People set up shop in Marvel, and it just became Doomsday

"Oh my god, their fuel is too expensive. I might end up losing money in the end."

Quill walked to a balcony, where Gamora was looking into the distance, "My contact asked us to wait first."

"It's just a negotiating tactic, and trust me, I'm good at it," Quayle said. "And your style is like one knife to the left, another knife to the left, and that's my deal."

Gamora chuckled lightly, "My father never taught me how to put pressure on others."

"Thanos?"

"He is not my father." Gamora looked at the gorgeous nebula in the distance, "Thanos invaded my home planet and killed my parents in front of me. He tortured me and transformed me into a killing machine."

"When he said he was going to help Ronan destroy the entire planet, I couldn't stand by and watch, so..."

Gamora looked at the music player on Quill's waist and gently took it off, "Why risk your life to get it?"

Quill looked at Gamora, "My mother gave it to me."

"My mother loved sharing with me the pop songs she loved when she was younger."

"It happened that I had it with me that day."

"That day I..."

"That day she..."

Quill was speechless.

"The day I left the earth."

Quill put the music player back on his belt.

"What do you use it for?" Gamora asked.

"What to do? I don't do anything, I just listen."

"Of course you can dance along too."

Gamora said: "I am a warrior and a killer. I never dance."

"Really?"

Quill looked at Gamora, "On my home planet, there is a legend about people like you."

"It's called "Full of Strength."

"The story is about a great hero named Kevin who taught all the prudes in that city how to dance."

"It's a great thing."

Quill gently took off the headphones hanging around his neck and put them on Gamora's head.

Gamora listened to the music and lost her mind for a moment.

Quill gently hugged her, but just as he was about to kiss her, Gamora grabbed her by the neck, "No, I know what kind of person you are, Peter Quill."

"I won't fall for your...your vile witchcraft."

Quill said with some difficulty: "It's not what you think..."

Gamora let go and Quill could breathe.

However, when he looked out the window, he saw that Groot was being beaten by Drax, "No..."

"Stop! What are you doing?!"

Quill asked after stopping Rocket holding a gun and Drax who was about to pounce.

"You don't understand anything, and you're just making irresponsible remarks." Drax looked at Rocket and said.

"What I said is true!" Rocket shouted.

"He doesn't respect me at all." Drax's voice also increased.

"Wait, wait!" Quill did not stop them from cursing.

"Try calling me a reptile again, you idiot!"

Rocket's voice was a little low at this time, "You are just like others, you only laugh at me."

"Rocket, you're drunk, no one is laughing at you," Quill said.

"He thinks I'm something ridiculous, that's what he said! I don't want to be transformed either!"

"I don't want to be torn into pieces, and then dismantled and reassembled, and what will I become in the end..."

"What a little monster!"

"Rocket, no one calls you a monster." Quill said.

"He called me Reptile!" Rocket pointed at Drax.

"She called me a rat!" He pointed at Gamora again.

"Let's see if you can still smile after four or five shots in your face!"

As he spoke, the gun in Rocket's hand began to charge.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," Quill quickly blocked the muzzle of the gun, "Four billion, rocket!"

"Think about it and calm down!"

"Be patient for one more night and you will be rich."

Rocket gasped for air and finally put down the gun, "Okay, I can't guarantee that I won't kill all of you bastards after this is over."

"See? That's why none of you have any friends."

Wiping off a cold sweat, Quill shouted, "You know someone for five seconds and you want to kill them."

He looked at Rocket and Drax.

"We traveled across half of the galaxy to get here, and Ronan and I were not even injured."

Pushing Gamora's restraining hand away, Drax walked away without looking back.

"Drax!" Quill yelled.

"Let him go, we don't need him." Gamora said.

At this time, the door behind everyone slowly opened, and a crimson-skinned woman stood there quietly.

"Ms. Gamora, I'll come and pick you up to meet my master."

She made an inviting gesture.

When everyone finally came here, looking at the towering glass cabinets stacked here, Rocket said: "There is nothing weird here at all."

"We have the largest collection of authentic objects in the entire galaxy."

The maid said with a sweet smile.

"Animals, remains, different species, everything."

Finally, the maid turned to face them, opening her arms like a believer, "Allow me to introduce to you, the collector, Tanya Tiwan."

The man not far away slowly turned around. He had straight white hair and was wearing a large feathery coat. His eyes hidden behind his glasses looked at Quill and others sharply.

"Dear Gamora, it's such an honor to meet me."

"Stop the red tape, Tivan," Gamora said, "We have what you want."

Devan looked behind Gamora, "What is that thing over there?"

Groot said: "I am Groot."

Tivan slowly approached Groot, "I never thought I could meet a Groot."

"Sir, please give me your body and I will pay now."

"Of course, until you die."

"I'm Groot."

"What, can I make a chair for you?" said Rocket next to me.

"Is this your pet?" Tivan asked, looking at Groot.

"What's his?" Rocket was so angry that he almost drew his gun.

"Tivan, we traveled across half of the galaxy and retrieved the cosmic spirit ball." Gamora said.

"Very good, then let me see what you brought." Tivan said.

Gamora looked at Quill, who took out the Cosmic Spirit Ball from his pocket.

"My new friends," Tivan looked at the cosmic spirit ball that was firmly grasped by two mechanical claws, "before the creation of the universe, there were six singularities."

"Then the Big Bang created everything."

"The remnants of these six singularities were collected and condensed into gems."

"Called the Infinity Stones."

"It seems that only those with extraordinary power can control these gems."

"Please look."

Tiwan put his palms forward and everyone looked in the direction of his fingers.