Nebula, who was sitting next to Gamora, folded her arms. She had no intention of drinking coffee, she was just complaining.
From betraying Thanos, joining the Guardians of the Galaxy, to killing Thanos not long ago, until today.
She has been complaining in various ways, like a resentful woman.
Of course, it may also be because 60% of her body's organs have been replaced by metal machinery, so she cannot drink alcohol or coffee, and she is almost unable to participate in all the entertainment activities of the Guardians of the Galaxy.
Well, the entertainment life of these people is drinking. Space travel is actually quite torturous. Just thinking that if there is a problem with the spacecraft, everyone will be frozen into ice pimples. This stress is enough.
What's more, that might be considered a pleasant way to die in the universe.
"Hey, hey, it's normal for young people to be energetic. Anyway, you can get the money after completing the task." On the other hand, Yondu next to Peter was more relaxed. He blew into the coffee cup as if he was whistling.
: "In this way, Peter will be able to better support me in my old age in the future. Is this the custom of people on earth? It is really a good habit to support the elderly."
"You're not too old to kill. Also, stop blowing, your whistle arrow is moving in your pocket! You're going to stab yourself to death!"
Star-Lord's eyes squinted. He had complicated feelings for Yondu, probably a sequelae of Stockholm Syndrome.
Anyway, something happened, and now Yondu is without his ship, and he's following the Guardians of the Galaxy.
"Um...Peter." The mantis girl raised her hand weakly and asked her own question: "Not long ago, your father wanted you to return to Sparta to inherit the throne. Why didn't you agree? If you became the king,
We all don’t have to wander around anymore, right?”
Star-Lord touched his mustache. He had a beard shape similar to Deathstroke:
"What's the good thing about being a king? I'm the king of a planet. I can't even manage an elementary school class. I'm not born that way. Compared with that, I would rather debut and become an idol and let people in the galaxy listen to it.
My singing, look at my dancing."
As he spoke, he turned on the playback of his Walkman and started dancing in the booth to the nostalgic golden songs on the spot, and the air was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.
"You can just pretend to agree, and then we empty out Sparta's treasury, sail away, and find a place to be at ease."
Just when everyone was happy, the little raccoon licked the coffee and made a suggestion.
"Fuck!" Peter stopped dancing, bent down and patted Rocket's tail, looking very angry: "Why didn't you tell me at that time that there was such a way? Frank, I feel so bad now! I'm so stupid!"
"Haha, Star-Lord is a big fool!" Drax laughed and clapped, stood up, raised his hands and looked around, announcing this to everyone in the cafe.
Although there were no customers, the store manager and waiters were still there, and Peter just wanted to cover his face and hide under the table.
He really did this, but as soon as he opened his eyes between his fingers, he saw a person standing at the table and saw the familiar black and yellow metal boots.
He suddenly stood up and hit his head on the table. He squatted down again, slowly crawled out from the side, rubbed his head and asked the person who suddenly appeared: "Old captain, why are you here? Please sit down, do you want some coffee?
?”
Looking at so many coffee pots on the table, Su Ming didn't quite understand why these aliens loved drinking coffee so much. Maybe they were watering Groot? But let it go.
In order not to expose the differences between the two earths, Batman would not drink any famous coffee sold here. The products here were similar to instant coffee.
"No, I never take advantage of others." Deathstroke patted Peter on the shoulder and nodded to everyone: "Yondu, we meet again, and Nebula, welcome to Earth."
"Hello, Mage Supreme, Starhawk has been looking for you recently." Yondu stood up, beat his chest, fist-bumped with Deathstroke and said hello, full of worldly atmosphere: "It's about their beliefs."
"Oh, what do you mean by Arcturus Eagle God? I once promised them to help reshape Arcturus. It's a small matter and can be done in a while. Why did you think of the earth this time?"
With the Tesseract in hand, reshaping a planet is just a trivial matter. Su Ming was just too busy to take care of it before. After all, alien matters always have a lower priority.
"After all, the earth is my home and the spaceship is mine. They have to follow me wherever I want to go." Star-Lord patted his chest arrogantly and sat down with Death Knell: "Are you off today? Do you want to go to dinner together?
?”
"I just came back from the parallel universe. I just walked around the city and relaxed for a while. Dinner is skipped. I have a task I want to entrust to you." Su Ming sat down, took out a few bags of biscuits from his pocket, and asked them to
Eat with coffee.
"Am I Groot?" The tree man tilted his head and asked curiously.
"He's asking what your mission is." Rocket translated his friend's words. The little raccoon has been very honest since Deathstroke appeared.
"I've calculated that there will be a big change in the Kree Empire recently. Their home planet Hala should be about to explode. I want you to help me make a trip and collect some data on the explosion of the planetary system." Deathstroke said mysteriously.
A task is given.
Star-Lord hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "I can take the mission, but I haven't heard of any big news from the Kree people recently? Why did the home planet explode?"
"The Supreme Intelligence has not found the direction of racial evolution. He has done some genetic experiments that I recommended to him back then, and has been taking risks for a long time... But just like many people benefited from the disintegration of the Soviet Union, an empire collapsed
..."
Death Knell took out the biscuits and thought about it, then left some instant hotpots for them.
"I understand, if you put it like that, I understand." Star-Lord showed a lewd smile and banged his chest: "We still want to rob tombs, but we will just watch their home planet turn into a tomb first."
"As long as you understand, I have always been interested in the large vat of green liquid filled with supreme wisdom. Help me get that, as well as the items on these lists, and I can exchange them for a new, more advanced spaceship.
.”
The spaceship that Star-Lord is driving now is still the one that Deathstroke gave him back then. Su Ming thinks that he is quite obedient and can give him some benefits.
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At the same time, on the other side of New York, Gwen's father, Director Stacey, was opening the iron gate of the short-term detention room and tilting his head towards a short figure inside:
"You can leave, someone will bail you out."
The funny figure slid down from the wooden bench, grabbed the floppy hat on the side, said goodbye to the inmates, and followed the footsteps of the deputy director. He murmured in a strange voice:
"This is a mistake. I am also an American citizen. It was those bureaucrats who refused to give me a green card. I am not a stowaway! At least not the kind of stowaway you think!"
"I know, Mr. Duck, but the rules are the rules. No one has ever seen a talking duck, so naturally it is impossible to give a duck a green card." The director personally sent the strange duck covered with feathers out of the police station: "And you were arrested this time.
The arrest was for driving without a license."
"In my past world, ducks were people! I would like to get a driver's license, but getting a driver's license requires resident status, and I don't even have a social security account!"
Howard the Duck is a bit hysterical. He has been driven crazy since arriving on this earth.
"We are the police. We don't care about the Transportation Bureau. It's useless for you to yell at me." The chief opened the door of the police station and pushed Ducky's back to drive him out: "If possible, I don't want to be there.
You are a waste of police force, but society needs order, your existence is a problem, goodbye!"
After saying that, the door closed, leaving the duck in a suit standing alone in the afterglow of the setting sun, his shadow on the high steps stretched very long by the setting sun.
But he was not alone. His bailee was waiting for him in a car on the roadside. He was a bulletproof SUV with the rear window down. A one-eyed black man with a bald head looked at him like he was looking at a roast duck and said:
"Mr. Howard Duck, this is Nick Fury and we need to talk."