People set up shop in Marvel, and it just became Doomsday

Kree battleship, Darkstar.

A closed pool slowly opened, and the unknown black object penetrated downwards, revealing a naked blue-skinned figure lying down.

He opened his eyes, stood up, slowly walked out of the pool, and put on his armor without any scruples under the dressing of several servants.

Taking the long-handled war hammer from the servant's hand, he stood over a man who was shackled and kneeling on the ground.

"They call me a terrorist, a radical, and a fanatic, just because I abide by the laws of my Kree people for generations and severely punish those who violate the laws. Because I refuse to forgive your people for killing my father and grandfather."

"The thousand-year war between the two races will never be forgotten."

The man kneeling on the ground screamed: "You can't do this! The two sides have signed a peace treaty!"

"The rulers of the Kree Empire have no shame. Xandar and Xandar civilization are both a scourge!" He slowly raised his war hammer.

"You...can never rule Xandar..."

"I want to heal it!" it roared angrily and slammed the warhammer down!

He was sitting on the throne, and a blue-skinned woman wearing black clothes came over, "Ronan, Claes is dead."

"Have you found out who killed him? Where is the cosmic spirit ball?" Ronan asked calmly.

"An interstellar thief named 'Star-Lord', but it seems he may have helpers," Nebula said.

"I promised Thanos to help him get the cosmic spirit ball back, and he helped me destroy Sandar." He stood up, "Nebula, follow him and help me get the cosmic spirit ball back."

"It would be my honor." Nebula chuckled.

"If you fail again, you will miss out on your father's reward." At this time, a sexy green-skinned woman slowly walked out of the shadows of the hall and looked at Nebula and said calmly.

"I am the daughter of Thanos, just like you. You may not be better than me, Gamora," Nebula replied.

"And Ronan has ordered me..."

"That's enough," Nebula was about to say something, but was interrupted by Ronan, "Both of you go, failure is not allowed!"

......

"Your Majesty, we are running out of fuel and supplies, and we need to stop on Xandar." Quill, who had set up the autopilot, walked to the living room and said to Loki inside.

"It doesn't matter, it's hard to come out. I also want to experience the exotic scenery." Loki said with a smile.

......

The capital of the Nova Empire, Xandar.

"The Xandar people are all a bunch of losers." An armed little raccoon said in human words, "Everyone is either doing boring things or doing useless work. It's really pitiful."

It held a transparent technology tablet and scanned everyone passing by, "Look at this person, he still calls us criminals, then it is a crime to have this scary hairstyle."

It scanned another little girl from Xandar Star and said, "What is this? Do you think you are cool? What does it mean to ask others to help you? If you have the ability, go down the steps by yourself, little monster!"

"Look at Mr. Smile over there," an old man was hugging a young girl and whispering, "where is your wife, old man? The best old pervert."

"Hahaha, right, Groot?" The little raccoon laughed and looked at the tree man named Groot beside him, only to find that he was drinking water from the fountain. He frowned and blamed: " Don’t drink the dirty water from the fountain, you idiot, it’s disgusting.”

When Groot heard this, he shook his head with an innocent expression.

"No, you drank, I saw it, and you still want to lie?" said the little raccoon.

At this time, the tablet in the little raccoon's hand rang quickly, "Oh, it's time to come to life."

"Okay, let me see which unlucky guy it is," he pointed the tablet at Quill, who was introducing the customs to Loki. "Stupid human, look how much are you worth?"

At this time, the tablet displayed Peter Quill's information and the amount of the reward.

"Forty thousand! Groot, we are going to be rich!" The little raccoon turned around and said in surprise, but found that Groot was drinking water from the fountain again.

"Look, Your Majesty, that's where our bounty hunters usually deliver tasks. It's a separate space with perfect soundproofing. It's said that many big deals in the universe are finalized there." Quill said half truthfully. .

Just kidding, it's just a bounty hunter branch. Even if we talk about business here, how big can it be?

Quill obviously wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible without waiting to go to Asgard to avoid long nights and dreams.

Of course, Loki also heard this meaning and smiled: "Then I think our business can be finalized there?"

"That's what I meant, Your Majesty!" Quil was overjoyed and quickly agreed.

Quill walked up to the bounty hunter branch. The door, which was not made of anything, opened automatically. An old alien man with sparse hair was playing with small objects on the table.

"Hi, broker." Quill greeted the old man.

"Oh, Mr. Quill, didn't Yondu come with you?" the broker put down what he was holding and looked at him.

"No, I'm here to negotiate a big deal. Help me prepare a room." Quill smiled.

"Of course, but you have to pay first." The broker said.

"Uh..." Quil hesitated.

At this time, Loki stepped forward, took out a gem from his pocket and placed it on the table, "This is my first time coming to Xandar. I don't know what your currency is here, but I think this is enough to pay for it?"

Quill looked at him gratefully and joked, as an interstellar thief, where did the money come from? If he didn't spend it, would he have to wait for the owner to find him and take it from him?

After the broker saw the gem, he suddenly took out a pair of monocles from under the counter, put it on, and put on a pair of gloves to carefully pick up the gem.

Through the sunlight, the originally dim gems suddenly reflected the magnificent light.

"Such top-quality goods are hard currency anywhere in the universe, distinguished customer," the broker murmured, "not to mention a small room, the value of this gem can even be purchased in my small shop. Got off."

"That's good. Why don't you ask Mr. Broker to lead the way?" Loki said with a smile.

"Of course, distinguished guest," the broker trotted out of the counter upon hearing this and greeted the two of them, "You are the God of our store today."

Loki walked over first.

When Quill passed by him, he grabbed him and whispered in his ear: "It seems that you 'sweepers' are really lucky to be favored by such a noble man."

Quill grinned and said, "Broker, we 'sweepers' have known about this for a long time."

The broker rubbed his hands and smiled: "That's right, that's right. Don't forget about me when you get rich in the future."

"Hey, easy to talk about." Quill said with a proud smile.