The Death Knell

"A bunch of silly Xs."

Nebula sitting next to Kamora hugs her arms. She has no thoughts of drinking coffee, just complaining.

From betraying Thanos, joining the Guardians of the Galaxy, and then killing Thanos not long ago, until today.

She has been complaining all the time, like a bitter woman.

Of course, it may also be because 60% of her body's organs have been replaced with metal machinery, so she can't drink or drink coffee, and she can hardly participate in all the entertainment activities of the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Well, the entertainment life of these people is drinking, and space travel is actually quite torturous. Just thinking about the problem of the spacecraft will cause everyone to be frozen into ice lump. This pressure is enough.

What's more, that's probably a happy way to die in the universe.

"Fur, fur, young people, it's normal to be energetic, anyway, if you have money to complete the task, it's better to get money." On the contrary, Yongdu beside Peter was more relaxed, and he blew into the coffee cup, like whistling. "In this way, Peter can better provide for me in the future. This is the custom of your people on earth? It's really a good habit to provide for the elderly."

"You are not old enough to kill, and don't blow, your whistle is moving in your pocket! You are going to stab yourself to death!"

Xingjue squinted his eyes, his feelings for Yongdu are very complicated, probably a sequelae of Stockholm syndrome.

In short, something happened. Now that Yongdu has no spacecraft, he is following the Guardians of the Galaxy.

"That... Peter." Sister Mantis 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 don't you agree? If you become a king, Don’t all of us need to wander around, right?"

Xingjue touched his moustache, he had a beard shape similar to that of a death knell:

"What's so good about being a king? It's a king of a planet. I can't manage to give me an elementary school class. I am not born with that material. Rather than making my debut as an idol, let the people in the galaxy listen to it. My singing, look at my dancing."

As he said, he turned on the external player of the Walkman, and on the spot, as the nostalgic golden tune began to dance in the deck, the air was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

"You can completely falsely agree, and then we emptied Spartan's treasury, sailed away, and found a place to be free and easy."

Just when everyone was happy, Zhuge Little Raccoon licked the coffee afterwards and made a suggestion.

"Fuck!" Peter stopped dancing, bent down and patted the rocket's tail, looking very angry: "Why didn't you tell me that there is such a way? Fuck, my heart hurts so badly now! I'm so stupid!"

"Haha, Xingjue is a big idiot!" Drax laughed and applauded, and 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. 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 by the table and saw the familiar black and yellow metal boots.

Suddenly stood, his head hit 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 and have coffee. ?"

Seeing so many coffee pots on the table, Su Ming didn't quite understand why these aliens love coffee so much, probably watering Groot? But forget it.

In order not to expose the difference between the two earths, Batman puts any famous coffee on the shelves. The goods here are similar to instant coffee, so I don't drink it.

"No, I've never liked it." The death knell patted Peter on the shoulder, and nodded at everyone: "Yongdu, meet again, and Nebula, welcome to earth."

"Hello, Supreme Mage, Star Eagle is looking for you recently." Yongdu stood up and beat his chest, and greeted the death knell with a fist, full of Jianghu breath: "It's the thing about their belief."

"Oh, what does Arcturus Eagle God mean? I once promised them to help reshape Arcturus. Small things will be done in a while. Why do you think of the earth this time?"

With the Universe Cube in hand, reshaping a planet is just a trivial matter. Su Ming was just too busy before. After all, alien affairs are always low priority.

"The earth is my home after all, and the spaceship is mine. They will follow me wherever I want to go." Xingjue slapped his chest arrogantly and sat down with the death knell: "Are you resting today? Do you want to go to dinner together? ?"

"As soon as I came back from the parallel universe, I just wandered around in the city. Relaxed. Dinner would be avoided. I have a task I want to entrust to you." Su Ming sat down, took out a few bags of biscuits from his pockets, and told them to do it. Eating with coffee.

"I'm Groot?" The tree man asked curiously, tilting his head.

"He's asking what's your mission." Rocket translated what his friend said, and the little raccoon was honest since the death knell appeared.

"Let me figure it out. The Kerry Empire will have a major change recently. Their home planet Hara should be about to explode. I want you to help me take a trip and collect some data on the explosion of the planetary system." The death knell mysteriously. A task is given.

Xingjue hesitated for a while, then nodded: "I can take the mission, but I haven't heard of any major movement from the Cree people recently? Why does the home star explode?"

"The Supreme Wisdom did not find the direction of racial evolution. He did some genetic experiments that I recommended to him back then. He has been desperate for a long time... But just like the disintegration of the Soviet Union, many people have reaped the benefits. An empire collapsed. ......"

I took out the death knell of the biscuits for a while, and left them a few convenient hot pots.

"Understood, I understand you when you say that." Xingjue showed a lewd smile and slapped his chest loudly: "I'm still going to robber the tomb. It's just to watch their home star turn into a tomb first."

"It’s good to understand. I’ve always been interested in the big tank of green liquid filled with supreme wisdom. Help me get that, and the items on these lists. I can exchange it for a new, more advanced spacecraft. ."

The spaceship Xing Jue is currently driving is still the one that the death knell gave him back then. Su Ming thinks he is quite obedient and can do something good.

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At the same time, on the other side of New York, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Gwen's father, Director Stacy, was opening the iron fence of the short-term detention room and tilted his head towards a small figure inside:

"You can go, someone bail you."

The funny figure slid down from the wooden bench, grabbed the soft hat on the side, and after bidding farewell to the inmates, he twisted and twisted to follow the footsteps of the deputy director, and he muttered in a strange voice:

"This is a mistake. I am also an American citizen. The bureaucrats did not give me a green card. I am not a smuggler! At least not the kind of smuggling you think!"

"I know, Mr. Dark, but the rules are the rules. No one has seen a talking duck, so naturally it is impossible to give a green card to the duck." The arrest was due to driving without a license."

"In the world I used to, ducks were humans! I wanted to take a driver's license, but the test requires a resident status. I don't even have a social security account!"

Howard Strange Duck is a bit hysterical, since he arrived on this earth, he has been driven crazy.

"We are the police. It doesn't matter if you talk to me regardless of the Traffic and Transportation Administration." The chief opened the door of the police station and pushed the duck out of the back. "If possible, I don't want to be there. Police are wasted on you, but society needs order, your existence is a problem, goodbye!"

After speaking, the door was closed, leaving the duck in a suit standing alone in the afterglow of the setting sun. The shadow was on the high steps, stretched very long by the setting sun.

But he was not alone. The bailer was waiting for him in the car on the side of the road. A bulletproof SUV, with the rear window down, and the one-eyed black man with a bald head looked at him with his eyes on the roast duck and said:

"Mr. Howard Dark, this is Nick Fury, we need to talk."