Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Yes!" After hearing Gravik's order, several Skrull hardliners around him finally seemed to come to their senses, and one of them ran outside.

"What should we do next? We can't just wait for them to kill us!" The other people looked at each other, and the last person from the integration faction was sent out to take charge of these chores, leaving only their hard-line faction.

"Of course not! Their image can be found, right? Very good, just like I said just now, muddy the water, get a few cars like theirs, and attack the Russian outposts! If we can open a gap, point to the civilians and rush in this direction. How much our people can get in depends on their luck." Gravik gestured roughly. Although the plain is easy to be chased, it is also conducive to their spread and escape. Now it depends on who moves faster! When the other party is not fully prepared, they still have some opportunities.

"Gather all those who have received military training in recent years and deploy them in these key locations. Don't they want to kill us? Let them come and capture more local civilians! If they take action, upload these videos on the Internet! To hit their morale." Gravik counted on the map, "Let them understand that since they chose to start a war, it is no longer up to them to decide when it ends." Gravik's mouth twitched violently a few times, as if his smile had pulled the wound, but he soon stopped worrying about it.

"Use their equipment?" A Skrull next to him asked hesitantly.

"No, it's time. We should use our own equipment to teach these damn natives a lesson. We should unseal our weapons and equipment, and let these weapons that once lashed the entire universe once again make a planet surrender! This time! This planet will belong to us!" Gravik stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, confident! After all, since he

Our teachers have been living peacefully here, but have been wiped out by your entire community and village. Now, they don’t need to endure anything anymore!

"We can't bear it any longer! It's time to let these guys suffer a little!" Another man waved his fist with the same ferocious look on his face.

"So what are we waiting for? Guys, get the Skrull army going and make them understand that primitive people should kneel before advanced civilizations. This is the truth!" Gravik snorted coldly, "Use the Skrull Empire military communication module for all communications. Let these natives understand their backwardness!"

"Yes!" All the Skrulls in the room stood at attention with their legs together. At this moment, they were no longer refugees of the Skrulls. The warlike gene of the Skrulls hidden in their genes spontaneously made them assemble into an army.

After gathering together, a large group of young Skrulls went to mines or cellars that should have been abandoned. The sealed weapon cabinets were slowly opened as commands were input, and guns of various lengths were taken out. After pulling out the guns in their hands, these young men immediately began to put on the Skrull military equipment. Even if they were obsolete items, they were one level higher than the military equipment on Earth.

And this is not the most exaggerated thing. In those special locations, with the sound of the gate opening, huge volumes of cold metal were revealed in the warehouse that had been sealed for who knows how long.

Yes, in addition to ordinary light weapons, the Skrulls who fled here either made them secretly, or some of them brought with them technical equipment belonging to the Skrull Empire!

When Lancer and Hammer were communicating, Hammer thought that since they were refugees, they would not have much technical equipment, but Lancer had a different view. After all, they came by boat, and you don't know what's in the cabin. Now it seems that since they are accompanied by a ship girl, Lancer's guess about what they can have by boat is more accurate!

"You want to set everything on fire, right?" Gravik gently typed a string of numbers on a panel in this office that did not belong to him. A complete set of equipment including a set of power armor slowly rose up. "Look, Talos, you are well prepared, aren't you?"

2-39 All in action

"Get out now! Don't dawdle!" After removing their disguises, this group of Skrulls seemed to have their violent nature return. They bared their fangs fiercely at many neighbors who had even greeted them kindly yesterday. They broke down their neighbors' doors and drove them out of their homes with guns in their hands. Then some people were responsible for starting the looting, plundering any valuables in the room.

At this time, the locals were looking at these obviously non-humans in front of them with fear. Although the previous commotion by the Russians and Ukrainians was very scary, generally speaking, it was still limited to the so-called looting and smashing, and even the deaths were only in relatively extreme cases.

What's more, this community is located in a so-called Russian community near the Russian-Ukrainian border. They are not afraid of this at all. They have even discussed and decided to organize a patrol team today to prevent the stupid Ukrainian boys from coming here to make trouble. So when they suddenly faced these green-skinned aliens this morning, the first thing some people said was: "Halloween hasn't arrived yet!"

"You bastards, get out of my house..." Apparently, someone tried to resist with a gun. Then, all the people who had been driven to the street saw a shocking scene. A Skrull stepped forward and pulled the trigger directly at the man in front of him. A beam of energy shot out from the barrel of his gun. The flash of light directly melted half of the man's body. The man fell to the ground with a look of disbelief on his face!

"Ah!" Then a dozen Skrulls rushed in. Women's screams and children's cries quickly rang out in the house, but the latter soon stopped...

"This is the end of resistance!" A Skrull carrying a gun and wearing strange armor said with a grin, "So be smart, you can live a little longer, after all, we also need some smart servants and slaves to do hard labor! Of course, if there are really smart people now, they should kneel down and fill my boots, and then I will give this guy a chance to become a glorious Skrull servant army! This can also be regarded as the opportunity to enter the high-level civilization that you have always dreamed of!"

"Don't waste your energy. Let them quickly dig a defensive offensive at the edge. We need to build up defenses. We are just barely on the second line. The Russians on the opposite side may attack us at any time!" A Skrull who seemed a little fed up with it said on the side.

"Why are you feeling sad?" The leader of the Skrulls immediately started to laugh, "You haven't really forgotten your true identity, have you?"

"..." Silence fell awkwardly. Yes, who are they! This question is very important. They can have their own boyfriends and girlfriends, but if they don't want to be exposed, they will still end this anxious relationship and return to their own race in the end. After all, integration is not fusion.

This is the mental journey that almost all Skrulls must go through when they come from their youth.

After being stabbed, they finally had no choice but to return to their own tribe, because they were refugees living in a foreign land, and once they were discovered, they would be expelled or even killed.

This is also one of the reasons why some hard-line members have lost what we want because of such a boring reason, so we will plunder everything! When we become the masters of this world, everyone will welcome our mercy with ecstasy!

Naturally, we won’t have such entanglements anymore.

"Bang!" Gunshots suddenly came from the west side of the town, and many Skrulls looked towards the west.

"Bah! Is there anyone resisting again?" The Skrull leader spat and motioned to a dozen people around him, "You go and take a look. Don't let them play too much. We need people to do the work." A dozen Skrulls nodded and went.

The leader did not care too much about this situation. Although it was not as bad as the 300 million Americans who owned 330 million registered guns, and the number of illegal guns was simply uncountable, in Russia, owning a weapon was not an exaggeration. As long as you went through a relatively simple process, you could get a gun license and then buy a gun.

As for hunting with Mosin-Nagant, it is a thing of the past in the Tsarist era. Sometimes, you may see a familiar big plate chicken in some old gentleman's house! 47 rounds of 7.62mm fully loaded rifle bullets can make even a Siberian brown bear into a sieve.

"Hey! Something seems to be wrong!" The town was not big. The dozen or so Skrulls who had just run a distance away suddenly found that there was silence around them. There were only corpses lying on the ground and the occasional chirping of insects and birds, which made them feel annoyed! After the captain sent one person to report the news, he signaled everyone to disperse and search in several small teams. He took the other two and walked towards the largest building on the west side of the town.

And in the shadows around the corner of the building, something flashed by.

"Ouch!" The last person walking at the end suddenly wanted to scream because of the sudden sharp pain under his ribs, but his covered mouth and nose made him realize that he could not make any sound at the last moment. Then he was gently put down to the ground, until his other two companions realized that something was wrong and turned around to look for him when one of them was missing.

"Damn! Someone... Sammy, you?" The man walking in front was about to say something, but suddenly found that the condition of the guy next to him was very strange. Looking up, he saw that his guy was covering his throat, struggling hard, and pointing behind him.

"Ouch!" But it was too late, the sharp tip of the sword pierced his chest, and then the long sword was pulled out, the smelly blood began to spray, and his buddy also reached the end of his life and fell to the ground.

"We have completed the cleanup of the periphery. Let Balalaika and the others go! Since they don't want to go to Crimea, this is the limit of what we can send." M4 said softly.

"Thank you for your escort!" Balalaika did not refuse at all. Instead, he waved his hand, and the veterans who had sneaked into the town from several directions immediately began to attack. Then, a burst of gunfire broke out in the town. The Skrulls were not the kind of people who would just take a beating without fighting back. The two sides had officially started fighting.

Under the sudden attack of a group of veterans, the Skrulls here, without any special equipment, naturally paid a heavy price at the first moment. The veterans of the former Soviet Union, who used a very loose formation, were very effective in preventing explosions, but it also made it easy for each other to block the shooting axis.

The veterans under Balalaika did not have such considerations. The Skrulls' eye-catching green skin color not only facilitated their own identification of friend or foe at this moment, but it was also the same for the Soviet veterans! ?

The fierce battle between the two sides only lasted for a short time. With the support of the humanoids, the veterans of the raid took control of the situation without any long-range fire support from either side. They led most of the captured people in the town to the wheat fields on the east side. As long as they ran into the wheat fields, they would have hope of escaping from here.

"These veterans are so strong! The other side obviously has much more people than them!" SOPII squinted and said in a low voice.

"If we hadn't covered their asses, they wouldn't have been able to defeat these waves of people coming around the side so easily." Brother Sixteen shook his head and looked at M4.

"John, you can lead your men to retreat and meet up with the commander in Crimea." M4 gave a simple order. In the next operation, if they were still around, they would become a burden in some sense. After all, they could not sleep and Binjiang could also reduce his rest, but these middle-aged veterans did not have such good physical fitness.

"Yes!" John did not hesitate. After fighting for several consecutive days, their physical fatigue had accumulated to a considerable level. It was only a matter of time before their combat effectiveness declined. Being tough on the battlefield was not a good habit.

"Wait a moment, my men seem to have found some very special equipment in a house, take them back and have a look." When Balalaika was directing his men to outflank the enemy, someone suddenly reported to him some very strange-looking machines.

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"Oh?" M4 frowned. He could only hope that this thing wasn't too big. Otherwise, John and his men might be in big trouble. M4 looked at the battlefield and said, "Then they should be responsible for covering the escape of the residents here. Although we all know that doing so is somewhat futile."

Yes, now there are Skrulls everywhere. How can ordinary people without unified command and transportation escape from these aliens on the Great Plains? It is almost an impossible task.

"In vain... But this is the last chance for most of them. You might as well point them in the direction of Crimea. It's not far from the Russian border and the Crimean border, and Crimea should have taken action, right!" Balalaika made a judgment. They were going to Russia to get replenishment and supplies from Russia, and then they could fight back! But for these civilians... Going to Crimea might be the wisest choice.

"clear."

2-40 Meeting

"Do we need to rescue them again?" Chuntian silently pushed a row of bullets into the magazine and asked in a speechless tone, "These aliens have begun to tear off their disguises. They look so BIUBIU that they don't look like the equipment that the earthlings have at present. These newcomers can't be their opponents at all..." Chuntian slightly adjusted his sniper scope and adjusted the aiming baseline to a distance of 850 meters.

Chuntian would complain for no other reason. This was the second time they had participated in a similar operation. After sending Balalaika and the others to Russia, they actually got involved in rescuing the local people in Ukraine. It was good that these little guys from the Ukrainian branch had autonomy and initiative, but.

"They are Lancer's pawns, and only he can decide to abandon them." AR15 took a look at the very rough subordinate soldiers of Hydra's Ukrainian branch who were hiding. These guys followed the orders given by Amagi. Now they all changed into black special combat uniforms and concealed their gender characteristics. That's right, now they are all special combat teams of Hydra's Ukrainian branch code-named "Venom Fang".

Binjiang, who was the core combat force, was also dressed in black, but now he was not holding his Thousand Machine Umbrella. Instead, he changed into an inner lining to cover up his figure, and then put on a robe that was very similar to the one used by the Hydra Lord. Then he used a spear that SOPII had just rubbed out by hand, and the tip of the spear was a 40-centimeter-long lightsaber.

"Because it can help the commander establish a completely different personality... Damn, these kids are really going to do it!" Brother Sixteen leaned on his gun, looking at the street below, with a conflicted expression on his face!

"Because these guys are locals..." RO635 nodded in approval, "They want to save their own relatives and friends! Naturally, they have no regrets or regrets. They have thanked Lancer for giving the order to rescue these people."

"Thank you? Thanks can't cover up the fact that these guys' actions are really stupid." Although Chuntian said this, he had already marked a series of targets and even arranged an order for his harvesting.

"Bastard!" a young man muttered in a low voice, and a group of people stood up and fired fiercely at the Skrulls below as if they had received a signal. The Skrulls were caught off guard and were not much better off in the face of the sudden attack. After all, most of them were civilians not long ago.

The leading young man was shouting "Run!" without realizing how much risk he would take if he exposed himself. However, he had to admit that his words had a very good effect. The civilians who were originally surrounded by the Skrulls immediately began to flee in all directions.

“But we need a show, a show for the Russians and Americans! Don’t we?” Amagi’s voice appeared in the headset, “There’s still more than one kilometer to go! Come on.”

"Look! Some of you are better at ordering people around than Lancer!" Chuntian said hatefully, and then immediately pulled the trigger. The target she was aiming at fell to the ground with a swaying body, followed by several unlucky guys on the side.

Unlike the last time when they were just playing around with the supporting role, this time they are going to attack the target of hundreds of people head-on. This is to show everyone the existence of Hydra's Ukrainian branch and its true combat effectiveness. Oh, of course, they may also have to fight head-on with Captain America who has joined the vanguard troops.

"Then let's get started!" Binjiang smiled, stretched his arms and legs, sprinted a few steps in the room (several holes were blown in the floor...), jumped hard, and jumped to the other side. He kicked a Skrull gunman who had shot and injured several little guys on the roof into the house, knocking away a bunch of messy things, and finally fell to the ground through the broken window.

"This is... our team! Hahaha! The adults are watching us!" The little guy who shouted before shouted in surprise! After that shout, he was naturally punished by concentrated fire, but his training by the instructors was not in vain. He saved his life now, but only a layer of skin was left on one arm.

"Damn it! Is this the fighting power of that master's true followers?" The man next to him, dressed in black, reached out and used his mechanical arm to grab the other person's head,

The bag smashed into the inner window, then snapped downward, and the broken wooden window pierced the back of his head. Then, wearing power armor, she operated the assault rifle with one hand, fired a string of bullets at the two Skrulls who appeared on the side, shooting them dead. The whole process was smooth and there was no hesitation at all.

Of course, what shocked them the most was the figure that jumped directly down from the 4th floor. Just by looking at Binjiang, who was dressed in a black robe, one could make people feel that he stretched out his body in a very free and easy manner and threw out a dazzling spear. Yes, it was a lightsaber (the spear head was a 40cm lightsaber)!

After the light spear pierced through a whole row of Skrulls, it got stuck on the last unlucky guy. The Skrulls, with big holes blown in their chests and abdomens, looked down at their chests in confusion.

"Pah..." M4 covered his face. Although SOPII's craftsmanship was trustworthy, it was made in a hurry after all. Wasn't he afraid that Binjiang would only be able to use it as a stick after playing with it like this? However, it seemed that it was just an iron stick, which was dangerous enough for Binjiang and the others to wield!

However, M4's worry was soon proved to be unnecessary by Binjiang's actual actions. With the support of a rifle grenade fired by Brother Sixteen, he kicked away a Skrull who wanted to snatch the light spear, then pulled out the light spear, and the tip of the spear immediately lit up with scarlet light again! Then Binjiang killed like a tiger in a flock of sheep. Under the swing of the light spear, the Skrulls were cut into pieces by the red blade.

The rest of the AR team also sprinted at this time, covering each other while advancing. To outsiders, the Skrulls' alertness seemed to be well-organized, but in an instant they were beaten to pieces by the humanoids. Even if someone tried to organize a defense, a spear of light would arrive as expected, instantly turning their struggle into vain.

The Skrulls were soon forced into houses, where they could only hide in corners and fight against the humanoids, trying to suppress them by relying on their firepower advantage.

"Long live the Lord of Hydra!" The young men shouted, holding their guns high and rushing out. They were outnumbered! You actually wanted to use your numbers to bully the direct team sent by the great Lord of Hydra to support them!? These young men who had acted on their own could not bear it any longer!

Despite their charge, many of them were shot and killed by the Skrulls on the way, causing AR15 and M4 to sigh. But at least Brother Sixteen was happy to say that these little guys were good and not cowards! He also successfully attracted the attention of these Hydras, reducing the pressure on the AR team, allowing the AR team's humanoids to find an angle to kill the Skrulls who retreated into the building.

"Boom!" The originally distant sound of artillery suddenly exploded clearly in front of everyone's eyes. A building that was firing fiercely at the ground was suddenly hit by a 125mm grenade on the side, and the entire balcony was completely blown away in the explosion.

"...You are safe! They are sending manpower!" Binjiang glanced at the group of people shivering beside him, and pointed to the flank where the regular army was rushing into the battlefield. Then, Binjiang raised his hand and lifted up a Skrull next to him with one hand, and then threw him into the flower bed beside him. Listening to the dull collision sound coming from inside, it was obvious that this Skrull was beyond saving. "Let's go, there are other battlefields waiting for us." Binjiang turned around and prepared to leave!

Then something suddenly happened, and a shield flew straight towards Binjiang's head.

"Buzz..." But the shield only made a metallic trembling sound, and then was caught steadily by Binjiang. "Hmph!" Binjiang broke it hard, but it was just a shield made of ordinary alloy. Although it had been blessed by God, it was well known that blessing did not increase defense... "Bang!" The shield broke into two pieces...

"Retreat! There are idiots. We can die, but we can't die in vain." AR15 spoke in front of Binjiang, and his low and hoarse voice echoed in the radio. All the soldiers of Hydra's Ukrainian branch began to evacuate reluctantly.

"Should we chase after him and fight?" Deadpool narrowed his eyes. Although Binjiang had tried his best to imitate Lancer's pace and act arrogant, he still felt that he looked a little familiar. However, as smart as he was, he knew that sometimes, some things should not be said.

"No! It's not important." Steve took a deep breath, he didn't expect that decades later, still on this land, he would meet these enemies that made him remember so deeply again! Although the emblem of this enemy looks a little weird, it doesn't matter! The main body is still that cursed look! Hydra! Just when he saw the opponent, he threw his shield over, and then he finally stopped himself from rushing out, but at this time, the opponent had already left. "The most important thing now is to rescue the people first and settle accounts with them, there is plenty of time!

"Okay!" John Wick nodded, indicating that he understood. "But this is my first time fighting with the regular army."

"Yes, what we have to do is to find the target and provide guidance, and the artillery will handle the rest."

2-41 from Tony Stark

"Father, I'm already 31, I can make my own decisions..." Will Underwood held his phone with a sad face, trying to communicate with his father.

No matter what the uncle said, because he was the eldest son of Atlas, and the person on the other end of the call was Atlas's boss, Irons Underwood, so everyone in the cabin smiled reluctantly but did not try to stop him.

"You little brat! Are you getting cocky?!" Irons Underwood cursed angrily, "Do you think you can go to such a dangerous battlefield? This is a battle with aliens. Do you know what happened yesterday? The Russian army that went forward was defeated by the enemy's ubiquitous attacks. If it weren't for the timely arrival of a certain bastard's equipment, the Skrulls might have rushed into Russia and started to cause destruction. Do you understand the current situation?"

"With a small number of elite troops as the core, they possess energy weapons that can threaten armored vehicles, and then there are a number of militiamen armed with light weapons. Then after defeating part of the Russian army's vanguard, they obtained heavy weapons including tanks and artillery. In addition, Kharkov is under their control. They have begun to transform from militia to local armed forces, and most importantly, the number is unknown!" Will said quickly, and after listening to the silence on the phone, he continued.

"Our vanguard troops composed of Atlas and Wagner tried to advance, but after completing the coordination, the battle was not going well. Dear Captain America was also somewhat absent-minded because he discovered the traces of Hydra. So after we controlled the dam to ensure Crimea's water supply, we were somewhat unable to advance, right? My father?" After Will finished speaking, he took a deep breath, glanced at his friend who was overjoyed beside him, and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"That's right! You bastard, but you'd better get back alive!" Irons hung up the phone angrily, then turned to look at the other old man beside him who was extremely happy, "What are you laughing at? If you hadn't cooperated with him, would I have let this bastard sneak onto the plane?"

"Do you think you can stop him?" Frank Underwood held the blanket in one hand and spread his hands. "He has the radical and adventurous blood of the Underwood family flowing in his veins, just like you and me, right?" He took a sip of whiskey. "Damn it! Will is such a great little bastard!"

"I only have this one son!" Irons Underwood looked at his brother, whom he always disliked, with an expression that said "I'm proud of my eldest nephew". He was so angry that he clenched his fists and roared.

"I only have this one nephew! You want him to inherit your property safely? Is it possible? Do you know how many people are gnashing their teeth to watch your position now?" Frank Underwood shook his head. "If Wick cannot become a glorious symbol, then the ending that awaits him must be very bad."

"There are no cowards in the Underwood family..." Irons sighed, "Then let him learn to fly."

"Yes, instead of spending time calling and scolding him, you might as well send more guys from your Columbia training camp over there. The killing target is hundreds of thousands of people. This is an almost open competition. Don't lose to Wagner." Frank patted his brother's shoulder.

"Damn it, I'm starting to think that this bastard Lancer did it on purpose! No! You two must have been in cahoots with each other!" Irons typed out a string of characters, complained after sending it, and felt like he had nowhere to vent his resentment, so he sent another message.

"Little brat, try the Stark toys your uncle brought. There's a note with the code on it taped to the box."

"be careful."

"You have a good father." Will's friend glanced at the message that popped up on Will's phone, patted his friend's back with envy, then stood up, gestured to the box they brought on the plane, and said with a smile, "Let's go. I've been curious about the mysterious gift from Stark Industries for a long time."

"Mitchell, stop making sarcastic remarks after seeing this joke. But I'm just as curious. Let's go and see what it is." Will stood up and stuck the rifle in his hand into the slot on the side. He walked towards the container in the transport plane, which was not the largest but was placed in the most conspicuous position. The Stark Industries logo was very conspicuous on the black shell.

"Okay, I remember the password is... 10086?" Will looked at the digital password above, frowned and thought for a while, then pressed it, and then several unlocking sounds came from inside the box, revealing a password box inside.

Will and Mitchell looked at each other, both of them had confused expressions, and then Mitchell pointed to a letter stuck on the side.

Will picked it up. The letter was typed in handwriting. What shocked Will was that the writer was one of the richest men in the United States, Tony Stark. He first congratulated the lucky person, who was unknown. This was the prize that Lancer won when he made a bet with him. Although he didn't know why Lancer would give the armor that he had made with great care to him, he believed that the other party must be worthy of Lancer's doing so, and asked him not to bring shame to his work.

"Only the signature is handwritten," Will remarked, looking at the fancy signature.

"It's already pretty good. If you don't give it to me, Mr. Stark's autograph can be sold for a lot of money." Mitchell looked at the signature in front of him with a smile on his face, and was interested in helping his friend get something good.

"No, I'm going to keep this letter and take it to thank S.

Tucker, I'll take you with me then, maybe we can get something better than an autograph." Will picked up the box, holding it on both sides, and looked at his friend who turned the letter over and smiled at him, with a speechless expression.

"Who's Your Daddy!?" Will was somewhat caught off guard by the big man's sudden childishness, but after he uttered this sentence, the box's structure instantly started to deform, and the left and right sides directly followed the rings and began to climb up to his arms. Frightened, Will immediately retracted his arms to the left and right and tried to shake off the mechanical structure that suddenly started to move, but the restraining body that was unfolded immediately buckled his body, forming the main armor belt on his body, and a series of structural plug-ins began to wrap around his body.

A few seconds later, a set of pitch-black armor completely wrapped his body, and the full metal helmet composed of three pieces of alloy was closed, which looked a bit more menacing than Stark's already famous Iron Man suit.

This series of sudden changes stunned both Will and Mitchell beside him. They looked at each other in confusion.

"Let me see, that bastard Lancer gave all this equipment to..." At this time, a voice that was very unfamiliar to both of them appeared, "Oh, Will Underwood? Oh, an arms dealer and a mercenary, this is really a perfect match."

"Stark? Sir?" Will Underwood didn't care about the opponent's fangs at all. Moreover, he didn't think Stark said anything wrong. His father was indeed a mercenary, and Lancer was indeed an arms dealer. The cooperation between the two was indeed a headache for many people. His father was able to sweep everything in Colombia, was it because of his investment?

"Oh! Yes, it's me. I just received the news that this set of portable armor that I specially customized for him was opened. I didn't expect that he would give it to you. This guy's choice is really interesting." Stark looked at the information about Will Underwood projected by Jarvis on the computer screen in front of him, and he was very happy. No wonder Lancer was able to order Frank Underwood, a big Democratic Party leader, to come to his place to pick up the goods. It turned out that it was for his nephew.

"I don't know...Do I need to take it off? I think he should be more..." Will heard that it was Stark

"If he gives it to you, just accept it. He must have had his own reasons for giving it, and you really can use it now." Stark took a deep breath, "Use it well, but remember, wearing this doesn't mean you are invincible. On the contrary, it just makes you more maneuverable and enhances your defense." When Stark said this, he thought of the huge metal scorpion that easily clamped Iron Monger.

"Yes! Please rest assured, I will make good use of it." Will was a little excited, "Uh..."