Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 233 Collection Anti-Tang and Song Dynasty War Uniforms

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 233 Collection Anti-Tang and Song Dynasty War Uniforms

Every life in the world has its own hobbies.

Some people like to sing, and some people like to listen to others sing.

Some people like chaos, and some people like to drag others crazy with them.

Of course, except for such extremists, most people's hobbies are actually quite normal.

Just like Boss Tang recently likes to raise flowers, play with cats, plant something, etc.

If you want something a little more elegant, then collecting, or collecting, is very suitable.

Look for eye-catching treasures from this bizarre world, then carefully collect those treasures and place them in a specific place, usually an exhibition cabinet or the like.

Rich people would open an extra storage room for their collections.

Richer families will enlarge their storage rooms and add some small decorations to show their personality.

Normally, this kind of place would be called a treasure house.

Yes, similar to the one Odin set up in the Golden Palace.

Characters like Odin are already considered the upper echelons of the collecting world.

The things in his hands are things that most people have never heard of, or are wonderful things that only exist in legends.

But in the ranks of collectors, they are not really at the top.

Among the misty stars, there is a real "collector".

Although he has only recently become famous in this universe, anyone who has met him will sincerely call him "The Collector".

In short, after a group of interstellar pirates accidentally entered this place and spread the name of the Land of Nothingness, this city of stars, which exists in the skull of a strange creature, became a place that "can only be entered but not exited".

Perhaps due to a serious collecting habit, the owner of this place, the Collector, announced to the entire universe.

Any unique and one-of-a-kind item, no matter where it comes from, no matter what its appearance, no matter its function or effect, as long as it is truly unique, it can be exchanged for rewards from collectors.

Any reward!

The wealthy collector seems to have it all, but for those who dare to deceive him with fakes or try to rob him by force, this mysterious collector's revenge is absolutely brutal.

In short, as long as you have the real thing in your hand, you can exchange it for everything in the land of nothingness!

Stars, precious materials, mysterious knowledge, barter, and some lucky people even got a complete small fleet here.

Finally, some news!

Those messages about the mysteries of the stars, precious messages, enough to determine the life, death and future of a star field.

The owner and collector of the Land of Nothingness only cares about the collections he owns or is about to own. He doesn't care at all about the environment or rules of the place.

Around his needs, a large-scale black market quickly formed here.

Not everyone who comes with treasures will be rewarded by the collector.

Although collectors look down upon those second-rate treasures, there are naturally people with lower standards who covet them, committing murder, stealing goods, cheating, etc. These behaviors are performed almost all the time in the land of nothingness.

Generous collectors occasionally issue employment orders to find treasures, so some interstellar mercenaries also formed groups and came to this "good place".

And after a place's reputation is bad enough, or in other words, after this ghost place becomes "free" enough, more guys who crave chaos will be attracted to it.

This is a vicious cycle.

All in all, this is a terrible, terrible place.

A very large museum!

The huge room is filled with various glass cabins.

Exhibition cabins made of black metal strips and transparent glass, each compartment stores a collection.

Plants, animals, bugs, mechanical creations, even things like cocoons,

"A unique collectible, the power stone!"

Tiwan, a collector, has white hair and a rather unconventional hairstyle.

A strange red and black robe with white fluff on the shoulders, white gloves, and strange paint on the chin.

Well, at first glance, this collector doesn't seem like a likable person.

He was filled with an indescribable sense of strangeness,

The collector let out a strange sigh, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. Not long ago, he got news of the cosmic spirit ball that sealed the power gem.

He also released the news and hired looters to find the collectible he wanted.

For Tivan, the power gem is precious not because of its powerful power, but because of its unique attribute in the universe.

Really great record store. As the best record store in New York, this store is in a remote location and the interior space is very narrow.

However, all kinds of records are well arranged inside, and the small record store is crowded with audiophiles who come here to buy.

These record collecting enthusiasts from all over the world moved cautiously, fearing that they would step on records under their feet.

After all, this record store is really not big, and records almost fill all the space in the store.

Maybe there are a few under the piggy bank at your feet.

Star-Lord squeezed among the crowd, picking up a record from time to time, looking at the lyrics on the cover, and couldn't help but hum a few words softly,

But from the disgusted looks of people around him, you can tell that his singing skills are average.

"Boss, do you have any Red Bones records?"

After Star-Lord found a few records, he squeezed in front of the fat white boss and told what he wanted to buy.

The boss glanced at Star-Lord in surprise, "Red Bones, that was a band from the 1970s!"

"Wait while I look for it!"

The boss took out a small notebook from the drawer of the desk. After shuffling it for a long time, he raised his head and said.

"There are two in the box at the bottom of the fourth row!"

Star-Lord followed the boss's instructions and walked to the fourth row of shelves where records were placed. He squatted down and rummaged for a while, and sure enough he found two records at the bottom of the box.

Just when Star-Lord was holding the record and going to check out, the communicator on his wrist suddenly beeped.

Star-Lord looked around, took out a small earplug-like thing from the communicator and put it into his ear, and changed the communicator from projection mode to voice mode.

"Star-Lord, where are you? There's a big job!"

After connecting the communicator, a familiar voice came from Star-Lord's ears.

"I'm busy. I have a big job here and I can't get away from it!" Star-Lord flipped through the record in his hand while dealing with Yondu on the other end of the communicator.

After accepting Boss Tang's employment and receiving the first deposit, Star-Lord no longer had any interest in Yondu's so-called big business.

What business can be compared to purchasing a dozen starships at once?

"Haha, big job, what big job have you received? Is it to help the Chloro people find their lost pets, or to smuggle those rags of yours!"

In a noisy tavern on the Contraxa planet in the Milky Way, several robot-like maids were carrying trays and delivering cups of turbid liquid similar to wine to the guests' tables.

Contraxa, this planet is a rest stop for various predator tribes. From time to time, several spaceships land in the sky and park at the interstellar port.

The people in this bar are all strong in stature, their temperament is full of evil spirits, and they are all equipped with energy guns.

The big man wore a cockscomb-like decoration on his head. He smiled, revealing his big brown teeth. Surrounded by him were seven or eight predators from various races.

When they heard Yondu jokingly mocking Star-Lord, several big men laughed at the same time.

"Okay! Listen, this employer needs something urgently. I need you to go to Morag to find something and bring it back. I will give you 10% of the commission this time!"

"10%, I haven't completed the task at hand yet, so I won't take this job! Boss, look at how much these records cost, toot toot—"

Yondu listened to the sound of the communicator hanging up on the opposite side. He was silent for a moment and laughed a few times in a hoarse voice:

"Hahaha, it's not the character of Star-Lord to make money without making money. He won't be tempted by a 10% commission. He didn't even ask about the commission. Sally, you go back to the spacecraft and locate Star-Lord's position. I have

I have a hunch that he must have a big money-making business now!"

"Okay! Chief, I'll go check it out right away!" The strong, gray-skinned man waved his four arms, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, stood up and walked out of the bar.

"Head, what about the cosmic spirit ball mission? Since Star-Lord is not willing, how about I go?"

A man with three eyes held a wine glass, looked at Yongdu, and volunteered.

Yondu glanced at him: "No, Bayer, you can't keep up with Star-Lord in cracking mechanisms. The Holy Ball Temple there will only be exposed once every three hundred years. We don't have many opportunities to miss!"

Bayer drank the liquid in the glass with some frustration. Although he was a little unconvinced, he knew that what Boss Yondu said was right.

Although Star-Lord is the thinnest among their group of predators, this kid has invented some miraculous and weird little things, and his research on some ancient civilization ruins has indeed surpassed all of them.

In the past, they would leave it to Star-Lord to do this kind of ruin treasure hunting mission.

Now that Star-Lord suddenly gave up his plans, they really didn't have the right manpower for a while.

earth, new york, really cool record store

Star-Lord took a stack of records and went to the counter. Under the surprised look of the fat white boss, he took out a black Centurion credit card and paid for the records.

When Star-Lord walked out of the video store with a stack of records, Tang and Song were no longer visible outside the door, with only two bodyguards standing guard outside the video store.

"Mr. Quill, boss, he has some things to deal with. Do you want to go back to your residence now or continue shopping-!"

Star-Lord looked at the bodyguard in black, then looked at the records in his hand, "I need some equipment to play these classic records!"

"Please get in the car and I will take you there right now!"

A bodyguard in black opened the door of the Mercedes-Benz and made an inviting gesture to Star-Lord.

Just when two bodyguards were walking around New York with Star-Lord,

In the living room of Tang Manor, Tang Song was sitting on the sofa, holding a thick stack of information in his hand.

Kane sat in front of Tang Song with a clear face. He clenched his fists and made a crackling, crackling sound. The faint potential echoed in the living room, making people's eardrums hurt.

Someone was plotting against the boss, and he rushed back as soon as he got the news.

On the other side, Ryan, Frank and others are also investigating the organization behind the scenes and digging out their roots.

The information in Tang Song's hands was something Frank investigated through SHIELD channels.

"Boss, no matter what kind of organization this Freemasonry is, I will definitely dig him out." After a long silence, Kane finally said:

Picking up a glass of wine and taking a slow sip, Tang Song smiled and said:

"Don't worry about a bunch of clowns, but some rats still need to be cleaned up. You can take care of this."

The thick stack of documents was thrown into Kane's hand, and Kane started to read through it.

The information records the identities and origins of the agents who have been infiltrated by the company's research department since the founding of the Tang Group.

The results of the anti-osmosis investigation by the B-level research institute of the Tang Group's military industry department,

The process of research and leakage of research data on more than fifteen types of weapons and equipment below A level.

A-level research institute, peripheral researcher identification report, more than one-third of the scientists who joined the company in the past year are spies from various countries and organizations.

Ten percent of the middle and lower-level management of Tang Group's largest subsidiaries show signs of being bribed.

"Boss, I will mobilize manpower immediately to clean up all these people!" Kane clutched the documents in his hand tightly.

Tang and Song waved their hands and said:

"Our core strength is the A-level and above-level laboratories in the Raccoon Town Hive Base.

As for those insignificant things, it doesn’t matter if you show them to them. I’ll cut off all the hands that reach out to these laboratories. Be ruthless!"

Kane said in a muffled voice: "Yes, boss, but that Freemason has made it clear that he wants to trick us! We have to settle this account!"

Tang and Song nodded. The Freemasonry organization had indeed stretched its hand too far. Seeing how much he ate, the big plutocrats hiding behind the scenes felt that they could force him to give up their interests by any means.

It's so interesting.

Tang and Song played with the wine glass in their hands. The Freemasons were a loose alliance, although in West's eyes they were just a low-level organization composed of a group of stonemasons.

However, after hundreds of years of development,

Thanks to the development of industrial capital, this group of craftsmen formed a Freemasonry,

Now it has become synonymous with money and power.

A group of happy little fleas are like sharks that smell the smell of blood. What they want is the benefit of the space gate.

A fool blinded by profit,

They consciously joined forces and controlled almost 8% of the world's energy, mining, people's livelihood, and economy, so they had the guts to attack him.

They didn't even think of talking to Boss Tang.

I really don’t know whether to live or die!

Originally, Tang and Song Dynasty still wanted to play with them,

It's a pity that they unexpectedly contacted Phil Coulson and Steve Rogers to investigate the so-called death of Nick Fury.

And he pointed the finger at Boss Tang. This is not seeking death.

"Inform Anna and Mrs. Viper, and cooperate with Black Widow. If Steve Rogers finds any clues, don't hold back and kill them!"

"Yes! Boss!"

"How is the preparation for the Insight Plan?"

"Forty-nine micro-array satellites have been launched into established orbits in the name of Starlink and can be activated at any time."

"Then let's do this fat man named Josh's operation and try the effectiveness of these satellites!"

Tang Song shook the document with the photo in his hand.

Josh Lamont

Boss of the Commonwealth's largest mining company

Member of the Federal Freemasonry

"Jarvis, bring up the original design of the 'anti-black leather armor'."

In the huge manufacturing workshop of the seaside villa, Tony, holding a cup of coffee and wearing his sultry brown sunglasses on his face, said something to Jarvis.

The next moment, a complex and precise design was projected in front of Tony, Dr. Reed, by Jarvis.

The design drawings of the alien armor constructed with light were disassembled by Tony's waving fingers.

Soon, the large workbench shaped by projected light was covered with various odd-shaped parts with unknown purposes.

"You call this thing 'anti-black leather armor'?"

Behind Tony, Dr. Reed, the smartest man in science in the world, rubbed his chin and wore a pair of experimental glasses. He looked at the virtual parts in front of him and said to Tony:

"Who is this thing prepared for? If these racists hear this name, I'm afraid they will gather in front of your Stark Tower to protest!"

"Well, this is what I designed for the original dark elf. I have been improving it. Unfortunately, I have never been able to crack the way of transforming into dark mist."

Tony took a sip of coffee and felt a little sore.

"And Tang, in that dark world, he showed too much strength. Once he loses control, I can't think of anything that can restrain him, so I need to create a weapon that can restrain him."

Iron Man put the coffee cup on the table, crossed his arms, and said to Reed in the blue-light-shining laboratory:

"But design cannot keep up with changes, especially for monsters that cannot be judged by common sense."

Tony rubbed his chin and said:

"But it is not without value. I think that after a slight modification, it will not be a big problem to use it to fight the dark elf."

"A little makeover?"

Dr. Reed raised his hands and picked up a running core on the virtual workbench in front of him. He looked over the structure of the thing over and over, and then said suspiciously:

"This is not a minor problem, Tony. We have studied the combat method of the dark elf. According to the Asgardian, if you want to fight it, this thing must be more than 85% powerful from the inside out.

A complete transformation.”

"And according to my preliminary estimate, the transformed product will definitely be a huge robot. Well, to accommodate so many high-energy particle generators in a row, its height will be at least 150 meters. It is an out-and-out giant robot.

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"right!"

Tony snapped his fingers, reached out and patted Reed on the shoulder, and said:

"If it was really a simple job, I would have done it myself, but I asked you to come over. You should understand, right? I need your wisdom. To be precise, the two of us will cooperate. Oh, by the way, Banner.

Just come."

Iron Man looked at the time on his watch and said to Mr. Fantastic:

"His research on gamma rays can help us complete the design of weapon systems."

Reed lowered his head and entered the state of a scientist. While quickly modifying the structure of the components in his hand, he said to Tony without raising his head:

"Honestly, I think everything on earth is going well so far. All countries have set their sights on the stars, and there are less wars and disputes."

Tony, who was also in working mode, said casually:

"It's like a nuclear bomb. We can use it, but we can't live without it. To be honest, Tang's strength is so strong that it makes many people feel insecure. Otherwise, I wouldn't let you come over to help."

When the Nine Realms came together, Tony Stark witnessed the Tang and Song dynasties destroying Malekith at the last moment when he left Watheim.

Just like DC's Batman next door, he is an extremely insecure person. After returning to Earth, he developed the anti-Tang and Song Dynasty armor, of course in name to deal with energy-based creatures like the dark elves.

In order to develop this powerful suit, he even invited Dr. Reed and several other assistants. This would have been impossible for him before.

But the captain told him not long ago that Nick Fury's death and Black Widow's rebellion seemed to be related to Don. Before Nick Fury was assassinated, he had been secretly investigating Don.

This forced Tony Stark to speed up the research on the anti-black leather suit.

Excellent scientists are workaholics, and staying up late is a piece of cake for them.

Even Tony Stark, the playboy who is the most crooked among scientists, often stays up late designing various equipment and instruments.

And when they work, they need a quiet environment without being disturbed. Once they enter the working state, time will pass very quickly.

In the constant friction and collision of the sparks of wisdom between the two smart people, the night passed quietly.

While he was busy, Bruce Banner also arrived. This tall and thin scientist was wearing jeans, a baseball cap, and carrying a very rustic shoulder bag.

"Banner, did you have a crazy night with Betty last night?"

Tony, who had dark circles under his eyes, drank milk and said to his friend dissatisfied:

"You should have come here seven hours ago!"

"Betty went to see her dad. General Ross is now the Secretary of Defense and is about to be replaced. It's hard to find some time."

Faced with Tony's ridicule and dissatisfaction, Dr. Banner was not angry. He took out a silver hard drive from his bag and handed it to Tony. He said:

"I saw the parameters of the armor you sent last night, and the weapon system blueprint that matches it was completed on the plane. It was modified using the blueprint of the gamma ray generator that created the Hulk."

"You guys take a look first. If it needs to be changed, I will stay here forever."

Dr. Reed took the hard drive and retrieved the data. The three scientists quickly chatted together, talking about all kinds of knowledge that ordinary people could not understand at all.

It is said to be an anti-black leather armor, but in fact the goal of the three people is to develop a armor that can compete with the Tang and Song Dynasties. This is a tacit understanding between various forces.

"It's a pity that Ivan Vanke is not here. With the wisdom of a few of us, we can definitely create a truly powerful armor!"

As soon as Banner's words came out, Tony and Dr. Reed were a little silent. They had stayed at the Chitauri Starship Research Center for nearly half a year, and the results they had cracked could be said to have pushed Earth's starship technology forward a lot.

step.

After spending half a year together, even Tony Stark has to admit that he has his own uniqueness in the field of weapons research and development.

It's a pity that he belongs to the Tang Group.

"This is the information you want about Wakanda's alien vibranium!" At noon, the three people who had been busy all night and all morning had lunch.

A little black girl with dreadlocks came to Tony's beach house and delivered a silver suitcase.

The princess of Wakanda and a research expert in vibranium technology.

After lunch, Tony Stark, in a spirit of combining work and rest, was preparing to take Dr. Reed and Dr. Banner to go fishing on his private yacht.

An uninvited guest came to the beach villa and interrupted their yacht trip.

Thank you for your generous reward. Thank you.

(End of chapter)