Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Huh!?" Lanser looked at the convoy approaching rapidly in the distance and tilted his head slightly, "Looks like there are guests?" Lanser sneered and motioned for his wives to go to the RV to change clothes. Lanser is not a generous person, especially when it comes to his wives.

"Sir... is it..." A waiter leaned slightly beside Lanser. This place was 40 kilometers away from Alaska. No one could be ignorant. If there was a guest, it could be turned into a guest without a guest. For a big customer like Lanser who just spent a lot of money here, the owner behind the Bellagio would naturally spend effort to maintain him. You know, several other families were eager to have Lanser come over.

"No need. I'm quite familiar with your FBI director. If they really cause trouble, just help me find him. Oh, by the way, this orange juice is a bit sour. Please change it for me. Thank you." Lanser handed over the orange juice in his hand. The other party took it respectfully and stepped aside.

"Lance, here." Fei Ma handed the box containing ten rings to Lancer. Lancer stretched out his hand and the box opened. The ten rings automatically flew to Lancer's arm. It must be said that Lancer slept soundly last night with the heroine in his arms. A night's sleep restored a lot of Lancer's mental strength.

At this time, Springfield had already climbed to the top of the RV and lay down silently. Five yellow bullets were pushed into the magazine by Springfield, and the row of bullets was gently placed on the side. Springfield, whose vacation time with Lancer was disturbed, was full of dissatisfaction in his eyes. Although it was nice to run around with Lancer all the time, this was a rare time for Springfield to go on vacation with Lancer.

"..." The waiter looked at the person who jumped out of the car, his eyes narrowed. The hotel manager had already told him what Lancer had said, and Lancer's identity was not difficult to check, so they knew what Lancer would do. But knowing and seeing are two completely different concepts. When a beautiful girl came down from the RV with cold weapons in hand and put a P90 and a bulletproof vest on Lancer, murderous intent was already overflowing.

"You guys please move aside first, it looks like they are coming for me." Lancer turned around and said to the chef and the waiter, "Thank you for your service, AR, give them one thousand dollars each, thank you for your service today." Lancer said without turning his head.

"Thank you for your generosity." The two chefs and the waiter in charge looked at each other, and they began to pack up their tools slowly.

"Look... let's see what kind of bastard can show off his wealth in this place for two days!" At this time, Agent Simon, who was still wearing a combat uniform, jumped out of the car, as if Lancer owed him 200 million US dollars. As soon as he got out, he shouted loudly, "Wow, look, look, what a rich man is. Arming a group of beautiful girls is so scary! I'm scared to pee... bastard! You'd better know what's good for you and answer my questions next!"

"Lady, his car is a bit old, help him make a decision on a new car." Lanser looked at him and smiled, rolling his eyes. Again? Why does he always stretch his face over here? His hands sometimes feel painful, okay...

"Boom!"

A Ford SUV they were driving was directly pierced through by the Thousand Machine Umbrella, but the huge force still caused the SUV to roll directly into Lake Mead.

"Crack..." Binjiang, chewing an apple, swaggered past a group of dumbfounded District 7 agents and pulled back his Thousand Machine Umbrella. Binjiang's combat power had been concealed many times before, and it was no secret. In fact, in the eyes of many people, Binjiang was already Lanser's strongest combat power.

Of course, Stark, who had seen the giant metal scorpion step out of the void, might know something, but it was still unclear whether Stark could understand what it was. Moreover, at this point in time, Stark obviously would not have any communication with the person in front of him.

"..." Looking back in disbelief at the team that had lost a car, and then looking at Lancer, Simmons' face turned very ugly. Obviously, he was shocked by the force that Lancer displayed without hesitation.

"So you'd better give me a reason to come and disturb my vacation. I'll give you a little tip. I'm in a bad mood. If your reason is bad, then wait for my lawyer to fight you to the end." Lanser stared at the person in front of him and spit. Although it was not a curse, it was definitely not a good-tempered tone. "Or you can pull the trigger now. The scenery here is nice. It's very suitable for burying people."

"Asshole, you're in trouble, do you know that?" Simmons took two deep breaths, put his hands on his hips and looked at Lancer, his eyes full of madness.

"Trouble? Ah! Yes, trouble. I was born like a magnet, attracting all kinds of trouble!" Lanser sneered, "So either fight or get out of here! You want to use an organization to pressure me? I seem to have a little more identity. You might as well call your leader and ask which company he wants to answer."

"Very good! Great! But you were the first to do it. I hope you remember this and don't regret it, damn pretty boy." Simmons put his hand on his waist. He didn't intend to back down because he had no room to back down. As the commander of a base, he actually lost the most important thing in the base...

And there are two of them!

Basically, after losing these two things, the meaning of the existence of the entire base has become nothing! So he must do something, and in front of him, there seems to be a very good person to blame. Simmons came here to find Lancer, isn't it because a truck driver in the base mentioned that he happened to encounter such a car near them? How could it be such a coincidence! So Simmons decided to bring Lancer back for a thorough interrogation no matter what! (In the first part, this guy was considered a half-villain, fully showing the official tyranny of the Lighthouse Country. Law? Reason? Human feelings? No, we want it, too! And more!!!)

Simmons took two steps back, and the agents around him raised their guns one after another. After a series of commands, the agents began to pull the bolts of their submachine guns.

In contrast, the girls of Lancer simply raised their guns. Lancer even took the 40mm grenade launcher thrown by Fei Ma in front of the agents of District 40 and began to load the mm grenade, as if since they were going to fight, they might as well play big. The girls holding guns and showing no fear at all stared at them fiercely, thinking that they would not eat the bastards who disturbed their vacation after they were blown to pieces.

Binjiang was carrying the Thousand Machine Umbrella and looked at the agents from District 7 with a look that said, "You are really looking for death in this way, you are really a bunch of fools." This completely speechless look made the agents from District 7 cover their mouths to drool.

after all……

The car that was just smashed into the water is still soaking in the lake!

"Stop! Damn it!" A Buick sedan rushed between the two groups of people. Because the speed was so high, the car almost rushed into Lake Mead. To be precise, when the driver braked, the center of the front tire of the car was close to the edge of the cliff. "Put down your guns! Damn it! What do you want to do?" Simmons' leader rushed out of the car and shouted loudly.

Seeing their boss coming, the agents of District 7 lowered their guns. After all, although Simmons intended to have a gunfight with the other side, they didn't want to. The thin layer of iron door in front of them could not stop the bullets fired from the military assault rifles in the hands of the women opposite. Once the fight started, even though they had more people, they would definitely suffer heavy casualties if a fight really started. The salary was just that much, but no one wanted to die.

"Put down your guns!" The cadre shouted at the agents in District 7. Not long after, all the agents lowered their guns.

"Stay alert, Chuntian, don't come down yet." Lancer didn't even pretend, and directly asked Chuntian to keep shooting in the communication, ready to snipe the opponent before he was ready to make a move.

"Don't worry, I'm online." Chuntian's reply was also very simple. She had never planned to get up. Simmons has always been the bull's eye in his sights. If the other party makes any unusual movements, this guy will have an extra hole in his head for smoking.

"I'm the person in charge of District 7 affairs. Can I talk to you next?" The newcomer said quickly, looking at Lanser with a complex look of emotions, which could be clearly identified as surprise, fear, unexpectedness, and a

A little bit of envy.

"Dude...are you sure you want to talk?" Lancer frowned as he looked at the man in front of him. For him, the fight that was about to happen would just strengthen the credibility of his alibi. Although Lancer wanted to spare some lives for these men from District 7, in the future, they would be the ones who really launched a sprint against the Decepticons and succeeded.

But those who really want to commit suicide are not included in this list, and Simmons really seems to want to end his story here. There is no future for him to write and publish a book, become a celebrity, or have the courage to go to the battlefield and assist Sam in achieving a comeback.

"Yes, respected Knight Lancer. I think we still have a common goal, in protecting humanity." The person in charge opened his mouth and called out Lancer's newly acquired identity, a decent and glorious identity. In a sense, this can also be regarded as a kind of identity constraint for Lancer. He is a military noble certified by the Holy See, and this military merit comes from killing alien species...

Isn't this a kind of... warning in some sense?

1-211 If you don't want to, then you can't

"Shut up... Congressman Underwood is his good friend, and he is worried that there is no chance to cut our funding." After talking to Lancer for a few words, the director smiled and said that he would communicate with his subordinates, and then warned his subordinates. "And do you want to be attacked by hundreds of veterans of the Navy SEALs? This guy has a large stake in a private military organization in Colombia."

Who else could this private army be? Irons' Atlas.

According to gossip, the Navy SEALs in Colombia are doing well. To be more precise, after getting rid of some of the things that annoy them, these soldiers are wreaking havoc in Colombia. Irons, who protects his subordinates, is also a boss that satisfies them. So much so that Irons got the contact information of retired Navy SEALs from Hammer, and then...

"Hey man, I'm the boss of Atlas, Irons, how's life going lately? Interested in making a lot of money?"

When his boss and Lancer began to negotiate, Simmons came up again. It was obvious that he did not want Lancer to reconcile. He had sufficient reasons to be suspicious. First of all, it was a small group of troops that infiltrated the base. Although they were wearing full combat uniforms, it could be seen that they were fragile women. Obviously, the women in front of him fit this description very well. In terms of size and even equipment... Well, the things in Lancer's hand did not count.

"Sir, last night, one of our people witnessed them before the incident happened..." Simmons said seriously. This was the most suspicious evidence he had at the moment, so he needed to interrogate Lancer. Even if it wasn't Lancer himself, what if he had any intelligence or clues so close to the dam? These would also help him to pursue the other party!

After all, compared to the answers from the people inside the base, Lancer's answer might be relatively more reliable...

After all, Darth Vader led the Imperial Guard into the base, and directly used the Force to turn a mountain-like object into cubes that could be held in the hand, like children's toys, and then walked away. Especially the group of engineers in the fire source room, they were extremely confident and said it with certainty. They even described that although Lancer did not have that scary mask, he was breathing heavily (it was indeed very heavy to breathe with a gas mask), and he stretched out his hand to strangle a nearly 220-pound strong man by the throat and threw him to the side. The distance to the side was at least ten meters (after a dozen engineers gestured with shining eyes for a while, they felt that it was not enough, so they took a ruler to measure the distance, 41 feet!)!

By the way, the engineer who was thrown away also vividly described the feeling of suffocation and the process of being lifted up irresistibly no matter how hard he struggled.

Simmons thought this group of people were crazy. They were not being interrogated. They should be screenwriters in Hollywood. What the hell is a Sith Lord? If Darth Vader really appeared here, this bastard could crush the entire base with one hand. There was no need to infiltrate! And without the red lightsaber, Simmons would not admit that the other party was Darth Vader!

"Mr. Lancer, I have investigated your past and your experiences during this period. How should I put it... your trip was full of surprises... It is very difficult for people not to be suspicious. I just came back from the FBI Las Vegas branch, and their car is right behind me. It is estimated that in a few minutes, the other party's agents will arrive, huh... So I don't want to offend you at all."

"Okay, smart guy, just ask whatever you want to ask, and I'll tell you everything I know." Lancer raised his eyebrows. The leader of District 7 was in a low enough position, and he couldn't possibly refuse her. As for Simmons...you can tell me how many lawsuits you want to get involved in. With that style, he can only bully ordinary people who have no power. He can't handle any middle-level manager of a large company.

After all, American lawyers love suing government departments. It is easy to become famous, and not only will they have a good reputation, but they can also get very high attorney fees! It is really lucrative!

"Thank you. You arrived here the afternoon before yesterday and were planning to leave last night. However, due to engine problems, you chose to return here and wait for the maintenance personnel sent by the leasing company this morning, right?" the supervisor asked very politely.

"That's right, now that you know about it, you've also read the corresponding phone records and the repair company's records, and even the insurance company's inspection documents, right?" Lanser looked at the guy in front of him. This night's homework was not in vain, as he had indeed investigated his theoretical trajectory of action.

And returning to the original place was indeed the suggestion given by the rental company. After all, for them, instead of letting a wealthy man like Lancer take the risk of driving to another place, it would be better to wait directly where they were. Then this morning, several groups of people, including the insurance company, came, and Lancer also called the maintenance personnel from the Bellagio.

"Yes, I can confirm that this RV basically did not move here last night." The vehicle's movement trajectory is located in the rental company's database. "The bad thing is here. You have the power to break in, and..." The supervisor turned around, lifted his suit, and put his hands on his hips. "The location of your vehicle is not your alibi, but your presence. A distance of at most 800 meters is not beyond your assault range. Damn, even I think your luck is really bad." Obviously, he already knew the fact that this person was involved in the nuclear weapons transaction case that recently made the Las Vegas FBI famous.

"There are surveillance cameras on all four sides of the vehicle. If I hadn't left, that should be enough to prove something." Lanser raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of sharpness, as if what you said made sense, but it made people angry. "To be honest, you haven't revealed your identities yet. You must be from some secret department that can't be seen in the light. I've really been in conflict with your damn department recently."

"Uh..." The supervisor was stunned, as if he had heard something extraordinary, but he thought it would be better not to delve into it. He just asked a question, "Can we check the surveillance first?"

"Okay, but only one person can go in to see it." Lanser looked at the supervisor in front of him and nodded, but made some restrictions.

"Do you think you have any special rights? Citizen! You must..." Simmons shouted dissatisfiedly from behind.

"Call the Nevada branch of the IRS and report Reggie Simmons and his family members for suspected tax evasion. 15 Remember to help when the time comes. Call Director Green of the FBI Las Vegas branch to report that Reggie Simmons shot someone who illegally possessed and used a gun, violating Nevada law, and report that there were banned videos on his personal storage device, suspected of child pornography; contact Director Kurland of the NSA to ask if he is interested in intelligence on unregistered military organizations in the United States; contact Agent Sitwell of S.H.I.E.L.D..." Lancer narrowed his glasses and looked at the supervisor in front of him, "There is an unknown organization that has settled in the Hoover Dam, and it seems that there is something big going on. Now, notify them immediately in my name."

Although you are a man behind me, since you are not giving up, don't blame me for kicking you when you are down. You want to make trouble, right? The girls behind Lancer took out their phones and started tapping away. Among them, SOPII took out her phone provocatively and took a photo of Simmons and the agents behind him, and sent it out, "Be alert! Before the FBI agents arrive, anyone who approaches by force will be killed on the spot if the warning is invalid."

"Hehehe..." Not only Simmons was stunned, but even the supervisor who had just had a good talk with Lancer was stunned. Then everyone saw Lancer pull out his FN57 three anti-aircraft rifles from his waist, which served as a warning. All the girls instantly raised their guns and loaded the guns. Binjiang, holding the Thousand Machine Umbrella, walked in front of Lancer and stared at a group of bewildered District agents behind him.

"Mr. Lancer...is there nothing to talk about?" The supervisor took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. The man in front of him was not an easy person to deal with. He was a damn arms dealer with close ties with the upper echelons. Simmons' repeated provocations had obviously angered the man in front of him. There was no need to say anything. Lancer would rather blow up the RV than show him the surveillance footage. As for some private communications in the black box later, forget it.

"What do you think?" Several cars with FBI logos stopped on the side. Director Green got out of the back seat of the car while reading text messages and talking. A group of agents surrounded him. "Who is Reggie Simmons? I received a report from a senior FBI agent. You are suspected of possessing illegal videos. We will confiscate all your electronic devices. You can notify a lawyer or keep silent. Oh, and you are illegally in possession of automatic firearms. Come with me, everyone."

All the other FBI agents were standing outside the vehicle on high alert with guns in hand. Some of them even saw the gun bags thrown down from the car by 97 and 79, and they ran over to catch them. Then they opened the bags and quickly took out a bunch of AR rifles.

"Hey! These are government equipment." Agent Simon was a little confused. What? The FBI is going to take them all back right away? !

"Hello? Sitwell? Huh? Oh, I was on vacation and happened to be camping next to the dam. Then it seemed that he ran into something, and then we found him... Nonsense, of course it wasn't me! Shouldn't you know if it was me by looking at the Hoover Dam still standing? Didn't you say that yourself? Damn, you actually think it makes sense?!"

"..."

"Don't look like you've seen a ghost. If you knew his style of doing things, you should be glad that it wasn't him who did it."

"...

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1-212 Covenant

"How does it feel to wake up?" Lanser tapped his palms and looked at the huge robot in front of him that was several times bigger than himself. "Although it's been many years late, welcome to Earth, the home planet of mankind, Your Excellency, Archon of the Cybertron Empire."

"..." Megatron looked around, slightly moved his limbs that were not restrained at all, and looked at Lancer in surprise, "Thank you for your welcome, but you are very confident, human."

"Confidence comes from strength. Maybe in your eyes, humans are primitive, but when primitive people have power, you should give them enough respect, right? Your Excellency Archon." Lancer glanced behind him slightly, then slightly turned sideways and snapped his fingers.

Chkalov crossed his arms over his chest, and the huge metal scorpion wrapped in polar frost gently stepped into the small cabin. Of course, a pair of metal dragon heads also poked out from behind Fei Ma, staring at Megatron in front of him as if staring at its prey.

"..." Megatron narrowed his eyes slightly, then looked around at the girls standing on all sides of the shipyard, "No, it seems that I need to revise my evaluation. Perhaps ordinary humans are primitive people, but you are not. Interesting, what do you want from me."

"A deal! An acknowledgment. If possible, I hope we can reach an alliance." Lancer's words made Megatron's pupils shrink.

"Interesting." Megatron sat up, put one leg away, and placed his metal arm on his leg. He looked quite comfortable, then looked at Lancer, "Do you understand what you are talking about? Humans, even if you have some power, what can you do? A race that has not even left its home planet, participating in such a cosmic dispute... For you, this is not a wise choice."

Megatron waved his hand, and the sky on top of the freighter projected Megatron's own memories. Countless metal robots rushed repeatedly in the artillery fire, fighting frantically towards an almost endless fleet. Countless strange races fought against this metal frenzy.

"Your race is not prepared for this at all." Megatron looked at Lancer, "He sneered. Any race here can send a weak fleet to annihilate the human race. As long as you are still trapped on your home planet, humans, you are so weak that you can be crushed at any time."

"So, I came to talk to you today instead of killing you directly." Lanser looked at the man in front of him with a smile, "You should understand how much trouble you are to humans."

"You have a trump card in your hand..." Megatron leaned over to Lancer, and the giant metal scorpion and mechanical dragon behind Lancer also stepped forward to confront Megatron. "Tell me what you want and what you can give! Human, I believe that we both don't have much patience."

"Humans produce nearly 100 million aircraft and various vehicles each year, and waste a huge amount of energy every year. All of this is the power that humans can provide to you." Lanser said with a smile, "Although humans are not advanced, they are not primitive people with wooden sticks. Moreover, there is another benefit for you, which is that we can help you hide here temporarily and accumulate strength again, so that you will not be beaten when you return to Cybertron."

"Oh? You seem to know something." Megatron stared at Lancer carefully, his electronic eyes narrowed, "You have...remnants of the Allspark on you! Is this your trump card?"

"Or should I say, is it ours?" Lancer looked at the behemoth in front of him, turned around and gestured to Atom. Atom reached into his pocket and threw the phone over. After Lancer caught it, he threw it to Megatron in front of him.

"Ah...oh..." The cell phone turned into a small Decepticon in mid-air. It looked at the behemoth in front of it and uttered with tears in its eyes, as if it had endless grievances to tell. But with a sudden "click" sound coming from behind, the small Decepticon was frightened and turned into a cell phone, lying motionless in Megatron's hand.

"Huh?" Tiancheng, who was chewing on a rice cake, tilted his head slightly and looked at Lansser with a puzzled expression. Then he shook the bag of rice cake in his hand towards Lansser, as if asking Lansser if he wanted to eat one.

Lanser shook his head and turned his head back. Of all his current wives, he confirmed that Tiancheng was the most passionate and the most sinister one...

"Larva... newborn." Megatron didn't care about this detail and returned the little Decepticon to the human. "If you have the Allspark, you are qualified to bargain with me." Megatron glanced at the giant scorpion that had frozen him before, and the mechanical dragon that looked unconvinced and wanted to have a good fight with him. "He has power too. He is indeed an interesting guy. What do you want?"

"I heard that Cybertron will provide technical assistance to backward races?" Lancer looked at the governor of the "Cybertron Empire" in front of him.

"Yes... the Cybertron Empire... has this rule." Listening to what Lancer said, the Decepticon leader muttered words that represented the glory of the past. What he chewed on was a feeling called pain. If it weren't for the existence of the giant metal scorpion and the mechanical dragon in front of him, Megatron would have taken out his weapon long ago to let this tiny human in front of him understand what pain is.

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"Then, as the Archon of Cybertron, are you willing to set up a consulate of the Cybertron Empire at the other end of the distant starry sea, and then take a break here and regroup?" Lanser said with a smile, "Of course, as your friend and ally, I will provide you with all the assistance I can."

"The Cybertron Empire's consulate?" Megatron's eyes flickered. "Your words are a little immature, but very interesting. Since you know all this and put forward such conditions, it is obvious that you know what the Cybertron Empire is like now." Megatron looked at Lancer. "Interesting, very interesting. Although I don't know whether you have read time or traveled through space, it is really interesting that on an ordinary planet, a race that has not yet broken through the atmosphere has a person who knows what is happening in the universe."

"Then I have to tell you, you are really lucky to be here without being beaten into a pile of scrap metal by the guardian of this planet." Lanser said with a smile, "This planet hides terrible secrets and connects multiple dimensional universes. I don't know whose luck it is that you haven't stepped out of the universe."

"Oh..." Megatron looked at Lancer, with obvious distrust in his eyes.

"Show our new friend Magneto's information. Although humans are backward, they are not weak." Lancer said with a smile, "Especially this one. If he knew of your existence, he would hunt you down without hesitation."

"Racist...boring concept." Because they are all mechanical life forms, SOPII and the others only need to send the message directly to Lancer's phone, and the little Decepticon will actively forward the message to Megatron. "But it is indeed a very powerful existence. You are right. This planet...has a problem. Let's cooperate. You get the technology and partial command authority, and I!"

"We will get an army that is big enough to make Cybertron declare its return." Lancer laughed. It has never been made clear how many Decepticons and Autobots there are in Cybertron, but it is estimated that the number is not too small. However, as mechanical life forms whose energy consumption is several times that of humans, it is destined to be impossible in a short period of time.

"Humans are surprisingly powerful." Megatron carefully read Magneto's intelligence from the beginning. Lancer didn't give him all the information, but he gave him all the information he could find on the Internet. Lancer didn't mention the information in his memory. "This is not normal."

"Legend has it that the entire human race is a test subject. Guess who's test subject?" Lancer looked at the iron giant in front of him and shrugged. "But I'm glad we can come to an agreement, right?"

"Yes, in the name of... the Archon of the Cybertron Empire, I have reached an alliance with you. From today on, you will have the authority to dispatch part of the Cybertron Empire Expeditionary Force, and the Decepticons will obey your orders." Megatron was silent for a while, half-knelt on the ground, turned on his own fire, shone it on Lancer, and seemed to have left some message on Lancer.

"Thank you for your recognition. As your ally, buddy, what do you need to restore your condition to a higher level? Energy? Some equipment? Special metals?" Lancer looked at the metal giant in front of him with a smile on his face. The people in District 7 were not polite at all to Megatron. The Megatron in front of him had really suffered a lot in who knows how much time. Who knows how many things on his body had been removed. As for whether they would be installed back, God knew.

"Energy! You can't provide me with the equipment for now. You need more resources and time to complete the construction." Megatron looked at Lancer, "Now, I need a place to rest, and then release your communication blockade. I will call my men over."

"Okay!" Lancer nodded, signaling the M4 above to release the interference in the communication frequency band. M4 released the interference measures for the entire frequency band without hesitation.

"Anyway, your confidence and honesty have left a deep impression on me." Lancer's decision to lift the blockade without hesitation still surprised Megatron a little. In addition to releasing his own information, he praised Lancer.

"Because at sea, in a sense, is my home turf."

1-213 Fight

"Boss, the things we transport are getting weirder and weirder." John was leaning on the side of the ship. When he saw Lancer coming up, he teased his boss. However, after seeing the Skrulls, these guys felt... average when they saw these metal robots.

After Lancer returned to New York from Las Vegas, he immediately boarded the ship. According to Lancer and Sitwell, she had been tricked twice in being away for a few days, so it would be best not to let him know that someone was really targeting her, so they'd better clean their necks.

After all, because they are all machines, John and his team members feel that the boss lady's mechanical dragon and the metal scorpion that they just saw for the first time are more spectacular. Especially for people like them who often work in humid and stuffy ships, the huge metal scorpion is simply a blessing in disguise for them.

After Chkalov released the giant metal scorpion, the moisture in the entire cargo hold was instantly condensed into frost, and the entire space was filled with a refreshing dry feeling. Apart from being a little cold, there was almost no bad thing! All the crew members felt this refreshing feeling.

It made them feel refreshed, and they looked at Chkalov as if they were looking at an apostle of God.

Chkalov: Hmm?

"Be polite, everyone. We will be allies from now on." Lancer smiled and patted John beside him. He took out a cigarette case and gave two cigarettes to John and Marco beside him. Then Marco lit cigarettes for all three of them. "His companions may come soon. Marco, do you have enough sand?"

"If it's this size..." Marco shook his head. "I can only hold onto an SUV right now, so I can probably just give them a sudden attack, but I probably can't hold down this guy."

"I think we can give it a try." Megatron's voice came from the side. Obviously, he was very interested in this kind of person with special powers, especially after reading Magneto's information. He felt that humans were a very interesting race. Since there was one on Lancer's ship, he also wanted to know to what extent the other party could do.

"..." Marco looked at Lancer. He was also a little interested. He didn't get to fight in the last battle, but Lancer still gave him hundreds of thousands, which made him feel a little embarrassed. After all, he was only responsible for watching the ship and basically did nothing.

"Hiss... Whoosh..." Lancer exhaled a long puff of smoke and then stared at Megatron. "Marco, you're welcome, show our friends! Teacher Chkalov, I think they need a place." While speaking, Lancer shouted at Chkalov who was hammering with SOPII on the signal tower.