American Comics: The Invincible Wheel of Fortune

The infinite universe.

Contrasha star.

The last time someone and Sister Qin registered on the planet of the predator gang "X-Force".

Red light district.

The equivalent of a red light district, with similar functions but much larger.

It looks bigger than Manhattan Island.

However, there are very few flesh-and-blood young ladies here, most of them are bionic robots.

What’s the specific reason? It’s not that we all have different races, so how can we wrestle happily together?

It doesn't matter who you are when the worms get to your brain, just warm up a piece of apple pie and you'll be fine.

The key is that everyone is of different races, and sometimes the young lady really can't stand it.

There is the one whose skin is densely packed with sharp crystals, and there is the one with fire, ice, hooks, thorns, meteor hammer, mace, two-headed dragon, hydra...not to mention the eighteen kinds of weapons. , one hundred and eighty kinds without duplication.

Even the bodily fluids of some races are highly toxic to another race.

When opening a business, the most important thing is efficiency, so in addition to high-end, designated, and VIP robots, they are all bionic robots that are durable and require a lot of hard work.

One of the boys, Mal from Cree, whom Aaron had not seen for a long time, asked him to meet at a nightclub here.

There is also deafening music, there are also sensual dogs and horses, and there are men and women eating and drinking. Although it is still a bit strange to the people on earth, it is similar and there is nothing new.

"Is this where that person often comes?"

"Yes, there was a raider gang looking for him, and he came over happily. But when the news spread, there was quite a lot of criticism of me among the raiders, especially Starka."

Mal is now considered a big boss in the loose alliance of the Marauders, mainly due to his very strong personal strength, demonization and ability to awaken the mysterious energy of the universe. In this alliance, apart from some so-called iron laws, fists are the truth. , it has gained a lot of reputation.

Mal had been a raider for many years, and he didn't dare to have a problem with Aaron, but he just found it difficult to handle.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just looking for someone. I have nothing to do with you later. You can just find any excuse."

Aaron doesn't care, what kind of bullshit plunderers are they, nothing more than a group of unworthy outlaws. What can I do if I'm offended? Go to the dimension of law and bite me?

"yes."

Find someone who is not a domineering character, yet is rejected by the raiders, but still wants to get close to the raiders.

Naturally, it was Yondu who was expelled because he violated the iron law of the raiders.

It's just that Yondu didn't wait for it, but he waited for a rogue Sai.

A fat young man with a beard, hugging him from left to right, a red-skinned girl on his left, and a yellow-skinned girl on his right walked over in a swaggering manner.

This guy had a frivolous smile and his hands were shaky. He looked energetic and handsome, but he had a troubling look on his face.

"Is this the boss Yondu you made an appointment with?"

The young man asked the two alien girls to leave with a frown on his face. Then he raised his chin and looked at Aaron and Mal. They looked like newborn calves not afraid of tigers, and eagles spread their wings and hated the sky.

"Are you Yondu's subordinate?" Mal frowned, thinking where did such a slippery thing come from? How come Yondu's subordinates are so good?

Aaron's eyes were a little playful.

Ninety-nine percent of this guy is Peter Quill, the King of Dance who "dances to save the universe", right?

But now he is just a young star boy.

[I thought I couldn’t find the coordinates of Ego, so I settled for Yondu, but I didn’t expect that there was an unexpected surprise. Well, is this the so-called “god gene”? 】Alon sensed the huge potential dormant in the young man's body and was amazed.

"Owner?"

Mal heard that the young man called himself Star-Lord, and said that Yondu was already here and had prepared a safe and private place, and he was here to pick them up.

But he saw that Aaron was still thinking with his eyes closed, so he asked.

"Master? You call him master? Are you a plunderer?"

Star-Lord looked curious. He didn't expect that Mal, one of the recently popular raider leaders, would actually violate the iron law. It is also the biggest iron law of "free raiders" - never surrender to any force, admit it. Master?

This is really interesting. What is the origin of this young man who is only slightly less handsome than himself?

A certain dancing star looked at Aaron more curiously, thinking a lot.

"Let's go see Yondu." Aaron stood up, smiled heartily, and patted Star-Lord on the shoulder.

"Come on, what do you call Mal's master?" Star-Lord asked with a smile.

Little did he know that the palm that left his shoulder silently took a drop of his blood and teleported it back to his home planet, the Earth.

When they arrived at the secret location, they met Yondu, a blue-skinned old man with sharp teeth and a bald head. There was a metal device embedded on the top of his head, which looked like a mohawk.

Similar to the malicious and cute black guy that Aron had dismissed before, this guy also took the enhancement route of implanting technological equipment into his body. He could use his whistle and his thoughts to guide an indestructible high-tech flying arrow, as he wished, and quickly. Like lightning, extremely sharp.

As soon as Yondu saw Mal, he was all smiles. He was so sorry to meet Mal so late that he wanted to have a drink and chat with Mal right away, as if he was open for business.

When he heard that Mal had an owner, he was immediately shocked, and then his expression changed.

Then his face turned gloomy and livid, but a little complicated. Finally he sighed, still open for business, and asked Aaron if he could take care of him.

"That's it, then, come with me."

When Alon asked him to talk alone, Yondu frowned, and Alon blinked. His pupils turned blood red for a moment, and the magatama inside rotated. Yondu was stunned again, and then signaled Alon to follow him.

"Then that's it. I wish us a happy cooperation. I'll wait for you to make specific arrangements."

For a long time, Yondu sent Aaron and Mal away with a very dedicated business smile, but his expression was neither salty nor indifferent.

Aaron made up a random errand for Yondu and asked him to cooperate with Mal.

"Boss, what kind of business is this?" Star-Lord came over and asked in an awkward tone.

"Stop prying! There is a new task for you..." Yondu pretended to be stern and scolded, but there was a gentleness in his expression that perhaps he himself was not aware of.

"Tch, give me the errands that are always painful, tiring, and worthless..."

"Shut up, stop being picky. When I picked you up from the earth, if I hadn't stopped you, my men would have killed you..." Yondu continued to scold, and he was a bit like beating a child on a rainy day. He was idle. It also means to be idle.

"Yeah~yeah, eat me, I survived thanks to you, right? Thank you so much." Star-Lord smiled but said, "I thank you for being my ancestor for eight generations."

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense!"

Yong Duxu kicked him and looked at the figure of Star-Lord "escaping", the corners of his mouth slightly raised unconsciously.