Cheating players in Marvel

Chapter 1635 EP1637. Mission: Search for the Cosmic Spirit Ball

After some bargaining, I sold the little 'goods' in the cabin to the boss. I also used the Miranda as collateral to borrow a small and exquisite aircraft from the boss. I stayed there for about an hour.

, Star-Lord quickly left the repair shop.

Driving a small aircraft registered in the traffic control system, Star-Lord successfully passed the checkpoint at the edge of the city and arrived at the block where his destination was located.

After searching for a while along the route in his memory, Star-Lord found his target soon.

He parked the aircraft in a small open space outside the door of the building, opened the door and walked down. Star-Lord quickly walked up the steps, came to the door and knocked a few times.

"Knock knock... knock... knock knock knock... knock knock..."

The rhythm is obvious, but also slightly weird. Obviously, this is a code with some meaning.

After about three to five seconds, a small window opened on the door, revealing a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Old Baker, I was supposed to arrive yesterday, but something happened on the way." Star-Lord met the other party's gaze and said the password for the second level.

"No, twenty percent. You know, this is a good job that is rarely seen in ordinary times."

Either the client has scruples and plans to selectively find experts to do the task, and does not want the news to spread everywhere; or the task itself is unreasonable, or even invisible; or the matter is too urgent and there is no time to go through the process.

Publish through normal channels... In short, in these unregistered black sites, there are often many tasks that are impossible to appear in regular agencies.

"If it were someone else, I wouldn't mind saying that." Old Baker also picked up a cigarette and lit it for himself: "I don't know how capable you are of causing trouble? Haha.

, I don’t want to leave any clue for you to rely on me.”

"Eighteen percent."

"Of course not."

"It's a pleasure to cooperate." Old Baker let go of his hand and smiled stiffly: "As for next time, haha, let's wait until you complete this task first."

There is no exact figure for how much you have to pay for the registration fee and how much commission you get. If you are good at talking or have a good relationship with the broker, then the fee will be slightly less. On the contrary, if it is your first time

If you are introduced by someone and you are not good at bargaining, then you may have to spend more credits or earn less.

"Of course he's the one with the highest salary." He pulled a chair and sat down. Star-Lord crossed his legs and reached out to take a cigarette from the table in front of Old Baker: "You don't mind if I have one.

Right? I haven’t seen this thing for a long time, I didn’t expect to meet it here."

After entering the door, Star-Lord turned right and passed through a corridor dozens of meters long, then went up two floors and arrived at an inconspicuous cubicle.

"Don't say that, I'm not a disaster star."

"Thanks, man."

This time, I didn’t deliberately pinch a few points to create a rhythm, I just tapped them casually.

"Creak~." There was a heartbreaking sound of opening the door. The gatekeeper opened the door and revealed a gap: "Come in."

There is a half-horned horn on his head, and a blood-red eye patch on his right eye. He is about 1.4 meters tall, with short legs and long arms, and a row of black bone spurs on his back along the spine.

Obviously, this guy is not a native race on Xandar. Like Star-Lord, he came from other planets.

"Thank you." After lighting the cigarette, Star-Lord squinted and stretched out his right hand.

During the previous contact, the list sent by Old Baker to Star-Lord listed five tasks. From his perspective, he could only judge that Star-Lord was here to take over the task, but he did not know which one Star-Lord had chosen.

One item.

"Uh, haha." Star-Lord chuckled twice and raised his eyebrows: "How about the same ten percent commission?"

Hearing the response from the door, Star-Lord pushed the door open and entered.

"Twenty percent? Then I might as well find someone else. You're not the only one who can take on the mission. Old man, since we've been cooperating pretty well, it's a little less." Star-Lord said.

As he spoke, he blew out a puff of smoke.

Not only are the types of tasks more extensive, but the charging standards are also different.

"If the reward isn't enough, huh~." Taking out the information in the box, Star-Lord lowered his head and looked through it: "Well...that's all?"

"Twelve o'clock."

"Come in."

"Long time no see, how are you lately?" Confirming that the person sitting more than ten meters away was the person he was looking for, Star-Lord relaxed and returned to his usual tone: "I heard that you have been in 'retreat' some time ago.

Did you run into any trouble? If there's anything I can do to help, you're welcome, just let me know."

To put it bluntly, these brokers in the black market have the habit of taking advantage of their previous owners and the poor. Not only will they collect the 'registration' fee from the task client, but they will also take it from the bounty hunter.

A certain share of commission.

"If I say no, will you put it back?"

"Wait a minute." Before Star-Lord touched the box, Old Baker held down his hand: "You seem to have forgotten something."

"Let's forget it." Old Baker waved his hand and held back his mouth with a look of disgust on his face: "It's not a big deal at first, but if you get involved, I'm afraid I'll die without any trace of my body."

"Then what nonsense are you talking about?" Standing up, Old Baker walked to the shelf nearby and took down a small box: "Here, the intelligence and information are all here."

"..." Looking at Star-Lord intently, Old Baker put a little more force on his hand and pushed Star-Lord's arm away: "Fifteen percent, no more. If you don't agree, you can leave.

Already."

"Do you believe this?" Too lazy to talk nonsense with Star-Lord, Old Baker directly brought the conversation to the point: "Tell me, which mission do you like?"

If you accept the mission at a mission center run by the Xandarian people, that is, a regular website that specifically serves bounty hunters and is run by the government, the bounty hunter can get the full bonus when submitting the mission without having to pay a certain amount.

The amount of commission. To put it simply, the client has already paid the handling fee when submitting the task.

But if you accept missions at Old Baker's place or other unregistered black sites, the situation will be different.

"Is it necessary to be so determined? Can't you say a few nice words, and it won't cost any money." While muttering, Star-Lord opened the box.

"Okay, fifteen points." Feeling the other party's determination, Star-Lord could only nod in agreement: "Who made me like you? If you have any good work next time, don't forget me."

The man in front of Star-Lord is the broker nicknamed Old Baker.

"All the information I can collect is here." Old Baker nodded: "You know, not many people have heard of the Cosmic Spirit Ball. It is very rare to find so much information.

.”

"Are you sure?"

"Don't be nagging. If you don't want to do something, just say it."

"Okay, okay, it's here anyway." Avoiding Old Baker's hand, Star-Lord stuffed the information into his pocket: "I'll take over this mission."

(End of chapter)