Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

Because of this situation, no one was in the mood to talk. There was silence in the carriage, except for a few people who were anxiously observing the situation nearby, especially the situation on the river. After all, if the Russians sneaked over by boat, it would be hard to say what would happen, but those of them who were sitting in civilian vehicles would be doomed.

"Tsk... There is no light at all. We can't even see clearly on the river. It would be great if there were some equipment used by the non-commissioned officers." A Skrull in the car complained in a low voice. With the current lighting conditions, he could only vaguely see that there seemed to be no movement on the dark river surface, but he couldn't see much else, such as whether there were any dragging marks on the river beach or whether there were any dense footprints on the bank.

"What are you dreaming about? There are only so many things we have. We are just a group of ordinary people who have been mobilized. If not... eh... never mind, just fight hard. Normally, as long as the other side suffers a certain level of casualties, they will be forced to negotiate with us." Another Skrull muttered with a wry smile, lamenting the sadness of having good things but not being able to use them.

The Skrulls do have good stuff in their hands. After all, the things they brought from the universe to the ground, in terms of the already popularized general technology, are undoubtedly several generations ahead of humans. However, everyone knows that most of these good things have a

The common problem is that they are not that durable, so there won’t be too many of them, and as a result, most of them must be used with caution.

In this regard, Gravik made arrangements very naturally, but he was not stupid. In addition to forming several elite commandos armed with advanced equipment brought to the ground by the Skrulls.

Some of the less advanced equipment (the standard is the Skrulls' own equipment, which is much more advanced than human individual equipment) will also be selected and delegated to the officers of the formed troops. In battle, officers of each basic combat unit will be able to receive it, to ensure as much as possible that the troops have a certain combat effectiveness.

Of course, these vehicles that are going there right now can be considered to be supporting or checking the situation, but there are no officers qualified to equip these equipments, because it is a short-term military expansion. If it were not for the special nature of the Skrulls themselves, they might not be able to form such a large-scale army.

"Boom..." A dull roar came from the distance, like thunder rolling in the sky.

"Huh?" But the next moment, everyone began to feel a strange sense of weightlessness! Then the feeling of the world spinning around came over them, and they were unable to react in time. Then... there was light, flames, burning pain, and eternal darkness. "

"Spread out towards the riverbank and the roadbed!" The sergeants in the vehicles behind looked at the vehicles in front of them burning and tumbling in the air, and immediately made an almost unanimous decision that they could not become targets of the enemy's artillery fire on this slope where the enemy had already calculated the distance! There were a total of five or six shells just now, but three of their vehicles were directly hit! Such a terrifying hit accuracy was already appalling, and they had never experienced such killing efficiency!

"Hey..." Binjiang looked at the tablet in SOPII's hand with a smile on her face. She hit three out of six low-speed moving targets, and the other three were close misses, which was considered a finishing blow. She was very satisfied with the hit rate.

They didn't enter the bombed town. After all, after the bombardment by Fei Ma, there weren't many flat places for them to stand on. So they simply didn't go in and make things uncomfortable for themselves. Now, apart from the attacking ship girls, the humanoids were not idle either. Some were operating drones. Just now, Tiancheng had a sudden idea to let Lancer shoot a "promotional film". Perseus must like it.

Lancer tilted his head and looked at a group of agents following him, "Is the footage of my fight just now recorded?"

"Yes, everything is recorded." The agent nodded as a matter of course. Lancer's handsome sword dance just now caused her machine gun to miss the target. Fortunately, Lancer did not notice it, and several Skrulls were shot and killed without being discovered.

"It looks like most of it has been solved. We just need to shoot some more." Then Lancer called on the girls in the uniforms of the Hydra Lord's direct team to line up behind him. They found the wreckage of a building that could be recognized as a house and walked back and forth several times, while a drone nearby recorded the scenes.

"Then it's my turn!" Tiancheng glanced at Lancer who was walking on the side, and tapped his palm with a paper fan with a smile on his face. The tablet in 561's hand showed that Binjiang had helped drive the other party under the roadbed. The scene of these Skrulls jumping out of the car and dispersing immediately was just as she expected, which made Tiancheng's face full of smiles. The triple 406MK7 main gun started to rotate, and the barrel was like Tiancheng's fingers brushing across the table, shaking gently, "Just as planned, go to hell!"

The rumbling thunder in the sky erupted again, and this time the sound was far more terrifying than before. If they had not realized what happened last time, this time, even a fool would know what they were about to face. The enemy's artillery began to make the final move!

"Get down!" The Skrull officers waved their hands and issued the most correct and wrong order at this time...

"Bang~" Tiancheng looked at the sparks blooming on the screen, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. When the heavy grenades fired by her 5 turrets and 15 406mm naval guns smashed into the areas where they were hiding on both sides of the road, how could these unfortunate Skrulls be good? Don't be ridiculous!

When the smoke and dust cleared, the fertile black soil was rolling in the fields, and the high temperature was slowly distorting the air. As for the vehicles and Skrulls that should be on the ground? Oh, sorry, maybe this land will eat people, I didn't see it.

"Then it's only my turn?" Chkalov touched his smooth chin. "Let's start. Is the drone in place?" Chkalov tilted her head and looked at M4 beside her. If M4 hadn't asked her to wait, she would probably launch the attack earlier than Tiancheng and Binjiang.

The fleet of planes circling in the sky began to dive in a cluster. Although they did not have a bagpipe installed on the tail like the Stuka, they still made a huge scream when their wings cut through the air. And this time, the scream finally reached the ground before these planes!

But these Skrulls had never heard such a strange sound. They walked out of the room in a daze and looked up at the sky. They had strange expressions on their faces. In the dark night covered by dark clouds, they saw nothing. When their officers rushed into the room to get their helmets,

Fortunately, a narrow gap slowly appeared in the dark clouds in the sky, and a ray of moonlight shone on the ground.

It also shone on these SB2C bombers from behind! The black spots hundreds of meters above the sky suddenly seemed to split, and many more dense black spots appeared all of a sudden.

Before the Skrulls, who were craning their necks, had time to figure out what was happening, the clouds closed in and the moonlight became a passing guest, disappearing without a trace.

"...Run...Everyone! Run!" At this time, the Skrull officer who went to the room to get his helmet finally rushed out, put on the helmet and looked up at the sky. What he saw was a scene that made her heartbroken and desperate. The helmet automatically identified and marked these things chasing down from the sky. Dozens of rapidly enlarging black shadows were dozens of deadly heavy aerial bombs!

The roar of the Skrull officer attracted the attention of many people. They looked at their officers blankly. The anxious Skrull officer wanted to say something, but it was too late. The dive bombers dropped their bombs from a very low altitude, and the landing time was only calculated in seconds...

In such a short period of time, even if the Skrulls listened to their commander and rushed outside, how many hundreds of meters could they run?

Chkalov looked at the Skrulls running around like headless flies on the tablet, and the corners of his mouth curled up. It was impossible! When the bomber dropped the bomb, everything was doomed!

Amidst the continuous explosions, a series of exploding fireballs rose up, and the entire village was torn apart in an instant.

They had no choice but to be engulfed by the flames of the explosion!

The gate of hell opens!

2-51 Sitwell's New Job

"Uh, I really didn't expect to see you here." Lancer stood in the craters, looking at Sitwell, who was covered in dust, with a look of surprise on his face, "Shouldn't you go to Zaporizhia?"

"There are already special people in charge of Zaporizhia. I don't need to worry about it. I just..." Sitwell shrugged. He looked at the situation in front of him, stroked his bald head, and there was a bit of disbelief in his eyes.

"You just came over to congratulate us after hearing that we successfully broke through the river?" Lanser said with a smile in his eyes, "The clothes are good, but the level of the bulletproof vest is a little low." While speaking, Lanser reached out and flicked Sitwell's bulletproof vest.

Sitwell was not wearing a combat uniform of the action team, but a bulletproof vest that ordinary FBI agents wear during operations. These bulletproof vests are light, and even with the black technology like the special bulletproof material of the Continental Hotel, the coverage area and thickness of this bulletproof vest are doomed to be able to block some intermediate-power bullets at best, and there are flaws all over the body. In the battlefield where both sides are testing each other and are nearing the end, this guy is more or less prone to sudden death in this outfit.

Next to Sitwell, Rumlow, who came with him, was wearing combat uniform. He was not holding the submachine gun that SHIELD usually used in operations, but an HK417 assault rifle. He did not look like a protagonist, and his helmet was on.

"This is how S.H.I.E.L.D. configured it. I have no choice. I am in a hurry and I don't have time to get a heavy body armor." Sitwell looked at Lancer. This guy's handsomeness must not be a good thing. He is handsome on the battlefield, but what is the difference between that and being a target? Oh, he still lacks a hit ring, right?

"SOPII, go check if my spare bulletproof suit is still in the car." Lancer smiled and asked SOPII to give this guy a decent thing. After all, it was not easy for him to rush through a war zone to Crimea like his butt was on fire. Show some respect, show some respect, after all, I am also a Hydra now.

The video sent yesterday made the old guy Perseus very happy. As for the fact that he suddenly forced a gap in the direction of Crimea, the old guy didn't care much. After all, this Hydra skin is theoretically time-limited. When the time is up, there may be no Hydra Ukrainian department.

But in fact, this video of Lancer is a shot in the arm for all the soldiers of the Ukrainian branch. Although they have a firm will to fight, after such a fierce battle, normally these soldiers need to rest for a while before they can boost their morale again. After all, not everyone has the morale locking BUFF of the Tubie family.

After Perseus called the cadres together and played this video mysteriously, all the new cadres were stunned. What did the Hydra Lord's direct team do? They crushed a group of aliens that were calculated at the brigade level? ! It was a blast! As expected, the Hydra Lord is the best in the world! Morale was restored immediately. As long as they rested for a while and replenished their supplies, they could go into battle again! Perseus was very satisfied with this.

Moreover, he could also use this to carry out a series of threats, solicitations, oppression, and so on. After all, apart from anything else, the Hydra Lord played by Perseus... could really do what was happening right now. For others, it would be considered a threat, but for Perseus, "Oh, dear, I am calmly stating a fact. As long as I want, I can raze you poor creatures at any time."

As for who this old guy is talking to in the video

, still uncertain, anyway, around the world, many people will be in a state of mental breakdown in the next 24 hours! After all, facing Perseus, an old man who has torn off the bottom line, starting to use words to mess with their mentality in order to get free information, their mentality is indeed a bit unbearable. In a sense, this is one of the reasons why Sitwell rushed over in a hurry.

"I heard... that this was done by Hydra?" Sitwell naturally couldn't talk to the Hydra Lord face to face, so he could only judge what had happened before based on the situation he could observe at the moment. As Lancer, who was theoretically a high-level official on the front line, he should have a lot of information that he urgently needed.

In front of them, a large group of Wagner soldiers were carrying out a simple cleanup in a former village. Yes, the former village. This was the village that was razed to the ground by Fei Ma with a brutal sonata. The building where they were standing was barely proving that this was once a village.

"Do you think it says here...Hydra was here?" Prigogin, who was also smoking next to him, said dully.

"So...what happened? There are rumors out there that the direct team of Hydra's Ukrainian branch has opened a channel for you." What Sitwell said was not fake news. Perseus' intelligence operation had already begun. Of course, there were also large-scale bombings by the US/Russian forces and other reasonable and unreasonable ways to achieve the current situation.

With just a simple verification, they eliminated more than 90% of the news that seemed to be fake, and the rest... is the old saying, no matter what the final result is, don't be surprised. Because the story needs logic, reality doesn't need that shit!

"Bullshit..." Prigogin cursed angrily. Excluding the foul language in his fast-speaking Russian, he basically said something like if they hadn't been short of ammunition, they would have found a way to break through the river long ago.

"That's pretty much what happened. We tried to cross the river at different locations, but were blocked by the enemy. So these alien bastards we're facing aren't weak, and many of them have lived in this area for a long time, so they know the local terrain better than we do." Hammer was squinting at the things in front of him, holding a cigarette in his mouth. "Anyway, the people who attacked here... did the right thing, using excessive artillery fire to destroy these weak buildings at once, leaving the enemy with no resistance. The question is, how did they do it?"

"Oh, you have no idea at all?" Sitwell narrowed his eyes. He was somewhat surprised. After all, he was deeply impressed by the advanced intelligent weapons in Lancer's hands.

"At 2:28 last night, we saw a group of people trying to commit suicide on the river, sailing close to the enemy town. However, since they were far away from us, we were unable to get in touch with them. By the time I contacted the forward sentry troops, it was already around 2:40."

"A full ten minutes?" Sitwell looked at Lancer with some surprise.

"You got up without putting on clothes?" Lanser rolled his eyes. "And are you under some illusion? I don't have all their command, and I don't live in the headquarters. I have to find their commander first, and then contact the sentinels on the front line."

"...I apologize." Sitwell scratched his head awkwardly. He was used to the rapid upload and download, but he forgot that there was another layer of interval between Lancer, Atlas and Wagner, and it would take time to complete this series of processes. Ten minutes was already very fast. "Please continue."

"That's all." Lanser shrugged, indicating that he had nothing more to say.

"That's all?" Sitwell was stunned. "I said I can apologize." He said with a wry smile. He knew that Lancer was not a narrow-minded person, but to joke in such a situation, Lancer, isn't it a little childish?

"It's true that it's gone. The reason I went to look for the observation post was that my drone encountered strong interference, and all drones near this village lost contact." Lancer said simply, "And the bad thing is that we could only observe bursts of explosions and flames, and then saw nothing. Have any satellites or other reconnaissance equipment happened to see this location?" Lancer threw the question back to Sitwell in front of him.

"No, they were all interfered with..." Sitwell crossed his arms and thought deeply. He had seen Lancer's crudely made drones as well as those well-designed and made versions, but with Sitwell's own knowledge, it was not too difficult to do this.

Moreover, Lancer's intensive raid method with self-destructive drones was spread by a certain unlucky vampire group. Although it was not known to everyone, it did not seem difficult to know. It was reasonable for the other party to guard against him. After all, with a small wooden house like this, only two or three drones were needed to easily demolish the house and kill people.

Sitwell had already prepared for Lancer's problem. SHIELD did conduct a comprehensive investigation at the first opportunity, and all military and civilian satellites were used for possible image analysis, but the result was no useful intelligence at all, so obtaining first-hand intelligence became the only way.

"Any other information you can share? I won't take information for nothing." Sitwell pulled out his

He glanced at his phone and sighed. For some reason, a faint and familiar feeling of powerlessness flashed through his heart. "After all, the Hydra crawling out of the grave seems to be our mission."

"Indeed, there is nothing left, and we have just started the cleanup. Perhaps you can go and see if you find anything yourself." Lancer shrugged and walked to the side. His girls brought him breakfast.

"This guy is really lucky." Sitwell looked at Lancer's back with envy. His face was full of helplessness. What evidence could he find on the land behind him? Or intelligence? A big pit inside a small pit! What kind of damn intelligence could be left? It's all been blown to pieces!

"Will, Mitchell, take this." Lancer walked to the side and took two sandwiches from the lunch basket and threw them to the two unlucky guys who were on patrol. Yes, because they had been punished for a long time, their movements were somewhat strange when they received the food thrown by Lancer.

The reason they were punished was nothing else. The two of them had left the sentry post that night and wanted to sneak to see what was happening on the front line. As a result, their kayaks were discovered before they crossed the center line of the river. After being scolded by Hammer on the radio, the two unlucky guys lay on the edge of the river beach, and then...

Then they ate a mouthful of dust. Lanser was able to stop them because he had ten rings, but the two people in front of him obviously didn't have this! The city wall swept over, and the two unlucky guys immediately ate a mouthful of sand. When the two of them emerged from the dust, Lanser had already run away.

"Thank you... Commander Lancer, this is my first meal in 18 hours." Michelle smiled bitterly. Her good friend was the eldest son of Atlas, a super rich man, but he was not even able to show his temper here and was punished by not being given food.

"I know you haven't eaten yet, so you quickly stuffed it into your mouths before old Hammer noticed. You're tough enough to actually have the guts to disobey Hammer's orders! Not bad." Lancer pointed at the two idiots.

"Forget about that. Next time I will just stay where I am and feed the mosquitoes." Will said with a wry smile, and then he and his childhood best friend stuffed the sandwich into their mouths as quickly as possible. "Captain Lancer, do you have any missions planned for us?"

"Did you see that guy?" Lanser pointed to a bald Indian man not far away.

"I saw it. It's the one who was just chatting with you, right?" Will said carefully. He glanced at Lancer and saw that he was not angry, so he continued, "It's just that he came too fast! This is very abnormal."

"Keep an eye on him, can you do it?"

"If we find anything, we at SHIELD will share the intelligence information with you." Sitwell didn't know that he had been targeted by two special forces members, and he was still saying goodbye to Hammer and Prigogin in front of him very politely.

"I see, we are needed at the critical moment..." Will's right index finger gently stroked his throat, which meant very clearly. If there was really a problem, then they could just collapse. After all, if he came back, it might cause a lot of uncontrollable situations to erupt at the same time. In contrast, the dead would not cause trouble to others.

"Don't worry, just follow him and find out where this guy really came from."

"Yes, Commander Lancer!"

2-52 Decepticon's Action Plan

"Thank you!" When Lancer walked back to the position, he stared at Hammer on the tactical map and thanked Lancer softly. Prigogin looked at Lancer with complicated eyes. This guy Lancer helped Hammer a lot.

The boss's son is in your army. If you send him directly, do you think the boss will hate you? After all, Hammer is not a popular figure in the United States now. If it weren't for the boss of Atlas who saved him, he and his troops would have been wiped out several times! Then he can be like now, with ordinary old subordinates, dominating Columbia and enjoying the good life.

And the most ridiculous thing is that perhaps because Colombia has been plagued by gangs in the past, as well as various local guerrillas and separatist forces that actually only follow orders and not propaganda, and even some military leaders backed by certain American agencies (CIA: quack), these guys are too inhumane, which led to Atlas' unexpectedly good reputation after it became big in Colombia.

Even several provinces that had not yet been infiltrated took the initiative to send people to find Ains to discuss cooperation. To put it another way, it was not the dead weasel paying New Year's greetings to the chicken, but the chicken hugging the weasel's thigh and shouting: "Master! There's a big seat inside! Come and play! I'll pay you!" This is very magical realism...

Under such circumstances, Will came to Hammer. If you say that Hammer was not under a lot of pressure, that would be a lie, because what was at stake was not only his own future development, but also the hundreds of brothers who were willing to take a plane and land in Bogota without asking any questions just because they heard his name.

Even though these bastards have been living a corrupt and decadent life lately and are being scolded by Hammer every day, they still go to various nightclubs with a smile on their faces at night and have a great time.

Hammer is now waiting for the construction of the research institute and training base next to the Lancer shipyard to be completed.

He could kick these guys into the barracks and tell them to say goodbye to the colorful world of Colombia, otherwise they would just use their strength to hit the stomachs of those enthusiastic girls in Colombia! What a farce!

"What are you thanking me for? Irons is also my friend. It's really outrageous that he let Will run to the front line this time. I loaned John and the others to him to form a team. It should be safe enough." Lancer lit a cigarette. "I just checked the location of the river crossing. It's still a bit slow. The anti-aircraft missile positions are not deployed yet."

"They dropped floating mines from upstream, and our pontoon bridge was blown up once. Now heavy vehicles can't get through. But Utkin went to check the nearby positions. It seems that these bastards ran very fast. It's impossible for them to fight us to the death here before their reinforcements arrive." Prigogin frowned. Utkin led the small team to conduct armed reconnaissance in several directions. Now he had to coordinate here.

"I remember you have an Apocalypse. Drive it to the riverbank and shoot it down if you find one. And if the enemy has a small team that attacks the bridge, you can also directly launch a fire attack." Lanser took a look at the person in front of him and couldn't help but sigh. The Soviet Union back then really had all kinds of weird toys.

The thing Lancer mentioned was the spiritual successor of the German battleship's close-range anti-aircraft gun. When he said this, Lancer was almost stabbed to death by Fei Ma's eye dart. ZSU57-2, a twin-barreled 57mm anti-aircraft gun, was an anti-aircraft gun that was already behind the times when it debuted.

So when Lancer saw that Prigogin had found this magical thing from somewhere, Lancer became obsessed with it and started calling it "Apocalypse". So when Lancer talked about "Apocalypse", Prigogin and the others really knew about it.

"Good... It's very effective for blocking the river. This thing is not very good for air defense now, but it can be a massacre if it is used to attack floating mines and speedboats." Hammer nodded. Lancer's suggestion was good. When he saw this car just now, he was also very confused. What era is it now? What is the use of this kind of air defense toy?

Now it seems like he really has it... If I can't shoot at the ones in the sky, can't I kill you guys on the river? He's not afraid of the machine guns on the small speedboats on the water. If he's a little short, the boat will be blown away!

"Okay!" Prigogin turned around and spoke quickly to the person beside him, then turned back to look at Hammer, "Utkin estimates that the time she can buy us is at most in the afternoon, so..."

"In the afternoon... we can complete the most basic transportation of supplies across the river." Seeing the two people communicating quickly, Lancer signaled to their adjutant beside him, then walked out and got into a Ford Mustang nearby. The car seemed to be always in the started state, and the air conditioner inside the car kept the temperature in the car in a cool range.

"Lord Lancer... these humans are too inefficient. The Skrulls are almost done adjusting, and their counterattack is imminent." Roadblock is not idle. When Lancer is sleeping, he often goes somewhere to collect intelligence. And the next morning, Roadblock will appear downstairs of Lancer's house on time, playing his role as a middleman between Megatron and other countries. Of course, he will occasionally drive Lancer around and exchange some information.

"How many people have arrived in Ukraine?" Lancer did not respond to Roadblock's words. After all, there was a huge difference in perspective. For the Decepticons, Lancer had already won the respect of the Decepticons because of his own strength and the strength of his subordinates.

There is no way not to respect them. They couldn't beat Lancer's humanoid girls in electronic games, but as for the game of force... Roadblock has already run all over the area this morning. These humans don't know yet, but Roadblock has already compared the results, and the result is obvious. He began to call Lancer "Master" to please Lancer. He is not Red Spider, who would rather die than do anything else.

"More than a dozen warriors, including the team you designated, have already arrived at the battlefield." Roadblock was not polite at all and described the intelligence in great detail. "The leader of the team is the newly resurrected Lightning. Lord Megatron is resting in Atlas' cabin."

"Hmm..." Lanser nodded and said to the agent who was following him, "I remember the locations of several warehouses in Kharkov." Lanser looked at the agent and nodded, "Send them to Roadblock."

"Okay!" The agent frowned slightly, but since it was Lancer's request, he didn't say much and simply executed the order. However, he glared at the center console of the car fiercely. This is the owner's property. If you dare to touch it, you will be hit by my full power!

"Spread the news about these points and say they are doomsday warehouses left over from the Soviet era. I don't need to teach you how to do it." Lancer said simply. Perseus was using his achievements to intimidate others, so it wouldn't be excessive for him to use them once.

"No problem, sir...are we going to ambush them?" Roadblock's tone was full of doubt. If it was just an ambush, there was no need to give the real location of the ammunition depot. These places could be disguised and fabricated.

"No, just give it to them. Your people will keep an eye on where they are transported." Lanser's mouth curled up slowly. Although the Skrulls are aliens, these refugees have standard equipment. Now they are armed with a million troops, which is a terrible pressure.

The same thing will force them to equip themselves with localized Soviet-made military products. There is almost no doubt that they will be tempted by these warehouses!

"And then destroy the concentration area where they were transported to?" Roadblock was indeed an intelligence infiltration expert. He immediately thought of Lancer's specific plan, and then he also realized how sinister Lancer was. The intelligence was released by the Decepticons, so why don't they throw some good stuff into these warehouses in advance, so that they don't have to kill people themselves. The scene of hundreds of tons of ammunition exploding was very exciting for Roadblock just to imagine it. "But this can only change part of the situation."

"Yes, it's time to release the second message. I had some friction with Wagner because I was trying to transport weapons and ammunition from a doomsday warehouse." Lancer tapped a location on the map.

"...Odessa? Sir, I'm not questioning your wisdom, but I don't think the opponent will be hit twice." Roadblock felt that his processor was struggling. Lancer's plan to ambush the opponent twice with the same trick really made him a little confused. Are your human tactics so full of madness?

"No, they will." Lanser's mouth curled up. They wouldn't be fooled because there weren't enough temptations, but they will definitely be fooled this time. "Lancer's mouth curled up, "Because there really is a doomsday warehouse here."

"I see!" Roadblock's tone was full of approval. Although he was not sure what was in this doomsday warehouse, it must be a coveted arsenal of terrifying weapons. Lancer used a real doomsday warehouse to fish, and the Skrulls, who had destroyed a large number of weapons, could not refuse.

"That's when it will be your turn to make your debut, so don't mess it up." Lancer shook his head, even though he would go as well. Lancer hinted that he didn't intend to expose the terrifying destructive power of his ship girls, and that if the Decepticons could win, there would be no point in letting his wives go.

"Failure? That's impossible! Megatron will tear apart any fool who gets in his way. As long as we win, we will have the bargaining chips to negotiate smoothly with humans."

"Yes, that's why it's very important to you. When you strike, you must use as much strength as you can."

"Everything is up to you."