Pirates: The Black Earl

Cosmic Starry Sky, Destroyer.

This is a medium-sized spaceship with a very steampunk style. It looks like a flattened French stick standing upright. Some kind of brown metal is beaten on the shell one by one by rivets, which looks like broken pieces that have been sewn together. Cloth.

The tail propeller was emitting blue flames, the cabin was roaring, and even the chair was shaking, making one wonder if it would fall apart in the next second.

But unfortunately, even though the process of supercharged acceleration lasted for a long time, until she arrived at the black market planet, the spaceship was still intact.

"I don't know why we are here." The speaker is a white male with a height of more than 1.8 meters, a Telan, at least in the universe, wearing a long wine red trench coat, whose real name is Peter Jason. Quill, of course he prefers people to call him... Star-Lord.

"There are too many of us here, Yondu, from the port to here, do you know how many jerks I've caught trying to steal money from me?"

"It's your colleague, boy." The blue centaur who led a group of people forward said without looking back.

"The things that the looters look at can only rely on this to speak."

After saying that, Yondu patted his waist.

Pinned there is his unique weapon, a self-propelled arrow, controlled by a brain wave device and whistle embedded in the top of his head.

"Hahahaha, that's right, boss!"

A group of marauders laughed and raised their weapons.

On the dirty and technologically-sounding streets, passers-by took a detour.

Star-Lord Yondu, who has not yet betrayed him at this time, shook his head, shrugged and stopped talking.

There are places in this galaxy that are more suitable for indulgence than here. As the largest black market place in the galaxy, they only come here for one purpose.

Tanya Tiwan, nickname: The Collector.

Soon, led by a female servant with a purple complexion and a pair of fleshy bulges on the left and right cheeks, a group of people came to a metal building deep in the mining area.

Yondu took his deputy and Xingjue followed the maid to the top of the building by elevator, where there were already people waiting here.

The indoor lighting was dim and the temperature was freezing cold. Standing among the containers holding all kinds of alien creatures and even intelligent alien races, in the gloomy atmosphere, the collector with white hair and thin cheeks opened his hands.

"Welcome to my collection, the notorious marauder, Yondu."

"Hello, Your Excellency 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 of the galaxy, and fighting hundreds of enemies before we finally got it."

Unlike Earth so...peaceful?

In the universe, especially the three-regardless area, there are no laws and no morals, and the rule that whoever finds it belongs to him is simply ridiculous.

Of course, Yondu's words must be exaggerated.

Collectors, of course, understood what he meant, but didn't mind.

Yondu nodded, and the deputy behind him walked up with the suitcase and placed the suitcase on the table.

Click!

Zizizi...

Instead of opening it, as the deputy pressed the password on the projection screen, the front of the box was split from it, and the silver-white metal scattered around and was collected by the edge.

After opening, three ugly fruits protected in a transparent container appeared in front of everyone.

With an expression of curiosity and contentment on his face, the collector puts on the chameleon-like raised eyepiece and examines it carefully.

"It's really beautiful. It's hard to imagine that there is such a fascinating thing in the universe!"

"I think they are like the undigested poop of the blue beast..." Xingjue muttered in a low voice, and suddenly blinked, and found that several people turned their heads and looked at him with different eyes.

Yondu's eyelids twitched wildly, wishing he could give him a whistle.

"Then...cough cough, Your Excellency Collector, the reward you promised..."

"Oh, of course." The collector withdrew his gaze, 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 taken a lot of effort to deliver it so quickly. Since you worked so hard, let it be 100 million for you, and three are 300 million..." The collector said calmly. After calculating the uncomplicated account in a calm tone, he asked, "What method do you want to use for the transaction? Transfer or cash?"

"Cash, of course."

The corner of Yondu's mouth twitched: "You know I haven't accepted transfers for many years."

Hearing this, Star-Lord behind Yondu gave him a strange look.

As looters, it is normal to receive cash as a reward. After all, few of them have clean backgrounds. It is best not to have their own accounts in certain empires.

But Yondu is different.

He was once a member of a large raider gang that spanned multiple galaxies, and since he couldn't have a legal account in other empires, it wasn't difficult to have an account within the raiders.

However, he has never used it, and seems to be trying his best to avoid something.

Collectors certainly know why.

But he just asked as usual, turned his head slightly, and 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 instrument, there are at least hundreds of identical boxes!

The Collector might not be the strongest and most dangerous character in the universe.

But he is definitely the richest!

The three of them took a box each, and 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 common currency can buy murderers, 300 million is undoubtedly a relatively large amount of money. huge sum of money.

"You are such a generous guest!" Yondu's old face burst into laughter.

"Next time if you need it again, please be sure to contact me."

"Oh, so I just remembered something."

The three people who were about to turn around and leave looked back in confusion, only to see the collector holding a tablet-like thing to control the mechanical arm to stuff the fruit into the empty space on the wall, and said without looking back.

"A big man contacted me a few days ago and asked me to give him a message when I see you."

"Big man? Me?" Yondu had an ominous premonition.

There are very few guys in the universe who can be called "big shots" by collectors, and none of them are easy to mess with.

Come to find yourself, it must be trouble!

"Well, that's right." Collector nodded.

"You should have heard the rumor that Thanos' running dogs, the Chitauri, were defeated by the natives of a certain planet not long ago."

"Of course." Yondu frowned.

"Although they tried their best to cover up the news, someone saw the Chitauri fleet fleeing in a hurry regardless of the damage to the hull and took pictures. The swarm of locusts was defeated by an indigenous civilization. Everyone wondered how Thanos would deal with it. them."

Suddenly, Yondu thought of something.

"Could it be that?!"

"Well, it's the 'could it be said'."

At this time, after finishing the work at hand, the collector turned around.

"The big man wants me to tell you 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 yourself."

grunt!

Yondu swallowed, and continued to ask like a repeater: "Who?"

tick...

Hiss!

A drop of magma slipped from the collector's fingertips, and the terrifying heat burned a hole in the metal tabletop. Slightly frowning and looking at the table, Collector took out the fire extinguisher and began to extinguish the fire skillfully, and replied.

"Egg!"

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The annual college entrance examination is coming soon. Although I don't think there are many candidates reading this book at this time, I still send my most sincere blessings here.

I wish you all a successful start and titles on the gold list!

A good university cannot determine the end of your life, but it determines the starting point when you enter the society.

Why work hard when you can take shortcuts?

So risk your life and charge forward!