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Chapter 368 Fellow Villagers Meet
Chapter 368 Fellow Villagers Meet
"No, you guys really haven't heard of it?"
The other party's reaction left Star-Lord feeling somewhat frustrated: "Why don't you guys think about it again? —The most promising young bounty hunter, the sharpshooter with unerring accuracy, the legendary outlaw whose name resounds throughout the galaxy — have you really not heard a single thing from your superiors or colleagues?"
"Who told you that?"
The mercenary leader, bombarded with Star-Lord's rambling nonsense, actually did some digging and discovered that only Star-Lord himself had said those words: "You didn't just make this up, did you?"
"Whatever."
Star-Lord was hurt by the other party's reaction, but it didn't matter that he had never heard of it before, because Star-Lord had already quietly placed his hand on the dual pistols at his waist: "Next—"
First of all, he is not a petty person; secondly, he never argues with a dead person who is about to be riddled with bullets by him.
However, just as Star-Lord drew his twin pistols and unleashed their full firepower, he noticed that the mercenaries, who had been somewhat paralyzed by his ramblings, suddenly perked up again.
One of them raised his gun and pointed it at him. Star-Lord's heart skipped a beat, and he almost raised his hand to fire, only to realize that the other person's attention was on his back.
"Boss, look! It's Superman!"
"OMG~ Is that really Superman?"
"A superhero who once defeated Galactus on Earth!"
Star-Lord watched as the leader of these mercenaries lowered the guns of his companions, then approached with almost fanatical fervor, extending his hand behind him: "Superman, I'm your fan!"
Star-Lord is a little resentful now—what the hell is Superman anyway?
These monstrous things that look like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles seem to be locals. How do they know about Earth, which is located in some remote corner of the Milky Way?
Although he was both interested in the newcomer and a little resentful, Star-Lord didn't dare to actually turn around, since he hadn't heard any footsteps behind him.
Star-Lord was now terrified that this was some low-level tactic by the other side, so that he could leave his back to these Kree Empire lackeys.
However, his concerns were quickly dispelled as a red cloak floated over his head from behind and landed in the center of the conflict.
"Honorable Superman." The mercenary leader bowed rather awkwardly, making a Kree Empire salute, while simultaneously glancing up to scrutinize the man again.
His appearance, clothing, and ability to fly all match up perfectly; there's no mistake, this is Superman.
He had only seen related information on the information flow within the Imperial military system through a holographic projection screen before, and he never thought he would see the real thing in his lifetime.
"May I ask what brings you here?"
The sudden appearance of Superman, whose activity range is limited to a small area of the third spiral arm, within the territory of the Kree Empire, and right where the Orb of Destiny appeared, is not good news.
Joey frowned at the other party's probing.
Because all he could hear from the person in front of him after talking for so long was "waibi waibi, waibi baxia".
Star-Lord was able to communicate with the other person without any problems because he had a translation plugin attached to him, while Joey didn't know what language the other person was speaking yet, and it was a bit too late for him to learn on the spot.
Seemingly sensing Joey's predicament, Star-Lord, on a whim, quietly whispered in English from behind, "Beep beep~ Need a translation plugin?"
Since the other party is said to be from Earth, surely they can understand English?
Joey nodded.
After borrowing a small translation device, communication between the three parties was finally seamless.
Since being abducted to this godforsaken star system when he was a child, this was the first time Star-Lord had met someone from his own country. He was even unusually enthusiastic in instructing the other person on how to use the equipment: "They said you're from Earth? What a coincidence, I'm from Earth too! If I had this when I was a kid, I probably would have already hooked up with that Portuguese-speaking Brazilian girl next door—"
As they spoke, Star-Lord secretly winked at Joey and continued asking in English, "Oh, this translator is one I used before, it's several generations old. The English language pack will take a while to load. Do you have any questions?"
But in reality, the translation device wasn't as slow as Star-Lord claimed; it had already been debugged, it just hadn't been officially started yet.
Star-Lord gave him a look, and Joey immediately understood, speaking directly to him in Portuguese: "Stop with the nonsense, where's the Power Stone?"
He was forcibly brought here by the Weaving Master. Since he was already here and it happened to be such a coincidence, he might as well take the Power Gem.
Star-Lord rolled his eyes. "What's the Power Stone?"
He had no idea what a Power Gem was; all he knew was that the Cosmic Orb he had just dug out of the ruins was worth millions of credits.
However, the ball was currently in the hands of those damned mercenaries. Before Superman intervened, Star-Lord had planned to kill and rob them, then slip away unnoticed.
Thinking of this, Star-Lord's eyes lit up with a plan. He used a translator to speak in Portuguese, which the Kree mercenaries couldn't understand at all: "Superman, although I don't know why they know you, could you ask them to return what belongs to me, since we're all Earthlings?"
Joey, being a Kryptonian, pointed to himself: "Me?"
This is a complete fabrication by Star-Lord. The only connection between him and Star-Lord is that there is no connection at all. They are essentially just aliens who look like Earthlings.
It's somewhat darkly humorous that two Earthlings who aren't even from Earth are trying to establish kinship ties in this star system that has absolutely no connection to Earth.
The two men were whispering to each other, which alerted the mercenary leader: "What are you talking about?"
"Forget it." Joey didn't want to waste any more time and shoved Star-Lord away as he tried to get closer to her.
Then, activating the translator whose principles had long been understood through superhuman vision, it said, "You, give me what you're holding."
He had already spotted the cosmic orb containing the Power Stone on the mercenary captain, so he reached out his hand to him: "And you'd better hurry."
The mercenary captain's already dark face darkened further. He put away the cosmic orb and gripped his gun tightly: "This thing belongs to the Kree Empire, to Ronan the Accuser, the Glory Under the Emperor."
Although he spoke with great conviction, his forehead was already covered in sweat.
He just said that Superman defeated Galactus, which is a respectable statement.
He didn't dare to mention the less dignified and frightening titles and deeds, for fear of angering the other party.
For example—the exterminators of the Chitauri homeworld.
Not long after Superman and Thor appeared in the Chitauri region, the countless unfortunate Chitauri were wiped out in a flash, leaving not a single survivor.
"If you want this, we can discuss it!"
While the mercenary captain was stalling for time at the export gate, he had secretly sent out more than a dozen distress messages using a communication device implanted in his brain.
Even if the gun in his hand could blast a hole in the strongest fortifications with a single shot, he knew that against someone like Superman, it would be like using a fire poker.