The Death Knell

"Shet, boys, this price is too low. Is Deathstroke going to do charity this time?"

A small spacecraft in space turned off its engine and floated slowly like driftwood. A group of people were sitting in the cockpit watching the TV broadcast, and everyone even had a mobile phone in their hand.

The Guardians of the Galaxy are currently located near the Earth. After all, in a sense, Star-Lord is the person with the most experience in spaceflight among humans. Even Carol, who served as a soldier in the Kree Empire, is not as good as him. , the driving time is there.

Gamora was talking about something wrong with the pricing of the spaceship, while shaking her phone wildly. She had won nine consecutive rounds of lottery before, and got a lot of human daily necessities and household goods, night lights, skin tightening lotion, eyelash curlers and other things.

"I'm Groot."

The tree man was doing the same thing. He had only won one bottle of organophosphorus pesticide in the previous nine rounds of lottery, and he suspected that the death knell was targeting him.

"Groot said that Deathstroke must be losing money. I think so too. From the perspective of a genius mechanic, if the configuration of his spaceship was real, it would have been sold to Xandar in the past. A few thousand credit points is easy. Judging from the purchasing power of the earth's currency, these thousands of points can be converted into materials and used to bribe voters, which should allow people to run for governor."

The little raccoon understands it very well now and often follows Star-Lord to the earth. He is so smart that he has learned a lot.

Perhaps because he is studious, the prizes he won today were basically books, which are primitive information carriers, such as "Postpartum Care of Sows" and other books on animal breeding.

"I don't think Deathstroke will lose." Yondu, who was sitting in the back row, looked at his phone. He had won another bottle of shampoo, ten bottles in a row. However, he was bald: "I didn't expect what he would do for the moment. I don’t have much contact with him when it comes to making money, but this guy definitely doesn’t do business at a loss.”

"Hehehe, naive, so naive, you people don't know how terrifying the death knell is."

Star-Lord put down his mobile phone and took a sip of the soda next to him. He slumped in his driver's seat. He seemed to have seen through everything and told everyone in a calm tone:

"The spaceship is super cheap, but you have ignored a common sense point, which is the energy issue. The spaceship that Deathstroke is selling this time uses an energy system that is different from the current mainstream energy in the universe. It looks more like a battery."

Star-Lord is almost certain that the price of replacing the battery or recharging it will not be cheap. What Deathstroke sells is not a spaceship, but a gold-eating vacuum cleaner that will slowly suck all the money out of the buyer's pocket.

It cost nearly 100,000 U.S. dollars to buy a spaceship, which is not really cheap. So assuming that the spacecraft runs out of energy and it costs 1,000 U.S. dollars to recharge it, should you recharge it or not?

Not charging? It's like one hundred thousand dollars wasted. Then the spaceship can't be placed on the ground and used as an RV, right?

Charge? That would fall into Deathstroke's arrangement. If you don't change the spaceship for a day, it means you have to work for Deathstroke for a day, and there is no need for a contract, and even the consumers themselves are not aware of it.

If it were done more thoroughly, the equipment that could recharge the spacecraft should only exist in Deathstroke's territory, such as Contrasia and the Monster Zoo.

In this way, if the person who bought the ship had harvested something good in the universe and wanted to sell it, he would definitely be on Deathstroke's territory.

This is a very natural thing, not to mention spaceships, but also truck freight.

If someone is pulling a truckload of oranges, it is impossible to sell the oranges in New York on the East Coast and then go to Los Angeles on the West Coast to refuel the car, right? It's a question of efficiency, and time means money.

The teammates couldn't see Deathstroke's layout, but Star-Lord was once the third-in-command on Deathstroke's spaceship, and he thought he knew the man well.

The entire Great Navigation Plan, even the Age of Discovery that really existed on earth, was essentially ‘kite flying’.

Explorers found colonizable land, conquerors occupied it, and eventually the country sent governors to govern it, and then sent the colonial output back to its homeland in the Old World.

This time, Deathstroke just used capital methods instead of the old methods of the aristocratic feudal system.

However, knowing that these people bought the Wilson spacecraft, they were equivalent to boarding the spaceship, unknowingly binding their future destiny to the death knell, but other than this, did they have any other choice?

They have no other way to obtain such an advanced spacecraft.

Little Raccoon Rocket is right. The civilian version of the spaceship released by Deathstroke this time is the top configuration in the universe. Nowadays, in terms of technology, few aliens can catch up with Deathstroke.

You must know that this is only the civilian version, Deathstroke must have a more advanced version.

Star-Lord is just glad that he does not have to experience such despair. The ship everyone is standing on was given by Deathstroke back then, and it is also compatible with the energy standards of the three empires.

And today, Deathstroke also contacted the Silver Guard team to give everyone an opportunity to make money. Even if the task was to deceive fellow humans who had just entered the universe, Star-Lord also did it. If you don't make money, you would be a fool.

Should I be an upright person and go hungry every day, or should I be a liar and enjoy happiness every day?

For Star-Lord, who has a very flexible moral bottom line, this has never been a problem.

And take a look at what you got in the lottery?

Tapes of hits from the era, old-fashioned players with big speakers, a pair of thunder gloves and a pair of thunder underwear, electric guitars signed by celebrities, etc., are all my favorite treasures.

This only means one thing, and that is - Big Brother has been watching you...

"Darkness, the death knell is so dark." The raccoon understood. He scratched his ears with his little paws and jumped on a chair nearby: "This is what they say on earth, 'Get on the bus first, buy the ticket later.' Wait. It was already too late when I found out that the bus was charged as a taxi.”

Nebula squinted her eyes and nodded. She stood not far away with her arms around Mantis Girl, and then she laughed:

"So, the mysterious grand prize that has not been announced so far may be a $20 million gas pack?"

"There is really such a possibility." Gamora tilted her mouth, and the green-skinned woman sniffed, and she sighed: "If this is the case, the fuel pricing power is also in Deathstroke's hands, then even if he holds a It’s possible for Jelly to say it’s worth twenty million dollars.”

"Stop guessing, beauties."

Star-Lord stood up and stretched. The press conference was over, and the next step was bound to be endless rebroadcasts from major news stations. He was going to bed first to prepare for tomorrow's actions:

"If you can guess it so easily, it's not a death knell. We just need to wait. Let's break up the meeting. Don't go drinking in the kitchen tonight. Don't delay tomorrow's affairs. This is the captain's order."

When he said this, he got angry again, pulled at the collar of his jacket, and raised his chin slightly.

Dig a symbolic grave, dump out some alien garbage, and send it to the new colony of Alpha Centauri in a few days to show off. Deathstroke will send someone to buy the garbage at a high price.

Star-Lord only needs to tell the onlookers the story of how he got rich by digging graves. Although he has not become rich yet, it does not affect his bragging.

"What's going on tomorrow?" Only then did Drax realize what everyone was talking about. It seemed like they hadn't mentioned any tasks tomorrow, right?

"Ah? Didn't I tell you about the Deathstroke commission?" Star-Lord was handsome for only three seconds. He took a breath and started scratching his head.

Because everyone looked at him and shook their heads. Apparently, he forgot to tell everyone about the ‘play to death’ plan.

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