Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Oh! Mind control tower, right?" Prigogin made a very old-fashioned joke, but everyone understood the joke, and a group of people smiled. "I like this thing."

"That would be convenient, but the first thing we might have to do is... rescue some Americans and Russians." Lancer listened to 95's report in the headset. The AR team had already gone out to meet up with John and the others. Now, 95 was in charge of the defense arrangements beside Lancer.

The good news that came to her ears now made Lancer put on a wry smile. Balalaika got the party she wanted, but it was obvious that the scale of this party exceeded her imagination.

When the relatively moderate integration faction began to hide urgently, the hardliners took over the management of the Skrulls at this moment. And unlike the factions scattered around the world, they faced the fangs of the Hydra directly! They have been holding back their anger for a long time, not to mention that everyone can see clearly now that if they don't resist, they will die! The only thing that can stop the killing is killing.

Yes! Although the major intelligence agencies in various countries have been beaten by the Skrulls so far, there are still people who are very efficient in eliminating the Skrull settlements. Hydra is the one with the most fruitful results. The number of communities crushed by them has risen to ten, and it has exceeded ten thousand. That is already a thing of the past.

And because it was the result of several snakeheads, the destroyed settlements were everywhere, so no one knew where their next strike would be, so the Skrulls entrenched in the eastern part of Ukraine had fallen into a panic. In the past, this kind of panic was only imposed on others by them! But now they themselves have a deep understanding!

This fear is rapidly becoming the source of tyranny. Since their opponents are using the ethnic conflicts in Ukraine to cover up their actions, can't the Skrulls do the opposite? So a group of Skrulls openly drove towards Balalaika's community.

Naturally, Balalaika, who received the warning from his subordinates, did not hesitate. He directly ordered the sniper to attack the driver of the car from a long distance, but the opponent immediately dispersed and sped up. The sniper's attack efficiency plummeted, and the opponent successfully rushed into the community. However, the most unlucky group rushed straight to the main road where Balalaika parked the BMP2 infantry fighting vehicle, and the prominent one was a 30mm all-you-can-eat...

The battle between the two sides was extremely brutal. Although one side was elite, it had fewer people and had to guard against the Skrulls' despicable tricks. The other side had more people, but after all, some skills still relied on so-called muscle memory. The brain knew it, but the body might not have had time to do it.

"Hopefully they can reach the retreat point."

"Please rest assured, they are not just ordinary unlucky people. It won't be so easy for them to die."

2-36 Chase and Escape

"Tsk! Big sister, those people behind us are not ordinary people!" Levi was firing wildly with an AKM assault rifle, but the vehicles behind were relentlessly chasing their convoy. Even if the first two vehicles were destroyed, the vehicles behind would immediately replace them, and a barrage of bullets shuttled back and forth between the two convoys.

"To be precise, they are not human! They are damn aliens!" Balalaika pulled out the ring of a grenade, and then

The grenade was thrown gently out of the car window, bounced twice on the road, and then exploded when the Skrull convoy rushed up. Although the explosive charge of the grenade could not make the two hit cars turn three and a half times in the air like an anti-tank mine, it still made the car overturn and hit a tree. As the fuel tank exploded, the gasoline crawled towards the flames not far away like a snake crawling on the ground.

"boom……"

"What a fucked up day!" Dutch used the M37 shotgun in his hand to fire two consecutive shots, directly blasting the entire front window of a Lada sedan that was trying to catch up into two large white screens. The other driver instantly lost all vision, but the subsequent shattering sound stopped him from thinking any further.

The 12.7mm bullets fired from the barrel of the NSV heavy machine gun blew up the car and the two cars in front and behind it. If the car next to it had not dodged quickly, this car would have been kissed by the 12.7mm bullets. The fierce firepower repelled the enemy for a while.

"Bah... Sorry, be careful, Captain!" Kotyarev stuffed a cigarette in his mouth and slumped in the corner of the cargo bed. The BMP2 led the way in front, and the heavy machine gun was used to suppress the rear. They came suddenly, and this heavy machine gun was welded to the cargo bed of a pickup truck. Although it had a protective shield, it was crazily shot by more than a dozen assault rifles. The lower half of Kotyarev's combat uniform was already maroon.

"...Well, good night, Kotyarev." Balalaika gritted her teeth and listened to her subordinates sighing, and finally fell silent. Her anger was burning. This time, she was careless. Lancer's community had sufficient supplies, but it was obviously exposed to the enemy's sight. Lancer's people placed them in the safe house and left directly. This should be the best clue in itself.

The gangster games she had played over the years had made her lose her original vigilance on the battlefield. The enemy was a race with more advanced technology than theirs. Even if they were refugees, some of the amazing things in their hands were enough to prove that they had advanced technology.

"...Call Stark." Steve took a deep breath and shook his head as he replaced the magazine on his assault rifle. He didn't like this kind of war, but he also knew that at this moment, he had no choice! If he put down his gun, it would only make the other side shoot him more happily. "He knows about their existence and is already preparing. I think we have enough evidence now."

"Contact a wealthy man in New York?" Perhaps because many of his men had died in the previous exchange of fire, or because of Kotyarev's recent death, Balalaika was in a very bad mood! "You might as well contact Lancer in Turkey! At least this guy can come and collect our bodies!"

"If you are going to make sarcastic remarks about the commander like this, then it looks like we don't need to provide you with any support." Chuntian's dissatisfied voice came coldly over the radio.

"Boss!" Deadpool said loudly.

"Hey, good boy!" Chuntian laughed immediately. Although this guy's antics were really unbearable most of the time, you had to admit that he was indeed a guy that no one could hold back. And after Deadpool's shout, the originally dull atmosphere of the entire convoy disappeared instantly.

"Lance has arrived?" Balalaika said with some doubt.

"We set out when the massive explosion happened last night." M4 simply revealed the current situation to everyone in the information cocoon deliberately created by the humanoids. "It has been confirmed that 17 communities have been attacked on a large scale, and the casualties are aliens. This information is no longer controlled by the infiltrators in the upper echelons of the Ukrainian government, and it is now gradually spreading on the Internet."

Well, the main thing is that the dolls have started to spread these consultations.

"You...why couldn't you arrive earlier." Although Balalaika understood that Lancer's people would not stand idly by at this time, and that this guy's subordinates should have gone to get reinforcements when they left that day, the deaths and injuries of her subordinates still made her have this idea.

"Because when we were testing the equipment, we found a community full of Skrulls. It took a lot of time to clean it up. Also, we didn't expect that you would actually fight an offensive and defensive battle with the other side in that community..." M4 said with a frown, obviously a little dissatisfied with such questioning.

However, she had to admit that in terms of battle record, the Soviet veterans who had experienced the Afghan War recalled the war and achieved a terrifying exchange ratio. If Balalaika had not suddenly realized that it was meaningless to hold on in this community, and that the moment their ammunition was exhausted would be their doom, and they had actively broken out and evacuated... the Skrulls might have lost one or two times as many people.

"We need ammunition, and many people need treatment. Is there a safe place?" Steve asked quickly. To him, in a sense, the current war atmosphere was what he was familiar with, and the previous peaceful times were what he was unfamiliar with, so he immediately raised the content that they urgently needed.

"There are a lot of supplies and ammunition in the community we cleared earlier, and there is a small clinic nearby." M4 said simply, "If you have no objection, you can continue to move forward, and we will

We will cut off the pursuers behind you. Now, go straight and turn left at the third intersection."

No one asked about the name of the neighborhood, because today's radio could be heard not only by M4 and his friends, but also by the Skrulls. Specific place names and landmark buildings were the last thing that should appear.

"How long will Lancer arrive?" Balalaika asked a final question. Now that the situation in Russia has not been completely sorted out, it seems that Lancer is the only one who can provide them with the most efficient support.

"The Wagner-Atlas battle group has begun to advance outward." M4 seemed to say something without thinking, but this sentence made everyone feel refreshed. It was still unclear what Wagner was, but the corners of the scarecrow's mouth on the convoy were already curled up. The CIA couldn't be unaware of Atlas! This was the bastard who ranked in the top ten on the list of people they wanted to kill the most.

A crazy military group that almost single-handedly overturned the CIA's decades-long layout in Colombia and transformed it into the back garden of the Democratic Party's interests. Unless Irons uses a nuclear bomb to bomb Washington, no one can touch him!

Then this damn bastard formed a terrifying military force that made mercenaries all over the world pale in comparison, with well-equipped former Navy SEALs, crazy Colombian local guys, and... those big guys with shiny metallic luster! Many CIA secret forces fell into their hands.

And now, they are actually friendly forces?! Scarecrow was almost ecstatic. With these people here, what's the point of using the US army! Damn it, aren't they better than the US army?! Mercenaries? Money? The CIA is not short of money!

"Go through the next intersection at full speed and don't brake when you see anything." M4 put down the telescope. Although the drone can provide an aerial bird's-eye view, M4 prefers this traditional method of intuitive intelligence gathering.

"Okay!" All drivers were told to step on the accelerator and rush through the next intersection at full speed!

"So... is this how the big guys fight?" Levi watched as drones suddenly flew out of several trucks parked on the roadside. Soon, she heard explosions behind her. Seeing that the convoy behind her was almost wiped out, Levi smacked her lips, "How exaggerated!"

"They have attracted almost half of the Skrulls in this city along the way!" SOPII stroked his smooth chin and looked at Binjiang on the side, "Let's prepare to release our large drone. This time we can finally use it for fun."

"Hey! I don't have this here!" Binjiang smiled and knocked on SOPII's head. It was obviously from the computer, how could he remember these things wrong.

"Eh? Where's the K box I gave you?" SOPII covered her head and said with dissatisfaction, it's not easy to rub it with your own hands, you don't even keep it! What do you mean, it's rare that the commander is not around, you can play with some expensive things, but you didn't bring any.

"The classification was handed over to Chkalov." Binjiang said as a matter of course.

"The commander positioned Binjiang as our support force, or the core combat force among us. What are you thinking about?" Brother Sixteen smiled and pulled the bolt of his gun. "And after this commotion, the other side will probably reveal their previous concealment, and the real battle will probably begin." Brother Sixteen's eyes flickered.

Coupled with the ethnic conflicts that were forcibly instigated in the previous stage and the large-scale attacks, chaos is spreading throughout eastern Ukraine. Most people have begun to evacuate in the east and west directions according to their ethnicity. If they don't leave quickly now, they may not be able to leave.

"And now the Skrulls who are preparing to fight back have become extremely conspicuous, making identification more difficult. Now it all depends on what Councillor Underwood does."

"Yes! This completes the initial layout of Ancestral City. The commander is really brave."

"You're not brave enough to get on board?"

"Um... Haruta, you unexpectedly told a bad joke."

"But I think it's funny...hahaha..."

"Binjiang, you seem to be a ship girl."

"Yes!"

"..."

2-37 Identification

"The four signal towers have been completed, which can basically cover the entire Crimea. Our troops have blocked all traffic routes and mobilized people to inspect them bit by bit!" Pulgokin looked at the drawings in his hand and raised his head to look at the special equipment being hoisted up by the crane. "But is this thing really useful?"

"Roadblock, can you explain it?" Lancer knocked on a Ford Mustang nearby.

The Ford Mustang instantly turned into a huge robot. "May I ask how you found me? Dear Mr. Lancer."

"You've followed me for four streets. If I still haven't been discovered, I would have died long ago." Lanser curled his lips. At the second street, 561 had already frowned and began to mobilize the drone, ready to blow up this guy with ill intentions.

"I see!" Roadblock nodded. "I'll pay attention next time. This mind disruptor was submitted by the subordinate race in the year 71342 of the Cybertron calendar, product number 14234. It was developed to counter the Skrulls' mimicry skills."

"Wait... man... what is the Cybertron calendar?" A group of people were stunned when they saw the roadblock suddenly deformed.

, even many Russians raised their guns and aimed at the metal giant that suddenly appeared in front of them as if in a stress reaction... "And, what are you?"

"They are aliens who are hunting them down, a mechanical civilization. Our country is called Cybertron, and as a token of our sincerity, we provided this technology to the first contact." Roadblock said politely. He was not unfamiliar with this, and even seemed polite when doing it, not like a Decepticon at all. It can only be said that although Roadblock's main job is intelligence, it seems reasonable for him to occasionally engage in diplomacy.

"First contact, so it's the Americans?" Prigogin frowned. "You guys at Atlas are really lucky."

"No, it was Lancer, but he didn't have a production organization, so he gave it to us. We have already handed it over to the US government. If nothing unexpected happens, it should have been distributed to your country." Hammer shook his head. "Of course, if they choose to give you a copy directly, we will not stop them in principle."

The reason for doing so is naturally to prevent any subsequent trouble. Now that District 7 has actually stopped and is about to be dismembered, as long as Megatron himself does not appear soon, District 7 cannot directly point fingers at Lancer and say anything. And in the future... the victim is gone, who cares?

As for the FBI, NSA, and IRS... oh, dear, do you expect them to spit out some of the Seventh District's residue?!

"Okay, let's start." Pulgokin looked at Lancer with a flicker in his eyes, but he didn't dwell on it in the end. Some things were indeed inconvenient to talk about face to face, but later, when a series of things were over, he would find Lancer and have a couple of drinks. He didn't need to command the battle, and Lancer didn't seem to need to either, so everyone could just get drunk!

For men, alcohol is the best way to get closer. After that, they had a good talk with Lancer! Technology! Pulgokin didn't believe that Lancer got only this kind of technology from these iron robots! After all, Pulgokin had already done an investigation on Lancer's identity!

An arms dealer! Shouldn't the most important thing he should do is, after selling a gun to one person, give all his opponents a gun? Then he should go back and find the first person to tell him the "accidental" good news urgently, and then persuade him to buy a big gun, and then repeat the process to make money in a circle? So after Prigogin was sure that Lancer had the gun, he was not in a hurry.

Prigogin is very interested in these alien technologies! Russia needs them! So they should talk slowly. His current cooperation is very pleasant. He doesn't think Lancer needs a second friend in Russia.

"Already started!" Lanser looked at the soldiers below who were lined up neatly but without weapons. Several officers suddenly turned green, and then the nearby soldiers pounced on them before they could react! Then the ones with higher status were left behind, and the rest were pinned to the ground and shot directly. This was very Russian.

"We're lucky. The senior officers haven't been replaced yet." Prigogin sighed. The entire Russian Caspian Sea naval base was in more or less chaos. Dozens of Skrulls were arrested. Some people grabbed cars and tried to escape, but before they could rush through the gates, they were sanctioned by the ship girls who surrounded the main exit of the base. In front of the dozens-ton anchors, the discus were hit hard.

"Screen all the communities! We only have 12 hours to complete this task, and then we need to control Donetsk, followed by Luhansk. If we act quickly enough, we can also control Kharkov." Utkin, codenamed Wagner, instructed several officers around him, "The new recruits sent by Russia will be assembled in Crimea, and ammunition and supplies will be delivered as soon as possible... In short, be prepared for war!"

"At least the Russian Security Agency will soon open their warehouse to you in exchange for these guys." Lancer's eyes flickered. 95 was already reporting to Lancer. Balalaika and his team had just arrived at a community that M4 and his team had cleared out before, and were receiving emergency treatment and supplies. "Is Atlas's operation to take over the traffic going smoothly?"

"It went relatively smoothly. We had direct encounters with the enemy at several locations... but the problem was not very serious. With the support of the Black Sea Naval Base, we had sufficient firepower and the enemy was repelled." Hammer shook his head. "But the operation to take over Zaporizhia failed. The local Ukrainian army occupied the place and refused to cooperate."

"I'll contact a professional. This little thing should be handled by him." Lancer smiled bitterly. In Ukraine, in addition to the famous Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant, there is also a Zaporizhia Nuclear Power Plant. In the subsequent war, this place was also a focus among focuses. A fully operational nuclear power plant, just thinking about it is enough to make people's blood vessels explode.

"The one from the CIA? That's a good idea for the current situation." Pulgokin crossed his arms. He also knew that the Security Bureau (Balaika and his team) who had gone out to collect intelligence in the chaotic area had suffered heavy losses and was retreating with the support of Lancer's men. In such a battle, it didn't seem strange. He looked at Lancer.

He took a cell phone from a girl next to him and dialed the number.

Ukraine is now filled with chaos. It was originally a conflict between two artificially defined ethnic groups, but suddenly a third party joined in. And now there is a rumor that the cause of their conflict was this third party... It was the work of aliens!

"Hey! It was you who called me first. It seems that the higher-ups at the CIA have given up on me." Scarecrow said unhappily. He was shot in the shoulder, shirtless, with half of his body bandaged. After he reported the situation, no one gave him any action instructions, not even an order to stay on standby. This made Scarecrow feel very bad.

"Because your CIA is in a disaster area right now and is busy with internal strife, guess how many orders I have received to silence you. What a pity." Lancer said with a sneer. He could now imagine the distorted look on Scarecrow's face after hearing what he said.

"Hmph... Then why are you looking for me now?" Although Scarecrow and Lancer didn't get along well, he knew that Lancer wasn't the kind of person who would call and mock him when he didn't understand the situation at a time like this, so he asked directly.

"I will provide you with a group of manpower and money, but don't expect too much. They are just a bunch of rookies. Otherwise, you can't do it with your remaining team members. Then try to control the Zaporizhia Nuclear Power Plant as much as possible, as long as it is not destroyed. You also know that desperate dogs will do many things." After saying this, Lancer was silent for a while, "And I believe you will be happy to accept it, right?"

"I don't need the money. The accounts I can control have not been frozen. What I need now is equipment! More equipment!" Scarecrow immediately became excited. No matter what, if he could control the Zaporizhia Nuclear Power Plant, it would be a great achievement for him personally. At this moment, he felt that Lancer was a good person.

"Then I wish you good luck." Lancer decisively hung up the phone. Talking to this guy made his stomach uncomfortable. At this time, the gunfire in the Black Sea base almost stopped. Looking at Utkin who was going to give a speech to the soldiers, Lancer smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"We found quite a few in the nearby communities. Basically, the families of these people have been replaced by Skrulls. Fortunately, we came early, otherwise it would only be a matter of time." Pulgokin sighed, "Do you still have any of your stuff? The Kremlin is willing to pay a high price."

"There are 22 more in the cabin. We estimate that we will need at least 20, so there are two spare ones. If you want them, you can take them first. For the others, go to that vampire Irons." Lancer lit a cigarette for Prigogin. At least at this time, everyone was in the same trench.

"Give it to me first and send it to me urgently. I hope the one in Columbia has completed the preparations for factory production. This thing is estimated to require a large number."

"Yes, 30 is our conservative estimate, but judging by the number that has been unearthed in Ukraine..."

"If there are ten thousand, kill ten thousand. If there are a hundred thousand, kill a hundred thousand, until the last one! This is Earth! It's our planet! Not theirs."

"That's right, Pulgogin, that's right..."

2-38 The Skrulls' War Determination

"Please! I'm just an ordinary person. I've lived in Donetsk for 30 years! I'm not some damn alien! Please, let me go!" At a checkpoint, a woman was begging earnestly to the masked, expressionless little green man in front of her.

But the next moment, the woman was suddenly horrified to see the soldier in front of her raise his gun. She looked around in surprise, including the middle-aged man who had vowed to help her settle in Moscow or St. Petersburg, who was retreating in fear. She looked around blankly, and suddenly something passed by the corner of her eye...

Oh, this is his hand, the green one...

"Bang!" Gunshots rang out. The soldiers who had received clear orders simply shot at several Skrulls who suddenly revealed their true appearance. But soon, the Skrulls who had realized that they were exposed began to push away the crowd around them and ran away. It was not a pity for them to die, but they needed to convey this information.

But their movements were still too slow, and the bullets soon caught up with them. They were knocked down by the bullets and could not run far.

"You can pass now." The Russian company commander in charge of guarding the bridge, no, now the squadron leader of Wagner Defense Company, looked at the scene with a grim face. They were all mentally prepared to encounter one or two, but no one expected that there would be so many!

While conducting an internal review of the Black Sea base in the morning, one of his best friends was simply screened out and replaced by a Skrull. He beat up the Skrull and tortured him about where his good friend had gone. The bastard grinned and said that his friend's sister tasted good and tender. He was so angry that he picked up a fire axe and cut the bastard into small pieces.

"What... is going on!" Imagining that he had just been flirting with an alien male... the wealthy man driving a Mercedes-Benz was somewhat overwhelmed.

"As you can see, she was replaced by an alien.

The captain explained briefly, and then his radio rang, and something was said inside, and he quickly replied, "Got it." Then he looked up at everyone in front of him, "Park your vehicles on the side of the road! Quick! The convoy is coming!"

"Convoy? What convoy? Whose?" The rich man was a little dumbfounded, but he thought that the convoy that was about to pass was that of a senior official, so he immediately wanted to get closer and see if he could follow a senior official he might know, at least to ensure his own safety.

"...No, we're going to kill those alien bastards!" The squadron leader pointed at the corpses that were pulled aside, "You should know what has happened behind you! Now, NATO and Russia have closed the airspace and borders, and none of these bastards can escape!"

As more and more information was delivered to the upper level, the nature of the matter was gradually determined. The first thing the parties had to do was to control the situation. There was no doubt that the first thing they had to do was to block Ukraine's aerial and ground passages as well as its waterways.

"...You mean, from Crimea? To fight?" The rich man was a little confused. "With whom?"

"And them, and everyone!" The angry captain pointed at the Skrull corpses in front of him, "There are hundreds of thousands of them, and I don't know how many people have been killed by them! We must kill them!"

"But, aren't there any good people among them?" a woman asked in a low voice.

"Maybe there are, but they are not them!" The squadron leader glanced at the woman in front of him with cold eyes, "Pull your car to the side of the road, unless you don't want them anymore. This is the last warning."

Perhaps it was the rumbling convoy in the distance, or perhaps it was the murderous look in the squadron leader's eyes, but in any case, everyone present quickly chose to drive their vehicles to the side. Rows of armored vehicles, tanks, and military trucks passed by them.

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"Humans are launching a comprehensive blockade against us. Now we can confirm that they have the technology that can dispel our great talents." A Skrull reported the situation to Gravik.

"Yes, I already know. The other side has blocked most of our passages... In the sky, on land, and at sea. They even set up two or three interceptions at sea..." Gravik (Shishio face), whose entire face was wrapped in bandages and blood was oozing from under the bandages, seemed to be completely unconcerned about the current bad situation. "He is a good opponent. The one who plays chess with us is not those stupid politicians, but someone else. This person is a very smart person! A very good chess player!"

"Gravik..." The people around him looked at the man in front of them who looked a little crazy. He had been in this state ever since he was brought here by the rescuers.

"Use wired communication equipment to notify those in the mixed-living area. Go and muddy the waters. Don't these people want to kill us? Then let them kill each other first!" Gravik grinned. "They may have a way to identify us, but it's obviously not convenient enough. Find a loophole and send the women and children out first. Even if they take the dirtiest routes, the people outside will find a way to pick them up! Especially the children, they must not fall into their hands."