EBE Chapter 552
Chapter 552
Chapter 552
After experiencing so many things, both Michael and Wanda actually have a considerable understanding of Tony Stark.In essence, Tony is a person who creates the future with his own hands. Everything he owns is created by himself. Even if he is deprived of his "son of Howard" status, it will not affect his current position at all.
His only fear is to think that he is only a machine after all, an "iron man".Once he crosses this threshold and realizes his position and the value of Iron Man, he will no longer be confused.
"Thank you." Tony said seriously to Wanda, "And I'm sorry. Maybe you figured it out a long time ago, but what you said means a lot to me."
Wanda waved her hand to signal no need.To be honest, she never thought that one day she would look into Stark's eyes and tell him that she could let go of the heavy past.
But now, the past really doesn't matter as much anymore.Like her most important people told her, instead of dwelling on the past, it is better to focus on the future.
Her gaze subconsciously turned to Michael again, and she couldn't help smiling.
"Sir, I noticed that we are not on our way back to Earth now." Shirley studied the interstellar map floating in front of her, tilting her head with some doubts, "If this continues, we will enter the next wormhole in a few minutes. Jumping, the expected landing target is a transit planet deep in the Milky Way?"
"Yes, I'm not mistaken, Shirley." Michael locked on to a certain direction she pointed out, and said lightly, "I inquired a little at Voldi Tear, and Queen Sitia pointed me in the direction—that's a An inferior planet called 'Hope's Pustule', that's our goal."
"An inferior planet named 'Hope's Pustule'?" Tony lifted his chin. "I'd bet $100 million on the spot if someone told me they named the planet without any irony. So we What are you going to do there?"
"You guys? It's all right. 'Hope's Pustule' is an interstellar transfer station, and there should be many alien races from all over the galaxy. After landing later, you can go down and wander around, maybe you can bring some souvenirs Back to Earth or something. As for me"
Michael paused.
"...I have to go find someone over there."
***
More than an hour later, the pustules of hope.
Before embarking on this journey, Wanda had various fantasies about "outer space", especially about alien civilizations and cities.She has imagined whether there will be some "economically difficult areas" in the vast universe, just like the slums on the earth.
And now she knows, it really does exist.
Hope's Pustule is one such place.The building materials, technologies, and styles here are completely different from those on Earth, and the streets and alleys are not white, yellow, or dark-skinned humans, but human-shaped kangaroos, lions, and Squidward Brothers.But aside from these racial differences and geographical differences, in fact, this place is no different from the slums on earth.
In a dilapidated alley full of polluted liquid, there is the largest bar on the asteroid.
boom!
A super-reinforced door panel with a thickness of five meters was knocked open from the inside, and fell down with a heavy mournful sound.An alien with a height of eight meters knocked open the door panel, and fell heavily on the ground with his back.All four of his eyes were painfully closed, and the sucker-like mouth was constantly spraying water like a fountain. This state is estimated to be equivalent to "foaming at the mouth" of human beings.
The most famous bounty hunter in the entire area, the giant robot "Deadhead", is sitting at the bar with his legs crossed, holding an oversized wine glass in one hand and a smoking laser pistol in the other. , looks quite chic of a western cowboy.
Even though his fame was big enough to shock most of the bad guys around here, there were still some idiots who thought they could gain fame and status by beating him, and they were wrong.This is already the first self-righteous idiot that the head of death has dealt with, and he doesn't think it will be the last.
"Boss." He put away his pistol, shook the drained glass, "have another drink."
"It's been a good life. It seems that the last transaction made a lot of money?"
The sound came from the side.Death's Head turned his head and found that the black knight—the warrior from Earth—had sat down beside him at some point, and his movements were naturally like an old friend who came to drink with him.
The head of death cursed bad luck in his stomach.
"Congratulations." The head of death said while taking the wine glass handed by the boss, "Although I knew that people like you would definitely have a way. You have gotten rid of the recording robot of the Luomulun people? I Guess what, he's turned into a piece of scrap metal, right?"
"No. But we did come to an agreement that he parted ways with us to continue his recording mission," Michael said.
"Oh?" The head of death was a little surprised.After he accepted the hire to lure the Black Knight to 451, he fully expected that the two sides would kill each other forever.
Well, to be honest, he didn't think that Michael had a chance to seek revenge on him before.He thought that Michael was either dead or 451's puppet - although he didn't know what 451 was trying to do with the Black Knight.
The head of death quickly recalled the rumors about the black knight, and then weighed his weight, reckoning that this might be a tough battle.
He took a swig of the alien liquor.
"Well, although I think you should understand this truth, I still have to emphasize," the bounty hunter said, "The previous thing, it was just a business. I did the job when I received a commission. I cheated You, but that's not personal. It's just a deal, nothing more."
Michael shrugged his shoulders.
"Of course, I understand." He said, pausing, "In fact, thanks to you, I have gained a lot of benefits. For example, the technology and knowledge left by a lost super race are all invaluable treasures." .”
"Oh? You got the ones from the Luo Mulun people, that's really congratulations." The head of death was surprised, "You know that many people want to get these, and this is an opportunity that can't be asked for. So you should thank me."
"Yeah, I think so. That's why I ordered this drink."
As Michael said, he casually threw two pieces of hard green metal on the table—that was the common currency in this area.
Death's Head did not reach out to pick it up, but only looked at the two coins, his eyes flickering slightly for a while.
Then he slammed the cup away, drew his gun and pointed at Michael beside him.
But he was still a step too late—the pulse beam hit his chest before he could make a move, and the bounty hunter flew across the bar in embarrassment, and happened to fall on the alien he had thrown out before .
Michael came out unhurriedly.
"You are a businessman, the head of death," he said slowly, "so I think you should also understand how accounts are calculated."
(End of this chapter)