"I came back just to tell you about this matter. According to the information provided by Kara, a woman suspected of being Carol Danvers once appeared in Sokovia."

With that said, Iron Man used the artificial intelligence butler to send the picture that the Kryptonian girl had sent to him to the big screen.

moment!

A woman with long blond hair and only half of her face appeared in their sight.

Although the facial features are not very obvious due to the obstruction of hair and street lights, the height and weight are completely consistent with Carol Danvers' data.

"Sokovia..."

Colson rubbed his chin and fell into thought.

Obviously, as the current director of SHIELD, he must not act rashly.

Because Baron Strucker is not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated at will, and can be easily taken down by sending out a few action teams.

Quite the opposite!

Not only does the opponent have a well-trained and well-equipped army under its command, but it can also avoid the searches of the People's Federation and S.H.I.E.L.D., launch raids on important factory facilities and escape unscathed.

To sum up, if Baron Strucker is really in Sokovia, then if he wants to launch an attack, he must at least plan according to the standards of a war.

"How about it, do you need me to go over and help you investigate?" Iron Man volunteered.

Coulson quickly shook his head: "No, don't rush to alert the enemy. I have to report to the top management of the People's Federation first, and then talk to Nick Fury. You know, this matter involves too many areas.

, and the consequences of failure are also very serious.”

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Okay, then you can report slowly, I want to go back and make some preparations."

Tony Stark turned around and was about to leave.

But before he could take two steps, Coulson shouted from behind: "Wait a minute! Regarding this expedition, is everything going well?"

"Well, it went quite smoothly.

The mercenaries hired to do the dirty work almost wiped out the entire Most people, even the newborn babies.

When I left, the number of survivors on the three planets combined might not even be half a million.

You must know that it is an interstellar civilization with a population of more than 50 billion.

In addition, I suggest that you should not buy any special products shipped back from those colonies for a few years, whether it is toiletries such as soap, or various agricultural and animal husbandry products."

Iron Man said these words in a slightly deep voice without looking back, then walked out of the office without looking back and disappeared at the end of the corridor at a very fast speed.

As for Director Coulson, he took a deep breath and silently digested the extremely explosive information.

He knew very well that those so-called colonial specialties were 80% inseparable from efficient genocide.

For example, the body of the Most people was used to refine the fat to make soap, and another example was to bury the body and bones in the fields to make compost so that crops could grow better.

Since we have even done things like genocide, we naturally have to maximize our profits.

Of course, if Grant Ward was dark enough and ruthless enough, he would deliberately leave a small number of survivors to conduct various cruel biological experiments.

Anyway, from now on, the Most people and their civilization will only become an insignificant footnote in the history of human space colonization, just like the Indians raised in reserves in North America.

Perhaps in the face of these dark, cruel, and cold realities, the only thing that gave Coulson some comfort was that the huge debt owed by the People's League to Bato Hell Bank could finally be paid off.

…

At the same time, in the void far away on the other side of the universe, Rocket Raccoon, Star-Lord, Groot, Gamora, Drax the Destroyer and other members of the original Guardians of the Galaxy have arrived here.

To be precise, he entered the severed head of the member of the Celestial God Group.

Although it is just a head, its size is comparable to that of a massive planet.

Since this place is a typical no-nonsense zone, it has always been the largest black market trading center in the universe.

Thousands of desperadoes, mercenaries, killers, interstellar pirates, spies, traitors and wanted criminals from various civilizations have gathered here to participate in the grand event.

It can even be said that this is one of the most dangerous places in the entire universe. It is also a paradise and paradise for adventurers and opportunists.

Because here you can experience "absolute freedom" in the true sense.

Whether it is slave trading, selling stolen goods, selling addictive drugs, or participating in high-end gambling, everything is legal.

There are so many weird and dark entertainment projects that break through the lower limits that they are too numerous to count.

To some extent, this place is very similar to the huge cyberpunk city built by Zuo Si.

It’s just that the nature of the huge cyberpunk city in Baator Hell is evil and order, while the Land of Nothingness is closer to chaos.

"Thank God, we finally arrived safely. Now I propose to go to the tavern to have a drink first, then eat some delicious food, and experience the unique mini-games here. Do any of you want to join us?"

Rocket Raccoon stood on the berth of the spaceship, staring at the bustling entertainment venue in front of him with shining eyes. It was obvious that he could no longer hold back his restless heart.

Although his appearance is cute and deceptive, in fact he is a genetically modified super-intelligent creature. It is said that his intelligence level is comparable to that of Iron Man, and he is a genius.

"Count me in."

Star-Lord was the first to stand up and choose to join in.

"And I!"

“Hopefully the wine here won’t disappoint.”

…

Soon the improvised escape team came to an agreement.

Although they didn't have much money left with them, they had the priceless treasure of the Cosmic Spirit Ball in their hands, so everyone behaved very generously.

Especially Rocket Raccoon, who was addicted to gambling, lost all the money he spent on replenishing fuel for the spacecraft just in small gambling games.

Everyone, who had been suppressed in prison for a long time, completely let themselves go, completely immersed in spiritual joy and unable to extricate themselves.

Coupled with the influence of alcohol, even Gamora, who had always been serious about talking and laughing, rarely showed a smile.

After they spent all the money they had left, they got together again and started discussing what to do next.

"Are you sure that so-called employer will come here with a lot of money to buy the Cosmic Spirit Ball from us?"

Star-Lord was obviously a little drunk. He held his forehead and asked in an uncertain tone.

Rocket Raccoon replied without thinking: "Of course.

Trust me, selling to this employer is much safer than selling to anyone else.

Whether it is Ronan or anyone else, there is a high probability that they will default on their debt after getting the cosmic spirit ball.

Because in their eyes, we are too weak, there is no need to actually pay, we can just kill people and silence them."

"Wouldn't your employer do this?" Gamora narrowed her eyes and asked.

Rocket Raccoon rolled his eyes angrily: "I'm not sure, but at least it's more reliable than the previous ones.

Don't forget, the Kree, led by Ronan the Accuser, don't like fair dealing.

What they are best at is plundering and conquering.

As for Thanos...

I don’t want to deal with such a dangerous guy.”

"Okay. Anyway, as long as this thing doesn't fall into Thanos' hands, it doesn't really matter who you sell it to."

Gamora shrugged her shoulders indifferently.

"Did the other party say how long it will take to arrive? You must know that the void is not safe. Especially those marauders, it is very likely that they will tip off Yondu."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As he said that, Star-Lord glanced carefully at the guys near the gambling table who were shouting and dressed in quite unconventional ways.

Although the Marauders are not monolithic, they are divided into large and small factions, and Yondu is just one of them.

But now that Yondu has offered a high price bounty, as long as his identity is exposed, it will inevitably lead to endless pursuit.

"Don't worry, it should arrive in the next two days. As for those predators, if they dare to come, I will let them taste the big treasures made on the spaceship. Hahahaha!"

Rocket Raccoon burst out laughing, then raised his head and drank the remaining wine in the cup, and then burped incomprehensibly.

"I hate long waits."

Star-Lord muttered something softly, then threw his head back on the back of the chair and yawned.

You don't need to ask to know that this long journey made him feel very exhausted both physically and mentally.

If it weren't for a large amount of money waving at him, this guy would have been unable to stop on a certain planet halfway to relax and enjoy himself.

As an Earthling who left the Earth and mingled among predators since he was a child, Star-Lord's outlook and aesthetics have actually been distorted beyond recognition.

This can be gleaned from the fact that he has such strong taste that he is attracted to Gamora.

Seeing that Star-Lord was tired, Rocket Raccoon didn't say anything. He just helped him up from the chair and turned around to leave the bar, intending to return to the spaceship for the night.

After all, there are many people here, so if you are accidentally recognized, you will be in big trouble.

After everyone returned to the spaceship, Gamora immediately found an opportunity to block Rocket Raccoon alone: ​​"Can you tell me about the employer you mentioned?"

"Why, are you worried that after we sell the Cosmic Spirit Ball, your adoptive father and Ronan will try to snatch it away?"

Rocket Raccoon obviously saw through the other person's thoughts at a glance.
To be continued...