pertwk Chapter 370 Klin Prison
Chapter 370 Klin Prison
Chapter 370 Klin Prison
"stand up!"
Joey nudged the mercenary leader lying on the ground with his foot: "You just said your name is Lax, right?"
Klas, aided by the enhanced prosthetics implanted throughout his body, struggled to his feet, enduring the dizziness, and didn't forget to correct his real name: "It's Klas, sir."
"Okay, Lax."
Joey looked at the mercenary leader, whose head had been mostly replaced with metal components, grabbed his iron skull, and yanked him up: "I'll ask you a question—which direction is Xandar?"
This is what's so unsettling about this universe. Unlike the neighboring Flashpoint universe, where the Oa Guardians divided the entire universe into 3600 precisely ordered sectors, this universe is completely fragmented.
Star-Lord's sudden acceleration sent him flying in who-knows-where. While it's highly likely he'd gone to Xandar to sell the stolen goods, the problem is that Joey has absolutely no idea where Xandar is.
"What direction?" Claes paused, then spoke cautiously, trying to correct Superman: "I didn't mean to mock you. After all, people who grow up on planets often make these kinds of mistakes. I think you might, should, possibly mean coordinates?"
"I don't need you to teach me!"
Impatient, Joey forcefully shoved the other person's head away, yelling, "You just need to answer me! Which direction is it?!"
Meanwhile, Star-Lord had already piloted his ship, the Mirano, to Xandar, the capital of the Nova Empire, and pushed open the door of an antique dealership.
The antique shop owner was not alarmed at all when an armed robber broke into his shop, because reselling antiques was just his ostensible business.
As raiders, Star-Lord's line of work typically doesn't involve direct contact with the big bosses who actually pay them. Instead, they rely on intermediaries, or brokers, to assign them jobs.
The broker greeted Star-Lord: "Mr. Quill, why are you alone? Where's Yondu?"
Yondu is the leader of Star-Lord's Raiders, a notorious intergalactic bandit leader.
According to the rules of the raiders, the spoils of this mission must first be handed over to the other party, who will then convert them into cash before distributing them among the raiders.
But this is a deal worth tens of millions of credits. Who could resist the temptation to keep it all for themselves?
"Yondu had an upset stomach last night and can't come."
Star-Lord, who had acted without Yondu's knowledge, made up a story to get by, handing the Orb to him: "What is this thing? I almost got killed trying to get it!"
Star-Lord didn't really care what this thing was, and he knew that a competent broker like the other party would not reveal the information of the backer to a raider.
He said this purely to inflate the price: "Ronan's lackeys are also looking for this. They ruined my trench coat, so the price—"
"What? Ronan?!"
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this name, the broker turned pale with fright, his hand gripping the Cosmic Orb trembling uncontrollably: "It seems our deal has to be canceled, Mr. Quill."
The broker tossed the hot potato back to Star-Lord: "Sorry, I don't do any business involving Ronan."
Ronan the Accuser is an extreme werewolf within the Kree Empire; any business dealings involving him are invariably suicidal.
Star-Lord, kicked out the door, demonstrated firsthand what it means to be too clever for your own good. He shot himself in the foot, and a multi-million dollar deal fell through because of his self-righteous remark: "How can you do business without integrity? If you're afraid of death, what am I supposed to do?"
"This is none of my business!"
Star-Lord was now at a loss. Without a middleman, where could he possibly cash out his tens of millions?
Not to mention that he ran away on his own. Now he still has Ronan's men, and Yondu's large group of raiders are eager to tear him apart. Without money, how can he run away and go into hiding?
Just as Star-Lord was feeling down about how a penny could stump a hero, he suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from behind him. His combat instincts, honed from years of shooting others in the back, made him roll on the spot and dodge the blade coming from behind.
"cut."
The attack failed, causing Gamora to click her tongue in surprise. She hadn't expected this little raider to have some skill; his escape from Ronan's clutches wasn't entirely due to luck.
But she's not some weakling like Kras; she's Thanos's daughter, the most dangerous woman in the galaxy. When she takes action, nothing ever goes wrong.
She was sent by Thanos to assist Ronan, but she also had her own plans—she had found the buyer behind the Orb of Destiny, and soon, the 400 million credits would be hers.
"When did I ever offend you, you beautiful green-skinned woman?"
Before Star-Lord could even regain his footing, Gamora's blade struck again. The lustful man, scrambling to avoid the blows, didn't forget to scrutinize Gamora's beautiful face and slender yet powerful figure. Then, he whistled flippantly, "Give me a hint, will you? Did I steal something from you? Or did I sleep with you and then run away without a trace?"
Unfazed by the rude scoundrel, Gamora seized the opportunity and kicked out, aiming straight for Star-Lord's groin.
"Wow!"
Seeing that young Star-Lord was about to be killed, Star-Lord was immediately terrified and unleashed almost all of his potential in an instant. He pushed off with his rocket boots and leaped forward over Gamora's head: "You shrew, how can you fight like that!"
As soon as Star-Lord landed, cursing and swearing, Gamora turned around and stretched out two fingers, poking directly into Star-Lord's eyes, which had been glancing at her just moments before.
"what!"
Star-Lord, who grew up among the raiders, thought he was cunning enough, but he never expected to meet a true master today.
The opponent's unrestricted fighting style was masterful, with every move aimed at killing Star-Lord.
Just as Star-Lord, who was at a disadvantage, was preparing to use some heavy weapons to turn the tide, a shrill shout rang out from the sky: "Stop!"
Star-Lord barely managed to open his eyes a crack and saw a raccoon, seemingly rabid, pounce on Gamora's head: "Nobody's allowed to touch my 40,000!"
"Forty thousand dollars?" Upon hearing this amount, Star-Lord immediately understood what was going on: "That old bastard Yondu really knows how to spend money!"
So what if I stole a business deal worth tens of millions from him? Is it really worth paying a bounty hunter to hunt me down?
While the new bounty hunter was entangled with the beautiful green-skinned woman, Star-Lord stuffed the cosmic orb that had been scattered during the fight into his pocket, turned and ran: "Get out of here!"
"I am Groot!"
A huge tree-man blocked his way, its branches growing rapidly, and tripped Star-Lord, who was scrambling to his feet, to the ground.
He pulled out his gun and fired, burning off the branches binding him: "And who are you, you ugly thing? Get out of here!"
The treant, annoyed by the bullet, stretched out its body and, with its form more than twice its normal size, slammed Star-Lord to the ground with one arm: "I am Groot!"
"Whoever you want, is fine with me!"
After running around all day, Star-Lord lay quietly on the ground, no longer causing any more trouble.
He just felt mentally exhausted. Why was it so hard to earn those 20 million credits?
As for why he didn't run, it was because he was lying on his back and had already seen the emerging legion's escort ships approaching from other places.
With his abilities, trying to escape and resist arrest from these space fighters that could turn a person to ashes with a single shell was somewhat reckless.
The two of them, along with a pair of plants and animals, had been fighting for so long in the capital of the New Star Empire that it was only a matter of time before they attracted the attention of armed forces maintaining order.
Now look what's happened! Who knows how many days he'll have to stay in jail this time? I wonder if Yondu will come to bail him out this time?
The Nova Corps' suppressive rays swept down, suspending Gamora and the raccoon, who were still wrestling, in mid-air. Star-Lord, who was already lying flat on his back, was pinned to the spot by the arriving military police: "Hey, isn't this Prince Star?"
Star-Lord discovered that the person holding him captive was an old acquaintance; he had been imprisoned by this same person several times before.
Unfortunately, the other party still didn't remember his name: "Is Xing—"
Just as Star-Lord was about to correct the way he was addressed, a member of the audience spoke up first: "It's Star-Lord."
Star-Lord looked up and saw that the onlooker was tall and strong, but his face under his black hair was gentle and refined: "He is a very famous thief who has done things that ordinary people can't do at all."
"Thank you! Finally, someone recognizes me!"
Upon hearing this, Star-Lord, who was being carried onto the transport ship, immediately looked at the onlooker with newfound respect: "You have excellent taste!"
What's your name? Do you need my autograph?
"My name is Clark Kent, sign here—"
The onlooker, who identified himself as Clark Kent, adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and tried to approach Star-Lord, but was stopped by the Nova Corps: "No contact with prisoners!"
"If you really want this petty thief's autograph, you can have him mail it to you from Klin Prison!!"
"Then I'll listen to the officer." Joey, disguised as Clark Kent, was stopped from approaching Star-Lord. Although he still had a smile on his face, the veins on his forehead were already bulging.
Arriving a step too late, he was already considering the feasibility of destroying the four escort ships on site without collateral damage, then grabbing the cosmic orb and running away.
But after much deliberation, he decided to put up with these formalities for a while longer.
Xandar was, after all, the capital of the Nova Empire, and its outer space was protected by a defensive network of tens of thousands of warships.
The Nova Empire is not like the Kree Empire, which is characterized by extreme racialism and militarism; it is a relatively universal interstellar union.
If a violent breakout occurs, the situation could become completely out of control, which would be an undeserved disaster for those affected.
And didn't someone just mention Klin Prison?
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