Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

Robert, who was spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, soon fell silent.

"Enough! Let her go! I'm going to Atlas! I'm going!"

He shouted loudly, and after he said it, the agent looked at Lancer.

"Okay, this is the first lesson. As a leader, you must know when to advance and when to retreat, otherwise the people around you will get hurt." Lancer signaled, and the agent threw Robert to the ground, "Springfield, give her emergency treatment and call an ambulance."

"Aren't you afraid that he will hate you?" Balalaika looked at Lancer with a funny expression. After all, as soon as they let go of each other, the kid shouted "Robert!" and rushed towards Robert.

"He has to be weaned eventually. Before that, just treat him as your target. After all, the La Bresse family is a nuisance to the other twelve families, but to my friend, they are the last piece of the puzzle." Lancer blew out a puff of smoke, hugged the blood-covered agent and kissed him.

The agent took out his handkerchief from his pocket and wanted to help Lancer wipe the blood stains from this action. He found that the handkerchief was also stained with blood and frowned. At this time, a piece of cloth was handed over to him. The agent took a look and immediately frowned. He really didn't want to use the scrap M4! However, it was more important to help Lancer wipe his face.

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"I knew it! We won't be able to drink any wine when we get here." Levi said softly at the back door.

"At least the bar is still there..." Dutch sighed and walked in first.

2-19 Telephone Conference

"So I just found a teacher for Will, and you found an apprentice for Will, is that what you mean?" Irons laughed, "Okay, send him over, I hope this kid is popular." Irons said to Lancer happily, "By the way, a few days ago someone contacted me under your name."

"Oh? You're so fearless? Who are you? Where are you from?" Lanser on the other end of the phone had a strange expression on his face. There was such a fool? His own signboard? Did he have such a thing as a signboard?

"His name is Shingen Yashida. He wants to talk to me about cooperation." Irons doesn't care much about the upcoming little carrot head. The Thirteen Families of South America? Haha... It's not like they haven't been beaten before. They are just a bunch of trash that the CIA feeds on after a series of changes in the last century. Now I beat them for my own pleasure, and I'm happy to let them go. However, this little guy that Lancer recruited for me can indeed reduce a lot of trouble for me, which can also be regarded as reducing my control costs.

"This guy is useful. He is an ambitious guy. He has just taken over his father's power. He probably wants your influence to get rid of the greedy Japanese bureaucrats." Lancer simply evaluated Shingen Yashida. "This guy and I do have some business dealings, but if you are embarrassed..."

"No, no, no... Just like you said, we don't have to worry too much. Ambitious? Very good, in South America, we still have a lot of places to do things. I'm not afraid of his ambition, as long as he's willing to do things." Irons laughed. I'm just afraid that you're not willing to do things. Taking advantage of the situation? Okay, give me the real money. "I understand it in general. It doesn't look like a bad thing."

"How are our allies doing?" Lancer asked curiously on the phone. After all, Lancer often contacted Megatron and the like, but he couldn't just ask, "Hey, man, are you planning on enslaving humans today? Eight hours a day with two days off." Even without Megatron scolding him, Lancer was already so embarrassed that he almost dug out a two-bedroom apartment with his toes.

Allies are good for protection, but if you don’t trust me at all, what kind of ally are you…

"They helped a lot, including the energy layout of the power plant and the new city. We followed their suggestions and their design, which reduced our costs by more than 40%. And...how did you get that experimental prototype?"

"We're taking advantage of the Osborn Group. The old guy is very surprised that you would send them samples. This is a thank you gift from them themselves." Lancer said with a smile. Lancer himself did not expect Norman Osborn to be so generous. Even if it was a failed product in the route dispute, it was still a super equipment worth hundreds of millions, and they gave it to him just like that.

"Hahaha... I didn't expect these guys to be so valuable. Moreover, he developed the capture kit, which reduced the difficulty of capturing these vampires a lot. And I just realized now that there are really not many of them in the United States." Irons laughed. Moreover, as a military unit, after Lancer's matchmaking, he can also purchase this life-saving drug from the Osborn Group. Now Irons directly regards this potion as the best prize for outstanding soldiers.

For all the frontline fighters, "Aurora" is almost equivalent to their second life! As long as their heads are not blown off at the first time, they can basically be pulled back with one shot. At most, they will have to go to the hospital to cut off the parts that have grown and proliferated. Their lives are saved, so what's there to worry about? Therefore, on all fronts, Aurora is the most important thing.

La is the sought after miracle drug.

The result is that Norman Osborn has been struggling recently. If it weren't for the "raw materials" bottleneck, would the Osborn Group be short of money? ! Even so, Wall Street, which smelled something unusual, has already raised the stocks of the companies under the Osborn Group for several rounds.

However, Norman Osborn also discovered that this thing cannot be used on cancer patients. Once used, it will cause rapid degeneration of the cancer site in a short period of time, and then sudden death.

"Oh, by the way, our Megatron is here. Let's just have a simple conference call." Looking at Megatron walking in from the vehicle entrance, Irons whistled and pointed at his mobile phone. Megatron nodded and joined the communication.

It can be said that it was a very courageous decision by Irons. After confirming the cooperation with the Decepticons, Irons directly handed his originally luxuriously decorated office to Hammer, and then he found a room in the armored garage of the Atlas headquarters, which was now the lair of the Decepticons, and used it as his office. Yes, this old guy is now back to back with Megatron and they are neighbors.

"My ally, I heard that you got a lot of oil?" Megatron was in a good mood because Soundwave was assembling the fusion reactor that humans had inexplicably developed next door (the "artificial sun" developed by Doctor Octopus and invested in by Norman Osborn, the one thrown into the river in the old Spider-Man). After it was completed, the Decepticons would have no shortage of energy, at least in the short term (there are only twenty or thirty of them at present)!

If it's appropriate, he might need a little space to prepare for the production of energy blocks. After accumulating some, he can consider letting Lancer activate some of the newborns. Then, they will be able to start preparing his army for his return to Cybertron. Just imagining this scene, Megatron felt his fire getting a little hot (Me! Megatron! I'm back again!).

"Indeed, is it necessary?" Lanser said with a smile. Megatron's construction... This was something that really shattered Lanser's worldview. But in fact, for the Decepticons led by Megatron, this was considered the construction of a forward base. Although they were a little unfamiliar with these things, they had done them before. Moreover, infrastructure construction was relatively easy with humans doing the work.

Colombia is not without oil fields. It is even an oil-producing country. Theoretically, the total reserves are close to 20 billion barrels, which is not small. The peak production is also one million barrels a day. However, overall, it is okay, but it is just an insignificant and transparent country in OPEC.

"If it's convenient, send some over. We want to make energy blocks, which are very important to us." Megatron's giant metal claws opened and closed slowly. It was obvious that he was in a good mood. After Irons had replenished them with enough energy during this period, the Decepticons, who had been maintained by the Allspark radiation, had begun to recover their health and vitality. Moreover, their violent desire for destruction almost coincided with Irons' expansion.

"Okay, Irons, can you register a petrochemical company in Colombia? I remember that the corresponding certificates in Colombia are not easy to obtain." Lancer nodded. They were just in need of a sales channel. It would be too disrespectful to the IRS to let the US Navy send it directly to the US mainland. It would be much more reasonable to get it once it passes through Colombia.

"It's not difficult. There just happens to be a company with a smelting and mining license that is about to go bankrupt. Oh, and what's even more coincidental is that the Labres family is behind that company. After its influence declined, it lost the oil field license. I think it's only right for us to charge them some tuition fees for helping them train an heir." Irons shrugged at Megatron and spread his hands.

"It's a reasonable request, they have no room to refuse." Megatron narrowed his eyes slightly. His ally was a little too gentle in his approach. After extending the olive branch, if the other party dared to refuse, then he would just kill them. Not to mention that there were actually only two people in this family. Lancer actually used such a gentle approach, which made Megatron a little dissatisfied. But for Megatron, everything is good in the end!

"Then it's up to you guys to solve the problem here, and I'll go say hello to the navy, they'll be very happy." Lancer nodded with a smile, then remembered something, "By the way, Megatron, do you have the technology to identify the Skrulls?"

"Skrulls? On this planet?" Megatron glanced at Irons beside him, "My friend, I think you don't mind some inspection of your company, including you."

"No problem! If you have this technology..." Irons' mouth cracked. If Megatron could solve this problem, there was no doubt that he could take this technology and go to see his brother with a constipated face, bowing his head and begging him to give it to him. He felt happy just thinking about this scene, "I think I can sell it for a good price."

The news about the Skrulls had begun to spread gradually with Lancer's actions, especially to Hammer, who was having a headache because they ultimately failed to find the whereabouts of the two replaced seals.

"Soundwave... I think our friend needs a little help. Contact Shockwave and ask him to come over immediately! Also, prepare the preliminary work for filling the energy blocks. We should start preparing." Megatron gave the order immediately. He admired Irons very much. He was a capable person. If he were to take over a planet, Megatron would seriously consider letting him take over a planet and become a subsidiary species of their Cybertron Empire.

The highest management is appointed by the tribe.

"Understood." Soundwave, who was fiddling with the equipment, didn't waste any words. He encrypted the information and sent it out. After receiving a response, he said to Ivan beside him, "You are not safe if you do this!"

"You know shit about human technology!" Ivan glared at the huge Soundwave and completely ignored the mechanical bird that was threatening him with its fangs bared behind him. "The scientist who invented this device is really great! But... he's too timid and the design is too complicated!" He screwed a cable as thick as his thigh to the base of the device. "Now... it's time to eat! Big guy!" Red energy beams began to be transmitted through the pipe.

"Ah..." Holding one end of the wire, Sonic, who was absorbing energy at full speed, let out a breath. It had been a long time since he had felt so comfortable. With the rapid influx of energy, the metal of his body began to become more shiny. Some of the injuries he suffered during the space travel were also well healed by the surge of energy. "Sir Megatron! The trial run was successful. We can start absorbing energy now!"

"Well! You go first! I've finished discussing with my allies here." Megatron waved his hand, signaling the Decepticons who had begun to become restless in the cabin to all roll over. His own meeting had not yet ended, and then the room was emptied in an instant.

A group of Decepticons rushed impatiently to the next room, then grabbed the cables that were flashing red light and began to extract energy. One by one, they all showed a relieved expression. After all, for them, being able to eat their fill was something they hadn't experienced for a long time.

Megatron snorted. Starscream, this idiot, didn't even have the strength to fight first. Shame on him. But it was just right. The following contents were not suitable for these Decepticons to hear, otherwise it would spoil the meal. After these guys were full, they would scream and want to go to war! Instead of the small fights like now.

"So... we can rely on you guys for reconnaissance?"

"Roadblock is my best intelligence officer. You can trust his ability."

"I expect that quite a few people will soon be unable to sleep."

2-20 Seizing power

Just as Irons was about to have someone prepare a plane to ship a sports car to Ukraine, and Lancer was sleeping soundly with his agent in his arms, a certain unlucky worker had to report to the top of the Delta Wing Building of SHIELD. Yes, this unlucky guy is a strong contender for the annual outstanding employee of our SHIELD! Agent Sitwell!

After knocking on the door gently, Sitwell found Coulson in Nick Fury's office. From his body language, Coulson seemed to disagree with Nick Fury's idea. Of course, this had nothing to do with Sitwell. Coulson hadn't been seen for a while, and he didn't know what he was busy with recently.

After pressing the electronic doorbell, Nick Fury took a look and opened the door. Sitwell noticed that after he came in, the originally transparent glass wall and door instantly became foggy and opaque.

"Director Fury." Sitwell greeted Nick Fury naturally, "Do you need me to wait until you finish talking?"

"No, in fact, what we are talking about is related to you." Nick Fury's dark face seemed to be darker than usual. "Just now, representatives from China, the United States, Russia, Britain, and France officially notified us, asking us to hand over all the information about the green mimic aliens, and hand over all the relevant information and evidence we currently have..."

"This is against the rules!" Sitwell frowned and said unhappily. After all, normally, he had just started investigating this matter, and these guys plundering his investigation results like this would greatly undermine his work. "We can't agree to such an order."

"This is an order... not a request." Nick Fury sighed and pressed a button on the table. Five shadowy figures appeared on the screen behind him. It was obvious that the five permanent members of the UN Security Council were watching this small office. "Explain to me, the Russians think there is something wrong with our data intelligence! You are basically the one who took over this matter. You should know best what happened."

"Um... can I ask which data are different?" Sitwell was already cursing Lancer in his heart! He actually spread the information he just gave him so quickly! And he didn't tell him at all! I can't do this crappy job anymore. Sooner or later, I will die on the spot because of this bastard!

But the expression on Sitwell's face was as dull as it could be, as if he didn't know anything about the situation, as if he was a victim who was cheated! However, it seemed that he was not wrong. It was probably only a matter of time before Lancer's portrait appeared on Sitwell's target paper.

"No comment! We got an autopsy report through reliable channels! There are 7 different data on it, so we require self-testing!" One of the figures who didn't look very big spoke in Russian, and Nick Fury's equipment translated it into English at the same time. But for some reason, this English actually had a strong Russian accent, perhaps so that people could immediately understand who was speaking? !

"...Um, well, I only have one piece of information, and I don't know what's wrong with the data..." Sitwell looked like he had a headache, then looked at Nick Fury next to him, "Maybe we should recheck it.

Test once?"

"No need. From now on, this test product will be taken over by the US military, and anyone who has come into contact with it must pass a joint loyalty identification by the FBI and NSA." A person sitting in the middle suddenly spoke up. You didn't need to listen to any further, just by looking at the department he reported, you knew which country this person represented.

"Do you understand what the consequences of doing this are? In the name of the Director of SHIELD, I veto this order!" Nick Fury turned back and looked at the five figures on the wall! They told him that they only wanted to ask Sitwell about the Skrulls today! These bastards!

"Really... Ladies and gentlemen, I propose that since Nick Fury needs to undergo a loyalty identification, his position be temporarily taken over by Alexander Pierce until he completes the identification." Someone sitting next to the American representative said bluntly, since you want to resist, then let's just play an office struggle, which we are very familiar with.

"agree!"

"It's an emergency, so take the necessary measures! I have no objection."

"Agreed. Data modification can only be done by high-level officials, so Nick Fury's loyalty verification is necessary."

"...You have completed the loyalty identification, right?" Nick Fury looked at his old superior, who looked a little tired standing by the window.

"...Sorry, Fury. I've been at the New York FBI branch since the day before yesterday. The beds there are really hard." At this time, Alexander Pierce, who had been standing by the window without saying a word or even looking back, walked over and gently patted Nick Fury on the shoulder.

Although he felt it was not very likely, Pierce reviewed the internal documents and videos one day after he came back and had to admit one thing: the person who modified the document did a great job and was very clean. With his experience, he could not even tell where the problem occurred.

Then there are only two possibilities. Either the person who did this is a super agent, and his ability in electronic warfare is so strong that it makes people despair. Or the other party has high-level authority and directly changed the internal data...

Among the three bodies brought back by Sitwell, only the two former SEALs claimed by Lancer were handed over, and the body of the one who became Braga was in Hydra's warehouse. Compared to SHIELD, which is involved in too many issues and has a lagging research progress, Hydra's research is not polite at all.

In order to get more test subjects, Lancer clearly said that the person he mentioned was Braga, the Mexican drug lord who was replaced by the Skrulls. Hydra had no intention of letting him go, and they attacked repeatedly during this period. Teams of fearless soldiers kept chasing Braga, as if they had a deep hatred and would not stop until they died! It was like bringing a small account to brush the Scarlet Monastery.

So, after just a short period of time, Hydra now has 6 complete Skrull corpses in its hands.

So much so that Toronto, who was lurking in Mexico preparing to attack Braga, woke up in the morning and saw a group of people breaking into Braga's mansion with a clang, and in the evening he found fireworks being set off inside the mansion again. Then, in the blink of an eye, he saw several Toronto-recognizable, deeply modified black SUVs speeding past a luxury car under the house where he lived, and after a while there was a series of clangs and explosions.

A few days later, Toronto sighed, thinking that this guy was too miserable. Besides, most of his men were indeed dead, so he simply went back to the United States.

Under such circumstances, how much do you think Pierce still trusts Nick Fury? When the five permanent members of the world asked Pierce who was the target that needed to be dug deeper, the first name Pierce mentioned was Nick Fury.

After all, if you compare Nick Fury carefully during this period of time, you will find that he has been feeling somewhat unnaturally anxious. For veteran intelligence workers like them, this situation is very rare. Moreover, as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he has enough authority. Most importantly, Nick Fury has enough authority to modify the experimental data.

The only thing missing now is Nick Fury's motivation! At their level, money, women, certain hobbies, etc. are no longer enough to attract them to betray. If Nick Fury is really the one with the problem, then the problem is really big. The only otherworldly suppression organization that is universally accepted by humans actually has a top commander who is a Skrull or a Skrull sympathizer...

Humans are almost defenseless!

"You guys have already planned this?" Nick Fury took a deep breath and stood up. He didn't resist, but he sighed in his heart that this day had come a little too early. As for the future, he didn't think the FBI and NSA could get anything out of him. The three tricks they could use were all left over by Nick Fury. So he just felt a little sorry that he was caught off guard and was tricked by Pierce.

"Don't worry, I'm just taking over temporarily. Once you complete the testing and come back, I will hand over SHIELD to you." Pierce patted Nick Fury on the shoulder.

"Hmph..." Nick Fury snorted coldly and turned away.

"Then are we also suspended pending review?" Coulson said with a wry smile. Nick Fury was just arguing with him about whether Sitwell and that bad guy Lancer had been too close recently. If possible, Nick Fury wanted Coulson to monitor Sitwell for a while, evaluate his actions, and see if this guy had any secrets.

Colson

It is believed that Sitwell has made many contributions during this period, and is now conducting a large-scale investigation into the Skrulls and is very busy. If he is forcibly monitored, his work will inevitably be greatly affected. This is not a good thing for S.H.I.E.L.D., at least until Sitwell completes his stage-by-stage work.

Now the result is good. The five permanent members of the UN have directly decided that they all need to undergo loyalty appraisal...

"Actually, I have commissioned Mr. Stark to design and build a Skrull identification device, so..." As if wanting to protect S.H.I.E.L.D. and prove that they were not really slacking off, Sitwell talked about what Stark was developing before.

"You work very hard, and we all see it," said a woman, but her next sentence made Sitwell's heart jump, "But can you guarantee that Stark has not been replaced?"

"..."

2-21 How to seize life

"What! What! What! Stark, what are you doing!" Lanser, holding the phone, yelled in dissatisfaction. Who else would be able to be in a good temper if they were sleeping with their sweet and soft wife, snoring, and then woke up by a phone call? ! Lanser squinted his eyes, frowned, and looked like he had a headache. After all, he had just fallen asleep for less than two hours and was woken up by someone. This feeling was too bad.

"Although I can understand standard Chinese, I still hope you can speak to me in English if possible. But Sitwell, could you please not smile so happily?" Stark looked up with some confusion, looking at Sitwell who was smiling excitedly and even expressing his excitement by punching continuously like a coach of a football team when a striker passes the ball into the opponent's goal.

To be precise, it wasn't just Stark who was looking at Sitwell in strange light. Steve and John Wick beside him also looked at this usually calm man with strange expressions as he was so excited at this moment.

Of course, Deadpool was not surprised. He had already changed into a Mets jersey, holding a baseball bat in his hand and jumping around with a banner, and no one knew what he was doing.

"Okay, Sitwell, you did this on purpose, didn't you?" Lancer had a speechless expression on his face, wiping his face with a wry smile, without a single business smile. "But why did you call Stark?"

Sitwell gestured to Stark, indicating that he had something to say. Stark looked at Sitwell, then picked up a box from the table, called Jarvis, and distributed a Bluetooth headset to each person.

"Lancer, SHIELD was urgently asked by the five permanent members to hold a meeting today. At the meeting, one of the five permanent members mentioned that he had an autopsy report of the Skrull you mentioned, and there was a core data deviation between the report submitted by SHIELD! Did you know about this?" Sitwell said quickly.

"I don't know about this, but I did share the SHIELD intelligence you gave me with the Moscow Hotel. Their head office is the Lubyanka Hotel. It stands to reason that they should know the data is different in such a short time?" Lancer's voice was full of doubts, and he did not intend to hide it.

"Moscow Hotel? Lubyanka Hotel?" Stark blinked. Serious people don't play with clichés.

"KGB." John Wick next to him gave an explanation that was simple and easy to understand. Stark immediately nodded to show that he understood.

"And they actually have a hotel where I go." Lancer continued to circle Stark.

"Come on, there's no hotel called the Moscow Hotel at your ship's location." Stark rolled his eyes in annoyance. Jarvis has already given the location of the Griffin. You're in Thailand! "So you gave them a piece of S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence, and the Russians thought there was something wrong with the data on it, is that what you mean?"

"To be precise, they later asked for another copy from SHIELD." Sitwell pointed this out openly, "Now it seems that the other party has a third way to obtain intelligence." Sitwell mentioned it in passing, downplaying it, with reason and evidence, showing his full professional ability.

"Sitwell, why are you here with Stark?" Lancer suddenly asked. Stark would not like the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., and Sitwell would not have the face to sneak in. After all, Coulson, the number one socialite of S.H.I.E.L.D., was also rejected many times by Stark.

"Thanks to someone, Stark and his team found me and planned to contact S.H.I.E.L.D., but I was temporarily suspended and on leave. I will undergo a loyalty assessment starting tomorrow. If I remove the locator or leave New York, I will be shot on the spot." Sitwell spread his hands and shrugged. Several people around him smiled helplessly. They had just started to cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D., but now because the cooperation partner (Sitwell), the decision maker (Nick Fury), and the main person in charge (Coulson) are all undergoing loyalty assessment...

Just now John Wick was complaining that they were lucky not to join SHIELD directly, otherwise they would have to go through a loyalty assessment. Then Sitwell relayed the World Security Council's concerns about whether Stark had been replaced.

Although he had undergone spiritual sublimation, Stark, who was not as serious as in the movie version, immediately decided to start playing badly. He directly asked Jarvis to seal up the Skrull identification equipment that was almost completed, and the project team was disbanded (the project team consisted of the following personnel: team leader, R&D, and testing: Stark).

"What?! At this time! Is there shit in Nick Fury's brain?" Lancer was obviously a little collapsed. Although he knew that Nick Fury and the other party were in deep cooperation, after all, he watched the other party throw millions of people from the earth in, and he could still shamelessly shout all day long that it was for the majority of people on the earth.

Even at this moment, a question flashed through Lancer's mind. According to the plot, before the final battle with Thanos in Avengers 3, War Machine had been replaced by the Skrulls. Did Nick Fury know about this? It was terrifying to think about it.

"No, it has nothing to do with Nick Fury." Sitwell still spoke a fair word on behalf of his old superior, "He seemed to have been caught off guard by the Board of Directors. We were completely unprepared. They told Nick Fury that it seemed like they were going to question me, but now he is the first one to undergo a loyalty assessment. Now our entire SHIELD headquarters is close to shutting down."

"...How interesting! In order to kill the aliens, you have to kill the only department with the authority to do so, right?" Lancer was even more amused. "So you have no leader in SHIELD now? What are you going to do now? Sitwell? Or what can I do?"

"We are now acting as the former director Alexander Pierce. He has passed the loyalty assessment. I will start tomorrow for a period of three days." Sitwell let out a long sigh. These three days will not be easy. Although the great memory recovery technique will not be used, there will definitely be a series of repeated interrogations and questioning. Even if you reveal any doubts, even if you cannot be beaten, there are still many ways to make you live a life worse than death.

"Well, it's just that you SHIELD can't be relied on in the short term." Lancer smiled bitterly and stood up. The agent quickly put a coat on Lancer, then stood up silently. While being taken advantage of by Lancer, he helped Lancer to tidy up his clothes. "So what are you going to do, Stark? I'm talking about you and Steve. Sitwell can't leave New York for the time being anyway."

"There is too little intelligence at the moment. I originally wanted to see the bodies of the aliens, but now forget it. From what I know, one has entered the secret laboratory of the US military, and the other has been sent to Russia." Stark shook his head. Although he didn't care about these things, as an American leader, he would not refuse. "Now I want to know what we can do."

"Okay... now let's sort out the whole thing." Lancer took a deep breath, "The Skrulls are aliens with powerful mimicry abilities, and... well, Sitwell, using the spy methods you know, if you want to replace a person, how many people are needed to support it, and how much time do you need to prepare in advance."

"...This question is a little difficult to answer." Sitwell frowned and thought deeply. "Different people have different needs. Can you give a specific goal?"

"Those present... Sitwell, you are not a high-ranking person and are not worthy, John is a killer and is not worthy, Deadpool is a mercenary and is not worthy either, Steve is a missing person and is assumed to be dead, so he is also not worthy..." Lancer commented on them one by one, and several people were left laughing and crying at the same time.