Star-Lord sat triumphantly in the cockpit of his small spaceship, flying forward slowly at the slowest cruising speed, almost like an outing.

A glass of sparkling wine produced by Xinxing Empire was placed firmly on the armrest of the driver's seat, exuding the fragrance of barnyard man.

In the small cockpit, about two feet away to the left of Star-Lord,

In the small oven, a piece of fresh meat weighing three standard pounds was slowly rotating on the robotic arm.

A natural meaty aroma that was so rich and thick that Star-Lord almost spit out his nostrils was filling the entire cockpit.

"So satisfied! Woohoo, after this transaction, I can get a new spaceship, one that is much bigger than Yondu's old, dilapidated spaceship!

Then you can drive it back and show it off!”

Star-Lord scratched his head and rubbed his slightly bloated belly vigorously.

Star-Lord looked at his belly that had expanded rapidly in the past few days with a sad face. Star-Lord had no choice but to sigh happily:

"The Supreme Star is a good place. I like it here. I like doing business with their people, even though they are all arrogant."

"However, as long as there is money to be made, the arrogance of those damn Supreme Stars can still be tolerated!"

Star-Lord narrowed his dark blue eyes proudly, scratched his thin hair vigorously, looked back at the cockpit filled with all kinds of cargo, and Star-Lord giggled again.

Star-Lord is not a smuggler in the galaxy, he is a destroyer.

(The Saboteurs are a notorious mercenary organization in the galaxy, also known as Predators and Interstellar Hunters)

Of course, sometimes they also sell some rare goods in the universe part-time.

"But... damn, a brand new spaceship is too expensive. All the profits this time will be invested."

Star-Lord narrowed his eyes hesitantly. After pondering for a long time, he still couldn't make up his mind. In the end, he could only sigh:

"Hey, let the war between the Kree and the Nova Empire continue! They have been fighting for three years, and my savings have increased fifteen times! Oh-hoho, I can't be luckier than this!"

The spacecraft flying forward at a low speed of less than thirty meters per second slowly passed over the surface of a rocky planet.

Star-Lord sighed again. There was nothing he could do. There was something wrong with the spacecraft's power engine. Every time he used the oven to grill food, the power of the engine unit dropped directly from full power to less than zero percent.

Level three.

This is a terrible little problem, but this star field is an uninhabited land and is very safe. Just slow down!

There was a crisp sound from the oven, and an intoxicating aroma was exuding!

"Mum! I love the Supreme Star!"

Star-Lord first took out an old-fashioned Walkman, pressed the switch, and played the music.

After the sense of ritual is full,

He carefully took out the meat from the oven, stretched out his tongue and gently licked the thick layer of fat on the fragrant beef.

"Well, of course, from my aesthetic point of view, the high priest is a bit ugly because of her golden appearance, but she is very generous. Well, one rich man can cover up all his ugliness!"

Rubbing his small palms with satisfaction, Star-Lord sighed softly: "Generosity? This kind of noble character is simply too rare for a woman!"

Slowly imitating the appearance of those supreme star nobles, he took out a white handkerchief made of crumpled natural fiber from his pocket.

Wiping his mouth vigorously, Star-Lord swallowed hard, opened his mouth, and bit down hard on the piece of barbecue that was as big as his head.

"Boom" the spacecraft suddenly stopped after shaking violently.

Star-Lord just leaned forward, and a full three-pound barbecue flew out in front of his eyes.

It bumped against the edge of the spacecraft console, bounced back accurately, and landed in the waste recycler in the corner of the cockpit.

The heavy lid of the waste recycler was slammed shut, a blast of high-temperature plasma flames spurted out, and the fragrant piece of beef turned into a plume of smoke.

Star-Lord was stunned. He instinctively looked around through the portholes. He saw the entire space fortress.

His spacecraft is hitting a floating satellite.

Yelling angrily, Star-Lord roared helplessly: "Damn it, when did there become a space fortress here..."

Boom, several steel soldiers suddenly pressed tightly against the transparent window of Star-Lord's cockpit.

Sooner or later, the governments of various countries have known about dealing with aliens through space gates, but things have gone a little awry.

It wasn't the Earth fleet that found a planet with alien life, but the people at the space station captured a smuggled spacecraft.

There is also a smuggler who looks fat, greedy for life, afraid of death, and greedy for money.

Moreover, this smuggler looks just like an Earthling.

Being able to communicate is naturally a good thing, and the most important thing is that the smuggler has a star map in his hand.

The protective robots responsible for patrolling outside the space station are all from the Tang Group.

The things I sell have some backdoor systems, which is naturally very reasonable.

Ivan Vanke immediately learned about this incident through the steel robot and reported it to Ryan.

After Ryan learned about this, he immediately blocked the news and secretly met the alien for the first time.

"Buy my star map!"

Star-Lord blinked and looked at Ryan: "I'm afraid you don't know the value of the star map, and I don't think you have the starting price!"

With a few "dong dong" sounds, Star-Lord quickly poured himself a full glass of wine. Then he poured a few mouthfuls of "Guluo Guluo" into his stomach.

"How much can you offer!?"

He poured himself another large glass of wine and poured it into his stomach in two sips. Star-Lord took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes:

"As long as you pay enough, anything is negotiable! Even if you want Ronan the Accuser's underwear, I can get it for you, as long as he wears underwear!"

The expression on Star-Lord's face is very familiar to Ryan. Some people who want to open their mouths will always have such strange expressions on their faces.

Sighing, Ryan said slowly: "Then how much do you think is appropriate?"

"Well... you have to know that star maps are very expensive, very expensive!" Star-Lord's eyes moved quickly and his fingers rubbed against each other.

"Yeah! Is it expensive?" Ryan's eyes rolled ten times faster than Star-Lord's.

He wondered, what is the general equivalent of the Milky Way?

The U.S. dollar is probably too hard for aliens to wipe their butts with when it comes to alien planets.

Gold, estimated to be of limited value.

Ryan lowered his head and thought for a while, then called the subordinates around him to give a few instructions.

Soon, a few strong white men carried in a large wooden box filled with blue energy blocks.

See these energy blocks.

Star-Lord's eyes widened. Damn it, didn't Yondu tell him that the earth is just a rudimentary civilization?

What's going on with such a concentration of pure energy crystals?

(Thank you for the reward from Controlling Idealism, Divine Might Like Prison, 3901, Yun Juan Shui Tian Qing)
Chapter completed!