Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Well, Stark is rich and a big shot, but you are the one. For example, how long will it take for you to replace Stark? With modern technology, it is possible to change a person's name to Stark, so the question now is how long it will take for others to think he is Stark." In the end, it will be you! Stark.

"..." Sitwell glanced at Tony Stark. Stark, who was being stared at by everyone, felt horrified. Lancer's proposition made him feel fear from the bottom of his heart. Replacing his own life?

Sitwell tapped his forehead and sorted out his thoughts. "Track and collect Stark's activity trajectory and living habits, and conduct a psychological profile to describe Stark's current mental state. We also need to investigate Stark's past experiences and retrieve his medical records for health assessment. We also need to train the replacement's gait and demeanor. The fastest speed will take more than a year, and the support of a team of at least a hundred people. If time is sufficient, the best effect will take more than three years. The more support manpower, the better."

Then Sitwell smacked his lips and continued, "If possible, kill those closest to Stark, such as Ms. Pepper and Obaday, to reduce the number of people closely associated with the target. This will reduce the risk of exposure and make it as convenient as possible for the replacement to gain control of the various rights and networks of the replaced person. It can also cover up some possible details of the replacement being exposed, and even many things can be attributed to the death of a loved one and excessive grief."

It must be said that Sitwell is an elite agent of SHIELD. Although he doesn't talk much, he has already outlined a complete and effective plan to achieve the goal of replacing Stark.

This statement stunned everyone present, and after it was finished, everyone present believed that such a "Stark" would hardly be discovered to have been replaced. After all, his closest people had died. Everyone observed some details of "Stark's" life at this time. Even after "Stark" returned home, he could be himself again. As long as he didn't do anything excessive, no one would know.

But I guess it's hard to be yourself when you play Stark. After all, every night is a swimming pool, a villa, beautiful women, a party, etc. How can you be yourself? It doesn't matter. Everything is unimportant. It's all for the sake of playing the role well.

Isn't it "Stark"?

"Don't look at me like that, this is just a rough plan. If the plan needs to be implemented in detail, more needs to be done. It's not as simple as just talk." Naturally, after Sitwell finished speaking, everyone shifted their gaze from staring at Stark to Sitwell. They were all horrified. Deadpool even hugged himself in fear (but there was no need to). After all, no one wants their life to be replaced by someone else, so there was something wrong with their eyes.

"You... have done it?" Stark said hesitantly after a moment of silence. He wondered if this plan was a little too finalized. It sounded as if it had actually been implemented.

"I haven't done it, but I've caught someone before, so I know the general process." Sitwell smacked his lips, wondering if he had gone too far?! However, this was indeed one of SHIELD's standard action plans. To be honest, all intelligence agencies have similar plans, and no one who works in intelligence is a good person. However, Sitwell felt that he had finally gotten in and become a good person, so he couldn't lose this skin, so he quickly made a patch in his words.

“So I do have some ideas here.”

"oh?!"

2-22 The Lord of the Hydra is here!

"Can you check if the key figures' close associates have disappeared recently?" Lancer looked at Sitwell. "You can do this as long as you sit in your office." Lancer shook his head. "This is the first method I can think of after listening to your situation."

"What about the second one?" Stark looked at his phone. From childhood to adulthood, he had never felt such fear. His life was replaced by someone else just because his identity was valuable... And it would be fine if he was replaced, but in order to avoid being exposed, the other party would simply kill Obaday and Pepper? What kind of devilish operation is this? Even hell would not accept such a bastard.

"That's a bit against American ZZZQ." Lanser took a deep breath. "We're seeing adults with this skill now, but..."

"Their children may not have this ability!" Sitwell narrowed his eyes and his expression instantly became ferocious. Everyone present fell into deep thought.

Indeed, according to Hydra's assessment, the number of the other side was not small. After all, Braga, who was killed by Hydra, was often surrounded by a few bodyguards, and they must have been cuckolded when they died.

So do they have children? Where are these children? Needless to say, just by catching these children, there is no need to use a large Hydra, and S.H.I.E.L.D. can do a lot of tricks! Adults are hard to find, so do you children have this ability?

"Then it is possible to find their settlement..." Steve took a deep breath. He felt very awkward doing this. It went against his morals, but he also understood that when it came to matters of right and wrong involving the future of the entire race, he really had no choice.

The issue of settlements is very easy to understand. If it is true as Lansel guessed, that the young children do not have the ability to transform, then in order to protect these children, they must establish settlements, hide and take care of these little guys, and avoid contact with the outside world. Therefore, these settlements generally have certain infrastructure construction, but there are not many uninhabited places!

For humans, this is the best time to gather them together and annihilate them, because young children have the same attributes regardless of any race, and they represent the future of the entire race, so once the young children are attacked, they must be fully supported, and that time is the best time for their power to be exposed. As long as they follow the clues, they will naturally be able to dig out the Skrulls hiding in the human world.

Although this method takes a lot of time and effort, there is no doubt that once you can find it, you can get the whole pot! The profit is definitely huge.

"...These are roughly the two points I can think of." Lancer seemed to let everyone ponder for a while. His eyes flickered, as if he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue. Unlike a certain brilliant Lord Griffin in later generations, the designated prince of Asgard, Lancer undoubtedly intended to kill the millions of Skrulls here!

And at the end, Lancer had an army of Skrulls living on the planets ruled by him and the Unified Government. These people were quite capable in fighting and really repaid the generosity of their lord with blood.

"Okay...if you remember anything, contact us immediately." Stark nodded. In his opinion, Lancer was quite reliable at the critical moment! At least the direction and answer were almost in front of them, but...

"The Skrull detector on my side is almost finished, but I'm now a 'suspected' Skrull replacement!" Stark looked around sarcastically and shrugged. Steve and the others also shook their heads with a wry smile. "The data has been sent to you. After I finish the sample, I will deliver it to your store together with the armor prepared for you. I wish you good luck." After saying that, Stark hung up the phone somewhat angrily. He had never been suspected like this in his life.

“…” Lanser put the phone on the table and scratched his head in silence.

"Master? What's wrong?" The agent behind him gently leaned on Lanser's back. Even she could see that Lanser was in a bad mood.

The good mood after teasing the little guy is now gone.

"What a rude fellow in the middle of the night." Lanser muttered, then kissed the agent, "Do me a favor, contact SOPII and see if the costume I wore last time is still there."

"What kind of clothes? If you want to wear them, I can prepare them for you. No need to ask Griffin." The agent stuck to Lancer's back, obviously not wanting to shout SOPII.

"Because it's the same outfit I wore last time," Lancer said with a smile, "when I entered the Hoover Dam."

"Understood. I'll contact SOPII now." The agent stood up. When the master was about to do something serious, the agent would never create obstacles. Of course, it would be even better if she could be ordered to beat M4. Then the agent forcibly broke into the Griffin doll's communication network and broadcast the news that Lancer was summoning SOPII.

"!" M4 sat up from the bed, covering his head. Sure enough, he should have walked in and shot the bastard Tiexue to death that day. The Sixteenth Brother lying next to him was already rolling on the bed. Next time, should he instigate Lancer to carry M4 and the agent to the bed together? !

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"Not only did you stay... you also modified and strengthened it?!" Lancer looked at the black hunting suit with a gold-rimmed hood in front of him, which looked a bit like an iron mask modified with anti-gas function, and the sword belt with a short stick of unknown function hanging on it. Well, Lancer roughly knew what it was.

Amagi! Come out and take the blame!

"Since you, Lancer, have no objection to this identity, then it is only a matter of time before you use it." 95 was laughing happily on the side. This robe was sewed by her and 97. The bulletproof lining was already ready, and they were now making a few more as backup.

"So it's not surprising to make corresponding preparations!" Binjiang, who also got up (in fact, all the large battleships were already up, Chkalov and Binjiang were still in pajamas), took out the SOPII hand-rubbed Hydra badge in the space and casually hung it on the wall. At the same time, a green screen was also hung up, so that the girls could replace the background behind Lancer with one click.

In front of the green screen, a simple desk and chair have been placed. Tiancheng is busy adding some decorations on it that can give the other party a little bit of thought. Don't underestimate this. With one more Arabian-style ornament, professional intelligence personnel will suspect whether Lancer is active in Arabia or has recently been to the Middle East.

So now on Lancer's desk, there are a few inconspicuous Soviet-era gadgets, a bottle of vodka that seems to be half drunk (snatched from Chkalov), a magazine for a Makarov pistol, a few rounds of 7.62 ammunition, and some documents (the original inventory list of the Doomsday Warehouse from Fei Ma). At this time, Tiancheng is leaning on the edge of the table, squinting to see if there are any places that need to be fine-tuned. These are all things that Tiancheng prepared immediately after the Hoover Dam incident. The battleship is so terrifying!

"It's a very fitting outfit." Lancer quickly put on his clothes with the help of several humanoids and a large battleship. This outfit looked a bit like the hooded hunting suit in Assassin's Creed. With the belt tied tightly around the waist, Lancer looked very heroic. Lancer grabbed the mask and slowly pressed it onto his face. The modified mask was a bit heavy, so there was a simple fixing device.

"Huh..." The sound of breathing was a little heavy. If I had to describe it... it would be very fitting.

"Click..." At this time, Fei Ma buckled Lancer's sword belt around his waist, and Lancer took out this thing from the belt, "This thing can't be... really useful..."

according to.

"Buzz!"

Release and press again!

"Buzz!"

"SOPII, Chkalov, how did you do it?" Lancer looked at the two wives in front of him curiously. Although he always joked that SOPII was the big machine king, it was just a joke!

"Hehe! Chkalov completed the analysis of the fusion reactor technology forwarded by Atlas, which included the application of magnetic confinement, and then! I got the drawings." SOPII said with a smile.

"It's not a difficult technique. Only SOPII has good skills to do it!" Chkalov praised SOPII with a smile.

"No, no, no, it's Chkalov who has good skills!" SOPII was rarely humble.

“Stop!” Tiancheng shouted with a smile, interrupting the two people’s nesting doll-like praise for each other, and then made a framing gesture, “That’s it! Very imposing!”

"...Okay, M4, you guys contact this number, then find her media device directly and hijack the video, can you do it?" Lanser glanced at his wives, not daring to move now, keeping his posture, while listening to the action instructions of the great director Tiancheng and reported a number.

The number of the new director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Alexander Pierce. Although Lancer does not have it in this life, in a certain timeline, Lancer did have it, and it was written by Pierce himself.

"No trouble!" M4's eyes flickered, then he frowned and glanced at the expressionless agent beside him. What are you guys, the Iron Blood Workers, trying to take over? Commander, let us go!

"Let's get started." Lancer

He took a deep breath and began to actively calm his mind. Fragments of memory began to emerge from the bottom of his heart. The heroic spirit of commanding an army and the arrogant aura of looking down on all the mountains erupted from Lancer. This wave was a joint performance of Commander Griffin and the Nephalem Mage.

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"Are you provoking me?" Alexander Pierce, who was working in his room, narrowed his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him. "You are the one who just showed up in Ukraine... No, the Hoover Dam is your masterpiece, right?"

"Hmph..." Lancer swung the lightsaber in his hand in a beautiful sword flower. Amagi on the opposite side clapped his hands excitedly and gave a pair of thumbs up. "Should I call you the useless new director of S.H.I.E.L.D., or my excellent colleague?" The disdain in Lancer's words was almost overflowing.

"..." He narrowed his eyes and glanced behind Lancer. On the dark concrete wall of the air-raid shelter, there was a Hydra emblem hanging. It was just that the emblem seemed to be wrong, but it was basically Hydra. Pierce guessed which snake head this was from. "Whose subordinate are you working for? You caused such a big incident. Don't you know that you have to report your actions in the United States? And you even got my contact information."

(Don’t laugh, that’s all the craftsmanship is)

"Report? To you, an old loser? Or to the guy you pushed to the position but didn't even realize what SHIELD is." Lancer looked up and put away his lightsaber, then put it back at his waist. "You probably don't realize what kind of invasion we are facing."

"You know?" Pierce looked at the masked man on the screen, "You are the only one who can hide like this?"

"I'll give you the information in a while. You're running around like headless flies. It really makes me laugh." Lanser said with a sneer.

"Okay, thank you." Pierce nodded. People with strength deserve respect. Although the kid in front of him was playing tricks, it was obvious that he had good skills, was quite rich, and seemed to know something. In Hydra, if you have strength, you can naturally cooperate. "What is your purpose?"

"I need you to lead away those annoying flies. I will use my own way to eliminate these alien garbage that are just parasites but want to compete with us for dominance." Lancer clenched his fists lightly, and his leather gloves tightened and made a friction sound.

"Oh?" An extreme racist, Pierce shook his head inwardly. These guys are all crazy and it seems that there is no point in cooperating with them. However... it is not impossible to use them. "S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot take action for various reasons, so you don't have to worry."

"No... those big heads are the key." Lancer said, "Based on the information I know, even if S.H.I.E.L.D. uses its power now, if it really goes to war with this bunch of garbage, S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely lose."

"...You seem to know something else." Pierce's face was gloomy. It was obvious that the person in front of him knew a lot of information!

"Find a chance to interrogate your predecessor. He knows more." Lanser had no intention of wasting time talking to this old man. Fighting with others was not his strong point. "Of course, it's okay if you don't help. Everything will be purified."

"..." Looking at the black screen, Pierce rubbed his temples, which were dancing like a disco, and said, "Hydra Lord, it's actually real!"

2-23 Stark and his team's discovery

"Your meditation today is full of all kinds of distracting thoughts. If you can't calm your heart, your meditation will become meaningless." The spirit of the Book of Vishandi said dissatisfiedly. As the subject presiding over Lanser's meditation, he could feel the chaotic thoughts in Lanser's heart and he couldn't meditate at all. More than ten minutes passed, and Lanser's meditation still remained on the surface, completely unlike the usual rapid progress.

Obviously, because Lancer had done a lot today, and the act of playing the Lord of Hydra was actually quite shocking, not to mention the forced simulation of his other two worlds to strengthen the aura of his role, Lancer's mind was now in a state of confusion.

After all, whether it was the Lord of Griffin or the Nephalem, they were much stronger than Lancer at this stage. Lancer was now just like appreciating the light of a sun from a close distance. To put it in an exaggerated way, if he hadn't absorbed "slightly" more for no apparent reason, then if it was just the memory of one or two people, then these memory fragments might be "reborn" in a very different way.

After all…we’re all Lancer, right?

The question of whether it is me or not does not exist.

And what carries personality is memory!

As a result of taking advantage of the situation, the behavior and thinking logic of these personalities immediately emerged in Lancer, just like Lancer wanted to call Stark and tell him that he had a fire source in his hand, and asked him if he wanted to study it to see if he could find anything good. Yes, Gary.

Fen’s boss is so simple and straightforward. I will be responsible for expanding the territory, and you will be responsible for thinking about research and development.

The effect of doing so is also very direct. Just by looking at it, Lancer in a cloak is at least a local lord, and he is also a strong man. Otherwise, Lancer really doesn't have the confidence to show off his skills in front of Pierce. After all, Pierce is an old man who has become a demon, and he is also a Hydra who does espionage. What kind of people has he not seen?

But now, Lord Hydra, Pierce believes it!

Now, unless there are unexpected situations, Lanser usually insists on meditating. Lanser's current abnormal situation naturally could not escape the observation of the book spirit that led the meditation.

"Yes, there are too many troubles, from trivial matters to world peace." Lancer said unhappily. This time the matter was indeed a bit big. He made the decision in a rush and called directly. If this person was in S.H.I.E.L.D. at the time, or if there was someone nearby, he would have messed up the matter.

But in the end, everything is fine. Pierce accepted Lancer's statement. Since the character of Hydra Lord has been established, there is no need to worry too much about this issue. Of course, what Lancer didn't know was that Pierce, as a new official, officially issued an order to investigate the traces of Hydra in the former Soviet republics.

"Hmph... You are so impatient, how much effect will meditation have left?" The Book of Vishandi snorted coldly, "Let's end it, it doesn't make much sense. Come back when you are calmer. Or maybe I can give you a mind concentration spell to try?"

"Come on." Lanser didn't waste any words and chose the latter. He didn't like to drag things out and postpone them. Unless there were unexpected situations, he preferred to solve things immediately.

"..." The spiritual power extracted from Lanser emitted a magical light on the book, and then at this moment, the thoughts that were originally boiling in Lanser's mind slowly began to dissipate. The tranquility of his mind made Lanser's meditation effect soar sharply. Lanser took a deep breath, continued to empty his mind, and began to calm his mind.

"..." This was not the first time that the book spirit had felt curious about Lanser. The book spirit had discovered many secrets in him, and similar situations had occurred more than once or twice, so after looking at Lanser for a few times, the book spirit quietly began to recharge itself, absorbing the spiritual power that Lanser exuded during meditation. The purity of this spiritual power was higher than that deliberately extracted from Lanser, so the book spirit did not think too much about it, and just took it as a rare tonic.

If an orthodox wizard from Old London or any other sorcerer was present, he would be surprised to find that spiritual power of this purity should not appear in ordinary people.

Because even Lanser himself did not notice that after his mind was immersed in a certain depth, his meditation would change. It was no longer the high-intensity meditation method that he thought the Nephalem had tried and tested. Instead, it was very similar to the spiritual fluctuations emanating from a certain plane called the "Temple of the Soul".

You know, that was a miracle created by the power of the Mind Gem day after day. Under the high-hanging black Griffin shield, a magical path called "Spiritual Words" that was exclusive to humans was born. And now Lancer, because his consciousness was fused in deep meditation, began to subconsciously switch to his "familiar" meditation mode.

Lancer is lucky not to know, he would be scared to death if he knew! Is it easy to receive the power from the Mind Stone? If all the people in the world who covet the Mind Stone are thrown to the earth, the earth will be crushed! And don't play around, who has this gem now, Thanos! If he kills directly out of curiosity, even if he should be safe under the protection of the battleship and the humanoid, the entire Earth Sphere will suffer heavy casualties. It is not time to face this person yet!

Now, a very interesting point is that Lanser can only have fluctuations in spiritual words when he is in a state of deep meditation, and these overflowing spiritual power fluctuations are basically chewed and swallowed by the book spirit without Lanser knowing, without any waste...

In New York, Stark, who had just passed by the Allspark, was staring at Pepper in front of him with a serious look on his face.

"What happened? Why have you been staring at me like this since this afternoon?" Pepper looked at Stark with some doubt. She had asked Stark before, but Stark simply played dumb and said he was just thinking about some big problems. Pepper's mother looked at the hesitant Stark and said, "You can think about it as you like." To be honest, Pepper didn't hate being stared at by Stark like this.

"Hi..." John Wick, Steve and Deadpool, all dressed in suits, walked out of the elevator. John Wick handed a bottle of wine to Pepper, "Low alcohol, suitable for women!"

"Thank you!" Pepper accepted John Wicker's gift with a smile.

"Hey!" Stark shouted in dissatisfaction, and then he saw Steve beside John Wick put another box in front of him. Stark looked at it with a strange face, "What is that? Don't think you can please me so easily... Bullshit!" Although he said that, Stark still opened the gift happily, and then looked at a very old handheld game console with a confused face. Yes, GameBoy AdvanceSP,

Folding GBA...

"It's not easy to find a brand new one. This is a birthday present for you, nephew." Steve's smile was a little wicked. It must be said that the suggestion given by Lancer was indeed very stress-relieving!

"You bastard! Where's the game card? You didn't just buy an empty machine! Oh, here, Castlevania... there's only one game card?" Stark glared at Steve in front of him and snorted twice in annoyance. Then he turned on the machine without any delay and checked the card slot. "It's really brand new, very rare. Pepper, put it somewhere conspicuous and hang a label underneath. It's an antique game console given by an old man."

"Hahaha..." A group of people laughed immediately. After all, for them, as long as they were happy about the gifts, it was fine. Obviously, Stark, who received some unexpected gifts, did not appear to be so depressed.

"Okay! You guys chat. What would you like to drink? I'll bring it to you." Pepper's mother snatched the GBASP from Stark's hand.

"Hey...let me play for a while." Stark yelled in dissatisfaction.

"Let's talk business. I've put the things here!" Pepper did as Stark said and placed them on the gift display counter that Stark liked, and turned off the phone.

"We can handle it ourselves." Deadpool quickly walked to Stark's bar and mixed several cocktails with fancy techniques. The first one was very flatteringly put with a lemon slice and handed to Pepper on the side.

"Oh, you're welcome." Pepper held the wine glass, gestured to Stark, and walked into the room next door.

"Found it?" Stark asked in a low voice. Because the topic was too heavy, the three of them did not go anywhere else, but to Stark's house, where it was almost certain that there was no eavesdropping device.

"Yes... found it." John Wick picked up the wine glass and shook it gently. "Lancer is right. Now is indeed the best time. Stark infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D.'s electronic system and got the addresses of some secret warehouses of S.H.I.E.L.D. or the predecessor of S.H.I.E.L.D., the Scientific Corps. Then they took action immediately.

"The result?" Stark glanced at the person in front of him. The result should not be surprising...

"The thing is there, but... it's a fake." Steve shook his head. "Howard must have deliberately kept silent at the beginning, otherwise SHIELD would not have conducted large-scale research."

"Not really...it must have been deliberately hidden." Stark made a restriction, "Jarvis, Pegasus Project."

"What's this……"

"Stark Industries is involved in a U.S. military aerospace vehicle program that uses some kind of powerful energy source."

"…At least we know the loss is probably recent."