Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

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2-27 At least it's good for us!

"According to the intelligence obtained from roadblock reconnaissance, there are currently twelve points with great possibilities. The problem now is that the other party has organized some defenses in the name of the current chaotic situation, and it is difficult to get into their core area, so now we need to put some pressure on them and let them make mistakes themselves." Lancer poked the situation on the map with the iron whip in his hand, and a group of ship girls and humanoids on the side nodded one after another. What the commander said could not be wrong.

In fact, what Lancer didn't say was that the news coming back from Hydra's Ukrainian branch was slightly different. As a local in Ukraine, several of these places have been the areas where ghost stories have spread in recent times. People who have been to these places either disappeared without a trace or remembered the events but their personalities changed drastically. In any case, it is consistent with the situations in various horror stories.

Of course, it also fits the situation of accidentally entering a Skrull settlement. Those Skrulls who have not received meticulous training cannot restrain their nature. After all, as a race traveling in the universe, they have the idea of ​​being superior and in most cases will not suppress their own character. They are complacent and often behave quite abruptly, basically as arrogant as the American Big Mouth who said in Iraq that they lost everything but gained freedom.

Therefore, they don’t care what the original identity they have occupied is like. Their behavior patterns will naturally look like they are possessed by ghosts in the eyes of the original family members of this identity.

"Why don't we just destroy these places? According to the information from the roadblock, these settlements don't look too big?" Lightning pointed at these areas, "and they won't be too far apart. As long as I act quickly, they won't be able to..."

"No, no, no..." Starscream shook his head. Lightning's idea was a bit simple. "These twelve should not be all. Obviously our allies want more. We are the stick that he used to alert the enemy. You want them to come back and gather together, right?" Starscream is also the commander of the Cybertron Air Force who has been in the war for a long time. He is quite supportive of Lancer's judgment.

"Yes. If nothing unexpected happens, I will hire some people to create some 'humanitarian disasters' in these places. The outside world will see one tragedy after another, but the big countries will pay attention to the real target." Lancer tapped the map, and Red Spider was very considerate to enlarge the map a little.

"My idea is that the sudden appearance of aliens, and the so-called refugees, is a shock to all mainstream public opinion. There will be fools who welcome them crazily, and then it will be too late (Washing Hair Old was extreme enough back then, so are the Jews in Germany extinct?), and the big powers will not want all this to be exposed! So what we need to consider is how to cover all these things up!" Lancer squinted his eyes and watched all this. Thanks to the parallel universe, he was more or less familiar with what these bastards would do.

When humans are about to start killing, the Skrulls will simply remove their protective covering, revealing the fact that they are aliens, and then play the victim by saying that they are a group of cosmic refugees who just want a place where they can survive.

Then?

Then the people with exploding hearts will frantically stop any action that the big countries intend to take, describing it as "the new era of sodium brittle action". They will form a human chain to block the march of the army, hold up all kinds of weird slogans and crazy signs to carry out a grand and almost carnival-like parade, and then scream at those who want to stop everything to get out! They want to hug those poor alien refugees.

then?

Then the Skrulls successfully spread from their settlements to the world. Wherever they went, the governments warmly welcomed them and described them as symbols of technology and friendship. What else could Lancer and his friends do at that time? They could only give a thumbs up to the fool!

Just recalling this scene, Lanser felt his temples throbbing and his blood pressure was about 200...

And the big powers have no way to stop them, because these saints who have nothing better to do represent the values ​​they have been promoting for decades. If they launch an attack by force, the only result will be the total collapse of their own values. Such a result has been demonstrated by a certain red giant in 1991. Does anyone have the courage to try it?

"That's right, either don't take action, or you must not give the opponent any time to react when you take action! A battle of annihilation!" Lancer's teaching stick gently tapped the palm of his hand. Tiancheng's ears swayed to the rhythm. Frederick the Great looked at this scene somewhat helplessly.

"Hydra has received some information, there are no surprises.

If you count, three snakeheads have entered Ukraine, Madame Hydra, Zemo, and Baron von Strucker. If you really want to count, SHIELD is also trying its best to send forces to this place. Recently, several waves of organizations closely related to SHIELD have arrived in Ukraine. "Lancer patted the map and pointed to three locations on the Ukrainian border, and Red Spider immediately marked three arrows.

In this wave of events, Lancer had to admit one thing, that is, as an organization formed by local former street thugs, the Hydra branch had a wealth of gossip. Compared with the investigations of the so-called elite agents sent by those large organizations, these locals were always able to get some specious intelligence in some roundabout ways.

At first glance, these pieces of information seem to be some worthless gossips and legends, but in Tiancheng's view, these pieces of information are actually puzzle pieces that need to be added to, supplemented, and supported by information from other sources. This is a piece of information that requires a lot of brainpower to screen.

Amagi really didn't have so many people at her disposal (actually she did, but those from Hydra's Ukrainian branch were not up to standard in terms of loyalty, not to mention their abilities), but she had a humanoid team whose screening ability far exceeded that of normal people. 191 and Brother Sixteen directly screened out the massive amount of repetitive intelligence and intelligence with too little information, and what remained in front of Amagi was basically only intelligence of relatively high value.

Then, Tiancheng, who was shaking his head at the moment, pieced together the current situation very clearly, and completed the layout with Lancer. Like the other Griffin Lord, he went down to fight to the death? Lead the charge? No, no, no, they could make the final decision, but Tiancheng did not support this attitude of sweeping everything by themselves.

What if Lancer is injured? The two stingy people, Fei Ma and Chkalov, are unwilling to let Lancer wear April Fools' Day to fight. What's the meaning? ! However, the commander's belongings belong to the port and the base. Why waste them? Let others go if they can.

"So we patrol here at low altitude, then?" Lightning looked at Lancer. After being hit by the anchor just now, Lancer did not ignore him. He used electric shock to treat him again, and restored his condition. After these two moves, Lightning is at least very honest now.

"Then I will report one of the points to Russia and the United States, and then we just need to watch their performance. By the way, mother Fei, prepare some money to buy up real estate on the Ukrainian border such as Lviv. The price should increase a lot recently... Then it can be transformed into a temporary residence for the Ukrainian branch to accommodate their families. This will increase their loyalty a little bit." Lanser shrugged and suddenly thought of something else.

"Hmm?" Starscream looked at Lancer in surprise. What was going on? This guy's thinking was jumping off the track too quickly. "You actually care about those consumables?"

"Yes, a good organization needs a sense of belonging in addition to a sense of mission." Lancer glanced at Starscream and found that he was very interested, so he didn't say much. It's not a good thing to trick Megatron. "Atlas will enter in the next stage, and there are some non-staff personnel. After landing in Odessa, they will seize a base as our access point with great fanfare." Lancer laughed. Speaking of it, the number of mercenaries he could find was not small. At least Roanapura's group was very willing to fight for money.

"Crimea..." Lightning's eyes flashed, and a series of markings appeared on the map, but the most important one was the Russian Black Sea naval base, Sevastopol in Crimea. Yes, it was the fortress that was destroyed by the Dora railway gun, the largest caliber super heavy artillery in human history during World War II.

"Yes, then we can rely on the direct support of the Black Sea Fleet. At least we won't be crushed when a large-scale battle begins. Russia must be very interested in taking back Sevastopol." Lancer raised his lips. "As for the United States... Ukraine is still a very fertile cake. After Russia's departure, the Americans will also reach out their knife."

"Then when will we join the war?" Starscream looked at Lancer with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"According to my estimation, there are only two possible outcomes. One is that the other party takes out the spaceship they drove here that year and runs away, and the other is that they fight back with all their might." Lancer raised his head and stared at Red Spider and Lightning, with a smile on his face. For some reason, a feeling of excitement rose in his heart.

"Although the exact number of Skrulls is unclear, but if you see one of these cockroach-like guys, there are basically a bunch of them at home. Our current estimate is several thousand...it is very likely to expand by dozens or even hundreds of times by then!" Lancer drew a big circle on the ground with the teaching stick, which included several Ukrainian states bordering Russia, including Sumy, Kharkov, Zaporizhia, Luhansk and Donetsk.

"What's worse is that the Skrulls, who are all soldiers, will cause Russia, who never expected to encounter fierce resistance, to run into a dead end. As the vanguard, we will also encounter resolute resistance..." Lanser's mouth curled up, "When these Skrulls take out super-standard weapons, we will undoubtedly suffer tragic losses. At that time, the whole world will feel that it needs a savior."

"

Savior?" Lightning's middle school spirit was somewhat ignited, "I like this title."

"Shut up! But these places don't seem to intersect with the peninsula you're interested in." Red Spider marked the state that Lancer liked in red, and whispered a fact. He pointed to the last place.

"Of course we won't miss this place. There is a nuclear power plant over there. As for whether there are any Skrull settlements over there, I don't know yet. At least there are none that have been discovered. If we really don't find any after the fight, then the people of this land are a bit unlucky." Lancer looked up at Starscream. Russia will be satisfied with this long-awaited territorial expansion. "The United States, playing the good guy, will get the remaining Ukrainian land, factories, and population. This is the Munich Agreement that took place in 2008 and no one signed it."

"As saviors, we will get permission from both sides to establish a forward base in this unfortunate place called Ukraine to be responsible for 'clearing out' these Skrulls." Lightning and Starscream looked at each other. The entire plan was outlined very completely. The information was sent back to Megatron who was far away in Columbia. Megatron sent a message welcoming Lightning's return and told them that a large force was on the way to Turkey and asked them not to feel pressured.

"That's right! Everyone got what they wanted, even the Ukrainians, and joined the big family they dreamed of. Isn't that good?"

"That's good! At least for us, it's good!"

2-28 Joint Layout

"Shut up! Is this the machine you said can be used against the Skrulls discovered by Lancer? Wow... this is... Megatron?" Two middle-aged men who looked exactly the same stood together. One of them, Frank Underwood, who was wearing a casual suit, stared at a machine whose parameters were being modified by Ivan and Soundwave.

"No, I'm Soundwave. Hello, welcome to our temporary station, Mr. Frank Underwood." Soundwave was standing over there, preparing to shoot Ivan, the bastard, to death with his rifle... But Irons was present, so it seemed that this couldn't be done in front of the boss! But Soundwave still had to say: This guy is a bastard! He just messed around! And he actually succeeded! The overload of emotions almost made Soundwave's brain burn out!

Anyway, Soundwave has already made up his mind. Once Shockwave arrives, he will immediately give up all the matters that are originally related to him and let Shockwave get along with this damn bastard. If he stays with him any longer, he will sooner or later be unable to resist pulling out his gun and killing him.

"Oh... well, your singing voice is very beautiful." Frank was a little surprised, but the strange scene in front of him made him accept it. He turned to look at his brother and said, "Let's go. Lancer said that you are living with them now. You are really brave. Where is Will?"

"He lives in the military camp and is now Gideon's deputy." He stayed here to build good relationships with them and reduce the possibility of misjudgment. Obviously, he would not make the same mistake as Frank just did. He could accurately call out the name of each Decepticon and had a good relationship with most of them.

"Now, let me introduce to you, the Archon of the Cybertron Empire, the Commander-in-Chief of the Decepticons, His Excellency Megatron." Before pushing open a door, Irons winked at his brother, then pushed open the heavy door.

Megatron, standing in a star map, tilted his head slightly, "Now only the title of Decepticon remains." Megatron turned his head and looked at the two people behind him, "Your similarity is over 95%. If it weren't for the different clothing styles, I wouldn't even be able to tell you apart. Irons, it looks like your safe can't use facial recognition technology."

"...This is really bad news. I've made a note that my safe will not end with facial recognition." Irons nodded and smiled knowingly at Megatron's very subtle teasing.

"Who is interested in your safe? I should be the one who is careful!" Frank glared at his brother unhappily, then looked back and saw the door slowly closing. "The inquiries from Turkey have come, and there are too many people coming over here."

"Then you have to ask that guy Lancer. According to his analysis, Roadblock has found twelve real settlements. Based on the food consumed and garbage generated every day, Roadblock estimates that each settlement has no less than a thousand people, and the largest one may have a size of over ten thousand." Irons took out a mobile phone from his pocket and wanted to show it to his brother.

But with Megatron's thought, a map similar to Starscream's was projected out, but the map in front of him was far more detailed. The hills, rivers, fields, roads, railways, and even cities of the whole Ukraine were marked in detail on this 3D virtual map, and it seemed that the buildings and roads within these cities were also marked.

"Oh my God... the Department of Defense is willing to spend 1 billion just for this map." Standing on the high platform and looking down, Frank Underwood was shocked. With this map and detailed battlefield intelligence, even he could become a military commander. Then the next moment...

Three red shoulders were marked. Frank looked up at Megatron and asked, "What does this mean?"

"As far as we know, this is the direction our Atlas will land in." As Megatron spoke, the finger pointing to Odessa's shoulder flashed, "Lancer will work with a bureaucrat from the Russian Security Department to enter in that direction." Crimea flashed.

"Then the last one is Russian?" Looking at the arrow of the other party fiercely slashing from Belgorod Oblast of Russia to the direction of Kharkov Oblast, Frank subconsciously felt that this should be the regular army of Russia.

"To be precise, it's a newly established Russian mercenary organization. Its core members are Dmitry Utkin and a guy named Prigogin, who run a restaurant in Moscow. It was established not long ago, and it is said that this little guy Lancer specifically went there." Irons naturally cares more about his colleagues, but

"A private security company whose boss is a restaurant?! You must be kidding me!" This point was too abrupt, and it was difficult for Frank Underwood not to notice it.

"He cooks for Putin," Irons described succinctly.

"..." Frank looked at Irons in front of him in shock, "Please tell me that you are involved in this matter. This is a good line! This little bastard finally did something good."

"I have packed up all the former Soviet members in the team and sent them back. I will pay an extra three months' salary. In return, Lancer will get a 30% stake in an energy company, which will be transferred to Will in half a year." Irons said simply.

"No, no, no... Half a year is too short, no! We can't give it to Will, damn it! Don't be so short-sighted, you idiot! If we want Will to support the Underwood family, we can't! We can't leave any stains on his resume! Russia will always be our enemy when needed."

"Well...if you really don't mind, you can give it to me." Megatron next to him suddenly said, "According to the agreement, my subordinates also need more supplies."

"Good idea!" Frank agreed without hesitation. The name of this energy company was too hot to handle, but for the robots who would be stationed in Ukraine, this was a very reasonable reason! And this method could be considered a kind of binding. "Don't you also have an energy company? Give our allies some shares."

"Yes! Do I need you to remind me?" Irons said unhappily, "Basically, this is the situation. Then it should be the regular army of Ukraine and the Russian army that will enter. If the Russians do not plan to enter immediately, then they must strengthen this mercenary army, at least to enable them to withstand such an intense battle."

"That little bastard doesn't have any suggestions?!" Frank didn't believe that Lancer had no arrangements in this regard. After all, he was behind all the events, big and small. On the surface, he came to Colombia for vacation, but privately, the plane he was on would carry the Skrull identification equipment that had just been completed back to Washington, and then he would convene a Democratic Party meeting, and then Congress, and finally go through layer by layer of screening.

"There is... very traditional advice." Irons rolled his eyes when he thought of Lancer's suggestion. This was a real Soviet horror joke.

"Tell me about it." Seeing his brother's desperate attitude, Frank Underwood really became interested.

"Huh... This bastard suggested that the other party should directly recruit soldiers from the prison, set up a disciplinary camp, and use military service instead of serving sentence. This is the most efficient way. For Stalin, for the Soviet Union." Irons said angrily.

"Indeed... it's very feasible. Maybe the other side has already started emergency recruitment." Frank was stunned by Irons' words. He didn't expect that this little bastard would make such a suggestion. "This should be able to control the situation, right?"

"Megatron, do you think this is okay?" Irons simply asked Megatron on the opposite side.

"The Skrull Empire is one of the most powerful forces in the universe. Even when our Cybertron Empire was victorious, we could not easily win the battle against their fleet. Although his plan was cautious, the absolute gap in power would still lead to failure." Megatron knocked on the guardrail. "If we go by his estimate, there are at least 300,000 Skrulls. The Skrull army you need to face is at least 200,000, and it is possible that they have weapons and equipment that exceed your equipment level."

"How does he want to win?" Frank frowned. So this is a gamble with no chance of winning? No, if there is no chance of winning, it is not gambling, it is simply giving away lives. Frank Underwood does not believe Lancer will do this.

"We are the vanguard. The chaos we cause will provide you with enough reasons." Irons said, "Then Megatron and his men will invade the global network, disclose the intelligence of the Skrulls, and create maximum panic before the Skrulls react..."

"Then, before public opinion reacts, we will deploy all the Decepticons and all the manpower to make the final decision." Frank nodded. This plan was simple and effective.

"Oh, by the way, did you get the things that Lancer asked you to get?" Irons looked at his brother beside him.

"I brought it. It's a very heavy iron box. What's the matter?" Frank tilted his head and looked at Irons in front of him. He was a little confused. It was just a box.

"Don't tell me you didn't see the logo on it!" Irons rolled his eyes, "You're not curious about the Stark Industries box." After complaining about his brother, Irons looked at Megatron, "Dude, I'm going to need your people to help me with a little favor later."

"Are we going to finish that portable armor as soon as possible? Your little inventions are quite interesting." Megatron has already read the information of that thing. To them, human's electronic encryption is still too primitive.

"No, no, no... I'm going to hold him back when my son gets here, so he can't go to Ukraine so soon."

"A true commander will not and cannot refuse war."

2-29 The actors arrived

"Huh... I have to say this, here..." Steve frowned as he just walked out of Donetsk International Airport. Although it seemed like a peaceful daily routine and everything seemed to be running very calmly, but... the moment Steve came out of the passage, as a battle-hardened soldier, he suddenly tensed his muscles, and then subconsciously forced himself to relax.

"This is really a good place..." John Wick, who was beside Steve, raised his lips. This situation where there was a vague murderous intent everywhere made John Wick really want to laugh. After all, this kind of environment was very familiar to him, with wolves all around.

"Hello... Are you Professor Johnson, Professor Slade, and Senior Researcher Wedson?" A young man in sportswear walked up to the two of them and said, "I'm Professor Valentine's subordinate, my name is Lodkov, and we have arranged accommodation for you." His attitude was quite good, and the smile on his face was also very gentle, which made people feel quite good about him.

"Yeah!" John Wick nodded, then handed his gift to the other party, "Thank you very much for your welcome." Steve also smiled slightly and nodded to the young man in front of him. Wade next to him squinted his eyes and wanted to say something naughty, but there were too many people at the scene, and something bad would happen if he said it.

"Please follow me. My car is in the parking lot." Lodkov respectfully pushed the luggage and led the two to the parking lot. Finally, he led them to a brand new...minivan. "Sorry, new cars are very expensive and hard to find now. This car will be given to you later."

"...Thank you very much." Steve nodded. His mind was full of question marks. Stark had promised him that he would solve all the problems, but now this solution seemed a little too ostentatious.

Stark's solution... He called Lancer directly. He guessed that Lancer had a good network of relationships in Ukraine, so he contacted Lancer and hoped that Lancer could help. Lancer wanted to refuse indifferently, and then Stark immediately remembered the correct way to deal with Lancer... 5M Daole, Lancer sighed and asked how many people would come.

"Here are the house keys. There are three days of food in the refrigerator and about three months of stored food in the pantry. All the equipment you might need is in the basement. If you have any additional needs, call this number." After arriving, the young man handed a bunch of house keys to Steve, gave him a brief explanation, turned off the engine and prepared to leave.

"How are you leaving? Do you need me to walk you a distance?" Steve looked at Lodkov and said softly. This is a quiet community on the edge of Donetsk city. There are many independent small courtyards in this community. Although Steve and his friends have not entered yet, judging from the trimming of the lawn in front of the door, the place has just been cleaned up.

"No need, my colleague was just... waiting for me at the intersection." Lodkov subconsciously wanted to blurt out that his colleague had sent someone nearby and he could take a ride back, but he remembered that the training he had received in the past few days clearly warned them that no matter whether you know what your companion is doing or not, from the moment you joined the company, you don’t know him, you don’t know what he is doing, and you don’t understand the purpose of his doing this. It is for his own good and for your own good.

"Okay!" Steve said without further ado, "Good luck to you."

"Thank you." Lodkov thanked Steve and left.

"..." Steve frowned as he watched Lodkov's figure disappear in the transfer. He was too immature, and all the doubts were written on his face. However, because there were too many doubts, Steve began to doubt whether this young man was on the intelligence front.

"How is it?" John Wick, who was loading a CZ75, looked up at Steve who came in. Because the other party said so, John Wick went to take a look in the basement. Sure enough, it was not much as he imagined. The "instruments and equipment" placed in the basement were indeed the "variety" they urgently needed.

“There are problems, but there are too many problems. It doesn’t seem professional, but we are doing professional things.”

"To put it simply, a loser among losers..." Deadpool, who was standing by the window, spoke in a rare serious tone, "However, compared to the guys across the street, he is much more sincere! Oh, man! They are looking at me!" Deadpool opened the blinds and then performed a pole dance without a pole!

"..." John Wick looked at Deadpool having fun and shook his head. "Deadpool has just checked the room.

"Yes, the other party is very polite in this regard, and there is no monitoring. Now I know the reason." He quickly inserted the second CZ75 into the holster on his waist. He was sure that this was the safe house that Lancer prepared for them, because there was an integrated holster that Lancer customized for him. Through the armpits, waists and back waist positions on both sides, a total of six pistols and eight magazines can be hidden. After testing, John Wick was sure that he was very friendly.

"Ding Dong..." The doorbell rang, followed by a rhythmic knocking sound.

"Patrons of the Vatican!" Deadpool ran over and opened the door. Three priests in black stood in front of the door, each holding two large boxes in their hands.

"Hello, 'Warriors of the Lord' from New York, we are commissioned by Grand Knight Valentine to bring you the 'divine grace' to drive out and destroy darkness." The priests bowed slightly, and Deadpool immediately made way.

"Do you have any information?" John Wick looked at the two priests and asked, "When I arrived, I thought there must be a lot of people who like this place, but they may not be humans. And if we mobilize so many people at once, it won't affect your local demon exorcism, right?"

"No impact..." The priest was silent for a moment. "To be honest, we are very surprised that you came here. We can't help you in any way except providing you with these weapons. We are now evacuating to Russia and other nearby countries in an orderly manner. Only the minimum maintenance personnel are left in the church."

"Then... this should be the only and last batch of supplies?" John Wick nodded. This situation was not surprising. After all, there was a high possibility of a fierce war between humans. When the church was built in the past, it had some functions as the last shelter for humans. It was naturally sturdy, so it was easily used as a garrison point and a location for troop stationing.

Since you are used as a garrison, what else can you easily attract? Cannonballs and bombs! As for the priests living in the church, if they don't want to die inexplicably from a 152mm diameter hot kiss one day, now is a good time to retreat.

"Yes, I'm very sorry. If you can reach the border next time, we will find a way to send you supplies." The priest smiled bitterly, "Good luck to you, warriors of the Lord." Then the three of them said goodbye to Steve and the others and left.

"A pair of daggers, a pair of one-handed swords, two CZ75,1000s, 80 rounds of pistol bullets, and then a double-barreled shotgun with rounds of shotgun shells. According to the markings on them, these are good things that have been prayed for for more than half a year." After finishing pole dancing, Deadpool quickly checked the equipment.

"That's enough." John Wick sighed, "It seems that the situation we are facing is worse than we thought."

"What's worse is that SHIELD is almost shut down at this moment. Now we can only rely on ourselves!" Steve took a deep breath, "So where do we start now?"

"Start with the map they left behind." Deadpool placed a map on the table. It was left by the priest before he left. There were many circles drawn on it with oil pens of different colors. The black circles were not exactly the same as the Skrull settlements that Lancer had already found out, but at least they were included.

After all, traditionally speaking, after seeking help from the police and other state agencies to no avail, believers will generally turn to the church for help, and most of the time, the church will provide as much help as possible to its believers, so there is a high probability that those suspected of being "possessed by the devil" will be brought to the church, and with just a little statistics, the church will naturally compile a suspicious map.

"Very good, we probably have a target. I'll take the first shift and rest for half a day. I'll call you in two hours." Steve took out a dagger from the box and started playing with it.

"Okay! Then I'll be the second one." John Wick nodded without being polite.

"How about something to eat? The food on the plane is really not that good. Let Chef Deadpool show you his cooking skills!" Fact, who was already wearing an apron on the boat, was playing with seven or eight cans.

"No, I'll help too, Steve. Pay attention to the other side. I feel like Lancer might have dropped us into some strange neighborhood."

"Really? I think so too, but maybe it's safer in a community like this?" Steve inserted the prepared CZ75 on his lower back.