Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Yes, boss. OK, boss! Oh! Do I need to close the door?" Peter looked at Springfield who leisurely took an old bolt-action rifle from the wall and began to wipe it. For some reason, he felt a chill on his back and asked cautiously. The spider sense was frantically reminding him that the smiling Springfield was very dangerous.

"No need, just go to the back and prepare the mop, then fill the bucket with water." Chuntian said with a smile.

"Eh? Are they cleaning..." Peter's eyes suddenly widened and he raised his legs to rush to the door. A big man was pointing a gun at Mrs. Springfield who was standing on the counter.

Peter had no hostility towards Lancer, nor did he have any good feelings towards him. He just hired him to earn some living expenses. But it was different with Springfield, who took good care of him. Every day, she would let him take the cakes that the store said were unsold, but were actually reserved for him, back home to share with Aunt May. These were favors he remembered, so how could he let her get hurt!

"Bang!" But before Spider-Man could knock the gunman away, a gunshot rang out from behind, and a bullet grazed Peter Parker's ear and directly knocked the attacker's pistol away.

And that's not all. Mrs. Springfield pulled the bolt very quickly as if to show off her skills, and shot the pistol continuously before it hit the ground. The pistol spun and flew far away. Peter Parker and the attacker twisted their necks stiffly and looked at Mrs. Springfield at the bar.

Chuntian blew into the gun barrel and carefully wiped the magazine with a gun cleaning cloth. "Peter, this gentleman wants to buy a $5000 blueberry cake. Why don't you prepare it? Oh, by the way, credit card or cash."

"Credit...credit card!" The assassin stared dully at Mrs. Chuntian who seemed to be cleaning her gun carefully. The moment when five rounds of 5×7.62mm standard American rifle bullets flew past him made him understand at least one problem. If the woman in front of him who was cleaning the antique gun wanted to, she could have killed him five times before he pulled the trigger. Although he still had a pistol at his waist, he really didn't have the courage to try whether the other party could load the gun in the time it took him to pull out the gun.

"Oh...oh! OK!" Peter Parker was also a little confused. Although he knew that his store manager was very skilled, he was still shocked that he could be so good. However, everything was fine in the end. Peter took out the POS machine from the counter and pressed $5000, then handed it to the killer in front of him. The killer also swiped the card honestly. In the other party's surprised eyes, Peter handed him five boxes of big cakes and signaled that he could leave.

"Then the boss..." After sending this guy away, Peter Parker turned his head to look at Springfield, wanting to ask whether he should go and see how Lancer was doing.

"No need! The matter is almost resolved!" Springfield, who was wiping his bayonet, had a sharp look in his eyes. Poor Peter Parker shrank his neck in fear. Springfield, who had to obey the commander's orders, was quite annoyed. Peter had to taste the bitter taste of this wave of accidental injury.

"Fuck! No one, don't call an ambulance!" Lancer cursed loudly, "2000 dollars!" He quickly pulled the trigger at the unlucky guy on the opposite side! The FN57 pistol in his hand kept spraying bullets. If Fei Ma was not there, Lancer would be holding a P90 in his hand to wash the face of the other side.

Anyway, his girls will take care of the basic fighting, and Lancer only needs to ensure his own safety, so he can safely splash water on all targets that appear in his sight. The 1100 rounds of high-penetration bullets fired at a rate of 50 rounds per minute are enough to make anyone who approaches Lancer make sure whether they really want to go up and give it a try. After all... the SS190 5.7mm bullet, even if fired from a pistol, can penetrate ordinary bulletproof vests, which can be regarded as a very deadly thing.

"Call Lao Fang and ask that old guy to come over and get them!" Lanser shouted loudly.

, Lao Fang was a Chinese doctor Lancer accidentally saved. It was said that he had opened a clinic in Kowloon Fortress before, and now he is still running a black clinic in New York. Lancer's workers can get 88% discount if they go to him for headaches and fevers. Of course, in the case of injuries like this, they are also sent to him. Can't the black doctors in Kowloon Fortress treat gunshot wounds? Isn't it funny?

Lancer's order was immediately carried out by the workers. Several people grabbed the injured unlucky guy and dragged him to the corner. Max took the first aid kit and began to bandage the injured guys. His hands moved quickly, and it was obvious that this was not the first time he had done this. But while Max was doing it, he kept rapping and cursing, which was very black.

"You guys are so bad at hiding." The one-eyed Sixteenth Brother leaned against a steel pillar and kept firing. Several 5.56 bullets easily penetrated the body of the gunman on the opposite side. Even the unlucky guy who tried to hide behind the tire to avoid the bullets, as long as he stretched out his hand to shoot, he would be hit in the arm by the bullet. M16, in a very good mood, hummed a song and rolled over from the second-floor platform, avoiding the messy counterattack from the opposite side, and even changed a magazine for himself.

"Damn it! You will pay the price!" A guy who seemed to be the leader saw that today's matter could not be resolved peacefully and his men were dead all over the ground. He roared and said this, and then he was frightened by two bullets fired by Lancer that hit the nearby wall and shrank back.

"AR15 is in position!" On an abandoned water tower a little further away, AR15 landed and stood firmly. She immediately raised the gun in her hand, began to observe the entire environment through the scope, and began to shoot down the targets that came into her scope.

As soon as the dock was attacked, an early warning was sent out from the Springfield communication frequency band in the store. The girls who were originally very happy to go out for shopping directly pulled up the handbrake at the intersection and performed a drift turn for the vehicles behind them, turning around and rushing back.

"M16, please report the commander's status." M4's voice appeared in the communication.

"Oh, little trouble, I have such a greasy skin... Damn it!" Lanser was just about to show off that he was unharmed when a bullet, shot from nowhere, or a stray bullet, hit the wall next to Lanser. The gravel scratched Lanser's neck, leaving a bunch of bloody marks.

"The commander is injured!" M16 shouted, and then the next moment there was a burst of gunfire, and the AR team rushed forward, splashing blood on the street. The AR team surrounded them from both sides, and had no intention of giving the attackers any chance to survive, including M16 Springfield, who rushed out of the coffee shop, muttering "Useless M1903, can't even keep an eye on a commander!"

"I just had a few scrapes..." Lancer glared helplessly at M16, who was obviously gloating. According to M4's habit, it must have been a slow and steady tactic, but after M16's shout...

What? The commander is injured? Send all these bastards to hell and dance the cha-cha with Mephisto!

"Hide well next time!" RO635 landed in front of Lancer and carefully checked Lancer's condition. He even reached out and touched the wound briefly, then patted Lancer unhappily. "The alarm is lifted. The commander only suffered a scratch."

"Aren't a scratch an injury?" Chuntian quickly fired 5 bullets, then loaded a magazine with her backhand (this time it was a real magazine), threw away the clip, and when she raised the gun again with a fierce look in her eyes, she found that there was no target in front of her. The girls left behind the man who looked like the leader.

"Hey! I surrender! I surrender! The police must be on their way. I swear I won't say anything." The leader was obviously a repeat offender, and his speed was faster than Lancer expected. Then he was kicked by SOPII in front of Lancer.

"I'm not worried about the police at all. We were acting in self-defense after being attacked. We have enough probes to prove that you were the first to attack. And you bunch of trash... I can tell without even smelling you that you're full of the stench of the damn Continental Hotel." Lancer narrowed his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. Chuntian was wiping Lancer's broken skin with alcohol cotton.

"It's convenient for you to know. Yes, we did accept the order from the mainland hotel. Hum... It's true that we failed, but you will be...!" The leader was about to threaten Lanser so that he would let him go, but... The next moment, Lanser opened fire without any hesitation. At such a close distance, the bullet directly blew off his head. "So these idiots are just ordinary cerebral palsy killers. Why should I be afraid of them?"

"How about using the main gun to kill them this time? They are a bunch of disgusting guys!"

"No, that won't scare them enough. It's been too long since they smashed that shabby store. It looks like they've forgotten about it."

"Yes!"

1-22 Is there a room?

After being carefully examined by the girls one by one, Lancer was finally let go. Then he could sit in the main dispatch room of the dock, hugging the sweet and soft AR15, and watching the black doctor busying around outside bandaging his men.

Max was counting the losses in the dock, and by the way, he wanted to see if the attack by these grandsons would cause the orders on hand to be delayed, which would cost a lot of money.

However, losing money is a small matter. The most critical thing may be the loss of reputation. In a sense, no one will hand over their ship, which costs millions of dollars, to a shipyard that may be attacked for repair.

"This is the so-called killing and destroying the heart. If we don't teach them a lesson, this may be the beginning of a continuous stream of attacks." Lanser narrowed his eyes. "Springfield has done a good job and has generated revenue. It's really interesting that an arms dealer like me was attacked." Lanser stroked his hair and glanced at Springfield. Springfield smiled at Lanser with a sense of pride. "But your clerk must be scared."

"Really not." Chuntian smiled and handed a cup of milk tea to the smiling Emperor Feret. "How could a child from Brooklyn be afraid of gunshots?"

"That's true... There aren't gunshots like popping beans every day there." Lanser shook his head, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. "Little entanglement, although the attackers claim to be from the mainland hotel, I don't want this to be a 'misunderstanding' with ulterior motives. Just to confirm, I believe the M16 has already dropped the positioning beacon."

"Don't worry, they have already returned to their lair with my little thing." M16 said with a smile. When the other party was preparing to retreat, she had already fired a SOPII special tracking bullet and hit the beacon on the other party's car. Unless the other party repaired the car on a large scale, they would not be able to find it.

"Well, let's get ready. Let John and the others prepare. We'll go to the Continental Hotel tonight and get a room!" Lanser's mouth curled up. "I heard they have a rule that prohibits shooting in the hotel, right?"

"You said it as if you had obeyed it." Fei's mother slapped away the hand that was not satisfied with holding one, but also stretched out her hand to play tricks on her waist. When they went in to cause trouble last time, they fired all kinds of guns. What happened later? Peace and tranquility were all achieved through fighting.

"Boss... well, is it too late for me to pretend I didn't hear anything and go out?" Peter Parker said with a bitter face. Lancer was not a good person. He was a good person. People in the neighborhood knew that he helped the poor. This shipyard helped countless people live a decent life again...

Lancer himself hardly made any money in this shipyard. He mainly saved himself the berthing fee of a ship (In New York, it seems to be the gross tonnage of the ship × 8 cents/day), and he also got some free ship maintenance and replacement of some worn-out parts during his free time every year. The rest of the money he earned was basically used to give holiday benefits to these guys.

However, Peter Parker also knew one thing, that his boss's murderous nature was a very troublesome situation for him. As long as you raised the gun, your body would be full of holes without being shot. His boss would never consider stopping. But the other party happened to be the first to take action, and his boss kept a lot of twisted logic, such as equal retaliation, preventive war and other nonsense.

Of course the most crucial sentence is "If I put down my gun, will the other party put it down? I'm Asian, do I need to keep saying it? Unless I beat the brains out of these bastards, they won't understand what it means to 'it's better to sit down and reason'." Peter Parker, who once tried to persuade his boss with words, was speechless. He could only say that the United States has its own national conditions. In many cases, bullets are indeed more effective in making people civilized and polite.

"Well..." But Peter Parker still wanted to persuade his boss to raise his gun. He had heard about what the Continental Hotel meant, and this was a trouble he didn't want to cause. But now, the trouble had come, so Peter Parker felt a little speechless.

"Peter, you are lucky today. We are closing the store early and you can take a paid day off. By the way, please bring some of the unsold cakes to Aunt Mei." Chuntian showed a decent smile on his face. Without discussing with the real owner of the coffee shop, he decided on his own to close the business today, take the whole store on holiday, and give the only two employees in the store early leave.

"Eh?" All that Peter Parker wanted to say was held back at this moment. The other party obviously didn't intend to give him a chance to say anything. They didn't want to get blood on their hands, so they gave him a chance to get away with it. But in the face of such good intentions... "Mrs. Springfield, let's do the same as before. I'll be in charge of the store."

"Oh~" Mrs. Chuntian tilted her head and looked at Peter sideways, "You are quite brave. This time, watching the store will be very dangerous!"

"I can probably handle it. If not, I'll call the police. I still remember Officer Alex's phone number?" Peter Parker scratched his face. The boss was a good man. Every time Aunt May organized a charity service, he would donate tens of thousands of dollars, and would also donate all the expiring flour, butter, cream, chocolate powder and other things in the store. The stuff used in Springfield was not cheap. More than one-third of the food produced for each event was made from materials provided by him. Just think of it as... helping him a little.

"Really..." Lancer stood up, walked in front of Peter Parker, pulled out a dagger from his waist, and twirled it between his fingertips. "This is a survival hunting knife produced by Northern Industries. It's made of high-carbon steel and is a legal self-defense product. Little guy, go get a gun license when you have time, and then I'll give you a decent gift."

"Gift? No no no...I

I don’t need that kind of thing. I think this knife…” Peter Parker shook his head quickly. How could he not know what Lancer meant by a good gift? Lancer didn’t make money from the shipyard. This coffee shop was opened to make Springfield happy. So how did Lancer make money? He knew a little bit… So the boss was probably just a good person.

"Here, people of your age always feel that society, especially American society, is something worth fantasizing about... Society is cold. The good deeds of a few people may warm people's hearts, but they can't illuminate this society. Do you know how many troubles I have helped Aunt Mei solve?" Lanser's mouth curled up. "As a man, protecting your family is the most basic requirement, right? You are not a waste who can't even protect your own relatives, right?"

"..." Peter Parker subconsciously grasped the dagger that Lancer handed to him. He didn't know what to say for a moment and looked at Lancer in front of him with a complicated look.

"Let's go. It's hard to book a room at the Continental Hotel." Lancer looked at the dazed Peter Parker, then turned and left. Phil, with a perfect smile on her face, took Lancer's arm, and the AR team followed Lancer out, carrying their travel bags.

"Gu..." Peter Parker looked at the dagger in his hand, "I will protect it! I will!"

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"Mr. Winston... I think trouble is coming." The black man at the hotel front desk suddenly heard a commotion in the hotel bar area and subconsciously raised his head. After seeing the person coming, he immediately picked up the phone and dialed the number directly through the intercom. "It's Mr. Lancer, looking for trouble."

"Okay, I'll be down right away, you just delay for a moment." Winston suddenly felt a headache. Their Mainland Hotel was open for business, but... in this world, there were still some people who should be avoided if possible, just like this group of mad dogs in front of him!

Sean thought he could win, and then his entire gang was killed in one night; the Mexican drug dealers thought their boats were very useful, but a huge gas explosion occurred in Tijuana, and the entire manor belonging to a gang leader was blown away, leaving only a huge crater at the scene, as if it had been blown up by a heavy bomb or a large-caliber naval gun, and the entire manor collapsed in the huge explosion.

Before, because of his series of actions, many people found him annoying, but the price of mainland hotels was relatively high, and such trouble would cost at least three million. After all, others might not know, but they knew very well that he was an arms dealer roaming in the underground arms market, and it was not a simple matter to hunt him down.

Obviously, looking at the murderous look of this man who broke in, someone must have offered a high price again, and then someone took action, but ultimately failed again!

"Excuse me...how can I help you? Dear Mr. Lancer." The black administrator said with a smile, revealing a set of white teeth that could make him the spokesperson for Black Toothpaste.

"Charon...right? Two presidential suites, reserved for special services." Lancer said with a smile, his face full of malice without any disguise.

M4 beside Lancer poured a bag of gold coins onto the table with an expressionless face. In addition to the golden luster, the bag of gold coins also sparkled with blood. Yes, Lancer and his men did not even wipe the gold coins and directly poured out the gold coins they had searched from the team of killers.

"..." Charon glanced at the fifty or so gold coins on the table, his pupils shrank, and the standard smile on his face stiffened.

"Is that enough? If not..." Lanser's eyes swept across the people who were looking at him with different expressions, or the killers in the Continental Hotel, "I think it won't take me too long to get enough, what do you think?"

"Please let me check the room."

1-23 transactions

"Hey! Lancer!" Winston walked over quickly, opened his arms, and showed Lancer a charming smile. "It's been a while since we last met. How have you been recently? Why are you in the mood to come to my place today? Judging from your expression, you seem to be a little bit down today."

"Oh, it's been a while. Normally, when I come to your place, there are only three things: talking about business, doing business, and grabbing business. But now..." Lanser's eyes flashed with all kinds of unfriendly expressions, "You know, we don't have any grudges, right? Everything is the result of choice, isn't it? I gave you a chance."

"..." Looking at Lancer's expression, Winston's face was full of confusion. There was no doubt that the man in front of him was here to cause trouble. Look at the way his girls opened their bags without any concealment after they came in, and the formation that vaguely surrounded Lancer in the middle, making everyone understand what was in their heavy bags and what they wanted to do.

"Uh... I knew it..." Winston sighed. He had never expected that there would be such a fool who would actually do a task to cause trouble for him? Where did this fool come from? "To use your flower-growing saying, let's eat first and talk slowly?"

Lancer was not from the Continental Hotel, so why would Winston be so friendly to him? How could such a powerful, wealthy, and powerful local tyrant be so polite and smiling?

It’s the same as the Kingpin next door, tall and hard!

Winston could only use the tactic of delaying. Lancer walked in instead of attacking directly, which meant that this matter could still be discussed. If Lancer didn't want to talk, then according to the previous experience, the hotel's peripheral businesses in New York would be the first to be bloodbathed, and then when night fell, the girls behind Lancer would directly block the front and back doors of the hotel and start to break into the hotel, and a group of big men would directly break in from the roof.

The black-haired beauty with a bad look on her face next to Lancer will stand in front of the door and stomp to death all the ants that try to pass by her. After the last battle, the entire hall was full of bullet holes.

"Mr. Winston, I think you got one thing wrong. When we eat, we have to be friends." Lancer said with a smile, "I should have made it very clear last time, right?"

"Okay." Winston nodded. The last time the two sides had a fight, it took the Continental Hotel New York a day to clean up the bodies, and then began a major renovation of the hotel, closing for three or four months. If it weren't for the fact that the Continental Hotel New York did not rely on the hotel industry for its livelihood, the boss behind it would definitely choose to beat him up.

"So I think this should be regarded as your formal declaration of war, right?" Lancer stared into Winston's eyes. Coupled with the slight height difference, this cold gaze was full of oppression. Of course, this oppression was also directly related to the fact that the girls around Lancer had their hands put into their travel bags. No one wanted to compete with these crazy women in the speed of drawing a gun. The last person who tried to do so was shot with 5.56mm rifle bullets.

As for the mysterious black-haired woman, she crossed her arms impatiently and squinted at the entire lobby. No one in the entire hotel lobby dared to move for fear of causing any misunderstanding. After all, all the people involved in the Continental Hotel had a deep memory of the last time she stood at the gate of the Continental Hotel and swept away everything.

"No, no, no, of course not. This certainly doesn't mean that we want to start a full-scale conflict with you! We are just middlemen, we..." Winston explained quickly.

"Alright, then I won't waste my words. According to what you said, those idiots who started the fight were not your people, right? And you are just a middleman who can do anything for anyone, right? Well, I will buy the heads of those people on the table who want to buy my head. This is my last friendship. Otherwise, Winston, I will help you choose a destination with good scenery. New York Bay is a good choice." Lancer said with a smile.

"So... you have already found out who it is, right..." Winston looked at the dozens of gold coins on the table with a speechless expression. He had already found out who bought his head, but he just didn't do it himself and let the hotel take the blame. After all, those who can afford this price are not ordinary people, and the scope is not large. "Then you should know that it is a trouble."

"Hey..." Lancer looked at Winston with a smile, "So what you mean is that I'm not a problem? Maybe I need you to review some things so that you can remember some things." Lancer's smile began to become ferocious. As an arms dealer, he is a good man? Oh, dear, are you talking in your sleep? Lancer nodded to M4 next to him. M4 glanced at his phone and sent a message.

"Ring...Ring..." After a few seconds, the phone on the desk rang. Charon, standing aside with his hands clasped, looked at the phone he used every day with a bit of shock. Winston glanced at Lancer, who made a gesture of invitation. Winston's heart immediately sank. This guy, as always, is a madman. Fighting with a madman holding a huge amount of munitions? Winston sighed in his heart.

"Hello..." Winston answered the phone, and his heart sank. After Goron informed him that Lancer was coming, Winston mobilized their greatest support force in New York, three trucks of heavily armed soldiers.

At the same time, the person on the phone was giving him an urgent report that an explosion had just occurred when he was getting on the car. The three cars and the assaulting soldiers on them were directly blown into three fireballs, and there was no way of finding out who had launched the attack.

"Hey..." SOPII smiled and high-fived RO635 beside him. The 500 grams of C4 explosives tied to the cheap drone were enough to completely cremate the bodies of the New York hotel thugs in an instant, not to mention that there were more than one drones, so it was guaranteed that not even a trace would be left.

With the operation of these girls, the other side didn't even have a chance to discover them. The drone simply stuck to the bottom of their car, waited for people to get on board, and then BOMB!

"Looks like you're having a bad day today. Come on, take a deep breath and keep calm." Lanser said with a sneer. This old guy actually dared to tease him when he just came in. Ha, did he really think he wouldn't do anything?

Fei Ma was watching all this. Just now, someone stood up and wanted to move towards the hotel door. She looked at him and finally he moved back the same way he came here. Today, everyone is waiting for the commander's final decision.

"What do you want?" Winston took a deep breath. He looked at Lancer. He mobilized these people more to avoid being attacked by him like last time. He had no idea what to do.

Without making any preparations, he had to sign a humiliating treaty and pay a huge price. Otherwise, guess where Lancer got the money to buy a bankrupt small shipyard.

But this is not the end yet. Intensive gunfire and intermittent explosions began to reach Winston's ears through the receiver. He looked at Lancer in disbelief!

"Don't be surprised. To cut the grass, you have to uproot it. Winston, since you have done it and failed, you have to bear the consequences of failure, right?" Lancer smiled. He couldn't stand it anymore. If I hadn't held down Fei Ma, you would have been in the bomb crater now.

"So you plan to shoot me? To make up for last time?" Winston looked at Lancer. That's right, according to the truce he made with Lancer last time, the Continental Hotel really could not harass him again, and his community was a forbidden area for the Continental Hotel. If there was a next time, Lancer would destroy the entire Continental Hotel in New York.

"Follow up the shooting? If this is the result you want." Lancer looked at Winston with a smile, his eyes flashing.

"I see. What made you change your mind?" Winston nodded and let out a long sigh. Damn, Lancer was under too much pressure just now. I'm afraid he would have to bleed profusely to be satisfied.

"You're lucky this time. Before I arrived, the big shot above called me and told me that he didn't want me to make too big a scene. After all, you're in New York, not some closed town." Lanser's lips curled up, and he didn't seem to show any dissatisfaction on his face, but he was still quite angry inside.

Obviously, there is a deal between BookMan and the Continental Hotel, or there is a CIA inside the chair. In any case, when Lancer went out to do something, the other party called quickly. Considering the whole warehouse of "Ukrainian metal scrap", Lancer decided to endure it this time. Of course, necessary warnings are still needed.

"..." Winston's expression changed rapidly. If this was the case, then the upper management of the Continental Hotel had already been informed by the CIA and had made some transactions, but the news had not reached him! This was a very fatal situation.

The Continental Hotel is a very special institution. Here, as long as you spend money (not necessarily gold coins), you can meet most of a person's needs! So the interest chain here is very considerable! This made him think too much. After all, as the person in charge of a city as big as New York, and the scope of his communication also includes a large area nearby, there are still many people who are jealous of his position! This time is undoubtedly a very good opportunity.

"So now... do you need to book a room for you, Mr. Lancer?" Charon suddenly said cautiously.

"..."

"..."

Lancer and Winston looked at each other, then looked at Charon beside them. It was obvious that he didn't want the atmosphere to be so bad.

"The presidential suite is ready?"

"Have it!"

"And you will be compensated to your satisfaction, Mr. Lancer."

"Okay, I'll wait."

1-24 Bounty

"I owe you one..." Winston took a deep breath, and he and Lancer walked into the elevator together. When the elevator started, Winston said in a low voice.

He was severely tricked this time. After the last conflict between the two sides, any similar attacks against Lancer were basically warned in advance during the mission release process, informing him of the actions Lancer took after the last attack.

After listening to the description here, anyone with a brain would immediately understand that an arms dealer with unclear ties to the CIA is definitely not a good person who would eat easy food. Fighting with an arms dealer is definitely something that no killer wants to see, because there are two most direct problems in fighting with arms dealers: 1. The opponent has endless bullets; 2. He suddenly takes out a big treasure for you to appreciate.

So today, not long after he came back, someone came to his house and asked for death! This matter was no longer an unusual problem. In the following events, Winston's first thing was to immediately find out which bastard was plotting against him!

His loss this time was undoubtedly huge. He had just used all his strength. Although he didn't want to confront Lancer directly, he still had to make the necessary preparations. Then these assassins were taken away with their cars! Even his logistics base was included! He didn't know how to calculate the money he lost.