Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"The person is in the underground garage, and we are chasing him!" M4's response was very direct. Just as she was speaking, the killer and her eyes met, "Confirmed target!" The female killer stared at M4 and immediately stepped on the accelerator to escape. However, M4 did not say anything, nor did he chase her. He just watched her rush out of the exit. "SOPII, do it."

"Hey! Hey! Hey~" SOPII's voice came, then the gear was engaged and the accelerator was stepped on to the bottom!

"Bang!" A loud collision sound!

The female killer's car had just left the garage when a pickup truck rushed up and rammed her car into a tree.

"The arrest is complete!" SOPII jumped out of the car and dragged the unconscious female killer out of the car window. By the way, he turned around and said to the policeman from WeChat business next to him, "FBI!" Then he reported a string of numbers to the mounted policeman, who simply verified it and immediately nodded in approval.

But what the mounted policeman didn't know was that the FBI branch in Las Vegas was immediately activated. The director thought about it and directly ordered his men to take action. When this man wants to make trouble, it is usually not a small matter. Almost all the field staff in the bureau were called out, and a large group of vehicles were sprinting towards the Bellagio.

"You guys... are so relaxed." Ethan looked at this simple scene, a little confused, "Benji, how are things going over there?"

"...They are planning to trade directly with the real thing...Are you serious?" Benji looked at Lancer in front of him with some frustration.

"The matter has been reported to the Russian Federal Security Service. If nothing unexpected happens, all Russian submarines and nuclear silos should have received emergency notifications from now on. All previous codes and countermeasures are invalid. These things are just waste paper." Lanser said with a smile, "As for the toys you prepared, they are just to bully those who don't know much. Those who have really come into contact with Russian nuclear weapons secrets will be able to tell the difference immediately after getting their hands on them."

"..." Benji was speechless.

"Okay, hold your guns. From now on, we are the security. The female warrior who changed Lancer's appearance stood up with satisfaction. There were many people who knew Lancer, because of the previous incident in Ukraine, more people knew Lancer. So if Lancer wanted to go up, he had to change his appearance. In the hands of the versatile female warrior, Lancer's appearance, visually speaking, had completely changed.

"Looks very handsome, but a little effeminate." Lancer fixed the ten rings on his arm, put on his jacket, and put the holster on his waist.

"Hey~" Binjiang didn't say much, but Fei Ma and Tiancheng retreated into the small room inside, waiting for the show to begin.

"You look good. Come here and give me a shoulder massage." Chkalov glanced at Lancer with a sidelong glance, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he began to tease Lancer.

"Sorry, security personnel do not provide services other than security." Lanser replied with a smile while adjusting his collar.

"Dare to disobey your employer! You are fired!" Chkalov pointed at Lancer with a smirk on his face.

"I'll deal with you when I get back!" Lanser rolled his eyes, crazy woman.

"The target is about to be reached." The agent's voice seemed to be on point.

"Humph!" Chkalov's expression returned to a cold one, and he placed the box sent by 95 at his feet.

"Hope everything goes well." Benji muttered quietly as he stood next to Lancer.

"Don't worry, it will definitely go better than Ethan's. Maybe we can catch a big fish."

"is it?"

1-205 FBI intercepts CIA

"Come in!" There was a knock on the door. Chkalov responded, then crossed his legs and motioned Benji to open the door.

Benji acted like a professional bodyguard at this time, motioning the two buyers who came in to raise their arms for inspection. The two did not say much, and naturally raised their hands to accept the inspection. After all, in the underground world, the money they were going to pay today was enough to buy several lives!

"Sit down." Chkalov simply and straightforwardly gestured to the seat opposite him, then took the briefcase at his feet and placed it on the table.

"You don't seem to be the seller we contacted." The person who came in took a look at Chkalov and immediately frowned. Obviously, Chkalov's appearance was very different from that of the female killer. After all, as long as you are not blind, you can recognize the petite type and the tall and sexy type at a glance.

"You are not my buyer." Chkalov threw a document on the table. "We are all in a business, is it strange to have a middleman?" Since Chkalov was called a teacher, he was naturally eloquent and naturally retorted. "Hurry up and check the goods, pay the money, and then we can get out of here immediately!"

"...You seem very anxious?" The other person frowned and looked at Chkalov in front of him.

"Since I knew it was you, I didn't want to be the middleman at all. I was afraid that the Russians would blow up half of the hotel. After all, they have been very angry recently and they really want to find something to vent their anger." Chkalov shook his short hair, "But she gave a lot, so I came."

"...Then I'll inspect the goods." After a moment's silence, as if he was somewhat embarrassed about his identity being exposed, or perhaps he thought about the reliability of Chkalov's words, the buyer finally chose to accept Chkalov's reasons.

"Okay!" Chkalov took the suitcase to the table and lightly touched his fingerprint. The fingerprint lock that had been violently broken by Lancer's girls opened automatically. Then he quickly put on a pair of gloves and took out a few pieces of paper from it. However, Chkalov, holding these verification documents, looked at the person in front of him and said, "Stand still. You can look, but you can't touch! Understand?" He glanced at Benji standing behind the buyer and Lancer behind himself and nodded. Lancer naturally lowered his hands and leaned in a position where he could quickly draw his gun.

"I understand." The other party nodded. The caution shown by Chkalov made him feel reassured in a sense.

"Please,!" Chkalov carefully spread out the documents, which were actually "waste paper", on the table, and handed the other party a magnifying glass.

"..." The other party began to observe the documents very carefully. Then at this time, Lancer heard the voice of M4 coming from the headset. "Commander! The FBI convoy is approaching." Lancer took out his gun without hesitation and pointed it at the two people opposite. "The transaction is cancelled, the FBI is approaching."

"I knew this deal wouldn't go smoothly!" Chkalov jumped up like a spring, quickly stuffed the pages into the suitcase and gave the order, "Kill them! This will at least distract the police."

"Hey! We are your buyers!"

"Who knows! You might be bait for the FBI, NSA, or even CIA." Chkalov quickly closed the password box. The other two people felt a little confused when faced with such words. Isn't your vigilance a bit too high?

"..." Benji on the opposite side felt a little speechless. Why are you still acting so seriously?

"Hey!" We have no ill will towards you, you can just leave, we will definitely not do anything unnecessary.

"No, no, no, it's safer for me if you die. After all, you've seen my face... Wait, your face..." Chkalov squinted his glasses. He carefully looked at the man who just checked the file, "Take off his mask, let's see who it is?"

Benji was stunned, muttering to himself, it can't be such a coincidence. But he still walked forward honestly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the face of the man who was checking the information. As soon as he touched it, Benji's heart skipped a beat. This touch... is too familiar. He exerted force left and right, and the mask was torn.

"Now... you can trust me, right?" The man in front of him narrowed his eyes and looked at Chkalov in front of him. Although he had just thought about whether to fight to the death, when he saw Lancer staring at him and pointing a gun at his companion, he finally gave up.

"Yes, I can really trust you..." Chkalov nodded. The agent's voice came from the headset. The identity of the person in front of him had been confirmed through the database comparison of Interpol and FBI. "I didn't expect you to come in person."

"So give me the stuff, we still have some time to complete the deal." Hendrix was the one who wanted to start a nuclear war and successfully used the CIA's internal intelligence leak to trick Ethan.

"Bang!" Lanser fired decisively, knocking down the two men with two consecutive shots.

"Why?!" Hendrix asked with a look of disbelief on his face, spitting out blood. He couldn't believe it.

"Oh, because my boss thinks you can do a better business." Chkalov went up and kissed Lancer. "Well, I acted well, didn't I?"

"Professional performance." Lanser said very naturally, then turned his head slightly and said to the girls who came out of the room, "Break their hands and feet, we will wait here for our FBI friends.

"No... this won't work! He belongs to us. What else does Benji want to say?" Lanser laughed on the spot. "If I were you, I would choose to take this opportunity to run away immediately instead of talking nonsense with me here. Dear, there is no such thing as Xiao

"Team, you are wanted criminals, and this is the United States, and the FBI is almost here." Lanser smiled maliciously, but the most important thing was to take out his cell phone and make a call.

"Mr. Lancer, I didn't scrap this cell phone number because I was waiting for your call." Lieutenant Colonel Hanaway's voice immediately came from the phone.

"I won't waste words. Hendrix is ​​in front of me and he's not dead yet. The FBI will be here soon. Name your price. If it's too low, I'll use it to make friends with the FBI guys." Lancer's words were full of malice. Benji, who had already run to the door with his colleagues, listened to Lancer's words with a confused look on his face.

"...You are not following the rules." Lieutenant Colonel Hanaway took a deep breath. For the FBI, the death of this greedy guy is a great achievement, and his life is naturally even better! Hendrix knows too much. If he reveals any secrets, it will cause huge losses and troubles to Russia.

"No, no, no... I can't run away. How can I break out of the building surrounded by the FBI while carrying two seriously injured people? This is too much to ask of me." Lanser was talking nonsense. The FBI did come, but they haven't sealed off the hotel yet. If he really wants to run, there might be some time window, but there might be a chase on the road by then.

"…50, and you can get your job done even if he's dead." Hanaway sighed. This troublemaker must be silenced.

"Well, I can only hand over this insincere price to the FBI." Lancer sighed louder than him, with a very helpless tone.

"One million. I can't offer a higher price." Hanaway shook his head with a wry smile. This guy's reputation was indeed quite honest. He would help as much as you gave him.

"Okay, let's just consider it as making friends." Lancer's voice had just fallen when two consecutive gunshots echoed in Lieutenant Colonel Hanaway's eardrums. Hendrix and his bodyguard were shot dead. "Give me an email address to receive the photos, and I'll send them to you. By the way, do you still want these waste papers?"

"No need. Like you said, it's just waste paper." After that, Lieutenant Colonel Hanaway hung up the phone.

Soon, the next call came into Lancer's phone. The FBI director in Las Vegas almost shouted, "What happened? We have received a report that there were gunshots?!"

"Oh, 2308, come up, um... a surprise attack, an internationally wanted terrorist kidnapped me." Lancer thought about it and made up a story.

"...Okay! Is the opponent's firepower strong?" He has already worked as the director of the FBI. If he can't hear the hints in Lancer's words, he'd better not do it.

"Oh, this, I saw a pistol." Lancer looked at the pistol in his hand, then picked up a tissue from the seat and wiped it carefully. However, after thinking about it, it seemed inappropriate, so he asked Benji for the pistol that Lancer had given him before, wiped it, and threw it next to Hendricks' hand, "I'm in the room, good luck to you guys."

"Got it!" The director closed his phone and turned around to give orders, "2306, action team! There are about a dozen hostages locked in the bedroom, move!"

"Yes!" A large group of FBI agents and action teams in combat uniforms ran frantically in the magnificently decorated lobby of the Bellagio. The elevators were directly occupied. According to the FBI's requirements, all elevators landed on the first floor and all stairwells were blocked layer by layer. The FBI was preparing for a big move with great fanfare.

Soon, Lanser heard a thump outside, followed by a burst of gunfire. Lanser curled his lips and said, "You don't have to waste ammunition like this when whipping the corpse!" While sighing, Lanser's door opened soon, and the local FBI director walked in with a smile and hugged Lanser.

"Dude, you're safe!" This was the biggest joke Lancer had heard today.

"Do you want to see the CIA embarrassed? This is like stealing their job." Lanser said with a smile.

“Oh!?” The director turned around and went out, then shouted outside with full energy, “They have accomplices on the run, immediately seal off and search the entire hotel! They are suspected to be defected CIA agents! It’s highly dangerous, cheer up!”

1-206 Preparing for Camping

"Look at this smug guy!" Lanser teased with a smile on his face, and the girls smiled and shook their heads.

Lancer and his friends changed rooms, and the hotel manager apologized to Lancer with a unhappy look on his face. After all, Lancer and his friends were really sneaked into their room when they were playing cards downstairs. Then some alarms they had set were triggered, so they went back to check, but they were captured directly by the other party. In a sense, their own safety was threatened.

If this gets out, it will definitely be a devastating blow to the reputation of Bellagio. Who would dare to come to a casino that can't even ensure security?

So the manager who had just been scolded by the boss had a very ugly face, but Lancer comforted him. The other party is a CIA agent. How can your security be compared with professional intelligence personnel? It is normal to have some mistakes. I have seen a lot of bad guys from the CIA, but I didn't expect them to play so big this time.

Of course, Lancer would not refuse the manager's suggestion to change the room.

The former FBI director of Las Vegas, in order to take credit, sent his cronies who rushed in without any regard for anything and just swept the room. The whole room was full of bullet holes. How could someone possibly live in a suite like this, which looked like a war-damaged Syrian room?

On TV news, the FBI director in Las Vegas was proudly telling us about a very serious nuclear weapons smuggling case they had uncovered. They had obtained a code of unknown origin and were verifying its authenticity with various countries. The case also involved some CIA defectors, who had successfully escaped under the cover of unknown personnel and were currently being pursued.

When Lancer saw this, he naturally thought that Ethan and the others must be cursing loudly at this moment. Although the matter was handled, the blame on them was so big that they could hardly bear it! The United States and Russia were almost offended! Even if Lancer agreed to help them clarify some things in Russia, it was just...

It was still unclear whether Russia would hunt them down or not, but the CIA must want to kill them! They could only hide first and act accordingly. But what made them speechless was that Lancer actually asked AR15 to buy two second-hand cars with fake license plates and gave them to Ethan and his friends, and provided them with enough weapons and supplies for them to escape.

Of course, this guy also interestingly thanked the New York FBI branch for the timely transmission of intelligence. They passed the intelligence on as soon as possible, giving them time to capture these terrorists. Otherwise, the other party would most likely have withdrawn immediately after a brief transaction.

The New York FBI branch chief was given a lot of credit while looking confused, and he hurriedly led people to do urgent paperwork. If he couldn't take all the credit, he could just jump into the river.

"Commander...what about our action?" M4 put down a plate of peanuts in front of Lancer, and at the same time caught the map thrown by Tiancheng. This was a real-time satellite map of the nearby area that they had specially printed.

"It's too obvious for now. Let's have a good rest today. We'll leave tomorrow afternoon." Lancer made a decision. They must be targeted by the forces behind the Bellagio Hotel. After all, Lancer's identity and combat power are also well-known. If you say that he was tricked by a CIA defector and a terrorist buyer, others may think it is somewhat credible. But you said that you just ran into him by chance! And then you were captured like this? And you still need the FBI to rescue you? ! Will anyone believe it if you tell others!

Of course, the director of the FBI's Las Vegas branch would definitely tell the owner of the Bellagio that if he didn't want to die, he'd better keep his mouth shut! And since this was related to the credit of the FBI's Las Vegas branch, no one wanted to make any mistakes.

"Understood! Lancer, but I still suggest sending out a forward team today to observe the situation at this site."

"...but there is no reasonable reason." Lanser tapped the table, then turned back to look at his girls, and suddenly smiled, "What do you think about us renting an RV to relax?"

"RV?!" Tiancheng looked at Lanser with a strange expression. "Although I roughly understand what this is, my dear lord, because of your fraternity, we have 15 people here, including you. I don't know what kind of RV can accommodate so many of us."

"95, make a phone call and ask our housekeeper if he can get us a RV that's big enough." Lanser looked at 95 behind him who was looking at him with a smile on her face. Oh, after Fei Ma, there's another sister-type lover. How great!

"Okay." Without questioning, she just looked at Lan Se lovingly, and her eyes flickered. She had already started contacting those around her.

"Beep beep..." After a while, someone knocked on Lansher's door. Brother Sixteen, who was leaning against the door, reached out and opened the door. The butler and a man in a suit walked in.

"Hello! Mr. Lancer, this is Hansen Rental's experience. We have a cooperation agreement with them. He brought you the RV atlas you wanted."

"Hello! I'm Gibson from Hanson Rental." This Gibson is a rare Aboriginal. His smile is very sincere and...his profession is very familiar to Lancer!

"You can see the number of people. I plan to go out and relax. It will take about 5 days to resupply. Am I remembering correctly? There are still 5 days left?"

"Yes, you were supposed to have five days, but the hotel has decided that as long as your stay does not exceed 5 days, there will be no additional charges." Lancer's butler said with a smile.

"For 15 people, to be honest, if it's just a one-day party, there are a lot of options to choose from. But if it's a five-day trip, the choices that can be made with one car..." Gibson in front of him was a bit troubled, because he was cooperating with the people in the hotel, and basically they were short trips nearby, or a luxury camping party for the whole family. They could not only provide vehicles, but also enough supplies, and even help the other party prepare the campsites needed for the party in advance at the location decided by the other party.

But the guy in front of him obviously planned to drive around the neighborhood and then spend a few enviable days in the car with these charming girls.

"Why, there is no such car

"Lance sighed, looking a little disappointed. Actually, it wasn't the case, but he suddenly remembered that he still had two wives who hadn't come over yet! They were just getting started now! In the future, he might need a bus in a parking lot to accommodate them.

"Would you mind using this for a few days? It's a luxury double-decker bus customized by our company!" Hansen turned the album to the last car and introduced it to Lancer. "The first floor of the bus is the restaurant, kitchen, and reception room. There are two bedrooms at the front and back. You can go up to the third floor, which is a sightseeing terrace."

"On the side of the vehicle, a tent area can be expanded, and the vehicle itself can be placed on a bicycle for playing around." Gibson flipped the pages quickly, following the introduction above.

"I'm satisfied with the vehicle, but what about the supplies? The storage space on this vehicle doesn't look very large." Lanser nodded. It seemed that if they didn't sleep on beds and put some on the floor, it could really fit all 15 of them. Since they were all going out camping, they didn't need to mind so much, right? And this unexpected idea seemed to have an unexpected benefit...

"Yes, normally, the supplies stored in this car can support 6 to 9 people for 4 days, but in your case, we also have ways to deal with it!" Gibson said with a smile, "The vehicle is equipped with a positioning device. If there is any problem, we can find you quickly and provide you with emergency rescue. But now, we will replenish your supplies when you need it." Gibson said with a smile, and also introduced the general supporting services, from RV cleaning similar to guest room cleaning, black water tank replacement, to providing door-to-door chef service.

All in all, the main point is that as long as the money is in place, all the troubles will be solved. Lancer and his girls just need to lie down and enjoy life, and almost all the annoying trivial matters will be solved by someone else.

"Good, that's it. AR, go sign the contract with this gentleman, then sign the check. Oh, and buy some insurance. Who knows what might happen in the next few days?" Lancer said with a smile. Of course, he wasn't talking about what might happen to him, but what might happen to the Hoover Dam...

"Okay, sir!" Gibson stood up, shook hands briefly with Lancer, and happily went to the dining table to finalize the final matters before signing the contract with AR15. Lancer also stood up and walked to the window, hugging his adviser and looking at the scenery outside the window with a smile. Because the floor was two floors higher, the scenery became more pleasing to the eye.

"Mr. Lancer, there are some things I don't know whether I should tell you or not." The butler hesitated and walked to Lancer's side. After all, because of this wealthy customer, he earned more commission this week than in the past two years, so even for this commission, he planned to say a few more words to Lancer.

"You can say whatever you want. If you really feel it's inappropriate, then don't say it." Lanser looked at him and smiled, "Don't worry, I won't complain about you just because of your few words."

"This time it's because the hotel's security couldn't keep up, but it's true..." The butler hesitated, not knowing how to put it.

"Are you trying to say that this might be directed at me? Isn't it very safe to go out camping now?" Lanser looked at the butler in surprise, "Do you know why I want to go out?" Lanser patted the butler's shoulder.

“It’s not convenient in the hotel.”

"...I wish you a happy time!"

1-207 Megatron, you don't want to either.

"Come! It's time to eat!" Following 95's call, a group of people cheered and gathered around a long dining table under the open sun-proof tent, on which were placed the dishes cooked by 95, Lancer and others.

Of course, there is also the barbecue that is essential for camping. Lancer and his team started to smoke the brisket and fillet steak at low temperature as soon as they landed. After cutting, the beautiful smoke rings appeared. In order to make the wives eat as much as possible, Lancer chose to ask the rental company and Bellagio for optional services. The chef cooked most of the meals for Lancer and his team, arranged the dishes, and then left, leaving the space for Lancer and others to enjoy everything.

It must be said that in Las Vegas, there is no service you cannot enjoy, only money you cannot afford. If Lancer has any needs, Bellagio can even send an entire band including a piano and a pianist to entertain him during his meal.

"The scenery here is really nice." The female warrior who had a great time in the casino was wearing a swimsuit and sunglasses, looking at the scenery outside the car with a smile on her face. From the tent where Lancer and his friends were preparing to have dinner, looking out four or five hundred meters away, there was the Hoover Dam and Lake Mead. The magnificent dam, set against the calm lake, made people feel relaxed and happy. In terms of scenery, it was absolutely amazing.

"Yes... Although the sea is magnificent, it is not as shocking as this kind of contrast. We have to admit that humans have always been a race that is good at creating miracles." Tiancheng covered his mouth with a fan, glanced at the dining table next to him, pursed his lips, and today was another happy day.

　"I just hope we don't have to do it, otherwise... this scene will be gone." Chkalov held a plate of beef brisket cut by Lanser. Because of long-term training, Lanser's hands were very steady. And for some reason, after a long period of meditation, Lanser's mental strength was not only getting stronger, but also his skills were improving. When cutting beef, he was like an experienced chef with superb knife skills, cutting slices one by one with almost no movement.

There is no obstruction, and the thickness seems to have been measured with a ruler.