Chapter 24, reaching out to the claws of the universe!
The starry sky of the universe, the Destroyer.
This is a medium-sized spaceship with a strong steampunk style. It looks like a flattened French stick standing upright. Some kind of brown metal is hammered on the outer shell piece by piece with rivets. It looks like broken pieces sewn together.
Cloth.
The tail thruster was emitting blue fire, the cabin was roaring, and even the chair was shaking, making people wonder if it would fall apart in the next second.
But unfortunately, even though the overload acceleration process lasted for a long time, the spacecraft was still intact until she arrived at the black market planet.
"I don't know what we are doing here." The speaker is a white man about 1.8 meters tall. The Blue Man, at least that's what he is called in the universe, is wearing a long burgundy trench coat. His real name is Peter Jason.
Quill, of course he prefers people to call him... Star-Lord.
"There are too many of our peers here, Yondu, walking from the port to here, do you know how many bastards I have caught trying to steal money from me?"
"It's 'your' companion, boy." The blue centaur who led a group of people forward said without looking back.
"This is the only way to tell what the looters are interested in."
After saying that, Yondu patted his waist.
Pinned there is his unique weapon, a self-propelled arrow controlled by a brainwave instrument and whistle embedded on the top of his head.
"Hahahaha, that's right, boss!"
A group of looters laughed and raised their weapons.
On the dirty and technological streets, passers-by took detours one after another.
Star-Lord Yondu, who had not betrayed him yet, shook his head, shrugged and stopped talking.
There are many places in this galaxy that are more suitable for indulgence than this one. As the largest black market place in the galaxy, they have only one purpose in coming here.
Tanya Tiwan, nickname: The Collector.
Soon, led by a female servant with purple skin and a pair of fleshy bulges on each cheek, the group arrived at a metal building deep in the mining area.
Yondu took his deputy and Star-Lord and followed the maid to the elevator to the top of the building, where there were already people waiting here.
The indoor lights were dim and the temperature was cold. Standing among the containers holding various alien creatures and even intelligent alien races, in the gloomy atmosphere, the collector with white hair and thin cheeks opened his hand.
"Welcome to my collection, the infamous marauder, Yondu."
"Hello, distinguished collector." Yondu ignored the other party's teasing. He came with big business this time.
Putting his right hand across his chest and saluting, Yondu said.
"We found what you wanted... It was a thrilling journey, spanning half the galaxy and fighting hundreds of enemies before we finally got it."
Unlike Earth, which is so...peaceful?
In the universe, especially in the no-nonsense area, where there is no law and no morality, the rule of whoever finds it belongs to whom is simply ridiculous.
Of course, Yondu's words must be exaggerated.
Of course the collector understood what he meant, but he didn't mind.
Yondu nodded, and the deputy behind him walked forward with a suitcase and placed the suitcase on the table.
Click!
Sizzle...
Instead of opening it, as the deputy pressed the code on the projection screen, the front of the box split open, and the silver-white metal scattered around and was collected at the edge.
After opening, three ugly fruits protected in transparent containers appeared in front of everyone.
With an expression of curiosity and satisfaction on his face, the collector put on the protruding eyepiece like a chameleon and inspected it carefully.
"It's such a beautiful color. It's hard to imagine that there are such fascinating things in the universe!"
"I think they look like the undigested feces of Blue Beast..." Star-Lord muttered in a low voice, then suddenly blinked and found that several people turned back to look at him with different eyes.
Yongdu's eyelids were twitching wildly, and he wished he could give him a whistle.
"Then...ahem, Mr. Collector, the reward you promised..."
"Oh, of course." The collector looked away, and two mechanical arms stretched out from the table to take away the container containing the fruit.
"According to the reward I promised, one fruit is 80 million, but it must have cost you a lot of effort to deliver it so quickly. Since you worked so hard, let's count it as 100 million. Three pieces is 300 million..." The collector said calmly
He did some uncomplicated calculations in a tone of voice and asked: "What method do you want to use for transaction? Transfer or cash?"
"In cash, of course."
The corner of Yondu's mouth twitched: "You know I haven't accepted transfers for many years."
Hearing this, Star-Lord looked at Yondu with a strange look behind him.
As plunderers, it is normal for them to receive cash for payment. After all, few of them have a clean background and can be checked accurately. It is best not to have their own account in some empires, and it is also difficult to do so.
But Yondu is different.
He was once a member of a large raider group that spanned multiple galaxies. He was unable to have a legal account in other empires, so it was not difficult for him to have an account within the raiders.
However, he has never used it and seems to be trying his best to avoid it.
Collectors certainly know why.
But he just asked as usual. Turning his head slightly, the purple-skinned maid walked to a wall lit with dark blue lights and took out three boxes from it.
Through the gap behind the box, on the gear-like rotating instrument, there are at least hundreds of identical boxes!
The Collector may not be the most powerful and dangerous character in the universe.
But he is definitely the richest!
The three of them each picked up a box. The heavy weight made them forget on the spot that they had offended the Kree Empire in order to grab the fruit. In this chaotic galaxy where tens of thousands of general currency can buy murderers, 300 million is undoubtedly more than
huge sum of money.
"You are such a generous guest!" Yondu's old face burst into laughter.
"If you need it again next time, please be sure to contact me."
"Oh, so I just remembered something."
The three people who were about to turn around and leave turned around in confusion, only to see the collector holding a tablet-like device to control the mechanical arm to stuff the fruit into the empty space on the wall, and said without looking back.
"A big shot contacted me a few days ago and asked me to bring him a message when I see you."
"Big shot? Me?" Yongdu had an ominous premonition.
There are only a few people in the universe who can be called "big shots" by collectors, and none of them are easy to mess with.
It will definitely be trouble to find yourself!
"Well, that's right." The collector nodded.
"You must have heard the rumor that Thanos' lackeys, the Chitauri, were defeated by the natives of a certain planet not long ago."
"Of course." Yondu frowned.
"Although they tried their best to conceal the news, someone saw the Chitauri fleet fleeing hastily regardless of the damage to the hull and took photos. The swarm of locusts was defeated by an indigenous civilization. Everyone was curious about how Thanos would deal with it.
them."
Suddenly, Yondu thought of something.
"Could it be that?!"
"Well, it's that 'could it be said'."
At this time, after finishing the work at hand, the collector turned back.
"The big shot asked me to tell you that he wants to make a deal."
"What deal?"
"He wants to know the whereabouts of a person. It would be better if you could contact him or take him there in person."
Gulu!
Yondu swallowed his saliva and continued to ask like a repeater: "Who is it?"
Tick tock…
Hiss!
A drop of magma slipped from the collector's fingertips, and the terrifying high temperature burned a hole in the metal table. Looking at the table with a slight frown, the collector took out a fire extinguisher and started to put out the fire skillfully, and replied.
"Ego!"
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The annual college entrance examination is coming soon. Although I don’t think many candidates are reading this book at this time, I still send my most sincere blessings.
I wish you all success and a spot on the gold list!
A good university cannot determine the end of your life, but it determines the starting point when you enter society.