The moon was finally white, and the night sky seemed to be blurred by the heat, and no tangible objects could be seen through the naked eye.

In the nameless spaceship with the light stealth device turned on, several men in ochre-red trench coats and leather pants shouted and laughed rudely, and curiously looked around the cabin at the stunned little boy, as if they were observing some kind of novel small animal.

「... If you want to say that this cub is the most pleasing to the eye, what kind of thing was it the first few times, and there are even slime worm-like creatures, that guy is really 'not picky'... ＂

Peter Quill still had tears on his face, and he sobbed and trembled, and he was not too surprised and frightened to see this group of strange creatures and mysterious flying machines.

Looking at a terrible man with gray-white skin and crocodile-like black spots on his face, Peter asked timidly:

"You... Are you mutants? This isn't the Whip of Order' ship!" The four or five big men in the cabin all had the outlines of their limbs in the shape of humans. Red, green, and yellow skin, and the appearance of fleshy whiskers or cuticles on the face, none of them looked like normal humans.

Add to that the uniform style of costumes and the weird spaceships that you can only see in comic books, and it's no wonder that Peter Quill has such speculations.

"Yo-he, it's still the lingua franca, little cub, we are the greatest warriors in the stars, marauders! Alas? Do you think you can eat the meat of this race? It looks pretty delicate......

The grotesque marauders were shouting again, as if they were really seriously discussing what the little boy would taste like.

Peter subconsciously hugged his little schoolbag, fear and unknown diluted the pain of losing his mother just now, and his little head was filled with too many emotions at once, just barely realized... Things are not what they think.

At the end of the noisy rest pod, the blue-skinned man sitting in the captain's seat in the wheelhouse of the ship fiddled with the manipulator a few times, grinning and shaking his head disdainfully with a mouthful of bright teeth.

The sky-blue bald head has a copper-colored "fin" on it, and the skin that is flat and high pierced into the top of the skull looks like an exaggerated Mohican-style hairstyle, except for the blue skin, and the facial features are the same as those of the human on the earth, and the appearance looks like he is in his early thirties at most.

But who knows what kind of visual age difference such an alien race has, he listened to the co-pilot's report, fiddled with the shielding sensor and said loudly:

"Hmph, the basic detection device, C-53's intelligence should be updated, out of the planet's atmosphere will soon be able to enter the space jump point, even if they have the ability to keep up, it is useless.

Less than five minutes after the spacecraft took Peter Jr., two supersonic shuttles of the Whip of Order urgently received an order to track down the suspected extraterrestrial UFOs in the airspace of Missouri.

But the radar and energy detection device of the shuttle did not find a specific signal, and the pilot instantly exploded more than ten times the speed of sound, rushing all the way up to the stratosphere and mesosphere to probe again to no avail, and finally had to report back.

……

"Haha, sure enough! The captain is still experienced, but although their detection equipment is backward, the speed of the spacecraft is not bad, which is not the technical level that ordinary civilizations should have...... Well, old coordinates?"

The co-pilot looked the most Earth-like on the ship, but the modular metal and mechanical eyes embedded in his face looked even more terrifying than all the Marauder crew.

Strange smile skillfully entered the coordinate code of space jump on the light curtain of the spaceship, and asked the captain Yongdu habitually in a dumb voice.

「... No, no! Don't go to Igo first, it's not quite right... Have you noticed that every time you go to that planet to 'deliver', you can't see anyone else around him, not even a living creature, and we've sent him a hundred or so over the years alone... Why—"

Yondu Yudonta paused as he watched a blue dot of light suddenly flicker on the ship's signal.

Unlike the extremely rudimentary ones that are all over the planet's low earth orbit

Satellite device, the wave signal of this point of light is a fairly advanced starship.

If it weren't for the fact that the spaceship of this group of "Marauders" interstellar mercenaries was the best at escaping and detecting, ordinary starship technology would not have been able to detect this high-tech spaceship that quietly hovered in a vacuum, hiding its visual form and most of its energy fluctuations.

"Captain, it's supposed to be a Kree cruiser, is the weird technology of Planet C-53 influenced by them..."

The co-pilot looked at the captain Yongdu's silent appearance and gradually gritted his teeth, and slowly closed his mouth.

As a young man, Yondu was imprisoned and enslaved as a war slave of the Kree for nearly twenty years, and was later freed after being saved by Lord Starka Okod, known as the Star Eagle, the leader of the current Marauder faction.

The captain of his own ship has never had a good face for the Kree, and when the enemies meet, maybe they will take them to do another vote by the way.

"What are the Kree doing here... It has nothing to do with us, this planet is still nominally one of the nine realms of the Asgardians, no matter what kind of bullshit they are doing, set the jump anchor point on the planet Kant's Aksha, and go to have fun first......

Yongdu looked at the quiet cosmic space outside the hanging window and was silent for a long time, but after all, he still didn't do anything drastic.

"What a boss! Although Igo's job doesn't quite fit our rules, the reward is really not to say, and everyone has been in a hurry lately!

Seeing that the captain had finally finalized the shuttle point, the cyborg co-pilot of the operation made another sentence, causing Yongdu to lower his head and remain silent.

It's not just unruly.

For the sake of money, they can accept any mercenary and rob and steal all kinds of evil in the code of the interstellar mercenary "Marauders" legion, one of the few iron rules is-

Don't sell pups!

The M-shaped Marauder ship's hull suddenly shone with dazzling brilliance, and a gap collapsed in the void, and the ship crashed into it as if catapulted, and instantly disappeared from the starry sky.

In the dead silence of space, the blue planet still rotated slowly, and the sun's rays once again covered the land of the northern hemisphere.

Old Quill had a night in the darkest of darkness, having just lost his daughter with cancer, and his little grandson had run away without a trace.

Watching the rising sun and the light that spread all over the earth did not dispel the loneliness of his heart.

Mr. Quayle, who had been looking for him all night, sat sluggishly on the steps outside the hut, the temperature was the coldest in the early morning, but he didn't seem to feel any temperature, and he still wore only the plaid shirt he wore last night, and his dirty blonde hair had turned gray most of the night.

In the distance, a black sedan slowly drove by, and two men in black suits and sunglasses sat in the car.

The driver was a very kind white young man, who seemed to be only twenty-six or seventeen years old, and the black man in the passenger seat was a little older, but he was only in his thirties, and the corners of his mouth looked very serious and unsmiling.

He crossed his arms and lowered his gaze, always silent, and the driver next to him couldn't help but tilt his head, silently opening and closing his mouth several times to try to say something.

「... Ahem, Chief Nick, I want to say it's an honor to be in your team, I mean, to be on your group!"

Finally, the rookie rookie still made the first step in communication, he knew the importance of trying to communicate when he was a child, and he was never afraid to take the initiative to speak.

"Sir" grabbed the short curls peculiar to black people, and as soon as he pulled back from his thoughts, he said in a deep, magnetic voice in a tone peculiar to Alabama:

"Sir, Sir Fury, Fury is fine, but without Nick, understand?"

Fury looked at his rookie partner and nodded obediently, and continued:

"Agent Phil Cowson, you should not be honored to partner with me, but your first assignment as a rookie agent is to investigate the suspected extraterrestrial invasion, and of course, it has a lot to do with Madame Rogers' recognition of me.

Nick Fury added a little smugly,

The car was about to drive to the ordinary house, and they both saw old Quill sitting on the steps in a dejected manner.

"Your agent evaluation results are exceptionally good in investigation and communication, then, this gentleman is in your hands."

"No problem, Sir Fury, but judging from the mission report, the patrol aircraft of the 'Whip of Order' have not found any tangible traces of intruders, perhaps this extraterrestrial monitoring and early warning system that has just been put into operation for a short time... Not accurate?"

The car stopped, Fury opened the door and took off his sunglasses, a pair of sharp eyes swept the cloudless sky, buttoned up the suit and said in a deep voice:

"Agent Cowson, that's not something we should worry about, I hope it's all just a mistake in the system... It's not bad now, to be honest.

Old Mr. Quill looked up numbly at the sound of the car door being slammed down, his face twisted together, and watched two men who looked like government officials come up to him.

One of them, who looked younger, took out the document in his inner pocket on his chest, and asked very gently and calmly:

"Mr. Orson Quayle? I'm S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Phil Cosen, and I want to talk to you about what happened last night..."

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Master Warren Worthington, who said that he didn't have much luggage, finally asked Kurt to teleport to the Howlett family's old mansion in Edmond with him and two large boxes.

Standing in the square outside the old mansion's main building, the big trees that have grown for an unknown number of years and can only be embraced by two or three people are scattered on the vast green lawn.

Outside the castle-like mansion is the continuous mountain plain and the "Wolf Mountain Town" below the mountain, and the area inside the "castle" is the size of two football fields, almost like a medieval castle that can accommodate thousands of people.

Warren had been to the Kurt family's manor house on Long Island, New York, although it was also very magnificent and elegant, far from being comparable to his own home. But compared to a private castle here, it is not beyond the scope of cognition.

Looking at this majestic and quaint building, Warren couldn't help but chant:

"This is the precipitation of history, this is the baptism of time, the mottled castle and—"

"Alright, alright! Where did you memorize these bad words, I'm starting to like the way you look when you're autistic."

Kurt looked at his dead friend as if he was about to recite a poem, and hurriedly stopped in disgust.

Canada is still very cold in early spring, and although he has put on a thick coat and coat, the little blue devil who inherited his father Asazzo's fear of cold is still shivering from the cold.

He burst into a cloud of smoke and flashed to the fireplace in the living room, and he roasted the fire comfortably, looking around but not seeing his grandfather.

On the balcony on the top floor of the old house, James slowly posed like a farmer plowing the land and like a beast pounced on food, his hands seemed to be loose, and the whole person seemed to be just standing there motionless, but in fact, his whole body was always in motion.

From the moment the sun rose yesterday, to today, the sun is rising again. For a whole day, it was just a gesture of jumping and then standing, as slow as the rotation of the planet.

Less than a certain level of boxing, if ordinary people look at it, they will only feel that Mr. Howlett is always in a stalemate with a move, and they can't experience the continuous state of strength at all.

James now "exercises" like this every few days, for him, the body is no longer in the state of "use and waste" that ordinary people will have, even if he sits motionless for decades, he can still move freely.

But practicing seems to be a habit engraved in his bones.

After a long time, I felt the rise and fall of the sun, moon and stars, and the pulsation of the earth, but I tasted a different taste.

Finally, the action ended without a bad point, James leaned on the stone railing and watched the sunrise in Wolf Mountain Town, his mind trembled slightly, and he felt the call of his heart from Professor Charles.

He opened up a certain mental realm to Mr. Professor as if he had turned on the intercom, so that he could communicate with himself.

"Good morning, Mr. Hopefully, it didn't bother you

。」

James couldn't help but laugh as he "listened" to Charles's voice in his head, which became more and more like the two were making real wireless calls.

"Of course not Charles, this kind of communication is still very luxurious, you should not have used a brainwave device for a long time."

Thousands of miles away, at the headquarters of the Whip of Order in Manhattan, New York, Professor Charles in the brainwave amplification room was wearing a helmet, smiling and looking into the distance.

He passed through part of Mr. Howlett's spiritual world, and saw through his eyes the beautiful scenery of the rising sun over the old castle of the old mansion, and murmured in response:

"Yes, sir, I haven't used a brainwave device in almost three years, and there are generally no special tasks that don't require me to use this method, and this time I bothered you because... After Peggy's agents and my brainwave search, it has been determined that there is an alien who has spent at least ten years on Earth for a long time, even—"

"I also had a baby with a woman."