Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

2-53 The Arms Business That Was Intercepted

"This is your reward, 100 for a car, for a shell, here's your money, count it now, we'll drive the car away if there's no problem." A young man dressed quite fashionably stuffed a dozen suitcases to the other side.

The Ukrainian officers opened the suitcases and took a look. They found that they were all US dollars. The officers looked at each other, picked up one or two suitcases each, and walked out of the warehouse without saying a word, leaving the buyers with the various armored vehicles and tanks that seemed to have no end in the warehouse.

"Humans are really interesting. They should know who they are doing business with and that they may have to go to war with us soon, but they still sold these things to us." A Skrull stroked a T72 beside him. "I have to say, although these things are very backward, looking at them can make people feel excited."

“Because these guys are rotten to the core, they will never go to the battlefield to fight us. They know the full-scale conflict is about to break out, so after getting the money, they will immediately throw away their military uniforms and drive away from the border overnight. Then... they will flee to some place and pretend to be rich and live the life they have always dreamed of.” The Skrull’s eyes flickered. Such a life... doesn’t he desire it?

Are you kidding? If he didn't want it, why would he come to Earth? But it seems that the fate of war is like a curse given to the Skrulls by the gods, and they can't get rid of it! This is the price they pay for plundering other people's fate!

"That's true. They got what they wanted, and we got what we wanted! It's just that a lot of people may die. By the way, have you heard that in Crimea, the Hydra Lord seemed to have taken action, and many of our compatriots died. It was also for this reason that Gravik decided to speed up the arming. Such a ostentatious action... huh?" The Skrull was talking, and suddenly he saw the officer who had rushed out before was slowly retreating from the passage they had exited.

"What's wrong? You can't be thinking the money is too little and want to change the deal? This is against the rules..." The leading Skrull frowned and said with an unfriendly look that if the answer given by this guy makes him unhappy, then a bullet will blow his head off in the next moment.

The Skrulls who were traveling with them also gathered around from all directions, unbuttoned their coats, revealing the guns hidden on their waists or ribs, and were obviously prepared to forcibly take away the armored vehicles they urgently needed in another way.

"No, no, no... It's just the sudden arrival of a third party that caused a little bit of uncertainty in your transaction." A dull voice came from outside the door, making the group of Skrulls frown. Obviously, they all understood what fatal incident had happened.

"Don't be nervous. To be honest, I don't have any big opinions on your deal. I just have a suggestion." Perseus' voice echoed in the huge warehouse. These Ukrainian military bases were originally concerned about the man in front of them.

The old guy wearing the Hydra Lord's costume looked like he was back home.

Moreover, the Ukrainian army has been lax in its armaments and discipline over the years. The officers above can sell large items of military weapons, while the soldiers below are busy reselling oil and various guns and bullets to make a little money. Who cares about the sentry of this broken base? In fact, only when the vigilance is relaxed can they make more money, right?

So when these Ukrainian military bugs happily walked out of the warehouse door, they found a figure leaning against their car. When they were about to scold him and order their guards to shoot him, the soldier raised his hand and waved as if to say hello to them.

As the old man simply waved and greeted them, the muffled sound of silencers came from every corner. One officer after another was shot and fell to the ground. In an instant, only the last one was left.

The last person looked at the scene in confusion, he never expected that the other party would shoot them directly like killing chickens. Obviously, they could do a lot of things with the power in their hands, but the other party just swept them all away as if they were garbage.

"You...what do you want to do...this is a military base..." The man in front of him, wearing a black hooded robe, hiding his face in the darkness, walked towards him slowly. A chill ran directly from his heels to his forehead. He reached out to pull out his service pistol from the holster at his side.

"Oh! Relax!" Seeing that the other party had tried several times without success to pull out his pistol, Perseus went up to him and helped him unbuckle the gun. Then he used his backhand to cut off his entire arm, and then pointed the gun at him and walked step by step into the warehouse where they had just discussed the transaction.

The officer's eyes were filled with despair, even more desperate than when he just watched those guys outside load all the money they made from selling arms, including the boxes, into the trucks, and then one of the trucks drove away! Black robbing black! And the blackest of them all.

"Oh! Any suggestions? Tell me about it." The leading Skrull signaled to the people around him, and they immediately dispersed. One of them who was a little further away even climbed onto the tank and pointed the 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine gun on the tank at the guy in front of him, not forgetting to pull the bolt to load the gun.

"You may not be able to use these, because..." The lightsaber flashed again, and he chopped off the head of the Ukrainian officer in front of him, "I want your lives!"

"Lord Hydra!?" Looking at the iconic lightsaber, the Skrull was immediately stunned, looking at the scene in front of him with ferocious eyes, "Impossible! He is in the east, kill him, this is a fake!" The Skrull leader pointed at the man in front of him and asked his subordinates to shoot immediately.

"Look!" The old man casually swung a sword flower. He didn't take the other party's order seriously at all, because a barrage of bullets far more dense than theirs swept over them. This time, they no longer needed to use any damn silencers. They just used the most violent gunfire to sweep over these damn aliens! "The bastard who likes to pretend to be someone else the most actually accused me of pretending. This is really interesting."

"Kill me! You remnant of Hydra, do you think you can escape? Do you think you can still survive in Ukraine now?!" The Skrull leader whose hands and feet were shot off had a ferocious look on his face. He was just trying to provoke the Hydra Lord in front of him. There was no doubt that he had realized that if he could not die here, then the fate that awaited him next...

"Oh, don't panic. Soon, you will feel that death is a gift. Don't worry." The Hydra Lord, or Perseus, had just finished speaking when a soldier from the Ukrainian branch of Hydra, who was almost spontaneously imitating his outfit, came up and hit the guy with the butt of a rifle, knocking him out. Then two people came in, unfolded a surgical mask, and carried the man up. An ambulance with a red cross painted on it was waiting for them.

"Check it, and if it's still breathing, take it back with you." Perseus waved his hand and turned away.

"Boss... there are eyes... do you want to clean them up?" A young voice came from the headset. The brutal battle had already trained these little guys to some extent in terms of combat skills. Perseus was very surprised to find that he had at least five or six sniper teams with very good marksmanship.

Yes, these guys who were selected through brutal elimination battles were not bad in level, or rather, those with poor level really died suddenly in that battle.

"No... no need. I think that group can be considered friendly forces. Go find a girl and bring them some food and drinks. Don't let them get discovered." Perseus shook his head and turned to leave. "Just sweep their tail, and then you guys retreat as soon as possible. There's mutton soup in the cafeteria tonight."

"understand……"

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"Sir, someone asked me to deliver food to you. Including the delivery fee, here is a total of 4500 hryvnia!" A young girl casually raised her hand towards the people in front of her. The expression on her face seemed a little scared, but not that scared.

"Who asked you to deliver it?" Sitwell looked at the girl in front of him with a depressed look, "Also, you seem..."

"Oh, no

I know, the other party called the store and asked us to deliver the food to this location after we ordered it." The girl said timidly, "He also said that although you have guns, you are not bad people, and you just need to explain the matter clearly."

"..." Sitwell touched his bald head, feeling annoyed. He was actually discovered by the other party?

"Thank you! Here is five thousand. Any amount is considered a tip. Let's go back quickly. It's not safe at night." Will came over and paid for the meal, then took it over generously.

"Okay! Thank you sir, God will bless you." The little girl was very happy, took the money and left.

"Looks like he's untrained." Will turned around and met Sitwell's gaze. He and Michelle didn't play any tricks, but went straight to Sitwell and said they were observers sent by Atlas. Although Sitwell hesitated for a moment, he still took him with him. After all, this could be considered as "connections."

"But he's their guy. How can an ordinary deliveryman drive an SUV..." Sitwell sighed, "I was warned by the other party."

"You want money this time, but you want your life next time?"

"No, it's for us to eat and get out of here."

"almost……"

2-54 Spread

"Casualty figures!?" Hammer almost broke down the door and rushed into the joint command room, where Utkin and Prigogin were almost buried with half-smoked cigarette butts and wine bottles.

"4000 dead, more than 22000 wounded, six brigades almost destroyed, all attack directions except ours were crushed..." Utkin rubbed his face, "I have to thank the girl from Lancer for bringing the engineers to hastily produce 122 and 130 truck guns... If it weren't for these guns that could provide rapid mobile support, we might not only have lost our outer positions, but fortunately our defense front is relatively small, and there is basically no possibility of infiltration."

"These bastards all disguised themselves as friendly forces and launched a surprise attack after getting close. The Russian soldiers were killed inexplicably." Prigogin cursed with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

As he looked at the electronic map in front of him with another red dot, and then at the photos of equipment and corpses that popped up, he smashed his wine glass to the ground in frustration, "What a bunch of rubbish! How did they lose? They should be shot. It's okay if they die, but look at all the equipment! These aliens have everything they need!"

The photos taken and sent back by the drone showed, in addition to corpses everywhere, the Skrulls, who had no longer concealed their presence, carrying various equipment and ammunition from vehicles, and even inspecting the vehicles.

How could Prigogin not feel his veins throbbing when looking at these damn photos? He wished he could go and shoot those Russian generals one by one himself!

"Actually... you can't blame them. They got the equipment from Ukraine. As long as they put on Russian paint, you can't tell them apart." Hammer twitched his lips. Has he ever heard Lancer complain about the Russians? What if they lose the war? Kill the useless general and replace him with another one! What if they lose the war and sign a traitorous treaty? Kill the useless Tsar and replace him with someone who can lead them to victory! The Russians, blown by the cold wind of Siberia, have hearts as hard as steel and cannot tolerate any mercy.

Provincial version: Win the fight against the Saint, lose the fight against the gallows.

"Waste is waste, and they should be sent to the Gulag to pick potatoes." Although Prigogin was still cursing, his tone was slightly better.

"What is Mr. Lancer doing?" Utkin asked. Although Lancer didn't have many people, it didn't seem like a big deal in the thousands of people in Atlas and Wagner's teams. But Utkin knew very well that, like Koko who had arrived before, Lancer also had strong fighting power.

After all, Utkin learned through some channels that after hearing that Lancer had arrived, a group of evildoers in Ukraine fled overnight and escaped from the Ukrainian territory in one breath. Some even ran to Argentina in one breath. This sounds like an outrageous deterrent.

"If his arrangements hadn't been adjusted, he should be on the other side of the river bank now, urging the supplies to be delivered quickly, and helping us count the supplies and stabilize the rear. The Skrull attack teams have also infiltrated Crimea, and quite a few of them have fallen into his hands." Hammer looked at the map, which was left to them by Lancer. It was a so-called test battlefield command system. It could be said that in the first two days of operation, the two Russians were greatly shocked...Hammer would not admit that he himself was also the one who was greatly shocked.

"In Crimea..." Utkin pondered for a moment and looked at Prigogin. "It looks like we have to rely on ourselves." There was some helplessness in his eyes.

"Are you asking us to launch another attack to reduce the pressure on the Russian army?" Hammer sighed softly. Their combined combat cluster seemed to have a combat effectiveness close to that of three brigade-level combat groups, and because they were all veterans and "volunteers", their fighting will was much higher than that of ordinary Russian troops.

The previous stage of the battle was not that difficult. The originally prepared fierce river crossing battle turned into a big move for some inexplicable reason. If Utkin had not fought a few battles on the periphery,

It is indeed normal to be asked to march at this time.

"The United States has also made similar requests. The war zone must be controlled within this area as much as possible, so the Russian army needs to have a chance to reorganize its offensive..." Hammer shook his head. He also received

There is another thing. Unlike others, they, who are more or less in the same area, have a guess that is not so realistic... Lancer may be the one driving all this, but Lancer is now in the rear of Crimea, and is still dealing with the logistics that are giving them a huge headache, which makes it somewhat difficult for them to ask Lancer to do something.

"Apart from the necessary garrison manpower, I can still mobilize two battalions to launch an attack." Utkin looked at the map and frowned. "There is definitely more manpower than this, but I can't put all my strength into the current situation." Utkin looked up at Hammer in front of him, with a bit of hostility in his eyes.

"Two battalions..." Hammer glanced at Utkin. Obviously, the other party's intention was very clear. He wanted to leave people to control the ferry to prevent Atlas, which claimed to be a Colombian defense company, from launching the traditional skills of the US military and buying and selling teammates. After all, the cooperation between the two companies was born out of nowhere. "I can only transfer a large battalion. If we push forward..."

Hammer suddenly fell silent. A large battalion, advancing towards an unknown number of Skrull troops in front of them...

"It looks like we do need support. If it's just us..." Utkin slammed his fist on the table. It happened suddenly and everyone was caught off guard. The Russian army that silently crossed the Russian-Ukrainian border had not completed mobilization, and many of them had only a certain amount of ammunition to replenish. The soldiers had to step onto the battlefield in a daze, and when they were attacked by the Skrulls, who might have been preparing for it a long time ago, it was not surprising that they were beaten into the current state.

"Those strange friends of Lancer, the nuclear power plant has played a huge role, but it is not enough." Purgogin pressed the cigarette out on the ashtray. "It will take me at least two months to turn those newly recruited soldiers into combatants!"

"But we don't have two months, not even a month!" Utkin muttered in a low voice. This is how things are. The pressure and demand are there. The reason they were able to successfully take over Crimea is mostly because they came quickly and Russia's support was reliable. An entire active force was incorporated into their sequence.

However, this is the end of it now. Due to Russia's long-term economic poorness and some special reasons, the size of its entire military has actually been shrinking.

"There are only two ways. First, mobilize those veterans and tell them that this time they will gain wealth and honor! The other is that there are plenty of people around the world who are willing to fight for money! As long as you offer a high enough bounty... Although mercenaries are not that easy to use, they are enough for you to fill the battlefield!" Lancer pushed open the door, followed by Balalaika with a conflicted look on his face. The other party was not wearing the burgundy suit today, but the Soviet paratrooper uniform with all the badges removed.

"There are still many people whose lives are not good. If you need me, I can help you get in touch with them." Balalaika hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke, but...

"But these lunatics would rather drown themselves in their past dreams." Lancer laughed. The Decepticons had already started to act. According to the drone surveillance of his girls, although the Russian Defense Forces had served as the transport captain and had sent a force that allowed the Skrulls to put together several brigade-level units.

"So we want them to fly their original flags? That's not a problem." Prigogin nodded without hesitation. As long as they can win, does the flag matter? "The question is how long it will take them to get there."

"They are near Odessa!" Balalaika said decisively, "I have contacted them in advance! The problem now is that we need recognition and equipment."

"My lord, don't be in a hurry to speak~" Tiancheng's voice flashed past Lanse's ears through the headset. Lanse crossed his arms and said nothing, continuing to watch the performance in front of him.

"I can contact Moscow to give you an official number, but there is a very realistic problem. We don't have enough equipment of our own, and we rely on an arms dealer to deliver some equipment to you, so..." Utkin frowned.

In war, especially when it comes to a certain scale, you can't just rely on a few guns to win the world. The consumption of various materials is an astronomical figure. That's because HCLI is powerful and Koko works hard to deliver them. When it arrived at the port recently, M4 and Lancer reported that Koko's ship had traces of being bombarded by small-caliber artillery.

"Have you forgotten... there is another arms dealer with you, and this bastard is probably famous for his large quantity and unlimited supply." Balalaika glanced at Lancer and put out his cigarette! He signaled Prigogin on the other side, "Pay him money and let him spit out his supply."

"You are a traitor..." Lancer laughed twice and looked up at Prigogin and Utkin. "I know of an early Soviet doomsday warehouse... But if we want to open this warehouse, we need you to cooperate with Megatron's plan!"

"Soviet warehouses...

How to cooperate! "

2-55 Execution

"Are you back?" Springfield, who was feeding afternoon tea to the large warships, saw Lancer walk in, and a smile instantly brightened on his face.

"Tiancheng, if you eat any more, my cookies will be gone." Chkalov stretched out on the chair, her leisurely posture showing her beautiful figure. When she found Lancer looking at her, Chkalov showed her eyes that she was a bad student, and then pointed at Lancer.

"Hey~ Haruta gave it to me, go ask her." Amagi, who looked like a Yamato Nadeshiko, quickly stuffed the cookies on his plate into his mouth. It must be said that Haruta's craftsmanship was absolutely great, and Amagi's shaking tail could testify to that.

"Ha... if you want to eat some cookies, just take them." Binjiang, who was standing next to him, smiled and pushed a whole plate of untouched cookies over to him. To Binjiang, these cookies were tasteless. SOPII had just got some meat and went to grill it in the kitchen at the back. That was what she was waiting for.

"Oh... why are you so polite today?" Chkalov was not in a hurry to eat. She was drinking like Binjiang, but Binjiang was drinking white wine, Chkalov was drinking vodka, and Fei Ma was drinking beer. Um... Tiancheng was drinking tea eagerly.

Tiancheng actually wanted to find some sake to drink just now, but Fei Ma silently put the phone on the table, and then picked out Lansher's phone number... Tiancheng's ears drooped instantly, and he drank his tea obediently. Fei Ma's threat was too deadly!

"Commander, did you tell Roadblock just now? I saw Roadblock ran away." Tiancheng took the tray from Chuntian's hand, who was hugged by Lanser, and poured the freshly baked cookies on the plate in front of him, "SOPII! Apply more sauce! It smells so good!"

"Okay!" SOPII's joyful shout came from behind, along with the aroma of roasted lamb.

"M4, get ready and inform 95 and the others that the Decepticons are about to take action. Tell them to be careful. And John, tell them to keep a close eye on Will. This little bastard is really brave. Let him investigate Sitwell. This guy has directly infiltrated Hydra!" Lancer thought of the fact that Will and Sitwell and their men worked together to eliminate many Skrull strongholds near the Zaporizhia Nuclear Power Plant.

This little bastard Wick actually used the Atlas sign to cheat people and sneaked into Sitwell's place. This made Lancer a little upset... Could you please restrain yourself a little? Don't let the two of you be brainwashed by their theories. That would be really unfair to Irons.

However, even Lancer had to admit one thing, that is, the action team led by Sitwell had the convenience of intelligence gathering in this regard, and was also very strong in execution. It would be good if Will could learn something in this regard.

After all, even if you can transform and have the ability to read minds, some methods are still universal to all sentient creatures! After capturing a few Skrulls, (mainly the Sandmen raided and pinned them down) it was a case of pulling out carrots and bringing out mud. In this regard, Lancer had to admit that Sitwell and his men were absolutely professional.

At most, it is not professional enough...

Perseus led the Ukrainian branch of Hydra to train and rest at the same time, and his record was about three times more than theirs, fully demonstrating the terrifying record of an underground intelligence agent who once fought on the front line.

"Lord! I have already informed Roadblock. Chuntian just said that they will probably take action tonight!" Tiancheng drank the tea happily, picked up a piece of potato chips, chewed it crisply, and reported to Lanser about the work he had just done.

"They've already started to act? No, I should say, they've caught the fish?" Lanser smacked his lips. It had only been a short while since Roadblock's escape, and they'd already started?

"They played it no worse than us. They directly found someone to sell intelligence to the Skrulls. The Skrulls spent a lot of money and were stood up once. In the end, they were taken there under guard." Tiancheng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then found that Binjiang had secretly replaced the drink in Lanser's cup with rice wine. Tiancheng raised an eyebrow towards Fei Ma and asked, "Why didn't you stop me?"

Fei's mother rolled her eyes and ignored Tiancheng.

"Interesting... He has a good grasp of people's hearts. I'm afraid this is not the first time he has done this. What price has he paid?" Lanser said with his head tilted, somewhat surprised. As expected of a mechanical life form, he is extremely efficient. He completed the layout within 48 hours and lured the opponent into jumping into the trap.

But in a sense, perhaps we should also thank the great environment, countless people sucked the blood of Ukraine, and then tried to escape from this place that was bound to become a quagmire of war. So it is not surprising that there are such businessmen.

"Four boats to a safe country and a cash check for $4." Tiancheng said it lightly, but in fact, this is the price of a life. And the price he paid might be a beating or inhumane torture. As for how it was done, Lancer didn't care. As a Decepticon intelligence officer, Roadblock probably had the resources in this regard!

"Worth it..." Lanser nodded.

Without saying much, "Arrange the people and send them to Turkey. It should be safe there in the short term. If they feel unsafe, let them figure it out themselves." At this point, Lancer suddenly remembered the family members of the Ukrainian senior officials he had arranged before. According to what M4 had said to him before, some of these people changed their identities and found a small place to live a pastoral life, some started a business, and of course some disappeared without a trace after their wealth was accidentally exposed.

"Correction... After the enemy's weapons and ammunition were completed, the Decepticons launched an attack! If nothing unexpected happens, they should have destroyed two ammunition storage locations!" Chuntian's eyes flickered and he reported the latest situation to Lancer.

"So fast?!" Lancer frowned. He had just discussed with Balalaika to hand over these arms to them and expose the horrific reserves in this doomsday warehouse, so that the Skrulls would want to attack this side at all costs, and then annihilate most of their manpower in this attack.

Of course, in this process, the excellent Hydra Ukrainian branch will still show great potential power in the desperate eyes of other Hydra heads...

"Yes, it looks like it will be a good idea to be allies with these guys in the future. Their execution ability is great..." Amagi touched his chin. Although the ship girls are very strong and have good execution ability, if Lancer doesn't speak up... there will be so many people who will just fake a fall and then come back crying to ask the commander for a hug and comfort!

Why would Tiancheng know this? Which big fox doesn't know this? If you can't do this, you will be expelled from the fox clan!

"We really didn't expect such a situation... Contact Roadblock for me." Lanser looked at Brother Sixteen and tapped the headset. Brother Sixteen immediately gave Lanser a thumbs up, indicating that it was done.

"Lance... Lord?" Roadblock was a little surprised by the sudden communication from Lancer, but he still remained respectful as usual.

"Very efficient! Congratulations on completing two successful ambushes." Lanser's voice at least sounded sincere as he congratulated the other party.

"You're welcome. This is a planned battle." Roadblock shook his head. It seemed that his speed had attracted Lancer's attention. However, this was not too strange. After all, this was the first time for both parties to cooperate in a real sense. The previous battle with Atlas was just the Decepticons' restlessness after replenishing their energy. Did the few who were really under pressure participate?

"Describe the battle process and results. Also, I will open the Doomsday Warehouse within 24 hours." Lancer also reported on the progress on his side.

"At the first attack point, after they sent the missiles we prepared in advance into the warehouse, we used these missiles at 21:00 PM and fired them to blow up the shells in the warehouse. About shells were destroyed, and the other side will have a shortage of ammunition in a short period of time." Roadblock reported the results of the battle without any nonsense. "The other side carefully checked all the ammunition for the second time."

"Great second attack?" Lancer was shocked that these Decepticons actually used their brains. Shouldn't these guys just rush forward as soon as Megatron shouted? Why did they use such a sinister trick?

"The commander launched a lightning strike here. Six missiles directly destroyed a large number of the enemy's ammunition train stations. It is estimated that the enemy is still in the process of repairing them. It is not certain when they will be able to resume operations, but the most conservative estimate is that it will take more than two weeks to recover."

"Two weeks? What did Megatron say?" Lancer nodded. He didn't ask Lightning whether he was hit by the opponent's anti-aircraft fire or other nonsense. He directly asked about Megatron's situation.

"Lord Megatron is quite satisfied with our efficiency." Roadblock shrank his neck. Megatron was not quite satisfied. He was somewhat dissatisfied that they did not kill people on the battlefield quickly. But after all, this was Lancer's plan.