Doubtful It and He

"Goodbye!" Lancer saw the two old friends out the door. Seeing Gideon and the others drinking coffee, he quickly put the unfinished coffee aside, opened the car door, and welcomed the two big men in.

"If you haven't bought any land near you, buy as much as you can." Frank said with a smirk, "Then sell it to him at a high price! You deserve it!"

"Hey! I'm your brother." Irons yelled dissatisfiedly, "Go buy it, little bastard!" After saying that, he got into the car in a bad mood. Then there was a fierce and noisy sound coming from the car. It was obvious that there was some personal conflict between the two brothers that needed to be resolved.

"This old couple." Lancer waved to Gideon who was standing by, and Gideon and his friends responded very friendly. After all, when they were on guard outside the door just now, Lancer signaled Springfield to let Skye and Tiyi bring them coffee and sandwiches. This made the security guards and soldiers feel that they were valued.

"It seems that we can have a good chat with these guys." Fei's mother, who had just returned from a stroll around the nearby decoration site, had an expression as if her child had made progress. She touched Lansel's head happily, making Lansel feel the greatness of her own mind.

Frank's suggestion to let Lancer buy the nearby land was obviously not without purpose. In addition to Astra, which will set up its company here, a series of supporting companies and enterprises of the Democratic Party will obviously settle here. And then... Lancer is the one who has put in a lot of effort in this event, and these reasonable profits are also one of the rewards for Lancer. Moreover, if Lancer does not earn this money, he will make money for the New York City government.

"Mom, do you think we should hire someone to build two apartment buildings nearby? This way, in the future..." All business operations will be handed over to the landlord!

"When your girls come, there won't be no place to stay, right?" Fei Ma poked the cheek of this bad boy. Are you kidding me? There are thousands of silly girls here. How can the living space be small?!

"How could you associate the past with that?" Lancer held Fei Ma's waist and walked into the coffee shop. The time before they went out to sea was running out, and they had a very important matter that had not been dealt with. However, in the past two days, it seemed as if everyone knew that he was going out to sea soon, and they all came in droves!

"Hmph! With your heartless mind, we have to worry about it ourselves!" Fei's mother kissed Lan Se and patted her bad boy. "I will take care of this, you can rest assured." Fei's mother smiled and said that she had found something to do for herself, which was very good.

"Tsk tsk, the number of people coming in these few days is really surprising." Lancer laughed. "The agent informed John and the others that we are going to Las Vegas for a two-day vacation. Let them take advantage of these two days of last break to relax. When we come back, it will be time to get busy." Lancer signaled to the agent beside him to send a message. The agent nodded, and Lancer's phone automatically forwarded what Lancer said.

Originally, this mission was that M4 was now having a headache about how to infiltrate the Hoover Dam, which was probably heavily guarded. Such an environment seemed to be open, but in fact it was almost completely blocked inside, and it was difficult to collect various intelligence. Maybe it was because of the

Because the sealed things are too dangerous, there is a lot of information about the external impact of the Hoover Dam in various film and television drama materials, but M4 has searched through various sources and has never seen any internal scenes. Even the documentaries about the Hoover Dam only have a few brief shots, which makes it impossible for the humanoids to piece together the internal structure of the Hoover Dam.

That's why Lancer had this plan. Since he couldn't figure out the specific structure inside, he would go and take a look at the site. By then, SOPII could release some small and micro drones to see if they could directly infiltrate the interior. Then he could conduct targeted intelligence research instead of being completely in the dark and relying on guessing as he is doing now.

"My lord, we have finished our work here. When are we going to set off?" Tiancheng appeared out of nowhere. He had been busy with Sopii over there with Chkalov. It seemed that he was busy with something. This made Lanser miss Sopii a little bit as he hadn't seen Sopii jumping around him for a few days.

"Let's go! To Las Vegas!" SOPII said happily.

"Are you really done?" Lanser looked at his big fox with some suspicion, then looked at Chkalov.

"Yes." Chkalov confirmed Tiancheng's statement. They had indeed completed most of the preparations, except for this last step. "Before we set off, Lancer, you have to help out!" Lancer had an expression of "as expected". It really was as expected.

"Please remember the agreement we reached before." Fei Ma glanced at Chkalov. Chkalov and others had promised that they would only carry out experimental projects requiring Lancer's participation if Lancer's safety was ensured.

"Don't worry, even if I break into pieces, I won't let this bad boy get hurt at all." Chkalov glanced at Lancer, "So let's do it without further ado, then we can catch the flight before this afternoon, otherwise we can only take the red-eye flight in the evening."

"Okay!" Lanser walked into the laboratory. He hadn't been here much in the past few days. Fortunately, there were not many changes. There were just some more equipment on the ground, and only a small narrow path was left for people to enter and exit.

"Is it the same as last time?" Lanser pointed at the machine that was used when he summoned Tiancheng last time, with a smile on his face.

"No... you don't have to stand this time... because we need precise positioning, we asked SOPII to make a chair for you." Chkalov walked to something covered with cloth, then removed the cover, and a chair with a lot of wires on the back appeared in his field of vision.

"..." Lanser took a look at the chair and then looked at Chkalov with a very speechless look, "Why does it look like an electric chair?"

"Oh, you mean the straps on top?" Chkalov leaned close to Lancer's ear. "This is my personal style. Do you like it?"

"Eh..." Lanser sighed speechlessly. This crazy woman in black silk stockings still wanted to tie her up and do whatever she wanted to her. "Just wait, sooner or later I'll tie you up."

"You don't have to wait for a whole day. I'll let you tie you up at night! But you may not have time today." Chkalov licked Lancer's earlobe and pressed Lancer on the chair.