Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Several wine glasses filled with orange-yellow liquid collided together, and the atmosphere in the tavern that was open all night in the void was quite lively.

cheers!

Amid the cheers in several languages, Peter Quill, who was tired and hungry after a busy day, was yelling and enjoying a drink with a group of alien mercenaries who had just met for less than 10 minutes.

While taking a big gulp of wine, he grabbed the suspicious-colored barbecue with his other hand, put it in his mouth, and took a hard bite.

Well, the taste of the meat is not bad.

But Quill absolutely didn't want to guess where the meat came from, and he forced himself not to think about it.

In the most dangerous and chaotic business in the galaxy, Peter Quill has survived at this age safely, relying on a heart that must be big enough at critical moments.

And the cunning engraved in the bones and soul, and enough cleverness.

Of course, the pirate thinking of carpe diem is also very important.

It can help Peter Quill retain hope in life at all times, even though it seems that he has no hope at all.

Relying on the predator accent he learned from childhood and the experience of making friends accumulated in the first half of his travels, plus a cosmic translator obtained from Xandar, Peter had a good time with the group of aliens around him. .

These guys are a bunch of dangerous elements.

When they were drunk, they kept their weapons within easy reach. While enjoying their leisure, their fierce eyes were still sizing up Quill.

Use a way to observe prey, or look at Kaizi's eyes.

But Quill didn't care.

Because he is the same as this group of shameless interstellar pirates who have no bottom line, they are the same kind of people.

It's always relaxing to mix among the same kind, and what about the most popular saying in the interstellar pirate community?

A bunch of interstellar pirates are in the tavern, and if they can't have fun with any guy who wants to trade your head for money, then they'll never be!

Word of wisdom, right?

Seriously, the beer served in The Nothing sucks.

The taste was a little bit better than swill, even though Peter had never really drank swill when he was hanging out on Earth or in the Southern Milky Way.

However, in just a few days, across half of the galaxy, and experienced several dangerous crises, being able to keep the guy who eats and drink a glass of wine, what is there to complain about?

Besides, how much can he expect from this newly developed place where bad guys gather?

Well, bro, you smell good, where are you from?

After a few cups of stellar piss, the atmosphere among this group of aliens who were just strangers also became heated. While they were preparing to place bets for the next round of the Beast Fighting game, they began to chat loudly. Chat up.

Well, in the rules of the Interstellar Pirates, this link is called finding out.

It is to find out the details of the target through language communication, see if he is slick, and whether he is stupid, and then discuss what reasons should be used to lure him out of the tavern

In the end, it was taken to the alley and killed, leaving only a naked corpse, not even a corpse!

Small talk is not only a weapon of secret agents, but also the best method of criminals.

Peter Quill, who is a native of Earth and an interstellar pirate, does not know a fellow named Merlin Riley, nor has he ever heard Merlin say such wise words.

But he is familiar with this set.

In the past, he has used this trick more than once to deal with the Kaizi he found in other taverns.

Predators must have the consciousness of being prey, and always treat others as a winner, and one day you will become a winner in the eyes of another group of people.

The Southern Milky Way, just arrived today.

Quill, who was holding the steak, was neither afraid nor flustered, and leaned against the bar of the tavern like an old fritter.

While taking out a few coins from his pocket and throwing them into the betting column of the Beast Fighting game, he was talking to some malicious alien mercenaries around him, like bragging Same.

He couldn't bring himself to complain:

I got mixed up with Yondu, have you heard of his name? The leader of the South Galaxy Marauders

Several aliens around Peter Quill looked at each other, and finally a monster-like guy with three heads answered:

Of course I've heard of it. Yondu used to be the villainous captain of the Marauder Grand Fleet, but he was kicked out of the Grand Fleet because of some things. He went to the Southern Galaxy to start with nothing, and built a big career in more than ten years.

A malicious alien next to him also booed:

But everyone knows that Yondu has always been in the Southern Galaxy. He and his people will never enter this star field. It is said that they are avoiding conflicts with the predator fleet. I said, brother, are you here? Bragging.

This is it.

Peter Quill, with a bruise remaining on his face, shrugged.

He turned around, leaned against the bar, grabbed a glass of wine, and said to the others:

I took a private job. It's very troublesome and terrible. You should all understand it.

Follow the stingy boss and you will never try to make money. If you want to get money, you have to work hard. This is the fate of us people, the fate of fuckers.

This sentence made the interstellar pirates around him nod one after another. Everyone is old and knows that this thin guy is right.

Quill himself gritted his teeth and said:

I'm really unlucky, do you know? Three days ago, I was still in Xandaar star and fell in love with a Romilon chick, but I accidentally heard that there was a chance to get rich, so I ran away. Land of the Cree.

As if telling a story about his own bad luck, he took a sip of wine and said:

It's in a ghostly place on the border of the Cree Empire. Some people say there is a treasure there. I went there and found nothing but trouble!

If you give me another chance, I will definitely stay as far away from that damn job as possible.

Bragging!

The three aliens who spoke just now basically concluded that the guy in front of him was bragging.

He said disdainfully:

Everyone knows that for more than a month, the two fleets of Ronan the Accuser have been patrolling the border of the Kree Empire. Who can sneak in? With your small physique?

The alien's words aroused the noise of a group of drunkards, who laughed and accused Quill of being a cowhide.

The latter didn't explain and looked calm.

He waited for those colleagues to finish laughing, then sipped the bad-tasting wine, and said slowly:

Well, you all know that Ronan's fleet is on patrol, so guess what event can attract the attention of the brutal and powerful Kerry warlord?

What's the matter again, it's worth his trouble to mobilize two fleets to block the border? Those are two fleets!

Quill snorted and said:

Geniuses, use your rusty brains and think about it.

Oh, right.

The earth pirate took a sip of his wine slowly, and threw out another piece of news that made the people in the tavern mess up. He said:

Your news is outdated. The Kerry fleet blocking the border is no longer there.

The two fleets are heading towards the void at full speed, and they will arrive here in a few hours. Let's guess again, who is that fleet coming for?

There was no sound in the noisy tavern just now.

A few guys who were still clear-headed immediately grabbed the communicator and shouted something to their friends outside the star port in various languages.

This action caused others to follow suit, and within ten seconds, the entire tavern was filled with whispering voices.

No one even cares about the prepared beast game.

Peter Quill, who was pretending to be drinking, quietly stretched out his finger.

Between nimble and stealthy movements, the piles of coins and the most valuable collateral in the betting area disappeared into his beating hands like performing magic.

Tsk tsk, this guy is still a top thief.

The Kerry fleet is really heading in this direction!

A bad news exploded in the tavern like a depth charge, followed by more news.

As an interstellar pirate, everyone has their own news channels, and those youngsters who don't pay attention to intelligence will find it difficult to get along in this business.

I heard that a group of thieves stole the treasures of the Cree, and Ronan the Accuser was furious! That lunatic mobilized two fleets to come here.

Ronan issued a warning to this star field 20 minutes ago. He asked any force not to interfere with the Kree people's hunt, otherwise it will be regarded as an act of war!

My buddy told me that he just sailed through the sea of ​​stars near the Kree fleet. He said that the Kree warships are ready for annihilation war, and the goal of the course is the land of nothingness

One bad news after another was shared in the tavern.

No matter what race the other pirates were, no matter whether they had an organ like a face, no matter whether they could convey accurate emotions, in short, everyone panicked.

The most astute group of people already sensed that something was wrong.

They rushed out of the tavern and ran towards Xinggang.

This behavior was like an introduction, and within a few minutes, the entire tavern became empty.

The business of interstellar pirates looks cool, and they all claim to be a group of interstellar prodigals, but in fact, pirates are pirates, and there is no difference between the stars and the earth.

A pirate without a leader will never be able to fight against a menacing regular army.

What's more, what they have to face now is the most notorious, warlike, and outrageous Cree in the galaxy. Who can blame them for being like terrified mice?

Ding

Peter Quill, who was finally full, raised his head and burped.

He slowly took out the wallet that had just come in from his pocket, took out a wad of money, put it in his pocket, then took out a few coins from the wallet, bounced them into the air, and smashed them on the bar.

This is food and drink money.

Of course, only pay your share!

Amidst the crisp sound of the metal coin, Quill looked around, and he was shocked to find that the tavern owner seemed to be scared away by the bad news he brought.

This guy shrugged helplessly, opened the bar cabinet deftly, hacked into the computer at the cash register with a device strapped to his wrist, and transferred all the stars in the bar to his account.

It's a windfall.

Quill looked at the beating numbers on his wrist, and he whistled triumphantly.

But soon, the guy's expression became downcast, a little frustrated.

He scratched his messy hair and stroked his well-groomed beard.

He whispered:

You have a life to make money, but you don't have a life to spend.

The earth pirate propped his chin with his hands, his face was full of irritability and thought, and a look of bewilderment that his life was about to come to an end.

He recalled what had happened in the past few days, there was an incomprehensible absurdity in his eyes, and he seemed to be in a dream. He said to himself:

How did I mess with Ronan?

How did you get to where you are now?

—

Peter Quill's story is, well, honestly not complicated.

The story of his 8-year-old life is as follows:

He was born on Earth, Colorado, and was raised by a single mother. His mother died of cancer when he was 8 years old. (ps1.)

Little Quill was very sad, so he rushed out of his home that night.

As a result, I just met the interstellar pirates who were going to plunder the earth

Then the second stage of his life, starting at the age of 9, is completely different from 99.99999% of the earth children.

From the night he was taken to the present, Quill has been raised in the circle of interstellar pirates in the southern galaxy.

There is nothing difficult to understand about the plot of the life story, everything is logical, but the logic is somewhat difficult to accept

Uh, if Merlin was here, he would definitely scoff at the story of Peter Jason Quill. The Raven Lord, who started everything from conspiracy theories, would never believe it.

But the hero of the story himself does not care.

He was so young when he was taken off Earth by Yondu, the leader of the star pirates and the leader of the Southern Galactic Marauders, that it was difficult for him to understand what happened.

Besides, without his mother, the earth has nothing to miss for him.

In short, Quill has been living with the most dangerous group of people in the stars for more than 20 years, like a weak sponge, constantly absorbing the wisdom of survival from the scum of the galaxy around him.

Then he lived up to everyone's expectations and became the top scumbag, first-rate thief, second-rate fighter, third-rate bastard, and last-rate pirate in Southern Galaxy.

yeah he did pretty badly in the pirate business

Basically, he has remained at the rookie stage, probably because as an Earthling, he still has a bottom line.

But 3 days ago, Quill's life suddenly took a 180° reversal.

He hooked up with an ignorant girl, and his life of relying on his cleverness to mess around suddenly entered an intense rhythm that only superheroes can experience.

And all of this started from the moment he obeyed his desire to make a fortune and set foot on the border planet of the Cree Empire.

ps1:

Star-Lord was born in Missouri in the movie, but Colorado in the comics.