Who is to blame?

Of course it's our fault, big guy, you just have to dissipate your anger, it's not worth it with us~

Star-Lord said to Dai Dawei with a flattering face: "It's all our recklessness, we shouldn't have guessed privately without understanding what the big guy meant, resulting in such a big change." ”

With a flattering expression, he almost handed a cigarette to the big guy.

There's no way not to be so respectful, although Dai Dawei looks very easy to speak, but all his interstellar pirate men's guns are aimed at them, and the more anxious energy muzzles have already begun to accumulate energy in blue light.

"Hahaha, I didn't force you, you said it yourself." Dai Dawei said with a smile on his face.

"Yes, yes, these are things that we said voluntarily, and no one forced us." Guy, you're right about anything! I just don't know if you can get your men to put down the energy guns? That buddy's energy muzzle energy storage process has reached the top, and if you don't pay attention to it, it's a super energy beam that has been stored for a long time, eh? What if the flowers and plants are blown into ashes? Big guy, you don't care?

Although Star-Lord had the look on his face that was right for what you said, the rest of the Guardians of the Galaxy didn't think so.

Star-Lord grew up in a pirate's den, and one of his basic skills was to read words and assess the situation, plus he could speak well, which was why he didn't die in the pirate's den.

But Gamora and the Destroyer didn't have such an encounter, and they were all very arrogant. It's just that he was forced to temporarily lose some protection for his own safety, so he couldn't help but fan the No. 42 big flat shoe on Dai Dawei's face.

"I wonder what happened to the leader who left us behind?" Star-Lord bent down slightly and asked the big guy, "If there is anything we can do, we will definitely go to the soup for the leader and die without giving up." ”

Looking at Star-Lord who almost patted his chest and swore a curse, Dai Dawei smiled slightly, without revealing the other party's thoughts.

Star-Lord's idea is nothing more than to get out of here first, and then ignore Dai Dawei and it depends on the situation.

"Can you really do anything for me?"

"Never give up!" Star-Lord straightened his chest and said with a determined expression.

"Then give me an awkward dance first."

"Didn't ask...... Clams? Star-Lord, who was almost not turned by Dai Dawei's god and flashed his waist, suddenly looked at Dai Dawei, who seriously proposed this condition.

"This ...... This ......" Star-Lord secretly gritted his teeth: "Isn't it just dancing?" No problem. ”

Immediately after, Star-Lord performed one of his proudest dances in front of everyone.

Star-Lord can be said to have gotten the essence of the dance: every movement is inseparable from standing up his chest, covering his pussy, and cocking his hips, which can be described as extremely enchanting, making people look unaware and confused.

The corners of Dai Dawei's mouth twitched, he shouldn't have asked Star-Lord to dance an awkward dance. The power of the little prince is too great, and it is definitely at the level of nuclear deterrence.

"Good!" Dai Dawei suddenly applauded, interrupting Star-Lord to continue his awkward dance: "Seeing that your dancing skills are still so exquisite, I have more confidence in you to complete the task." ”

"Bring the materials!" With a wave of Dai Dawei's hand, an interstellar pirate who would come handed Dai Dawei something similar to a spar: "I need you, a legendary thief in the universe, to steal something for me." I don't think this thing can stop you. If this task is completed, I will also pay you 500 million cosmic coins! If you have it in mind, feel free to contact me. ”

This kind of spar can store a large amount of information and then display it in the form of virtual projection, and can also carry out various complex operations, remotely contact Dai Dawei, which is equivalent to the cosmic version of the computer.

Seeing that Star-Lord had taken the spar, Dai Dawei immediately turned around and waved: "Send off!" ”

"Then we're leaving?" After a cautious glance at Dai Dawei, Star-Lord and Gamora left the encirclement of this group of interstellar pirates.

"Take out the bottle of holy water from Asgard, and I'll wash my eyes, quick! I'm afraid I'm going to be blind if it's too late! Before they could leave the range of the group of interstellar pirates, they heard the words of the group of interstellar pirates behind them.

Star-Lord faltered, then walked faster toward their spaceship.

He had spare parts in his spaceship, and as long as no one bothered him, he could fix the ship in less than a minute and get out of here.

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After the Guardians of the Galaxy repaired the spaceship, they flew along the previous route to the barren land, the station of the Difan Group.

After a heated internal discussion, and the fact that this task did not seem so arduous, and the temptation of the 500 million universe general coins, the formation of this team had just experienced a side by side battle, and they finally took Dai Dawei's task, and then began to discuss how to complete the task.

Their next mission was to steal an object from the collection of a famous collector in the universe.

It's called the aether particle.

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Earth, Washington, D.C., in a nondescript coffee shop on the street, a man in a peaked cap is sitting by a window, his eyes glancing out of the window from time to time.

The cap-wearing man had a pair of flat mirrors on his face and a beard on his chin. There is a small ponytail standing up at the back of the head. Coupled with a violin backpack at his feet, a proper middle-aged literary uncle.

It was the rather large nose that betrayed the true identity of this man.

That's right, this person is Jack who followed Dai Dawei to visit the dungeon world and came back, and he is not sitting here to taste the coffee in this coffee shop.

In fact, as a Chinese, he still prefers to drink tea and brew it in boiling water. For coffee, he wasn't that cold.

The reason why he pretended to be a literary middle-aged man and sipped coffee here with a petty bourgeois posture was nothing more than because he was waiting for someone.

He's waiting for his partner, his technical supporter, a weapons genius, Love Britney.

It stands to reason that as a pair of partners, the meeting between the two of them does not need to be so cautious, if they are deliberately so hidden, it will arouse the suspicion of those who are interested.

But now Jack isn't Loving Britney's current partner.

His current identity is not the pride of S.H.I.E.L.D., the elite of the agents, and the object of countless agents' worship - the extreme agent.

(End of chapter)