Plug-in Players In Marvel

Chapter 1635 EP1637. Mission: Looking 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. After staying 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 neighborhood where his destination was located.

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

Parking the aircraft in a small open space outside the door of the building, opening the door and walking 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 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 opponent's gaze and said the code for the second level.

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

"Thanks, man."

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

This time, I didn't deliberately pick up the rhythm, I just tapped it casually.

"Come in."

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

"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. Have you encountered any trouble? If there is anything I can do to help, please feel free to ask."

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

On his head was a half-horned horn, and a blood-red eyepatch was fastened over his right eye. He is about 1.4 meters tall, with short legs and long arms. There is also 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.

"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 will die without a complete body."

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

"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?"

During the previous contact, the list sent by Old Baker to Star-Lord listed five tasks. From his standpoint, he could only tell that Star-Lord was here to take on the mission, but he didn't know which one Star-Lord had chosen.

"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, and I didn’t expect to see it here.”

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

"of course not."

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

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

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

"Uh, haha." Star-Lord chuckled twice and raised his eyebrows: "As usual, 10% commission, how about it?"

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

But if you accept missions from Old Baker or other unregistered black sites, the situation will be different.

Either the client is scrupulous 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.

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

To put it bluntly, the brokers in these black markets have the habit of eating what they have come up with and what they have come down from. Not only will they collect a 'registration' fee from the task client, but on the bounty hunter's side, they will also take a certain share of the commission.

There is no exact figure for how much registration fees you have to pay and how much commission you get. If you are good at talking or are familiar with the broker, then the fee will be slightly less. On the contrary, if you are introduced to someone for the first time and you are not good at bargaining, then you may Just spend more credits, or earn less.

"No, twenty percent. You know, this is a rare and rare job."

"Twenty percent? Then I might as well find someone else. It's not like you are the only one who can take over the task. Old man, since we have been working together well, it's a little less." Star-Lord said as he spoke. As he spoke, he blew out a puff of smoke.

"Eighteen percent."

"Twelve o'clock."

"..." 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. ”

"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. "

"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 mission first."

"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.

"If it were anyone 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.”

"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?"

"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 already rare to find so much information. "

"you sure?"

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

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