marvel monster

Chapter 564 Freedom

In the early morning, the scattered sunlight shone on Quill's face.

"Jingle Bell!"

The piercing sound of the alarm clock made the drunken Quill feel irritated. He stretched out his arms from the bed in a daze and groped on the bedside table for a while, but in the end?

"Boom"

Quill, who couldn't reach the button to turn off the ringtone, felt irritated and threw the alarm clock out roughly.

With that crisp click sound,

Since then, the world has been quiet, and the irritability in my heart has also disappeared.

As for Quill?

He turned around comfortably and continued to sleep with his head covered.

There was no way, he was too tired. He drank a lot last night and didn't fall asleep until three in the morning.

It was only seven in the morning, and Quill could only sleep for four hours.

Adults need eight hours of sleep to keep their lives functioning.

At this moment, the sequelae of alcoholism and lack of sleep made Quill's brain just want to rest.

But for some reason, Quill, who was lying on the bed, couldn't fall asleep even though his eyes were closed, as if something had been forgotten by him?

But the exhaustion of his brain and the lack of his body kept reminding Quill

Stop thinking about it and take a rest.

Just like that, another three hours later, Quill woke up from peeing in a daze, and at the moment he went to the toilet, he unconsciously glanced at the dazzling 9:17 minute notice.

Quil was stunned for a moment. He seemed to realize something, and his face instantly turned pale.

Then a chilling wail sounded from the bathroom.

The voice was full of desolation, making people's faces change when they heard it, and their hearts felt inexplicably a little sad.

Two minutes later, Fairbank, an old broker who was repairing antique pistols downstairs, looked at Quill who hurried down, with a flash of doubt in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

Facing the inquiry of the old broker.

Quill, who looked pale and had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, responded in a panic.

"It's too late to say it, Fairbank, I'm done."

And looking at Quill's frightened look?

The old broker couldn't help but look a little more serious, and he asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

The old broker already knows about the relationship between Quill and Yondu.

He knew that Yondu really raised Quill as his own son. Recently, he also tried to ease the relationship between Nagini and Quill.

He didn't ask for anything else, just that Quill wouldn't die. After all, he had a very good relationship with Yondu.

But later he discovered that Nagini didn't seem to care about Quil's previous offense. At most, he just asked him to clean the tables and chairs in the store and tidy up.

So gradually, the old broker stopped paying attention to Quill's affairs.

In fact, although Quill didn't get a penny from working in Nagini's store, he at least had enough security.

You must know that the current situation is getting worse and worse.

There was also a report two days ago about the accidental death of a Centurion of the Nova Corps.

Accident?

I'm afraid he was assassinated.

The old broker knows these things better than anyone else.

All signs indicate that the Kree Empire and the Nova Empire are about to go to war, so it may not be a bad thing for Quill to stay in Nagini's shop.

At least you don't have to worry about life safety.

Of course, Quill didn't think of this, or he subconsciously regarded Nagini as an evil dragon, and felt that Nagini's side was the most dangerous place in the entire universe!

So at this moment, his mind was already occupied by fear, his body was trembling slightly, and his back was wet with a lot of cold sweat.

His face was pale and his expression was filled with unprecedented fear.

"I'm late for work, Mr. Fairbank, and Mr. Nagini is going to kill me."

"Damn, what was I supposed to say? Why did I smash that alarm clock."

Quill's voice was filled with tears. It was obvious that the -meter-old boy had been frightened to tears. His mind was filled with the terrifying figure of the evil dragon.

Will he eat himself?

Yes, that evil dragon will definitely eat me!

I'm about to die, I don't have a girlfriend, I haven't given the Milano a nice spray paint.

Why is he dying so soon?

Why is God so cruel!

However, he saw Quill push the door open with a desperate expression and looked down at his half-restored antique pistol.

A strange look appeared on the old broker's face

"Wait, what are you talking about? Haven't you been fired by Nagini?"

His body suddenly froze, and Quill was completely stunned. He turned to look at the old broker in shock, "Wait, I'm fired?"

The memory of the drinking video in his mind, scenes appeared in front of Quill's eyes.

He remembered!

Yesterday afternoon, he worked in Nagini's store as usual and started wiping the tables and chairs for the seventh time.

However, just when Quill thought he was going to work in this store for the rest of his life, Nagini suddenly said to him, "Well, you don't have to come tomorrow."

Yes, the evil dragon is finally letting himself go.

That day, Quill spent all his savings and sold a basket full of spirits.

He didn't know how much he drank, but Quill knew that he was happy. The joy in his heart and the unprecedented sense of freedom made him drink bottle after bottle.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that Quil, who had vomited countless times, fell into a drowsy sleep.

So, is this all true?

Quill's eyes flashed with astonishment. He turned to look at the old broker and saw the seriousness in his eyes.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, embracing the sky with his excited hands.

"Free, I'm free!!!"

At this moment, Quill felt as if he owned the world.

At the same time, in the coffee shop opposite Quill, Nagini could not help but roll her eyes when looking at the excited Quill.

"Sabi!"

In fact, Nagini said last week that she wanted to let Quill go. She was not playing tricks on him, but she was really preparing to let him go.

Of course, what I said two days ago is also true.

In fact, there was nothing left to analyze about Star-Lord. Nagini had already gotten all the answers she could get from him, if she didn't want to see if there were any unexpected gains.

Quayle should have left a week ago.

But did Quill really think it was all over?

Don't make trouble, Nagini is looking forward to Quill's reaction when he returns to the planet Xandar again and brings the Power Stone.

He believed that it would give him a deeper understanding of the auxiliary system and the universe.

At the same time, on the other side of the Xandar planet, in the night-shrouded forest, Centurion Roman was wearing a set of standard armor, his eyes flashing solemnly.

At the forefront of his sight was a well-hidden Kree Empire fortress that was secretly built on the planet Xandar a few months ago.

Xandar Planet has known about this fortress for a long time, but it has never revealed anything.

Well, the top brass of the Nova Empire are always fishing.

But unfortunately, things were a little different from what they thought.

This stronghold of the Kree Empire is indeed of great value, but the problem is that there are still a lot of dangerous elements inside.

More than half of the lunatics, like Saleh who once assassinated him, came from the Skeleton Prison.

The Nova Legion tried to capture this place, but one centurion died, and another centurion was severely injured. Roman also knew this injured centurion, and he was the centurion Nai who often looked down upon him. Virtue.

Yes, the report that went viral recently on the Internet is true. The Nova Empire really sacrificed a centurion, and even a centurion was severely injured.

And this time?

Looking at the woman behind him who was wearing a blue and gold tights, Roman had a questioning look in his eyes.

"Captain Carroll, the Kree Empire's base camp is across the street. Do we really want to attack by force?"

Carol nodded without any hesitation, "Of course!"

But Roman next to him felt a toothache. He tried to express his meaning in a tactful way.

"I think it's better to be cautious. A centurion died last time."

According to the information he knew, the opponent's strength was not weak.

Although most of them are not as good as Saleh, there are still seven or eight top experts who are not inferior to Saleh, and there may even be existences stronger than Saleh.

After all, ordinary people cannot suppress these lunatics.

However, Carol shook her head. She shook her long golden hair, and her eyebrows were full of confidence. "No, Roman, you don't understand. The failure last time was not because they were strong, but because there was no me!"

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