Shadow of the Beautiful World

You tm will find trouble for me!

After Adam left, Yondu grabbed the drunk Quill's collar angrily, lowered his voice, and yelled at the young man:

I asked you to help me find the crew, not to bring me back a bunch of lunatic robots...

Does that make a difference?

Quill burped, and said indifferently:

Aren't robots bad? I think robots are much better than your dirty companions. You even want scum who do all kinds of evil, but don't you want better robots?

They will not disobey your orders, let alone give birth to dissent, and they don't even need to share the benefits. They are brave in battle and not afraid of death. The best part is that you only need a pile of oil to satisfy them.

I do! But they're not the same!

Yondu beat Quill's head frantically, and he said:

They are a group of robots with beliefs. You know, we predators only have creeds and no beliefs. It is not a good thing to have a relationship with them!

hehe

Quill laughed sarcastically, and said:

But I didn't see you rejecting Adam, and you didn't accept their funding happily, and you still want to regard the earth as your new home port.

Nonsense, it's an idiot who doesn't take advantage of it!

Yondu snorted, pushed Quill away, and said:

But robots alone are not enough. I am really worried that there are only a group of crazy robots around me.

Go ahead and find those villains that the earth can't tolerate. If you can, talk to the officials. I can take away those bastards that the prison can't handle!

A cold light flashed in the old pirate's eyes, and he said:

And I can guarantee that they will never have a chance to return to Earth...

Okay.

Quill didn't resist Yondu's orders, anyway, he didn't have important things to do when he stayed on Earth recently, and in this world, there was no need to worry about Yondu going crazy and trying to kill him.

This is Quill's own territory.

But before leaving, Quill, who was a little drunk, asked a question that had been buried in his heart for many years.

He looked at the crude brass emblem that Yondu pinned to his leather jacket, like a flame, and said:

I know this, this is the symbol of the Predator Grand Fleet, and I have heard people say that you used to be a captain of the Grand Fleet, but...why did you jump out and do it alone?

Quill asked curiously:

The Grand Fleet has never been active in the southern galaxy. Their territory is in the middle of the galaxy. After you left them, you still called yourself a predator. And I heard some gossip that you were exiled by them? Why?

Kids, don't ask these questions!

Yondu waved his hand irritably, and said:

Go and do your own thing.

Tell me.

Quill asked with a hippie smile, but was kicked on the ass by Yondu with a powerful mechanical prosthesis, and the whole person flew out in embarrassment.

Several minutes later, when Quill's figure disappeared into the elevator, Yondu turned his head with a gloomy face.

He closed his eyes, reached out and touched the quaint badge on his chest, gritted his teeth and said:

I was exiled for what?

Bah... Isn't it because of you little bastard and your bastard father who deserves to be hacked into pieces?

Ah, Quill! You ungrateful little thing, my whole life will be ruined by you...

After scolding, Yondu took another glass of wine and walked to the window of the living room. He looked at the quiet city night scene in front of him.

After a long time, the old pirate drank the wine in his hand.

Peter Quill, Son of God.

He dropped the wine glass in his hand, as if he was drunk, and said in a voice only he could hear:

If you were my son...

How nice...

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Yondu is definitely not the only one who stays up late at night and watches New York City in the dark.

In the dark night, there will always be a lot of petty theft incidents. In this case, don't expect the police uncles to come forward to stop them.

They are also tired, they are also human, and they also need to rest.

So at this time, those vigilante policemen who are full of energy and whose biological clock has completely exploded are called for.

According to statistics, in more than a year after the Battle of New York, the number of active vigilantes in New York City alone has more than doubled than before. This is not to say that the heroes have regained their past virtues.

It is purely because the speed of evolution of the stars has become faster, leading to the emergence of superhuman beings faster, and many people have the habit of staying up late. When they are insomnia, the irritable guys always want to vent their anger.

As a result, New York under the dark night also became lively.

Ding, ding, ding

The harsh alarm bells sounded in the dark alleys of Brooklyn, and a group of thieves wearing masks rushed out of the supermarket carrying the stolen items.

Grab something a bit shabby.

Some food, plus some change.

The owner of the supermarket didn't bother to call the police because of this loss, but the good neighbors in the block, those vigilantes would not sit idly by.

A few seconds after the alarm bell rang, a black figure jumped down from the roof, and rushed into the shadow like a cat. After several minutes of chasing in the dark alley, those little thieves were easily knocked down on the ground.

The vigilante who let out a sigh knocked out the little thieves, tied them with ropes and threw them in the corner, then called the police, and after notifying the location, they jumped on the roof again, planning to go to other places to hunt again .

Well, for what it's worth, it's a female hero.

And dress boldly.

The tight-fitting leather jacket outlines a perfect body shape. The bumpy body should be convex and concave, and the two long legs are full of slenderness and strength when running.

The V-shaped deep line on the chest, and the exposed white skin, made people even more dizzy, and blood was about to spurt from the nostrils.

She wears a Rogue eyepatch like Batman's assistant Robin on her face, revealing big eyes that shine like stars.

This is a beautiful girl.

He is also a junior who has risen in the vigilante in recent months.

However...

Her identity is not simple.

%#￥￥%￥￥%%￥#! (Codename Black Cat! Answer received!)

Just as the beautiful girl jumped three walls in a row and fell into the shadow of a bush, the invisible watch on her wrist suddenly made a low noise.

This stopped the progress of the beautiful hero.

She looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that there was no possibility of monitoring, she raised her wrist and spoke the same complicated, obscure, and incomprehensible language to the invisible watch.

￥%%￥##%##. (Here is the black cat, this will contact me, is there anything important?)

*￥%￥#%##￥\u0026! (There is no emergency, but there is a notification that you need to know.)

Between the question and answer, a spies-like scene appeared on this street corner in Queens. The perfect and hot lady curled up and hid in the shadow of the grass.

She asked in that strange language in a low voice:

Come on, I'm still busy, so try to keep the story short.

Hehe, do you like the feeling of being a hero? You have been very busy the past few nights...

The guy on the other end of the bracelet made a joke, saying:

I just received a very bad news from the code-named member. The Kree people are coming, and the 8 fleets commanded by Ronan are marching towards the earth.

???

The lady hiding in the shadows widened her eyes, and she said in a surprised voice:

That Kerry butcher, is he coming for us?

Very likely.

An obscure and complicated answer came from the bracelet, and the voice said:

Although the superficial reason is that the Power Stone in the Infinity Stone fell on the earth, but it cannot be denied that the Ikri bastards hate us, and they definitely have reasons to cross the star sea to destroy us, and even this world we hide in ...

The heroine was silent for a moment.

she asked:

Has His Majesty been notified?

Of course, it was His Majesty's order that I tell all my hidden compatriots the news, but Black Cat, you have to understand that this emergency is not just a crisis, it's also an opportunity!

The guy in charge of delivering the news said in a low tone:

Her Majesty is aware of this, she will seize this plan, she is setting up a plan... and this plan currently requires all of our clansmen to work together and participate in it together.

What about the specific content?

Licking her sexy lips, Ms. Black Cat, the superhero who recently rose to fame in New York City for her hot body and mysterious demeanor, asked:

I am willing to give everything for Her Majesty, and I am willing to give everything for the resurgence of our civilization... You just need to tell me what to do.

There is no specific plan yet, so don't worry.

The voice delivering the message stopped. He seemed to have a good relationship with the black cat. He urged:

But it's nothing more than using the identity of our tribe's simulated characters to provoke the relationship between the earth people and the Kree people. This is very simple. We have done it countless times in the past, but to be honest, I don't think there is any need to provoke this time.

The earth has more secrets than we imagined. Look at the superheroes that have evolved in this world. Their strength is astonishing, but these powerful individuals are subject to the public opinion of the people.

The best part is that their people's thinking is no different from the inferior creatures of other worlds! Impulsive! Irritable! Not good at thinking! It's easy to be provoked...

If those superheroes were incited to attack the Kree, or if Ronan was really stupid enough to directly attack the world, Her Majesty would probably be laughing from ear to ear.

That voice let out a hazy laugh, and he said triumphantly:

The arrogant Kree will reap a terrible defeat, and Ronan's death will declare that the earth and the Kree are irreconcilable. Once the war starts, it will be difficult to end, and we can profit from it. It's simple.

In short, be prepared, His Majesty will need our strength soon.

The black cat nodded.

After chatting about business affairs, the two guys seem to be chatting about private matters again.

The black cat lady stood up from her hiding place and stretched her perfect body under the night. She said to the messenger:

When are you coming to New York? Do you want to make another appointment?

The last experience was pretty good. The body you pretended to have really felt. Although the mating method of the earthlings is a bit backward and barbaric, the special sensory stimulation is really... absolutely amazing!

hehe...

The messenger also let out a rather obscene laugh.

He said slowly, with a hint of expectation:

In a few days, there's a concert, which happens to be in New York, and we'll have a whole day to enjoy...

Speaking of which, what's the matter with these earthlings? They are willing to spend money to listen to their kind screaming... Tsk tsk, even though I've been here for so long, I still can't get used to it.

I always scream at the top of my throat, which makes my throat very uncomfortable. Maybe, I should change my identity and create an accident. This time, it's better to pretend to be that kind of dark-skinned earth person. I heard that that kind of race The size is bigger...”

tsk tut

The black cat made a strange noise, and she jumped onto the wall, saying:

Look at your rude and obscene speech. You must have forgotten that you are actually a female, right?

What does that matter?

The messenger replied in a man's voice:

Camouflage is our talent and nature. Gender is not important to us. If you want to try something exciting this time, I can actually turn into an animal. You know, some perverted humans also like...

Stop talking! It's disgusting! The people on Earth are really perverted! You've been infected by the vices of people on Earth, you'd better be careful, if the queen's guards hear about it, they will definitely execute you!

Oh? Are you sure they're going to execute me instead of happily joining us? Don't be silly, baby, the bad culture of Earthlings is a poison.

And sadly, we've all been infected...

The unscrupulous chatter between the black cat and her companion, along with the sound of her footsteps stepping on the wall, went away.

It seems that not only the earthlings, aliens also like ghs, and their enthusiasm for doing this kind of thing seems to be no less than that of the earthlings... It really is the rule of the universe.

Behind the black cat, the night wind blew through the neighborhood, rustling the trees, and the silence seemed to be empty.

But not so.

After the black cat left for a few minutes, an ant crawled out from the grass where the black cat had just been hiding, walking leisurely for food.

look carefully...

Behind the ant, there was a guy who was shaking his head.

Scott Lang!

The second generation of Ant-Man!

This guy...

How could it appear here?