Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Hey!" Marco jumped down and turned into quicksand and entered the cabin. After the massive 107 rockets originally used to ballast the cabin were thrown to Irons, Lancer replaced these ammunition with more than ten tons of river sand.

"Got it!" Chkalov also jumped down, but she jumped directly onto the sea surface. The huge metal scorpion that had appeared several times before stepped out of the void again, but this time, it launched its attack for the first time. A series of blue light cones shot out from its tail and hit the sea surface, quickly condensing frost on the sea surface, quickly freezing a large area of ​​the sea surface.

"Fuck... Freezing shot!" Lanser clearly heard Binjiang's cursing in the headset. As a front-line soldier, you just have to guess whether Binjiang likes this frost attack from these Northern Alliance women.

"Done!" After Chkalov expanded the ice surface a little bit with another round, he put away his ship equipment. The giant metal scorpion waved its claws on the ice for a while, then returned to the void. Chkalov also jumped on the ice and returned directly to the ship. Lancer held him in his arms, ready to watch the performance between Marco and Megatron.

"Hmm?" Megatron narrowed his eyes and laughed at the scene in front of him, "It's an interesting scene! He has seen this giant scorpion before, but he didn't expect it to have such a trick. But the next second Megatron narrowed his eyes and spewed out a large amount of yellow sand from the ventilation duct inside the cabin! Then the yellow sand formed a small hill of yellow sand on the ice surface, and Marco's figure emerged from the top, "Not bad! Looks like a good opponent."

"Tsk..." Marco frowned in dissatisfaction. He originally wanted to condense into a huge sand giant directly as Lancer described. However, when the yellow sand hit the ice surface, he felt dizzy and the condensation failed. But it doesn't matter. It's not a bad thing to hide one's shortcomings. The trump card must be revealed at the end to be considered a trump card.

Megatron jumped from the spot, and then turned into a space fighter in mid-air. After making a half circle in the distance, he turned into a robot in mid-air and landed heavily on the ice! "Human, let me see your strength. Is it really as great as you say?"

"Hey!" Marco grinned slightly and shook hands. The yellow sand that seemed to be all over the ice surface, which was blown away by Megatron's handsome landing, suddenly became aggressive, gathered together in an instant, and grabbed Megatron's left foot.

"Too weak..." Megatron rushed towards Marco without hesitation. The thin layer of yellow sand on his legs and feet was not able to stop Megatron at all. The huge battle blade in his hand unfolded, and the scorching long blade pierced Marco's body, "End... Huh!?"

Marco was stabbed by Megatron, but Marco's figure shattered instantly and turned into a layer of yellow sand. It melted into a liquid on Megatron's long blade and dripped onto the ice, condensing into colorful glass.

"It fucking hurts!" Marco roared angrily as his fist condensed from yellow sand smashed hard on Megatron's chest. Megatron, who was defeated, turned around with a grin and chopped with a knife, but Marco did not hesitate to explode his fist when he saw his knife coming at him. In the flying yellow sand, the long knife only cut a piece of air.

"..." But in the next moment, Megatron felt something unusual in his body and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Very interesting! But..." Megatron forced it to start, and the sword turned into a huge energy cannon, aiming at the half remaining sand pile and fired.

"Buzz..." But the next moment, the barrage of bullets flying over the side took up the shot. The mechanical dragon that was originally playing under the sea suddenly jumped up to the surface of the sea, and the "Symphony of Destruction" that was sweeping through all the gun ports took on Megatron's full-power energy shot, detonating the energy bomb.

At the same time, the continuous barrage of bullets also caused a roaring wave on the sea!

At the same time, Fei's mother's indifferent voice came, "Marco, you lose, you can't catch it."

"Yes...thanks, boss lady." Marco, who had gathered his body again, sat down on the ice, gasping for breath. His body was covered with cracks. It was obvious that the brief and fierce fight just now had already pushed him to his limit.

"You're good!" Megatron, who was hit in the face by the sea water, didn't care at all. He put away his energy cannon and pointed at the electric sparks falling from his body, "You hurt me, that's good!" Then he looked at Frederick the Great on the side, "And you! Even stronger!" After saying this, Megatron glanced at Lancer. He began to feel a little curious about what kind of power this Lancer had that would surprise him.

"What are you talking about? Forget about comparing myself with those big boss ladies. Even a little kid like me can't beat them (referring to being broken by the high-pressure water gun)." Marco simply collapsed on the ice, and was picked up by a mechanical dragon. He was placed on the deck of the cargo ship amidst a lot of cursing.

"Well done! Marco! You've brought honor to us, no, to the entire human race." Lancer smiled and patted Marco, who turned over and sat up and wanted to yell at the mechanical dragon. It was nothing. There was a period of time when it was difficult to find a sparring partner for Marco, so Lancer simply let these two lively dragons do it, so they knew each other very well.

As for why it is called a living dragon... another mechanical dragon was spinning a giant turtle on the tip of its nose, then it shrugged and threw it far away, then dived into the water to look for the next victim.

"So what are your next plans?" Megatron was not polite and turned into a plane again and returned to the cabin. However, his movements were a bit too big and the hull shook slightly.

"In the short term, the most important thing is to find a place for you to rest and repair your body. From what I know, since you are here, it shouldn't take too long for the other person to arrive. After you are settled, I will prepare a group of fresh troops for you, at least to strengthen your personal guard." Lanser said with a smile.

"Okay! I need some energy. As for maintenance... that distant relative seems to be enough." Then Megatron looked at Lancer, "Also, the question you have always wanted to ask, I can answer you now. You can try. They are not those new mechanical life forms. They have complete memories."

"You figured it out?" Lancer was a little surprised. What was Megatron's ability? Naturally, it was to allow the Allspark to give life to humanoids. Lancer was not sure what the consequences of doing so would be, so he did not take action immediately.

The birth of the Source Ring was an accident. The Fire Source was destroyed, and the remaining parts were integrated into Lancer's body in that plane, and finally merged with Lancer's wedding ring. This is indeed a reference, but the current Fire Source! It is a complete one, and Lancer himself does not know what the consequences of doing so are.

"Remember your promise. When your life comes to an end, you will return this spark to the Cybertron Empire."

"Yes...of course I remember."

Volume: Ocean of Time and Space

2-1 IRS, NSA, FBI, SHIELD VS District

"So are you happy?" Lanser's voice came from the receiver, but the person listening to the receiver was obviously not that happy.

"Yes, I'm really happy!" Sitwell sighed, "So how much benefit did you get from them?! You actually helped them and didn't kill them directly." While speaking, Sitwell glanced at the head of a certain department who was arguing with the director of the NSA.

"Oh?" Lanser seemed to be noncommittal in his response, "What nonsense! Can you be more serious when you are trying to get me to say this?"

"! We have already obtained some of their information. They are researching an alien item. Thank you for remembering to call me. I have received this week's overtime pay." Sitwell rubbed his eyes and said in a low voice without any good mood. He had just dealt with the little green men that Lancer had thrown to him some time ago. Yes, he was talking about the group of Skrulls that Lancer and his friends encountered in South America who came out of nowhere.

When these people were sent to the SHIELD base, it caused a great stir. All the people in SHIELD came out to watch the aliens. The Skrulls placed in the freezer underwent a series of examinations. Among them, although Nick Fury was covering up, he seemed to be somewhat out of tune with everyone, which made Sitwell concerned.

On the night when Sitwell had just finished all this, and before he had even finished writing his report to Nick Fury, Lancer's call came as expected...

Because the matter was urgent, Sitwell only had time to make a phone call, briefly reported it, and then bought a red-eye flight to Las Vegas with a look of despair. Yes, Sitwell did not take SHIELD's own plane, because SHIELD has been busy recently and has been under great pressure to suppress various alien creatures around the world, so SHIELD has no extra Quinjet to provide to Sitwell.

"Sounds good." Lancer's words revealed a smile that made Sitwell angry. He took a look and saw that the person arguing had changed to the IRS Nevada official who had just been drinking coffee. Simmons firmly refused to disclose his relevant accounts and only said that all his income was legal. Then the IRS

S's officer looked at FBI Director Green.

The FBI director nodded in the face of Simmons' horror. Although he said nothing, this nod said a lot.

Sitwell raised his eyebrows, "Congratulations, no shots were fired, no one was killed, this department is doomed, no one can save him." SHIELD must get the aliens' stuff, especially when they first glanced at the information, SHIELD felt excited! This galaxy is so vast, there are actually silicon-based creatures other than carbon-based creatures that evolved naturally? ! A large group of SHIELD technicians and several teams to help Sitwell have already started to rush to Las Vegas.

What makes Sitwell extremely tired is...

He didn't have a private plane, so he had to take a red-eye flight, but these guys had...

There's more than one!

Rage gauge MAX!

He rubbed his temples and put his hands into his pockets to take out a cigarette, but instead of a cigarette, he touched something that surprised him. He sighed and took out the Dragon and Tiger brand cooling oil that Lancer had stuffed in his pocket to help him clear away heat and reduce internal heat. It has recently become a must-have for him when he stays up late, besides coffee and cigarettes. Sitwell raised his eyebrows, touched it with a helpless look, and rubbed a little under his nose. In an instant, he felt much more energetic under the strong stimulation.

"Why are you congratulating me? If these guys hadn't been so persistent, I would have shown them the video of the RV to prove my innocence. I finally got a good night's sleep in the car last night. Where else could I go if the car broke down?!" Lanser complained loudly on the phone.

"Okay, the investigation has already started. I think it's useful... No, don't call me if there's nothing else!" Sitwell rolled his eyes and hung up the phone! He really didn't want to see the caller name on his phone light up in the middle of the night, Lancer.

And this car is broken, which can only prove that your car is broken. You will be trapped by the car? He Sitwell didn't believe it, and then Sitwell took a look. Almost everyone would choose to look at the location silently. Yes, it was the location where Lancer parked.

Because it was the parking location recommended by the Bellagio and the rental company, the scenery was very nice and one could overlook the entire dam. Everyone had just been there to have a look. It wasn’t that they necessarily doubted Lancer, but they still had to go through the necessary procedures, in case they could find anything.

Then, the NSA and FBI officials pulled Sitwell aside and asked a question. "Do you think Lancer can do it?"

Sitwell said naturally, "Let's not consider that he didn't bring any heavy equipment, let's not consider whether he knew about this place, let's not consider whether he suddenly had a mental breakdown, just to go in, he can do it. To evacuate, he can do it. But to leave with such a thing, without leaving any traces, and without using a ship..." Sitwell looked at the people in front of him, "I can't figure out how he did it."

"According to what he told me, he wanted to see if there were any damn bastards targeting him, so he ran to such a good place to kill people and dump bodies, and ambushed them. The equipment was delivered to him by the people from the Bellagio at noon that day in the name of material supplies." Director Kurlant of the NSA rubbed his hands. He had the highest status at the scene. When he arrived, Lancer also talked to him the longest. The two seemed to have a good relationship. Then he glanced at the FBI opposite, "Of course, we don't know what's in those gun bags, and neither does the Bellagio."

"In the end, he didn't catch the fish he wanted to catch... There are so many of them." Director Green of the FBI shrugged his shoulders. What are you looking at? Now that the stuff is in our hands, it's ours! There are only about twenty military-standard HK416s.

He sneered, "When they rushed to me this morning and asked for my assistance in the investigation, I almost kicked them out. What an idiot! If he hadn't said that Lancer was attacked, I probably wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to him. But halfway through the investigation, I found out that they thought Lancer attacked them! What an interesting guy who knows nothing except his own department."

"Yeah, I know nothing." Sitwell sighed. He tried to trick Lancer before, but failed. This guy was very difficult to deal with today and kept his words very tight. "Normally, if it was Lancer, the base's scheduled communications would have gone unanswered, and then when his superiors came to investigate, they found dead bodies everywhere..." Sitwell shrugged. This was the style of the Lancer I knew. It was incredible that he let you go. Regardless of whether that Darth Vader was him or not, you saw him. This guy couldn't have left such an obvious flaw.

Everyone knows Lancer's style. Recently, when targeting vampires, they all saw that the group of girls under Lancer were like in an empty space, holding various Shen'en series firearms and sweeping away almost everything. Especially the maid who appeared beside him recently, she was terrifyingly powerful. She killed at least thirty high-level vampires alone.

"Sir, I think you should just give up." Sitwell looked at the vehicle with the SHIELD emblem on it, stood up and walked to the seventh district director who had talked to Lancer before, "Your base has a lot of illegal things that are beyond the jurisdiction of each of us. Yes, you can force it now, but look, we have more people than you.

It's more than four times the size of the base. How long can you hold out? We can even take shifts. "While speaking, Sitwell looked back at the people behind him. Several department leaders sneered. We have decided to demolish this broken base.

"If you insist on resisting, then we will blockade it, and then we will take the case all the way to Capitol Hill and the White House, waiting for the congressmen to vote or the president to make the final decision. However, I estimate that with the joint statement of our departments, your result will definitely not be very good." Sitwell stated a fact that was almost certain, and even the director of the seventh district himself was not confident.

Apart from other things, the NSA angrily said, you actually stored a large amount of explosives in the Hoover Dam? ! If it goes wrong, how many people do you plan to die downstream? !

In fact, the leaders of District 7 really want to say that if we mess up, it won’t be a question of how many people will die downstream, but a question of whether human beings on the entire planet still have the right to independence.

"So you might as well consider a plea agreement." Chief Green blurted it out, and was stared at by the other people. What a damn word. Green shrugged. The words were not nice to hear, but that was the way it was. At most, the modifiers were not so accurate. "We don't want you. You should know this very well."

"We are not guilty! We are an agency established by the federal government, and we have authorization to keep weapons and equipment." The director of District 7 roared angrily. He knew very well, and the other party knew very well too, that these agencies just wanted to investigate what kind of organization they were. Of course, in the process of investigation, all the secrets of their organization would be discovered by these guys who came to "investigate". Is there any need to preserve District 7 after it has lost its secrets and most important items?

These guys had already rushed into the base while he was still investigating. It seemed that SHIELD had done something else, because they found records of computer data being copied.

So now, after the supervisor very forcefully blocked this person at the entrance, he had been arguing with them in shifts for more than 5 hours. They were still able to take turns to drink some water and eat something, but the person in front of him had even become hoarse in his voice.

"An organization that cannot prove its existence says it is authorized..." The bigwigs of the NSA and the FBI looked at each other and snorted coldly. Of course, they knew that such an organization must exist. There were even many similar small-scale organizations within their own organizations. They were unrecognized and non-existent organizations. But now, the Seventh District in front of them was not their own child, so they had to beat them to death!

Who knows the secret agencies best? Isn't it the secret agencies themselves? Director Kurlandt asked, "You said you have authorization! Who gave you the authorization? Who gave it to you? Authorization document number? Or paper documents, please show them! If you can't show them, it can only prove that the intelligence discovered by our NSA agents is correct!"

"Wait...wait..." Ramones looked at the people in front of him, "You're not talking about the playboy who's on vacation here with a bunch of beautiful women, are you?"

Director Kurlandt didn't say anything, but shrugged. "We don't pursue personal conduct issues. If one of our agents is as handsome as 007, I personally would still appreciate it."

"Just now you said that was your senior agent."

"Yeah~"

"…He still has a position in SHIELD?"

"Senior cooperative personnel, equivalent to a Level 6 agent."

"…IRS?"

"Oh, he has no status here."

"Pooh..." ×3

2-2 Red Spider

"Whoosh..." A fighter jet that looked very much like an F22 roared over everyone's heads. Megatron, who was in the cargo hold, absorbing energy from the ship's generator while basking in the sun and chatting with Lancer, also raised his head.

"It looks like the best target for you to re-establish your dignity has arrived." Lancer said with a smile. How to put it, if the animated version of Starscream at least had good looks, then this version of Starscream has lost even his good looks.

"Megatron!" The F22 fell from the air and turned into a huge robot! Standing on the edge of the ship, it seemed to want to say something.

"Get down and don't damage our partner's things." Megatron said unhappily. He had noticed that a black-haired woman next to Lancer frowned angrily and clenched her fists, obviously unable to tolerate Starscream's misbehavior on the ship.

"Partners? Where are they? Why can't I see them? A group of primitive humans? Dear Megatron, are you out of your mind?" Starscream said, spreading his hands.

"Your adjutant...what's wrong with this bastard?" Lancer looked at Megatron, "How did he survive to this day?" Then he looked in the direction of Starscream, "Go to the sea."

"Stupid...of...of..." The last two sounds were made by Starscream when he bounced on the water.

Binjiang jumped up and kicked Red Spider away. Red Spider was bouncing on the water like a villain in a comic book... well, it was a villain?

"Chekalov, keep an eye on the commander." Fei Ma pulled her gloves and jumped onto the water. As the space behind her opened up, the two mechanical dragons dived into the water and headed towards the two dragons fighting on the water.

Binjiang and Red Spider approached quickly.

Red Spider was also a veteran who had lived through the heyday of the Cybertron Empire. After fighting with Binjiang, he was kicked away by Binjiang at the beginning because he had no time to react. However, he reacted immediately after he threw the man away, and directly took out his gun and fired a round of missiles to drive Binjiang away, then immediately transformed and took off, trying to distance himself.

But Binjiang was more used to this kind of tactics than he was. Those female ghosts from Sakura Empire loved to throw mines and run away! They even called it "three-stage mine strike operation!" Ugh! So Binjiang's response strategy was launched at the first moment. Do you think I am good at close combat? No, no, no, as a ship girl, my job is to "the wind is rising and the clouds are flying, set up the cannon and blast his mother!"

In the water mist created by the missiles fired by Red Spider, countless spots of light broke through the water mist and shot towards Red Spider who was turning around and trying to get away. The densely exploding shells directly destroyed all the air currents on the sea surface. Even though Binjiang's muzzle was raised a little bit, the exploding grenades still created a terrifying air wave.

The Red Spider, which had just completed its transformation and was about to take off, was immediately smashed onto the sea surface. This means that it is a mechanical life form of Cybertron, not a real F22. Otherwise, it would be like an F35 that went swimming in the South China Sea and could basically be declared scrapped.

Just as Red Spider fell into the water, he discovered that the bad situation seemed not to be over yet. Its sensors told it that there were two huge shadows swimming quickly near it, and one of them seemed to have caught another unlucky turtle and was playing with it.

Starscream immediately turned over and tried to move upwards. Except for a few special Transformers, no one liked the combat environment in the ocean. The mobility that the Transformers were proud of was greatly weakened in the ocean. For them, who had high defense and paper armor relative to their own attack power, they would definitely not like this high-pressure environment in the ocean.

But...it thinks so, but Fei Ma doesn't think so!

Red Spider, who was about to be washed out of the sea, was hit by the mechanical dragon. The mechanical claw pushed and stepped on Red Spider, and he was thrown to the bottom of the water while rolling. When he finally stabilized his body, what Red Spider saw was a shrunken sea turtle that was smashing towards him! After reaching out his hand to push it away, Red Spider's mechanical eyes shrank! A huge mechanical claw came forward and stepped heavily on the seabed. Then the mechanical dragon turned over and whipped it away with its tail. Another mechanical dragon grabbed it and ran around underwater. The fierce water flow washed Red Spider and almost started to lose parts.

"That's about it." Megatron shook his head. Subordinates like Starscream who were ambitious but lacked the ability needed to be beaten. But he couldn't just watch the woman of Lancer beat him to death. He watched Binjiang holding the Thousand Machine Umbrella skating on the rolling sea like boiling water, obviously waiting for Starscream to rush out from under the water, so that he could knock him back like a mole and let him continue to be beaten by the mechanical dragon.

"Mother Fei? Let our new friend go." Lanser tapped the headset and said softly.

"Hmm..." Fei Ma nodded. She really wasn't targeting Red Spider. They had no grudges against each other in the past and in the present. It was just that when it landed just now, it stepped on two big holes in the boat! Fei Ma chose this boat herself! Plus, Lancer often said that this boat was half of his home...

You come here to destroy my house?!

Then I have to loosen your bones!

The huge mechanical dragon broke through the sea surface and dropped the red spider in its mouth into the hold. Then it swam to the side of Fei Ma and carried Fei Ma back to the deck from underwater.

"Hey! Let's play together next time!" Binjiang, who was pushed up by another mechanical dragon, seemed very happy. As a member of Donghuang, this was the first time for the female warrior to enjoy the service of a mechanical dragon. She seemed very excited and even started to make an appointment with Fei's mechanical dragon. But probably only the ship girl can play wrestling with a mechanical dragon.

"Ugh..." The red spider came out of the water and spat out a mouthful of mud and... a few unknown fish that jumped a few times and clearly had no desire to live. The crew members watching on the side laughed. To go against the boss lady, no matter how big or small, is to seek death.

"How do you feel, our new ally?" Megatron stood up and walked over to kick the prone Red Spider to the ground. Megatron said with a bit of resentment, "This is an ally I recognize in the name of the Cybertron Empire Administrator, please show some respect."

"The Cybertron Empire?!" Starscream looked at Megatron strangely, but seeing Megatron's angry expression, Starscream said tactfully, "I haven't heard of it for a long time. I'm a little surprised. Well, since they are the Cybertron Empire's ally recognized by you, they should do something instead of trapping you here like now."

"I'm undergoing maintenance. They have very capable technicians." Megatron looked back at SOPII. Last night, after most people were in their own lounges, SOPII was repairing equipment on the ship as usual. However, when she saw Megatron resting there, she didn't know what she was thinking, so she ran over to ask Megatron if he needed help.

At that time, the generator on the ship could only provide so much energy, so the others tried to save as much as possible and gave most of the energy to it.

It is still too little for Megatron's needs, and his automatic recovery is very slow.

With the attitude of giving it a try, Megatron asked SOPII to try to repair him. After the little girl was busy all night operating a large electric saw and welding machine, Megatron was somewhat surprised to find that his body had recovered more than half of its state. You know, this was after being frozen for at least half a century and then being studied by the secret research institutions of the US government for decades. In addition, the battle with Marco yesterday, Marco's last move also caused some damage to his internal body.

"Ah?" Starscream looked at Megatron with a puzzled look, "These primitive people..."

"Yeah, the primitive man you can't beat." Lancer walked to the side of Megatron. Lancer with Acropolis on the left and Chkalov on the right, there is no doubt that if he wants to, he can let the girl next to him throw him into the sea.

"..." Starscream looked at Lancer and confirmed the message on Lancer. Apparently, Megatron was not kidding when he said that he had given Lancer the message of the Cybertron Empire's alliance. "Well, the powerful deserve respect. So, respected Megatron and our allies, what are you going to do?"

"First, we need a place where we can rest and gather, and then..." Megatron sneered, "The government of this world is basically greedy. If possible, we can completely obtain an area under our control through trade... and then create an identity that we are good aliens. Why do we always have to let Optimus Prime play the good guy?"

"But! We..." Starscream looked at Megatron in front of him speechlessly, "Why should we act with these primitive people? We can obviously beat them to death."

"Hmph... There are more powerful people in this world than you think." While Megatron was in a daze, he sent the mutant information he collected from the Internet. "What we need is a planet that can give us a chance to breathe. After that, we will return to Cybertron! Take back everything we have!"

"Sir... No, Megatron! Can we really go back?" Starscream stood up. In front of Megatron, he was really not a tall figure.

"Okay..." Lanser threw his phone over.

"Hmm? A new species?" Starscream took Lancer's phone, then looked at the thing in his hand with a look of surprise, and soon his eyes shook violently, "Spark Source! This ally... looks worth it!"