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

Any conversation about money is always relaxed and enjoyable.

The money was handed over with one hand and the goods were delivered with the other hand. The smiles on Quill and Loki's faces showed that the business was going very smoothly.

One thought he was robbing, and the other thought he was robbing.

The two walked out of the bounty hunter branch. Loki smiled and said: "In that case, I have to go back to Asgard. Although I am not afraid of those so-called pursuers, it is not good for my mood to be disturbed."

"Of course, Your Majesty, I hope we have a chance to cooperate next time." Quill smiled and extended his hand.

Loki smiled and held it, "Of course, I believe it."

Watching Loki's figure slowly retreating away, and patting his bloated money bag again, the smile on Quill's face became even brighter.

"Hey Quill bro!"

At this time, Quill heard someone calling him. When he turned around, it was the broker. He was hiding behind the door frame and gave Quill a sign to come over. The dog was sneaky.

Quill raised his eyebrows and walked into the bounty hunter branch again.

"What's wrong, Broker?" Quill said with a smile.

"Good brother, tell me the identity of that distinguished guest, so that I can be envious of you." Even though the sound insulation effect was very good, the broker still said very quietly.

"Isn't this good? Big men are very sensitive to these things..." Quill said awkwardly, but he was rubbing his hands back and forth.

Cursing secretly that he wanted money, the broker took out a bag of Xandar currency and put it in his hand, "Brother's little thought, I will take it and eat something good."

After weighing the money bag, Quill's face instantly brightened, "Since it's what I want, I will reluctantly accept it."

Quill coughed twice and cleared his throat, "That gentleman has a lot of background. Have you ever heard of Asgard?"

"Asgard..." the broker muttered, and suddenly exclaimed: "You mean the Asgard who rules the nine worlds?! Hiss...could that be...?"

"That's right, the new one." Quill nodded.

The broker slowly shook his head and sighed: "Although I have said it many times, I still want to say that you are really lucky..."

"Hehe, thank you for that, brother." Quill said with a smile.

"In that case, there are not many treasures that can catch the eye of His Majesty. What kind of treasure did you dig out?" The broker couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked.

"Of course, who am I? Star-Lord, I know where the treasure of the universe is." Quill said proudly.

"Good brother, just satisfy my curiosity." The broker said with a smile.

"Okay, let me get it straight. Have you heard of the Cosmic Spirit Ball?" Although his bragging was interrupted, Quill still said.

"Cosmic Spirit Ball...?" the broker murmured, his eyes suddenly becoming horrified, "Are you talking about the Cosmic Spirit Ball that Ronan is eyeing?!"

"Is Ronan targeting him?" Quill thought for a while and suddenly realized: "Yes, we did meet Ronan's men."

"What?!" The broker was shocked, "You didn't do anything to them, did you?"

"Ha, those bastards didn't say anything when they met and asked us to hand over the cosmic spirit ball. How can they still survive if they offend His Majesty?" Quill sneered and said disdainfully.

However, at this time, the broker was sweating heavily on his head, and suddenly he pushed Quill towards the door with both hands, "Damn it, you guys are involved in Ronan, and I even opened a tea room for you. Hurry up and leave."

"Hey, what's wrong, brother, it doesn't have to be like this." Quill stopped him and said after being pushed.

"A fanatic from the Kree Empire, a militant who was angered by the peace treaty. What are the consequences of being targeted by him? You have His Majesty as your backer. I am a lonely person and I cannot afford to offend you."

The door opened automatically, and the broker pushed him out. "If you still think of me as your brother, never say that you have been here, ever!" As he said that, he waved his hand in a panic, and the door closed tightly again.

"Wait and see, you'll regret it!" Quill yelled through the door.

However, when he turned his head, a beautiful green-skinned girl was leaning against the wall and eating slowly. She looked at Quill and said softly: "What happened?"

Quill discovered that this woman was really good at his own aesthetics (she was abducted by aliens when she was a child, so it is understandable that her aesthetics is a little biased). At the same time, he also realized that his demeanor just now was completely ungentlemanly, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand. He slowly retracted his head, trying to make up for his image as much as possible, "Ha, this old guy was frightened when he heard his name. He is really getting more and more alive."

"What I hate the most is this kind of person, who is as timid as a mouse and lives in a corner. Peter Quill, everyone calls me Star-Lord."

As soon as she heard this name, Gamora knew she had found the right person. She smiled softly and said, "I can see that you are a gentleman."

"I'm not that good either." Quill pretended to be modest, "But that's what everyone says about me."

Upon hearing this, Gamora walked forward with a chuckle and extended her hand towards Quill, "Well, Mr. Gentleman, can you treat me to a drink?"

"Of course, it's my pleasure." Quil was overjoyed and quickly put his hand on it.

However, something big happened. Gamora, who was originally harmless, suddenly grabbed Quill's hand and pinned it behind Quill. At the same time, she swept him to the ground with a whip kick. She pressed him down. Above him, he said fiercely: "Where is the cosmic spirit ball?"

The sudden riot scared the passers-by around.

"No, beauty, are you doing this too?" Holding back the pain, Quill turned on his jet boots with his other hand. Quill began to move at high speed, throwing Gamora out. .

Quill floated in the air, looking triumphantly at Gamora who was helpless on the ground, "Haha, beauty, I'll buy you a drink next time."

Just as he was about to fly away, a cannonball suddenly hit Quill hard, knocking him to the ground.

"idiot."

The little raccoon slowly blew out the smoke from the gun barrel in his hand, while Groot on the side walked towards Quill with a sack.

After loading Quill and carrying him behind his back, Groot smiled silently at the little raccoon.

"Stop laughing, you are an idiot too. Act professional, okay?" The little raccoon shook his head, turned around and saw Gamora approaching menacingly with a long knife, "Oh... spare me. ."

"He is my prey!" Gamora pushed the little raccoon away and slashed at Groot with a knife. Poor Groot would not fight back at all, he only wanted to be beaten.

After being severely chopped off by Gamora, Groot finally lost the ability to move.

After venting her anger, Gamora no longer cared about the tree man. She walked over and opened the sack, but was shot by Quill who woke up. She was shocked and convulsed, and fell to the ground.

"Idiot." Quill crawled out of the sack and said disdainfully.