"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My cousin is helping me to do evil. Now I'm afraid to go home."
After seeing this scene, Deadpool was helpless. He slumped on the chair, his face became distorted, he looked into the air and cried:
"Old fellows, what is written in the book "Fortress Besieged" is so damn right. People in the city will indeed want to escape. Thank you for sending me the big plane. Thank you! Wow, oh, oh, it's really hard for me.
It’s getting dark now, and I don’t dare to go home. Some people say that I am acting, and I am playing NM. Thank you family for the skyscraper, I love you, woo woo woo.”
Seeing him playing tricks, Su Ming knew that he was fine, and that was fine.
As for Wade's statement, maybe it is partly true, because he is a believer in the creed that "the greater the ability, the less responsible". For his cousin, responsibility is what he hates the most.
It seems that I still have to talk to Xia Kaela later. Don't keep talking about family responsibilities and other things. At least let Wade feel freer, even if it is an illusion.
Asking his bitch cousin to go aside and cry, Su Ming took over the rest of the work. After all, the night was still very long, and Superboy's performance would continue.
Now that he has just left Berlin, he will go to Hamburg next, and then cross the sea to London.
"Adjutant, have you sent out the soft copy used to promote Superboy?"
While remotely instructing Superboy on how to save people and how to speak, Su Ming methodically paid attention to the progress of other arrangements.
"It has been released one after another, and the three billion navy accounts have started to forward it and are being processed."
The emotionless split program replied that she didn't even have an avatar, and her voice was a mechanical electronic sound.
But as long as it works.
While Deathstroke was busy in the Origin Universe, he was somewhere in the universe in Marvel 40K Earth next door.
The great voyage of the universe began with great vigor, and star fields such as Centaur and Andromeda suddenly became lively. People joined this gold-mining journey one after another, hoping to gain profits and a future from the changes of the times.
Some people are lucky and have already made their first pot of gold; while there are naturally unlucky ones who are not so lucky and their bodies have disappeared in the dark space.
Returns always come with risks, and everyone knows this, so when news of an unlucky person occasionally comes out, most people will just smile scornfully and believe that their luck will be better.
Because the income is too high now. Human beings have just entered the universe, so all the finds in space represent huge value as long as they are brought back to the earth, let alone businesses such as land reclamation or space mining. It is really worth it.
People are going to risk their lives.
This is the best of times. Although most people don’t know why Wilson Group sells spaceships, allowing many people to gain access to the space game, in view of the fact that Wilson Group has established a reputation since the 1930s.
Good reputation, most people believe it is doing charity.
Of course, things have to be viewed from two sides. For some humans, being able to travel to the universe is good news, but for humans who originally rely on the universe to beg for food, it is not so good.
"No, don't hang up, the price can still be negotiated." Sitting in the cab of the spaceship, Star-Lord begged an alien who looked like a pig head on the screen: "One million credits, we can do this job
Guardians of the Galaxy can pick it up."
"Humph, no need." The wild boar alien nodded repeatedly. The nod of this race means denial, and it made a pig sound: "Your compatriots can only be made for 300,000 yuan. There is no need for you scum.
"
After saying that, he cut off the communication, he was so heartless.
"Fuck! You stupid thing, a heartless pig. Didn't you cheat one of his engines last time? He actually holds a grudge like this?!"
Star-Lord jumped up from the captain's seat and cursed, caring for the eighteenth generation of the pig-headed man's ancestors:
"Next time, don't let me meet him in a deserted star field, otherwise I will squeeze out all the fat from him and fry him!"
"Fried chicken! Oh yeah! Where is the fried chicken?!" Drax in the back row stood up happily. The strong man wiped the corners of his mouth and looked around: "Fried chicken is my favorite!"
"Sit down, there's nothing wrong with you."
Rocket on the driver's seat turned his head and said something. He stopped the spacecraft in place, let it float, and said to Star-Lord:
"You are the captain, you have to think of a solution. The reward Deathstroke gave us is this new ship, which is quite good, but this thing consumes three times the energy of our previous ship. If we can't make any more money, we will continue
When you come down, you will become a floating corpse in space."
"It's all the fault of Star-Lord's compatriots on Earth. They are maliciously competing against each other."
Gamora crossed her long legs on the front seat, and the green-skinned alien used a laser knife to trim her nails angrily:
"The smuggling job we just did had to pass through the Shi'ar Empire's borders. Once discovered, there would be no trace of the body left. It is not a business that novices should do, let alone only 300,000 yuan? What a shitty money to make.
"
Even Star-Lord couldn't guarantee that he could run this route without being discovered by the Shi'ar fleet. He relied on Deathstroke's reputation. If he was caught, he would call for a sword fight, so even if the contraband was confiscated,
After all, you can save your life, right?
The old captain's reputation is very useful there. Although he is strong in sword fighting, he has long been defeated by Deathstroke.
But not all humans can enjoy this face, that is, Star Lord, AKA Star Gigolo, can get the favor of the old captain.
"Then what can we do?" Mantis Girl raised her hand weakly to speak, and looked at the people on the bridge with her big eyes: "Deathstroke hired us to shoot a promotional video, and it was finished. Now a large number of humans are pouring into space, isn't it?
Does it prove that we shot well?”
Her implication was that everyone was responsible for it. The death knell paid off the reward. This spaceship was really good, and the promised medicines were all given.
"Young people, you are still young, haha."
With nothing to do, Yondu, who was sitting in the radar operator's seat, took a puff of his cigar. He was a man who looked as calm as Groot:
"If you don't have anything to eat, just keep working for Deathstroke. You stupid boy, Peter, can still starve to death based on your friendship with him. You don't know what Deathstroke means in the universe now, right? Anyway, I
I heard that the eagle gods of Arcturus are extremely respectful to him."
As one of the demon gods who often appeared in the main plane in the past, the Eagle God was famous for his cruelty and brutal attitude towards foreigners. However, it is not without reason that he is so submissive to a human being now.
"I am Groot?" The tree man was a little confused.
"I know this. Slade helped Starhawk and the others reshape the Arcturus Galaxy, so Hawkgod owes him a favor."
Star-Lord touched his chin and thought about his adoptive father's advice. However, as a free space predator, he still had some psychological barriers to working for a family, so he said:
"It's decided, let's go to Arcturus to try our luck. They are full of things to do there. Maybe there will be a chance?"
The so-called opportunity, to put it bluntly, is to choose one of business, robbery, archeology, bodyguarding, theft, smuggling, etc. Anyway, the Guardians of the Galaxy are mercenaries. As long as they can make money, they can do any job.