While Su Ming was taking Daisy to see the android prostitute, another transport ship not far away from them also slowly opened the hatch. A blue-skinned man wearing a red windbreaker, holding a toothpick in his mouth, stepped forward.
He walked down the gangway in a flash.
As if the cold air here had a fragrance, he took a deep breath, showed his yellow teeth, and spat into the snow: "Ha! I'm back alive this time, boys! Three days off!
!Get your share and get out! Haha!”
"Captain's Beer!"
"Long live!"
"Boss, please share the money!"
"Damn you miss me so much, my technician No. T0032, here I come!"
The air suddenly became quiet, and all the dirty, crooked-looking people looked at the unsociable guy at the end. Even if everyone has technicians they are thinking about, they haven't got the money yet, so they have to brag about the boss first.
What a wave!
Contrasia is fun, but it’s also very realistic. Without the unique ‘joy tokens’ here, those android prostitutes won’t know who you are.
For predators, the currencies in their hands are often very complicated. There are Xandar credits, Interstellar Federation energy coins, Sovereign gold coins, etc. Whether a currency can pass through the universe and still have value depends on it.
Are the forces behind it strong?
That is, whether it can provide sufficient payment protection.
But sometimes it is not enough to have a strong national power. For example, although the Kree Empire is powerful, what they circulate internally is a kind of electronic points, which are divided into military merit and social contribution, and are managed by the supreme wisdom. That is something that cannot be circulated externally.
Contrasia's Happy Coin has gradually become a popular currency in recent years.
After all, this is what all the stolen goods are settled here, and the owner behind the planet will only pay this. Moreover, the goods and entertainment facilities here are very complete. Whether it is spaceship supplies or recruitment of manpower, everything can be done here.
Since the plunderers can exchange for what they want here, what is the waste? Other currencies are not yet in circulation in New London, so you have to go to the bank to exchange them and be exploited.
Over time, the looters became accustomed to carrying some happy coins with them, and many people even used this place as their home base, buying a building or something to live together.
The size of cities on the ground is limited, and housing prices are frighteningly high. Fortunately, the airport in space also provides accommodation and trade settlement, making everything very convenient.
There are no officials here, only guards covered in armor, but most of the time as long as you don't speak ill of the planet's masters, it doesn't matter if you kill people in front of them.
Contracia adheres to a very simple rule, that is, 'If your skills are inferior to others, you deserve to die.'
Probably this is the only rule that everyone likes. There are all kinds of aliens here, and the customs are also different. Only the one with the big fist has the final say is recognized by everyone.
The person with the biggest fist is of course the owner of this planet. Captain Blueskin has been roaming the interstellar for decades, and he has long known that the person behind it is not an easy character to get along with.
The life of a predator is not easy, and you naturally have to vent your stress after every business deal. Originally, going to Sakaar to watch the gladiatorial fight was the only option, but then Contrasia, an ice and snow planet in the dying galaxy, was reborn from the ashes and became a new generation.
The Pinjin Grotto.
How to rise from the ashes? I heard that the people behind New London moved a new star to replace the previous one, and it was as easy as changing a light bulb.
No matter how that person did it, he was not someone the marauders could afford to offend, so everyone here always tried their best to avoid conflicts with the guards.
It's not that there were no fools, but those people were all dead, hung in the square in front of the heater and burned to death with steam.
"Fuck!" The captain raised his hand and slapped the thin man who was ruining the atmosphere. He didn't use much force, but the crew member still staggered: "I want to give you some money, but you don't say good things about me because you want to
Let that prostitute be your boss?!"
Everyone laughed, and they all knew that the captain was not angry, because the captain himself was laughing.
This time everyone went out to rob a Skrull cargo ship, looted all the precious high-grade fruits inside, and then dismantled all the valuable equipment in the cargo ship. They finally escaped from the pursuit of the Royal Fourth Fleet. Now the captain himself
I am definitely thinking of finding a place to have fun.
Contracia can always digest high-end luxury goods, and any food, drink, and entertainment items sent here can be sold at a good price.
Is it worth it? I don’t know. After all, what you pay is Happy Coin, which is a kind of bargaining chip for independent pricing.
But by comparing the services enjoyed by Happy Coin with the services in other places, it will undoubtedly make a lot of money.
Sell a boatload of fruit to the black market in Xandar in exchange for a boring week's rest? Or sell the things here in New London in exchange for three days of carnival?
The predators knew it all.
It is said that after the death of the Skrulls' home planet, the huge empire was also at a disadvantage in the battle with the Kree. Their success this time was entirely due to the insufficient fleet of the Skrulls.
"Okay, I'm too lazy to spend time here with you. It's so damn cold. I have to go have a drink. Let's follow the old rules. The captain gets 40% and you divide the rest. Is that okay?" said the blue-skinned man.
He opened his mouth wide and raised his hand to touch a red bump on his head, which was covered with snowflakes.
Naturally, everyone had no opinions, or if they had opinions, they dared not speak out, for fear that the captain would whistle.
"Since you have no objections, what about the hairless monkey cub? Damn it, what are you looking at there? Come here and settle the accounts for everyone!" Yondu turned around and saw that the Earthling he picked up a few years ago was standing at the hatch.
He was in a daze, as if he was watching a man and a woman walking by in the distance.
"Oh, come on, I know that among everyone, I am the only one who went to elementary school, but why don't you guys learn division as well?"
Peter Quill, who was called a monkey boy, rolled his eyes and took out a tablet terminal from his pocket. At the same time, he turned on the Walkman on his belt, picked up an earphone and put it into his ear, following the rhythm.
Walked down the gangway.
Yondu kicked him and urged: "Settlement quickly, everyone is waiting for you to pay. If you wait any longer, if someone wants to kill you, I won't stop you."
The mothership is docked in the space port, and the payment is transferred to the general account first. This is also the business of New London Bank, and a 6% transfer fee is charged...
"Tch, it's like you've stopped me in the past." Peter rolled his eyes and motioned for everyone to start queuing up to share the bills. It didn't matter where they went to withdraw money: "I entered the universe on my own, and I didn't need you to protect me.
I."
Yondu folded his arms, looked at the chaotic crowd dividing money, and sneered: "When you crashed into my spaceship with a fighter plane, you called it an intrusion? Most creatures with brains call that a suicide attack. I saw it
You are still a cub, and you dared to steal the Spartan Empire's fighter plane and fly into the universe. You have some courage, so I spared your life to work as an oddball on the ship. If you talk back to me, I will kill you and use it as a food reserve."
"Human meat is sour, and I haven't showered or used the toilet in a week. My stomach is full of shit. Do you want to eat it?"
While paying the bill, Peter replied nonchalantly that Yondu had always said that he wanted to kill him over the years, about thirty times a day, but he never actually did it.
Besides, the collision with the spaceship happened back then. Now that I am twelve years old, I am no longer what I used to be.
I have learned almost everything I need to learn, and now I only need an opportunity and a spaceship to go it alone.
When the time comes, buy big warships, form a large fleet, rob all the Skrulls, and then round up all the prostitutes in New London, so that Yondu and the others will have to beg themselves if they want to play! Hahahahaha...
"Fuck! I'm telling you to mess around! I'm telling you to talk back! I'm telling you to laugh!" Yondu's big blue palm knocked Peter out of his wonderful dream: "Don't stop me, I have to kill him today!"
"Boss, calm down!" The thin man next to Yondu was about to cry, desperately trying to break Yondu's hand away: "You can kill Peter, but don't grab my clothes and pull hard. This is the last time I