Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

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"Isn't it too happy? But I am also a ship girl after all." Tiancheng smiled and drew circles on Lanser's chest with his fingers.

"Hmph... you can easily deal with me, right?" Lanser said unhappily, "Okay, get up, Chkalov. I just heard you say that Balalaika was looking for you?"

"Well, they didn't want to turn me over, but they wanted to ask if you could help sell the goods. But we didn't discuss it in detail." Chkalov sighed, "The news you gave seems to have scared them. Lubyanka has begun an emergency screening of key positions across Russia. I guess they are trying to find a way to do it."

"Sales!?" Lanser frowned. "Aren't I selling their goods? They can't really want me to start selling those Russian weapons and equipment on a large scale." Lanser was a little suspicious. Is this a weird joke?

"No, it may be more common goods. Since it is smuggled, it will become duty-free in a sense. They will offer a price that satisfies us." Chkalov said with a smile, "She said that if you are interested, go to Yellow Flag for an interview today."

"Hmm... Interview?" Lanser twitched his lips, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly laughed, "Bring the little guy with you, let's go to the bar to relax a little. After all, that little devil who acts like a little adult is very fun to tease."

"Why can't we just strangle him to death? It means nothing to Atlas who has the support of the Decepticons. If they dare to stand in the way, they will be crushed." The agent expressed his opinion in a resentful voice, which was very rare.

I don't know if it's because the agent has been taking care of him meticulously during this period, or because the agent's maid outfit is too deceptive. Lancer forgot that the agent is the chief of the Iron Blood. Under her command, countless Iron Blood humanoids launched attacks on Griffin or the New Soviet Union, causing huge damage. After taking over the hostages of Black Lagoon, let the agent take care of the little brat.

What is the result...

Anyway, when M4 suddenly realized that the agent had not been with Lancer for a long time and rushed into the cabin where the little guy was imprisoned, the agent with pizza sauce on his face had already grabbed the kid's head and was ready to crush his brain. M4 rushed up and fought with the agent, but the performance gap between the two was there, and the agent quickly suppressed M4. In the end, it was Chkalov who had been watching the show for a long time (and even fed M4, who was once suppressed, with wine to encourage him) who pulled the angry agent up.

"Little guy, although I don't know what my Lancer thinks, you'd better understand that everyone on this ship can crush your life at will. Respect is the most basic attitude to seek survival." Chkalov said indifferently while casually holding the agent's iron fist, "Especially there are actually quite a few people with bad tempers on the ship, such as her, and me? And if they kill you, at most you will be tortured a little by Lancer at night. For us, this is not necessarily a punishment, understand?"

Looking at the fist marks all over the steel cabin, Grusia grew up a lot on this day! The agent was really not joking when he wanted to crush his skull just now. His whole head was still aching! So looking at the cold smile on Chkalov's face when he spoke, Grusia nodded and apologized to the agent very seriously.

The agent was busy glaring at M4 and had no time to pay attention to him. He just spit out a few words to show that he understood.

"Well, you can understand what people say, and it seems that you will not die on the ship. Although you probably don't know much information, but think about it, why is your family the only one targeted among the thirteen families? Opposing Atlas... your family? It's not that I look down on you, but how strong are you?" Chkalov smiled and threw a part of his thoughts in front of the kid in front of him. It is the duty of a good teacher to help bad students find out the gaps and make up for the shortcomings. "After all, the number 13 is not very auspicious. 12 is very good, isn't it?"

At the same time, as expected, when 95 and her friends went to cause trouble for the Colombians, the Colombians hid themselves consciously, and the entire office was empty. 95 and her friends could only regretfully dismantle the other party's safe and return to the ship with their bags.

It was obvious that the other party was well aware that Lancer and his men would not stay in this city for long. As long as they could survive this period and Lancer and his men's ship left, they would be safe.

As for the loss of this key little ghost, although he will be punished by the headquarters, Gu Sabo has already started to find connections with the upper level, and it is likely that he will be punished rather than executed! As long as his life can be saved, then the rest is easy to say.

However, this was their idea, not Lanser's. If they were going out for a drink, why would they take this kid with them? "Take him to see the world. For them, if they can't let this kid become a hostage, then dying in our hands might be a good outcome. This family only has this one child, so they will definitely take crazy revenge. Is SOPII charging done?"

"It's all done! Tonight, the whole town will be under our noses."

"Then let's get started! Let's go drink! And see if that bar can survive today."

2-17 3:2, Coming Soon

After Lanser and his companions' car stopped in front of the door, a group of people got out of the car.

Then he walked towards the bar door under the exaggerated neon lights.

When I opened the door, a mixture of pungent smell of low-quality alcohol, cheap perfume, male sweat, suffocating concentration of cigarette smoke, and a faint smell of blood hit me in the face!

Lanser and the others were very familiar with this smell, even Chkalov and Binjiang's eyes were shining, they were looking around happily, but Chkalov was looking at the wine cabinet behind the bartender, and Binjiang was looking at the people in the store, and it was unknown if they were looking for something to smash the beer bottles with.

"Oh my! Whose child is this? So pretty!" Balalaika looked at the beauties behind Lancer. Wow! None of them had the same hair color! Lancer, it's a miracle that you're still alive! Balalaika's rare gossip fire burned fiercely.

"Grusia, from the La Bresse family, if you still can't remember this, then I can only think that you are mocking me." Lanser rolled his eyes at Balalaika, who was sitting at the bar with a relaxed look on his face, "Why, did the people above give you a prize?!"

"Isn't this prize just some channels? If the people above have money, they will definitely put it in their own pockets. How can they have money to share?" Balalaika complained about his superiors' greed, then flicked the ash off his cigarette, "Then can you help me?"

"I'll help you get two second-hand ships, and then register two companies in Turkey, and you can put your own brand on them?!" Lanser said unhappily, "To be honest, I don't even know what you're selling..."

"Russia's main means of earning foreign exchange now is to export oil..." Balalaika started to speak, but was interrupted by Lancer.

"Stop!" Lancer stared at the Balalaika. "Can you get it? Directions?"

"What direction?" Balalaika looked at Lancer puzzledly.

"It's nothing more than going west through the Caspian Sea to Iran or through the Black Sea to Turkey, or going east through the oil pipeline." Lancer said casually.

"From the east, it's not my turn yet for the west." Balalaika said somewhat depressedly. Everyone knows that oil is a good thing, and too many people are eyeing it. If the information Balalaika provided this time was not scary enough, such a good thing would not have come to her.

"Then I have to find out about it and give you news later. By the way, don't be too surprised then." Lanser smacked his lips. The biggest problem for oil players is the tanker, and Lanser obviously doesn't have one. Renting a ship is not reliable, so this becomes a profit to be shared.

"You mean it's a U.S. military ship? Do you think this is the first time?" Balalaika laughed. "Then it's settled. I'm counting on you to send me money." Perhaps the matter was settled, Balalaika lit a cigarette for Lancer attentively. "As for other civilian goods, if you want anything, just give me a call. We can have whatever you want."

"Asshole." Lanser shook his head, then suddenly narrowed his eyes. The fishing hook really took effect!

Balalaika on the side also said, "Oh... I didn't realize that Colombians still have some courage!" Then Balalaika looked at Lancer, "Let me show my hospitality? It can be considered as some fireworks for our future cooperation?" The former Soviet veteran on the roof silently inserted the RPG7 rocket into the launch tube.

"Not yet. Let them get closer and be prepared." Lansher noticed another situation. According to the footage captured by his girls' all-around surveillance system, a man was approaching the bar. Lansher glanced at his maid and found it interesting.

"Then I won't disturb your good mood." Balalaika nodded. Lancer was extremely famous in the lawless land of Roanapura. Although the Italians later sent people to rebuild the stronghold, its reputation was completely different from before. Even the little policeman who used to run errands for Lancer has now risen to a high position.

So when Balalaika heard that Gusabo was hiding, she sighed that this old friend was a smart man. After all, to others, Balalaika was very familiar with Lancer, and he would never be polite when he took action. Those Colombians who happened to be against his good friend would not stop unless they were beaten by him and their bodies were full of bullet holes.

But it was obvious that Gusabo's superiors put a lot of pressure on him and almost forced him to attack them. This was really interesting. In the end, he had no choice.

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"Speaking of which, I suddenly have a bad feeling. We won't be able to drink today." Dutch muttered to himself as he watched a long line of cars honking their horns as they passed by him.

"Ah, yes, I think so too." Benny looked at a stick of Lao Gan Ma on a pickup truck and his face turned ugly. This was something that they didn't have on the ship. In Roanapura, no one would take out such a heavy thing unless they were fighting desperately.

"I think... we may be able to say goodbye to our old friends soon." Levi crossed her legs and said indifferently. She recalled Fei Ma's angry fist. Obviously, this man could really knock her head into the wall.

"He still has some money to settle."

The man pretending to be Locke touched his head with a wry smile on his face.

"The worst case scenario... But the goods were lost this afternoon, and now it seems that the balance will not be paid." Dutch grabbed the handle and put his hands on his waist, signaling Benny, who was driving, to keep a distance from the convoy. He didn't want to be involved in such an inexplicable gunfight. "Benny, let's go down to the next hole and go to another bar. I don't want to drink with bullets."

"Ah, yes, it's totally unnecessary." Benny also very much agreed with Dutch's decision. They were unlucky enough today. As pirates occasionally, they were robbed today. Moreover, they had no temper at all. Looking at the drones with flashing red lights and the shining sticks of explosives all over the ship, Dutch and his men did not dare to move at all. When John and his men came to help, they handed over the people directly.

"It looks like Gusabo is fighting for his life this time." Levi suddenly threw the cigarette in his mouth away, "Even this thing was taken out?" Levi pointed at a Gusabo brother who suddenly came out from the evacuation, and said in horror.

"Shit! Red alert!" Dutch also noticed the rotary 40mm grenade launcher! "It's still some distance from the hotel. Are those guys from Gusabo crazy? Brake! Don't care even if you get rear-ended!"

"Boom!" The dull explosion sounded unexpectedly! If the other party was just holding a gun, it might be okay, just add some fun to Lancer's life, but since you have revealed the explosives, I'm sorry, the girls around Lancer will not tolerate them getting closer. 95 tilted his head slightly, and a row of drones immediately stuck to the road, turning into IEDs in seconds.

Q: What can 1 kg of C4 do?

Others are just bragging!

Here the cars are dancing ballet in the sky!

Moreover, a large hole was formed on the ground, and the team behind had no chance to react, and they were directly smashed into a ball. Fortunately, they had just opened up a distance, and Benny quickly stepped on the brakes and stopped on the side of the road. However, looking at the fallen parts on the ground, no one in the car dared to make a sound, and they gasped for breath.

"Damn it... Go, go, go! Go!" Dutch stuck his head out to take a look, and suddenly a drone with flashing red light came into view. Dutch's pupils trembled violently, and he immediately shouted loudly in the car, almost frightened to death.

"Damn it, are all the ones that weren't used this afternoon here?" Levi also widened her eyes. More drones flashing red lights began to land near them. Levi got out of the car and looked up. "Hurry up! There are more up there!"

In the dark night, twinkle ...

"!" Benny didn't care and rushed down the road after breaking through the guardrail on the side of the road. Then a series of explosions came from behind them. The whole car was shaking like a small boat in a storm, and the roof was hit by the mud, rocks and metal debris that were chased down, making a bang.

“Huh…” The people from the Black Lagoon Chamber of Commerce who finally rushed down the slope looked at each other in bewilderment. They had all been on the brink of life and death. Dutch covered his face and said, “Benny, I will pay for the repairs this time. This big boss is getting more and more terrifying.”

"No need, it's just the front bumper, you can knock it yourself when you have time." Benny got out of the car, took a rough look at the state of the car body, and let out a long sigh, "What should we do next? Are we going to find a place to drink?"

"Go back! Drink your shit! It's not suitable to go out today!" Dutch made the decision while cursing.

"Hahaha..." Levi laughed, "Let's go back to the store and have a couple of drinks to celebrate that we survived the big boss twice today."

"Dutch, come over and have a drink. You're not far away, are you?" At this time, Dutch's cell phone rang coincidentally. Under everyone's gaze, Dutch answered the phone. Before he said anything, Balalaika's voice rang in the receiver.

"Huh?" Dutch felt his heart beating too fast. "We were almost blown to pieces just now. We really don't have any interest in drinking right now."

"Oh, I know, I heard about it..." Balalaika said with a smile, and then handed the phone to Lancer.

"Dutch, come here. All your expenses tonight will be charged to me. Even if you plan to go upstairs, it will still be charged to me!" Lanser said with a smile.

"I always feel that it's better not to go tonight." After stroking his big bald head and looking at his subordinates, Locke shook his head desperately, Levi nodded vigorously, and Benny waved his hand with a wry smile.

"3:2, we'll be there soon."

2-18 Bars where you can’t drink

"Burp..." Grusia burped. Although Lancer was planning to ask the bartender for juice or soda at first, as this was a bar, there must be cocktails. But as soon as Lancer asked, Balalaika next to him interrupted him.

"Boy! Drink something manly! Give him something passionate! Our Russian kids start drinking when they are very young! You will corrupt him!" Lancer rolled his eyes speechlessly as he watched Balalaika put a glass of vodka in front of Grusia.

"Do you really want to kill this kid? Change beer!" Lanser rolled his eyes at the bartender who was sniggering on the side. The bartender obediently poured a glass of beer... Lanser frowned at the glass he took out, and the bartender silently changed it for a regular glass.

He poured a glass of light beer into Chang's glass and placed it on the table.

Although this kid looked very honest and didn't say a word, the aura of wealth and nobility he exuded, even if he was theoretically kidnapped, he looked calm and composed, which made it impossible to ignore him. So as a bartender from a low-income family, he almost instinctively disliked him. Since a big guy wanted to trick this kid, he naturally had to lend a hand, but it was a pity that Lancer didn't allow it.

At this moment, the sound of an explosion could be heard faintly in the distance. The bartender immediately raised his head, his eyes narrowed, and his whole body sank slightly, as if he instinctively wanted to do something.

"Good reaction. You have really talented people here. Even the bar owner is not an ordinary person." Lanser glanced at the bartender's reaction and shook his head. As expected of a veteran of the Vietnam War, his reaction to the explosion was indeed very quick.

"Ah... yes," Balalaika glanced at the boss and sighed, "Roanapura may be a safe haven for those of us who have not been able to get out of the old times and continue to indulge in the past."

"Should I congratulate you on getting out of this?" Lanser raised his cup to Balalaika beside him. "Now, the shackles on you have been removed, haven't they?"

"..." Balalaika was silent for a moment, then looked at Lancer, "I really don't want to be supported by an American saying this. But, it is true that I should remove that layer of shackles, and take better care of me from now on."

"Didn't you just finish discussing your business?" Grusia's face flushed and her eyes began to wander.

It's not like he had never drunk alcohol before, but with the encouragement of a few drunks on Lanser's side, this was already his third glass of wine. Based on the 500 ml bottle, this kid had almost drunk more than a bottle of beer in a short period of time.

And because he had thrown the pizza in the agent's face before, Lancer naturally had no intention of sending him another one, so he was now hungry...

"Business? We didn't talk about anything? It's just a cooperation intention. Little guy, you should start to care about this at your age?" Balalaika looked at the little guy who was trying hard to pretend to be calm with some surprise, and suddenly began to understand Lancer's fun.

"I am the heir of the La Bresse family, I..." The little guy was still shaking his head and saying something, when he suddenly heard a heavy object falling to the ground behind him. He turned his head and saw a suitcase falling to the ground. The opened suitcase revealed a specially modified structure inside. There was also a woman in a maid outfit with round eyes standing next to it. It looked so familiar.

"High threat target!" At M4's voice, a row of guns were raised, and Binjiang also took out her Thousand Machine Umbrella. No matter in Griffin or Azur Lane, there is no maid who cannot be beaten! So the girls immediately became highly alert.

"Master Gelucia!" The other party called softly, tenderly and full of affection. The girls of Lanser tilted their heads when they heard the voice. Wow, is this a master-servant relationship plus a sister-brother relationship? This BUFF feels a bit too much.

"Robert? Hiccup!" It was obvious that Grusia had drunk a little too much. He looked at the familiar maid with big pigtails in front of him. Although he felt a little dizzy, he still showed... a very silly smile. After all, he was just a little guy who was drunk. You couldn't expect him to be reserved. He smiled very happily. He had been displaced and frightened all the way, but suddenly he lost all that. He looked at the person in front of him and showed a very "silly" smile, "Thank you..."

"My dear, there is also a maid on the other side." At this moment, Lancer turned around and grabbed his own tail. At present, the only designated personal maid, the iron-blooded butler: Agent, "You will be the one to peel off the skin of the hound disguised as a sheep. It just so happens that her master has offended you, hasn't he?" He gently patted the agent's perky butt, "Let her master see her true appearance. Don't let our innocent little virgin be fooled by the appearance of a big sister nicknamed "Hound"!"

The agent, who had no reaction at first, suddenly looked sharp. What the commander said made sense. If the M4 Griffin scrap metal hadn't arrived too quickly, she would have been in a much better mood now! "Master, please allow me to be rude!" The agent saluted Lancer slightly.

"Go! By the way, is his name Robert? Never mind, listen, if you can win, you can take this little guy away. If you lose, you can go back like a defeated dog with your tail between your legs and tell his father that I have found a good teacher for him. Will Underwood, the son of Atlas CEO Irons, will be the master who will train him into a man. Remember to thank me!" Lancer smiled and made an agreement on this matter. Of course, the other party had only two choices: accept or reject the agreement. Modification and bargaining were impossible.

"Oh...thank you very much." Balalaika shook his head. Lancer, is he planning to eat up the Labres family, one of the thirteen families in South America? Although the Labres family is indeed declining compared to the other twelve families, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. The Labres family still has a wide network of interests and interpersonal relationships in South America, which Atlas cannot compare with.

Lancer did this, obviously to send this kid to be tied to Atlas, which might be a good result, after all, gloves are better than dogs.

Much stronger.

"Hmph! What a rude guy!" Robert gritted his teeth as he looked at the agent who was walking towards him at a moderate pace, and spat out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Hey! Boss, this is my store after all, can you consider it..."

"Click!" FN57 and Makarov pointed at his head at the same time, and the nearby Russian strongman and 79 also pointed their guns at him at the same time.

"Shh... don't disturb us while we're watching the show. If anything is broken, the boss is here, what are you afraid of?" Balalaika glanced at the bar owner, shook his head, put down the pistol, and expressed his attitude. The agreement before them was not something that the bar owner could stop or interfere with. Although Lancer said that a fight between the two maids would decide whether Grusia would stay or go, in fact, Lancer and Balalaika knew very well that Lancer had the Labres family in his hands.

Your heirs are all in Atlas, and the Labreses still want to sit on the fence or not help either side?! Don't dream! The other twelve families, who are already full of malice, will declare the Labreses traitors without hesitation! And Balalaika estimated that even if Lancer let Grusia go back, their family would still have no choice, because the other party was determined to swallow up the Labreses. Is it difficult to find a reason? If not, just make one up.

After all, Lancer's decision to let the only son of the Labres family go is very interesting. In a sense, after Lancer made this move, the Labres family had no choice! Atlas is about to welcome the joining of a local giant. Perhaps in the future, there will only be one left in South America.

"Huh..." Robert stared at the seemingly weak agent in front of him, clenched his fists, and slightly revealed his fangs.

"No wonder that brat has no manners at all. It turns out that the person who takes care of him is so vulgar?" The agent glanced at Robert, who was slightly taller than her, with disdain. "Let him go to the master's friend, otherwise... he will die soon!"

"Bluff!" Robert shouted angrily and waved his palm to knock the agent away, then pounced over and forcibly took his young master away. She knew very well what the consequences would be. The dozen automatic rifles here would tear her body into pieces in an instant, but this was the only chance to save the Labres family!

"Not bad." But! Robert's plan failed from the beginning. The agent easily blocked it with one hand, backhanded it, stepped forward, started on the spot, and punched!

"Woo..." Although she raised her leg and arm to block, making a nearly perfect blocking action, Robert's blocking action was incomplete because one of her hands was held by the agent. One arm was unable to block the agent's fist and she was simply knocked back a distance. She struggled to maintain her balance, and blood was already flowing from the corner of her mouth!

"Huh..." Robert took big gulps of the air with a fishy and sweet smell.

"Why are you yelling? This is based on your strength. If the master hadn't stopped me, I would have crushed that kid's head! The master told me to peel off your hypocritical skin. Come, let me see if you are worthy of me making a blanket out of your skin!" The agent said viciously. The agent had never been humiliated like this in his life! After being caught by the master, lifting the skirt and touching the thighs does not count, that is flirting!

"Go to hell!" Robert rushed forward with gnashing teeth. She wanted to tear the woman in front of her into pieces! She dared to hurt her beloved Gerushia! She deserved to die!

"Bang, bang, bang..." The two women's fists and feet collided fiercely, and the muffled sound was somewhat painful, but compared to Robert's fierce roar, the agent's counterattack was direct and effective, and there was no chance for the other party to fight back at all.

After all, when the agent was taunting, he was hitting Robert's head with the wooden table, sending her flying.

"Robert!" By this time, Grusia had finally reacted and shouted loudly, but under the control of Lancer and Balalaika, the little kid could only scream and shout there, unable to escape the clutches of the two adults.

"Gaga...Gaga...Master Grocia..." After being knocked away by the agent again, Robert hit the wall and fell into a pile of wood debris that had just been knocked into the corner. With blood all over her body, she stood up with difficulty and looked in the direction of Grocia. The blood had begun to blur her vision.

"What do you want! Stop now! Robert is almost beaten to death by that crazy woman!" Grusia shouted loudly.

"Hmm?" After a while of fighting, the agent, whose hair was inevitably disheveled, looked over with a cold look! You said I was crazy in front of the master? She turned and walked over, but after taking only one step, her heel was caught.

"No harm..." Robert grabbed the agent's heel.

"Get out!" The agent kicked Roberte fiercely in the abdomen. Roberte immediately spurted out blood, but she still grabbed the agent's heel tightly to prevent her from passing.

"You want to die! I'll grant your wish!" The agent leaned over, grabbed Robert's neck with one hand, and lifted him up. He punched him once, twice...