Chapter 5312 Wandering Stranger

After talking about the big group leader, the two people who couldn't find the bar could only continue strolling on the street, and then they talked about the great space voyages that humans on earth are currently carrying out.

Gamora has some opinions on this matter, not necessarily negative, but she feels that humans will encounter obstacles.

Take today's events as an example. The cheap labor provided by the earth has begun to involute, destroying market prices, which may cause many people to be unhappy.

Because the captain of the Guardians of the Galaxy is a human being, Star-Lord, even if he scolds his clients for making stupid choices, he does not scold his fellow Earthlings, and his teammates also support his attitude.

Because Starhawk's 'Glorious Falcon' fleet knows that there is a Supreme Mage behind mankind, they probably won't do anything. Instead, they may help mankind gain a foothold in the universe.

But that's it. The other fleets among the plunderers will probably not have a good look at the latecomers who are trying to steal business, and the possibility of taking action directly is very high.

The green-skinned girl mentioned this matter to remind Star-Lord to think about how to deal with it. If he really likes the space predators so much, he'd better speak for humanity and not give Deathstroke an excuse to retaliate against those radicals.

She didn't know much about Deathstroke's strength, but she had the brains to "transform" the long-destroyed Arcturus Galaxy. This was something that many so-called gods couldn't do.

If I don't talk about others, Thanos can't do it. When it comes to destruction, destruction and killing, the Mad Titan is a good hand.

But he has never created anything. Everything he has done is to please death, so he has always been on the road of destruction.

"Don't think so much, Deathstroke doesn't care about trivial matters."

Regarding Sister Green's statement, the gigolo smiled and waved his hands. He looked around the street:

"My old captain threw people into space without even giving them time to mentally prepare. Isn't it just to let them explore on their own and be responsible for their own destiny?"

Out of his understanding of the old captain, Peter said this, and he didn't even need other evidence, because he knew that Deathstroke always acted in a dark way and was not someone who cared about the life or death of the unlucky guy.

If someone dies in a particularly funny way, that person will still peek and laugh.

Yes, there are people who maliciously compete at low prices and disrupt the market rules, but such people will die sooner or later. As long as all the people who quoted low prices die, won't the market return to normal?

Those forces that want to take action against human explorers have actually been part of Deathstroke's plan for a long time. They are like scavengers in nature, eliminating those who are not suitable for survival in the universe.

The so-called space voyage is an evolutionary journey. Not every human being who enters space can adapt. Survival of the fittest is inevitable. In the age of great voyages on earth, many people died, and these are all necessary sacrifices.

Deathstroke will not interfere with natural selection, because that is his purpose, and it is also the process of finding a new balance between supply and demand.

Even when humans gain a foothold on more and more planets, the price of mercenaries may rise.

At that time, Star-Lord's human identity can be used as a bargaining chip with fellow villagers. After all, he looks much more trustworthy than aliens, doesn't he?

When Star-Lord talked about Deathstroke, he couldn't stop talking. He told Gamora all the dark stuff he could think of, which made the green-skinned girl's mouth twitch.

"Is that so? He just provided humans with tools, and then pushed them into the universe to face the cruel reality, so as to screen out people who can adapt to the future. It's really dark. I don't have any objections. That's how it really works. Many people died."

Fortunately, Thanos killed all the Titans, but Deathstroke's methods seemed much gentler.

"Hey, if you want to make money, you have to take risks. Aren't we the same? Besides, it's not like they have no way out. If they really don't want to participate, the earth will still be there."

Star-Lord took small steps easily and danced while walking. He even gained extra confidence because Gamora didn't understand Deathstroke, but she did. Isn't it amazing?

"I understand, let's not talk about that. Peter, did you smell alcohol along the way?" The green-skinned girl changed the subject and talked about their mission: "I now wonder if there is no bar in Arcturus. ? We are in their capital, right?"

Yes, this city under construction must be the capital, because on this new planet, other places are still wastelands, oceans or virgin forests. With this city, there is no choice.

"I don't know. It's my first time here. I should have asked Yondu." Star-Lord stopped. He also discovered this problem and decided to rest on the roadside for a while or ask passers-by.

I've been walking for a long time, not to mention seeing the bar sign, not even a hint of alcohol. The people here seem to be living in a world without alcohol and entertainment.

But looking at the expressions of the passers-by who occasionally pass by, they don’t look bitter and resentful. There should be no shortage of entertainment and leisure activities, right?

But just when the two were about to find someone to ask for directions, a voice suddenly came from behind:

"Hello."

The two looked back and found that the speaker was not a local Arcturian, but a strange-looking alien creature. He was wearing a close-fitting space suit, but his head was a burning skull, and he seemed to be holding a handbag. Like a box, it carries a heavy big book.

"Uh, so are you." Star-Lord blinked: "Are you a relative of Ghost Rider?"

Yes, the gigolo's first impression when he saw this guy was that he had something to do with hell, because it's impossible for a normal creature to have fire on its head, right? Also the scene with the skull talking is a bit too scary.

You know, not long ago, the Guardians of the Galaxy were playing with an army of the undead on a certain planet.

The burning skeleton man tilted his head. He opened the big book across his arm and pulled out a pen from nowhere:

"Ghost Rider, I don't know him, but would you mind telling me something about him?"

At this time, Gamora reached out and pulled Star-Lord, shaking her head slightly while signaling him with her eyes. The assassin's intuition filled her mind with vigilance. Although she couldn't explain why, this weirdo gave her a very dangerous feeling.

On the surface, he speaks politely and behaves like a studious traveler.

But the green-skinned girl trusted her instincts. Every cell in her body seemed to be screaming for her to stay away as soon as possible.

As a long-time partner, Star-Lord understood what she meant. He didn’t want to get entangled with this skeleton, so he smiled and said:

"I'm not familiar with that person either. We still have something to do. We need to take the first step. We don't buy insurance, don't buy goods, and don't believe in the Savior. Thank you."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

But the skeleton's palm put on his shoulder, holding him in place, and a sinister voice came from behind:

"There are many things I want to know. You can also tell me other things."

"Ahem! Don't be impulsive. Do you want to see me dance?"

Feeling a burst of cold energy flowing into his body, Star-Lord's hair stood up. He immediately took out his best countermeasure and performed the peacock dance on the spot.