Mall Balance: 3.23...
Looking at his mall balance, Qin Mo felt a sense of how different things were now.
Once upon a time, to save money for Radar Sense, he almost went crazy running errands, delivering food, fixing pipes, and researching hardware softening projects with rich ladies...
Even half a year ago.
The large sum for the second-ranked patron's rental of the White Can Armor was enough to make him jump with joy.
But now, he felt like he was almost broke, yet his mall balance still had a cold 3 big targets.
"That's not right, Tony that old man hasn't paid yet, has he?" Qin Mo suddenly realized.
During the day, to apply the nanotechnology to practical projects as quickly as possible, Tony rented the White Can Armor again, but he hadn't paid yet.
Qin Mo quickly found Jarvis in his contacts and dialed the exclusive signal source.
"Good evening, Mr. Murdoch."
"Good evening, Jarvis, remember to remind Tony that the payment for the White Can Armor rental hasn't arrived yet."
"My apologies, my fault."
"Hmm?" Qin Mo suddenly became interested: "What does that have to do with you?"
"It's like this," Jarvis explained, "Mr. Stark did tell me about it, but these days all my computing power has been used for the nanotechnology deductions, which is why the rental payment was delayed."
"Alright then." Qin Mo pursed his lips.
Whether it was true or not was no longer important; what was important was that the money earned from the White Can Armor had arrived.
"Good night, Jarvis."
"Good night, Mr. Murdoch."
After the small interlude, Qin Mo focused his attention on today's three refreshed items.
"Item: Perfect Five-Five Serum, How Captain AmericaWas Made, Price: $10,000,000"
"Item: Perfect Five-Five Serum, How Captain AmericaWas Made, Price: $10,000,000"
"Secret Manual: "Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm Unlimited Edition," a cultivation method that only exists in imagination, Price: $10"
"Holy crap." Qin Mo spat out a mouthful of soda, "Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm? Unlimited? I don't have that much time to cultivate, do I?"
If he remembered correctly, cultivating Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm from the first level to the thirteenth level would take a cumulative 16,382 years.
How long can humans live?
16,382 years was pure nonsense.
And it was not hard to imagine that the Unlimited Edition produced by the system would definitely require even more time.
A hundred million years? A billion years, or is there no end to cultivation?
"This... is a bit interesting."
The price was ten U.S. dollars, which was quite affordable.
However, with human lifespan, there was actually no chance to cultivate Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm to its ultimate realm.
Even the thirteenth level required over ten thousand years, and for the Unlimited Edition, Heaven knows how many years it would truly take.
However, that was for ordinary people.
For a multiversal powerhouse like Qin Mo, who had long transcended the limits of lifespan, the one thing he had in abundance was time.
"Buy all."
"Ding, purchase successful, it has been stored in your system warehouse."
Qin Mo planned to give the two Perfect Five-Five Serums to Rumlow and Pierce respectively.
After taking the loyalty potion, Pierce's loyalty to him was almost on par with Rumlow's.
Injecting them both with the Perfect Five-Five Serumwas equivalent to enhancing Qin Mo's combat power, making his employees more motivated, and allowing them to earn him more money.
He wished everyone was like Bruce Banner—a nuclear-powered ox.
Honest Banner, working hard and tirelessly.
The body is the capital of revolution; only those with good physical condition are qualified to be a competent ox.
Those with poor health can't even be an ox.
From now on, he would only recruit powerful oxen under his command.
Taking out the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm Unlimited Edition, Qin Mo prepared to test how many layers his limit truly was.
The core of Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm lies in the superimposed break out of external palm force, focusing on the development of physical strength, with each layer symbolizing the strength of one dragon and one elephant.
Each successful layer doubles the power, but the time required increases exponentially...
It is known that at the thirteenth layer, the palm force is close to the ten-thousand-jin level, so when cultivated to the one-thousandth layer, the palm force Qin Mounleashes would be equivalent to 10 to the power of 302 jin...
At that time, with his physical body alone, a single palm strike would be enough to destroy approximately 10 to the power of 248 Universes worth of matter.
With one palm, all realms would crumble.
The time required would be 10 to the power of 301 years, spanning countless eons... even if one started cultivating from the moment the Universe was born, one might not necessarily reach the ultimate realm.
"This..." Qin Mo subtly put away the secret manual, closed his eyes, and lay down to sleep.
It was truly beyond human capability.
He would leave it for someone destined to find it in the future.
It was late, and all was silent, but the underground garage of Villa No. 1 was bustling with activity.
Lockdown, Shadow, Hot Rod, and Mechanical Dog, the four great generals, were gathered together, chattering away on a secure channel unique to the Transformers.
Hot Rod: Guys, did that Short Legs with the nice figure say tonight that she wanted to invite us to join the Avengers?
Shadow: She seemed to have said something like that.
Lockdown: Dog, who is in the Avengers now?
Mechanical Dog: The Boss, Hawkeye, Blade, and the Short Legs you mentioned—Black Widow. That rich guy Tony is just a nominal member.
Hot Rod: Is the Green Fatty we beat up also in it?
Mechanical Dog: Green Fatty hasn't joined yet.
Shadow: Dog, how do you feel about S.H.I.E.L.D.? Have you passed your probation?
Mechanical Dog: Hehe, it's alright. The Boss often skips work, so I'm out and about with Rumlow and the others every day, scrounging for stuff. Now I'm a Level 3 agent—Egghead.
Hot Rod: Why such a lame name?
Mechanical Dog: The Boss said the S.H.I.E.L.D. Directoris called Nick Fury, and I'm called Little Black, so Egghead fits well.
Hot Rod: So I'm Hot Egghead?
Shadow: Shadow Egghead?
Lockdown: Good thing Grimlock and Scourge didn't come over.
Mechanical Dog: Grim Egghead, Scourge Egghead...
Hot Rod: I'm dying of laughter, Dog, tomorrow at work, ask Short Legs if she can introduce us. When we join, we'll give the Boss a surprise.
Shadow: I doubt it, the Boss told me to protect his wife.
Hot Rod: Just wait, maybe the Boss will summon a few more Autobots.
Mechanical Dog: I still think Decepticons are better...
Shadow, Hot Rod: Hmm?
Mechanical Dog looked to Lockdown for help. Among the four great generals, Lockdown had the strongest combat power. There was no other way; Hot Rod's time-stopping gun was still with the Boss.
Lockdown: Don't look at me, I'm just a bounty hunter, I don't get involved in your Autobot and Decepticon infighting.
Transformers originated from the depleted planet Cybertron. Why was it depleted? There were three reasons... the infighting between the Autobots and Decepticons definitely accounted for a significant portion.
Lockdown: It's a pity the Boss didn't summon my spaceship back then.
Mechanical Dog: My cassette army didn't come either.
Hot Rod: How do I remember the cassette army belonging to the Decepticon Soundwave? When did it become yours?
Mechanical Dog: It's the same thing.
Hot Rod: ...
Ch: 91
It was just getting light when Qin Mo opened his eyes punctually.
This was a biological clock ingrained in his bones, never deviating over the years.
Now, he no longer had to rely on physical labor to make a living; simply being on the system's payroll brought him a substantial income, even allowing him to lie at home and wait for his subordinates to earn money for him.
But as the saying goes: people can't be idle; once they are, they become useless.
It wasn't that he had to stick to a nine-to-five job.
It was just that he always had a string pulled tight in his heart—he always had to find something to do, not to waste the day.
Whether it was sparring with his ex-girlfriend, treating young and beautiful female patients, or, under the guise of being legal and compliant, plundering others' assets.
In short, every day had to be fulfilling.
As usual, Qin Mo first went for a walk in the park with Kanna, and only carried her home after the little one was tired from playing.
After breakfast, he went to the underground garage and specifically chose the Phantom-transforming Porsche 911 as his ride.
Phantom's little report was very successful.
"Boss, hold on tight, alright?"
Amidst Lockdown's helplessness and Hot Rod's indignation, Phantom hummed a tune and sped out of the underground garage.
Making the subordinates work hard, this was Qin Mo's subtle way of empowering them.
"Phantom, first go to Pierce's secret Base."
"Alright."
The commotion after the serum injection was too great; neither the Safety Council Building where Pierce was, nor the S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower where Rumlow was, were suitable.
These two places were rife with undercurrents and various forces, which would cause unnecessary entanglements.
At Qin Mo's current strength, in the entire MarvelUniverse, no matter who saw him, they would respectfully call him Mr. Murdoch.
He wasn't afraid of trouble, but endless entanglements.
Once the existence of the Perfect Five-Five Serum was exposed, it would help him in his future bid for Hua Shi Ren, but also create resistance.
It was not hard to imagine how frantically those who tried to obtain the serum would entangle him then.
Killing them was unnecessary, but not killing them was annoying.
It was better to cut off the risk directly from the source.
About twenty minutes later, after passing through the traffic jam, Qin Mo arrived at Pierce's secret residence.
"Boss."
Rumlow and Pierce's faces were calm, but the surging excitement in their eyes almost burst out.
This morning, when they heard the news of "Captain America's serum, with no side effects," their excitement had already exceeded the scope of what words could describe.
Rumlow was even so excited that he almost plucked all the hair off his dog.
They just needed to write 'happy' on their faces.
"Are you afraid of pain? It might hurt a bit after the serum injection," Qin Mo reminded them kindly.
Before Pierce could speak, Rumlow eagerly said, "No, we're not afraid of pain."
Indeed, young people react quickly.
"That's good." Qin Mo took two syringes from his pocket and handed them to the two men respectively.
"After the enhancement, remember to adapt for a while before going to work, especially you, Pierce; try to be more low-key in the future and don't expose your abilities."
An old man over sixty suddenly becoming full of vigor would arouse suspicion without even needing an investigation.
Pierce took the syringe and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, it's just acting, I'm good at that."
Indeed, if awards were given to all characters who have appeared in the Marvel movie Universe.
Pierce, who simultaneously served as the leader of HYDRA and the minister of the Security Council, would definitely be the Best Actor.
Others could win Best Actor because Best Actor was the highest award, but Pierce could win Best Actor because the highest award only went as far as Best Actor.
"Begin."
"Yes."
Although Qin Mo had reminded them beforehand, the Perfect Five-Five Serum's enhancement and amplification of the body were real, and the pain was naturally real as well...
Watching the two men clench their teeth in silence, yet rolling on the ground in pain, he could only remind them again.
"If you want to scream, just scream. I've already cast a soundproofing spell, so it won't attract attention from anyone nearby."
As soon as he finished speaking, two incomparably miserable screams, like pigs being slaughtered, suddenly erupted.
"Ah~~~"
"Hiss ah~~~"
Frail mortals, why didn't he feel any pain when he injected the Perfect Spider-Man Serum back then?
System: Why? Don't you know?
Perhaps due to his youth and better physique, Rumlow's screams only lasted for about an hour.
Pierce, over sixty, had spent his early years toiling with Zola to raise HYDRA, which led to his physical condition being much worse in his old age.
The screams lasted a full two and a half hours before stopping, and he kept squirming, trying to get up.
Both men were soaked through, and with solemn expressions, they bowed deeply to Qin Mo.
"Long live!!!"
"Ten thousand years!!!"
Even if Qin Mo told them to die at this moment, neither of them would hesitate in the slightest; they would even ask: Boss, how do you want me to die?
This scene made Qin Mo nod in satisfaction.
To reiterate, this was not babysitting; this was enhancing their own combat power, to make the subordinates work harder to earn money.
"You two rest well for a day. I have something to do back at S.H.I.E.L.D.. Oh, and don't shout 'Long live' anymore. Who are you looking down on?"
Bang bang, Qin Mo's figure flashed, and he disappeared directly.
Leaving Pierce and Rumlow to look at each other, eventually, it was Pierce, whose mind was more agile, who spoke first.
"What does Boss mean by that?"
Rumlow shook his head: "I don't know."
"Could it be?" A flash of inspiration struck Pierce's mind: "Could it be that Boss thinks 'ten thousand years' is a curse upon him?"
"Then wouldn't that mean..." Pierce's breathing quickened: "Boss's lifespan far exceeds ten thousand years?"
"Ah? Holy crap." Rumlow finally reacted, muttering to himself: "I must hold onto Boss's leg tightly, I won't let go no matter who comes."
"Indeed." Pierce nodded.
Who wouldn't want to live longer, even just a few more years?
Especially for someone in a high position like Pierce, being alive was the greatest victory.
Meanwhile, at S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower.
After returning to the Deputy Director's office, Qin Mocasually grabbed, tore open space, and directly captured Bruce Banner, who was far away in Hyde Garden.
Bruce Banner almost transformed, but after seeing who was responsible, he muttered softly.
"Shit."
This kind of divine ability was simply inconceivable; there was no possibility of winning.
Banner couldn't even imagine how miserable those who would become enemies with Murdoch would be in the future.
Fortunately, this was his, Banner's, Boss.
"Boss."
"Let's go, first to the conference room. I'll get your warrant canceled, and then we'll do the onboarding process."
Banner's pupils constricted, thinking of some unpleasant things. "Onboarding? Joining S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
"What?" Qin Mo smiled: "You're getting an extra salary, and you're still not happy?"
"Happy." Banner nodded frantically.
He was determined to follow this Boss.
ch: 92
S.H.I.E.L.D. Conference Room.
Deputy Director Murdoch urgently convened a S.H.I.E.L.D. general meeting, which was a welcome party for Bruce Banner joining S.H.I.E.L.D..
Although not the top leader, Deputy Director Murdoch's position was highly valuable, and he held real power.
This was because he was the Hua Shi Ren: a Deputy Director personally appointed by Ellis, representing the interests of Great America.
While S.H.I.E.L.D. was indeed subordinate to the Security Council, approximately 70% of its high-level personnel were U.S. citizens.
Naturally, they were willing to give him this respect.
Moreover, incorporating Hulk into the Avengers had always been the wish of S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury, so there was no reason to refuse.
With the Director's approval and the agreement of most high-ranking officials, almost everyone attended this hastily called meeting.
Murdoch entrusted the task of chairing the meeting to Coulson.
Good-natured Coulson was extremely adept at this.
"Esteemed leaders, fellow colleagues."
Coulson stood on the stage and began to host the meeting with familiarity.
"This meeting was initiated by Deputy Director Murdochand approved by Director Fury, aiming to summarize recent work achievements, look to the future, and welcome Bruce Banner to our big family."
Clap clap clap clap~
The applause below the stage was thunderous. Whether or not it came from the heart, in such an occasion, no one wanted to be caught by the leaders with a flaw.
"Under the leadership of Director Fury, Deputy Director Murdoch, Deputy Director Hill… S.H.I.E.L.D. has achieved fruitful work results."
"We not only protect the safety of the Hua Shi Ren…"
"But also apprehended a large number of spies…"
"Next, please welcome the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director: Mr. Nick Fury, to give a work summary and a Outlook of the future."
Nick Fury: Babble~ Babble.
"Finally, let us give a warm round of applause to welcome Bruce Banner to our big family…"
After the meeting ended.
After a vote by S.H.I.E.L.D. high-level officials: Bruce Banner was specially recruited to join S.H.I.E.L.D., and an application to cancel the Military's arrest warrant was also initiated.
This was precisely why Qin Mo convened the meeting. The instigator of the arrest warrant—General Ross—was still outside the atmosphere, orbiting the Earth.
By the time the application reached the Military, General Ross would have almost returned to Earth.
With the Security Council and S.H.I.E.L.D. vouching for him, plus Qin Mo's deterrent effect on General Ross, the arrest warrant against Bruce Banner could almost be directly canceled.
All these operations were carried out within the rules, achieving the goal legally and compliantly.
After successfully completing the onboarding procedures, Banner held the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent's work ID, his fingertip unconsciously caressing the hot-stamped emblem, his gaze fixed on his slightly restrained smiling face in the photo, lost in thought for a long time.
The life he had yearned for for years, tossing and turning without ever reaching, had just arrived like this?
He was a grateful person and instantly thought of something: "Boss, I'm starting work here, what about Mango Car?"
"What about it?" Qin Mo chuckled: "Of course, you're going to work there."
Seeing Banner's bewildered expression, Qin Moexplained,
"You have been assigned to my command, and the Avengers don't have many missions recently. Going to work at Mango Car Company is for participating in an experiment."
"Experiment?" Banner became even more confused.
"What experiment?"
"A group of mysterious Autobots descended on Earth, fortunately captured by Director Murdoch. To unravel the mystery of the Autobots' arrival, you are entrusted by Director Murdoch to personally participate in the car manufacturing process."
Upon hearing this, Bruce Banner, who held seven Dr.degrees, surprisingly felt a rare sense of inferiority.
Damn it, such an absurd reason could actually work?
Upon closer thought, it actually made a bit of sense.
"Boss, I understand."
Qin Mo patted the nuclear-powered workhorse's shoulder with satisfaction: "Remember to go to Nick Fury's office, and then take on a part-time job at the Avengers to earn an extra salary."
"Understood." Banner responded with a smile.
After returning to the Deputy Director's office, Qin Moonce again took out paper and pen and began to draw and write on the table.
The framework of the car company was already set up, and the factory employees were already in place. These were assets previously owned by HYDRA, which had been transferred to his name.
Bruce Banner as one of the core R&D…
"Not enough, I need more people."
Among the well-known tech magnates in the movie Universe, Tony, Dr. Ethan, and Zhao Hailun were busy discussing nanotechnology and were temporarily unable to attend to the car company.
Dr. Zola could, but he was also busy dealing with assets at the moment.
"Hank Pym?" Qin Mo shook his head.
Dr. Pym owned Pym Technologies, so he probably wouldn't have time to participate in R&D work either.
"I can't just go to Wakanda and kidnap Shuri… Shuri is still a little kid right now!"
After much thought with no results, Qin Mo put the paper and pen into the system warehouse and lay on his boss chair, closing his eyes to rest.
If the system store could refresh a research-type Transformer, or even conceptual gods like Gray Wolf or Tom Cat, that would be great.
Gray Wolf, who could even hand-make an aircraft carrier, making a car with four wheels would be a piece of cake.
Essentially, his current problem was the scarcity of usable talent under his command.
This resulted in his current workers being unable to earn big money.
He couldn't possibly let the Shadow Ninjas deliver takeout, could he?
With that free time, it would be better to have the ninjas join Skye's firm and do more business.
"Huh?" Qin Mo's eyes lit up.
This could work.
Yesterday, he and Skye bought that commercial storefront along the street, and they were currently studying renovation plans.
Since it was located near high-end office buildings, they naturally couldn't use the old firm's renovation style.
Once the firm officially opened for business, he would arrange for all the Shadow Ninjas to go there… to work and earn money.
Even a mosquito's leg is meat, no matter how small.
He still understood the principle of accumulating small amounts to make a large one.
Moreover, the Shadow Ninjas didn't need to eat, drink, or consume, making them perfect chosen workers.
"Too bad there are only 100 ninjas…"
"Excluding the 25 guarding Zola's server, there are only 75 workers left."
The current Qin Mo wanted to earn big money, but he also didn't let go of small money, perfectly demonstrating what a seasoned capitalist he was.
Commonly known as a beast.
…
Stark Industries Park.
Nanotechnology Laboratory.
The three-person team, led by Zhao Hailun and assisted by Tony and Ethan, once again began a new round of material experiments.
All three of them were seasoned tech magnates, having experienced countless breakthroughs from nothing.
But after many failures, it was inevitable for their mindset to become unbalanced.
Like now.
Tony felt that—the White Can Armor placed to the side was mocking their overestimation of themselves.
"Shit, why is it so difficult?"
Thinking of that mysterious Murdoch Industries, which could produce such perfect White Can Armor, Tonyimmediately fell into deep self-doubt.
Suddenly, Pepper's voice arrived before she did.
"Tony, what have you been doing outside again?"
"Me?" Tony pointed at himself.
"The Department of Defense is looking for you, the Military is looking for you… all the tech companies in the World are looking for you."
"Ah?"
After only two and a half seconds of silence, Tonyblurted out: "Has S.H.I.E.L.D. looked for me?"
Pepper paused: "It seems not."
"Fuck, damn Murdoch."
Ch: 93
Fuck, that damned Murdoch."
Tony knew without a doubt that Murdoch must have pinned some bizarre blame on him.
"Pepper, why are they looking for me?"
"They said you successfully developed a transforming combat robot that can even suppress the Hulk…"
"Shit." Tony frowned, "I didn't even know I was that amazing."
"It's really not you?" Pepper asked again.
"It's really not me. I can't even figure out how to apply nanotechnology to the Mark Armor, so how would I have time to build transforming robots?"
However.
After Tony finished speaking, he realized that not only did Pepper not believe him, but even Zhao Hailun, who had been with him recently, also had an expression of disbelief.
"It's really not me." Tony was on the verge of tears.
However, when he thought about how this could boost Stark Industries' stock price, he could only reluctantly take the blame.
"Alright, it was me."
Compared to making money, such a misunderstanding was just a minor inconvenience.
It's not a big deal.
If possible, please intensify it.
"I knew it." Pepper's face showed an "as expected" expression.
"Should I reply to them?"
"Reply." Tony stroked his chin, quickly pondering—how to gain more benefits.
"Pepper, reply like this: The transformable Mark robot is entirely made of Vibranium. I don't have Vibranium on hand right now. If they want it, they should send the Vibranium over."
Vibranium costs ten thousand dollars per gram on the market. He refused to believe that some foolish person would actually send Vibranium over.
"Okay, you two get back to work."
Pepper smiled and left the laboratory.
Tony, meanwhile, chuckled and said, "I'm going out to make a call, I'll be right back."
After leaving the laboratory under the pretense of making a call, he immediately instructed, "Jarvis, keep an eye on Stark Industries' stock price changes at all times."
"Yes, sir."
He planned to return to his old ways, selling when the stock price rose and buying back when it fell.
He would perfectly manipulate the retail investors.
After giving all the instructions, he dialed Murdoch's number: "King, next time, give me a heads-up in advance. At least let me be prepared."
"Okay."
"Thanks."
Hanging up the phone, Tony looked up at the sky, as if this moment of peace could quickly heal his frustrated heart.
Before building the Mark Armor, he saw the White Can Armor like a frog in a well looking at the moon in the sky.
After building the Mark Armor, he saw the White Can Armor like a tiny ant seeing the vast sky.
Only at this nanotechnology stage did Tony truly discover the greatness of the White Can Armor; it was a perfect work of art that transcended its era.
And yet, that person wasn't even willing to wear it.
Actually, Tony sincerely and wholeheartedly thanked Murdoch. If the other party frequently appeared wearing the White Can Armor, he wouldn't even have the nerve to wear the Mark Armor out.
The gap was too big.
A gap that absolutely could not be bridged in a short time.
A moment of rest filled Tony with fighting spirit. He had never been inferior to anyone in his life.
"Go for it!!! You can do it."
After self-PUA, Tony, re-energized, returned to the laboratory to continue his research into nanotechnology applications.
…
Hyde Garden, Villa No. 1.
Accompanied by a sparking, sizzling Teleport light circle, Sorcerer Supreme Gu Yi arrived again.
"Mr. Murdoch, I apologize for disturbing you."
"Sorcerer, please speak."
Having just skipped work from S.H.I.E.L.D., Qin Mo was too lazy to invite Ancient One in for tea. He was afraid this old man would take advantage and invite him to become the Sorcerer Supreme again.
Kamar-Taj held no attraction for him. How much money could a group of ascetic Sorcerers have in their pockets?
Perhaps they might even need Qin Mo to assist them.
Thinking back to "Avengers 3," where Sorcerer Supreme Doctor Strange and librarian Wong, together, only had a total of 1.5 U.S. dollars in their pockets.
That thought of becoming the Sorcerer Supremeinstantly vanished, scared away by this stark poverty.
Kamar-Taj was simply a hell for pay-to-win players.
"I came this time to ask you where Agatha went. I haven't been able to sense her presence for some time."
"Ah, her, she should still be with Death."
Hearing this, Ancient One nodded: "That's good. Thank you for your time, I'll take my leave."
Ancient One came in a hurry and left in a hurry.
It left Qin Mo a bit confused. This old man didn't bring up the Sorcerer Supreme matter again?
Did she suddenly have a change of heart?
"Mr. Murdoch, do you want to be the Sorcerer Supreme?"
Sure enough, Ancient One's invitation, though late, arrived.
"Goodbye to you." Qin Mo waved his hand, forcibly shoving Ancient One into the Teleport light circle, and then closed it.
This was like Mr. Ma, with billions in net worth, suddenly being invited by a charity organization to be their president.
Were they interested in Mr. Ma? No, they were interested in the money in Mr. Ma's pocket.
While playing with Kanna back in the living room, Qin Mo suddenly remembered that—Omniverse Dimensional Gate—had been kept in his system inventory.
Whether to go to other Worlds was a question.
When to go was also a question.
Having lived a second life and fought his way to the present, Qin Mo was no longer that penniless wage earner.
He had his own family; being responsible for himself meant being responsible for his family.
After all, the Omniverse Dimensional Gate randomly travels to other Worlds.
Randomness also meant uncontrollability.
The Multiverse level was indeed powerful, but what if, by chance, he entered a World where even Multiverse-level beings were nothing special?
At that time, he wouldn't even have time to cry.
"Forget it. After the money from cutting up HYDRA's assets arrives, I'll save up a hundred billion, buy a super powerful ability, and then go."
Previously, to strengthen his power and survive in the dangerous Marvel Universe, Qin Mo almost spent whatever money he had in his pocket.
Now, he had already advanced to Multiverse-level and possessed a divine artifact—the Ultimate Nullifier.
For now, he didn't need to worry about safety, so making rational use of the system's refresh rules to obtain super powerful abilities became especially important.
Accumulating slowly step by step was good, but saving up for a big gamble was also worth trying once.
Whether it was worth it, only trying it himself would tell.
If he had a burst of good luck, he might even directly advance to the Super-Universe level, although the probability was small…
But it was still the same saying: you only know after trying.
It's the same logic as dating a girlfriend. You only know if a girlfriend is good or not after you personally try.
Whether she suits you.
Whether she matches your hobbies, fits your life rhythm, and whether you can both take things further.
For Qin Mo, Skye was quite a good fit.
A good fit in all aspects.
Skye was clingy but not annoying, and she had an inherent drive for self-improvement. She was also willing to try new positions.
Most, most, most importantly, Skye had just turned eighteen.
Injecting the Perfect Five-Five Serum at the most beautiful age meant her prime would last a very, very long time.
Even when she gained immortality with Qin Mo's help in the future, Skye would still look as she did now.
Qin Mo would always love eighteen-year-old beauties, and Skye would always remain eighteen.
See, that's what you call a good fit.
Ch: 94
Time sometimes passes very slowly, so slowly that it feels like an eternity, making one wish to press the fast-forward button and skip those agonizing days.
Yet, time sometimes passes very quickly, so quickly that when one suddenly looks back, they realize half a lifetime has passed with nothing accomplished, making one Can't help but give birth: The delusion of starting over again.
Unbeknownst to anyone, 2009 quietly arrived.
During this period, Qin Mo barely purchased any items refreshed in the System Store.
This was because he was saving money.
He planned to save 100 billion for a big move.
After more than seventy years of development, HYDRA's total assets were nearly a trillion.
However, if he wanted to convert them into cash, it would not only take time, but also result in varying degrees of depreciation during the process.
There was no other way; supply and demand dictated it. Rashly selling off assets would only lead to greater losses.
In any case, he had plenty of time.
In the last two months of the year, Zola and Pierce were able to liquidate about 10 billion per month on average.
If this pace continued, it would take nearly a year to accumulate 100 billion.
Fortunately.
The dividends from Mango Phone Company finally arrived.
Since the release of the first generation Mango Phone in July, total sales for 2008 reached 49 million units, generating 24.5 billion in revenue.
Based on a net profit margin of 30%, Qin Mo and Tony, as shareholders, each received 3.675 billion in dividends.
Under normal circumstances, a 20% tax and a 3.8% net investment income tax would also need to be deducted.
However, for Tony Stark, a seasoned capitalist warrior, these were not issues.
The capitalists of Great America almost all possessed various legitimate and compliant tax avoidance methods. After several clever maneuvers by Tony, each person received a net of 3.3 billion.
He was still 76.7 billion short of 100 billion.
Considering that he could legitimately and compliantly plunder assets from certain fat sheep.
Qin Mo estimated that in at most half a year, he would be able to gather the set target.
At that time, he would try to make a big splash.
In reality, based solely on the amount of funds, the items that would be refreshed at that time would at least be more powerful than Chaos Magic (Elementary).
Among the three great powers of Marvel, he already possessed Phoenix Force (3/49) fragments and Chaos Magic (Elementary), leaving only Fairy Force unseen.
This… was actually very difficult to choose.
How to put it, Fairy Force was indeed very strong, but its constant hunger, more terrifying than Devourer of Worlds often being hungry…
One must know, Devourer of Worlds occasionally got to eat his fill.
But Fairy Force was always in a state of hunger, and every host was its slave.
It was its medium for eating.
In some respects.
The existence of Devourer of Worlds was essentially similar to the role played by the Celestials in the Universe.
The Celestials created stars to illuminate the Universe, then waited for them to evolve into star systems, and then sowed Celestial Seed on life Planets, reproducing new Gods through divine manifestation.
This special method of reproduction indirectly led to the infinite expansion of the Universe, until it eventually moved towards destruction.
And Devourer of Worlds' act of devouring Planets slowed down the expansion of the Universe, preventing the Universe from heading towards destruction so quickly.
One added, one subtracted.
But Fairy Force was different.
Fairy Force brought only destruction to the Universe; it would devour everything it encountered.
Whether it was life or any matter, all were on Fairy Force's menu; it even ate black holes…
Otherwise, the Fourth Celestials would not have sealed it at the cost of their lives.
Moreover, Qin Mo guessed that Fairy Force was highly likely to be in a complete state, unlike Phoenix Force, which was shattered into fragments and scattered throughout the Multiverse.
In that case, 100 billion was simply not enough.
Unless two more zeros were added, it would not match the price of Fairy Force.
"Brother, Happy New Year!"
Skye's blessing pulled Qin Mo back to reality from his immersed thoughts.
He looked up and saw Skye wrapped in a striking red, her cheeks flushed by the fireplace, even her brows and eyes tinged with a hint of allure.
Qin Mo's heart stirred, and a smile spread across his lips.
"Happy New Year."
This was his twenty-fourth year in the Marvel Universe, and by the end of this year, he could participate in the Assembly Member election.
Before, Qin Mo had considered many possibilities, but he had never thought that what would limit his performance would actually be his age.
He was inexplicably similar to Sleepy Joe.
The youngest Assembly Member and the oldest Hua Shi Ren in Great America's history.
"Little Qin, fireworks, set off fireworks."
"Alright."
At midnight on January 1, 2009, Qin Mo's two-month savings plan faced its first test.
"Omega-Level Mutant Ability: Mimicry and Amplification, no physical contact required, can replicate and maximize others' abilities, price: $2 billion."
Just one glance made Qin Mo sigh repeatedly.
"Indeed, I was still too naive. I actually forgot the true meaning of the Dog System's money-grubbing nature."
Over the years, he knew the System's trickery, and the System knew all his preferences.
Mimicry and Amplification was the Mutant ability unique to Hope among the 14 Omega-level Mutants.
Hope had successively copied the abilities of Phoenix, Cyclops, Iceman, Magneto, and others, and in actual combat, she could stack multiple abilities simultaneously.
The most overpowered aspect was that Hope, without direct contact with Phoenix fragments, copied Phoenix Force merely by perception.
She also once copied Scarlet Witch's Chaos Magic and teamed up to defeat Cyclops, who had transformed into Dark Phoenix.
On the surface, it seemed heaven-defying, and in reality, it was indeed incredibly powerful.
However, in the movie Universe where Qin Mo was currently located… there were no Mutants.
Or rather, not yet.
It would not be until Dr. Doom appeared in the future that Mutants from the Mutant Universe would enter the movie Universe.
"No, that's not right."
Qin Mo suddenly realized that Phoenix Force and Scarlet Witch were not Mutants, yet Hope successfully copied them.
Didn't that mean that the targets copied by Mimicry and Amplification were not limited to just Mutants?
"Purchase Mimicry and Amplification."
"Ding, purchase successful."
The moment Qin Mo acquired Hope's Omega-Level Mutant Ability, he already sensed the existence of copyable targets around him.
It was Skye's superpower: Tremor.
"Holy crap, this is heaven-defying."
With almost no hesitation, Qin Mo activated Mimicry and Amplification, successfully replicating Tremor and pushing it to an extreme state that Skye had not even reached.
Immediately after, he tore open a spatial rift and jumped straight in, preparing to find an uninhabited Planet to test the power of extreme Tremor.
His pay-to-win cheat was bound to Earth; he wasn't crazy.
Ten light-years away.
A giant, barren rocky Planet silently floated in the cold depths of the Universe.
Qin Mo, alone, hovered above the Planet, slowly raising his right hand, palm facing down, directly towards the Planet.
There was no dazzling light, no violent energy overflow, but centered on his palm, space itself began to undergo high-frequency tremors imperceptible to the naked eye.
The ultra-high frequency tremors instantly reached the Planet's surface, and from the point of contact, spiderweb-like cracks rapidly spread.
In a few breaths.
This uninhabited Planet, like a smashed watermelon, exploded from a solid sphere into countless fragments of rock and dust of varying sizes.
"What the f*ck!!!"
One hundred thousand light-years away, hearing a language from Earth made Qin Mo turn to look at the source of the sound—a pitch-black spaceship.
Immediately after, a woman surrounded by golden energy light burst out of the spaceship, looking from afar…
Seeing who it was, Qin Mo asked knowingly.
"Earthling?"
"Huh? Fellow countryman?"
Ch: 95
The woman who greeted Qin Mo was Carol, the one Nick Fury had yearned for for many years, yet could never obtain, and even had limited chances to meet.
Carol Danvers, known as Captain Marvel.
Nick Fury's decision to establish the Avengers was greatly influenced by this woman.
Back then, Carol had left a profound impact on Nick Fury, who was merely a Level 3 agent at the time, an impact so strong that he would remember it for the rest of his life.
For various reasons, Carol became the White Moonlight in Nick Fury's heart.
Thinking of this, Qin Mo suddenly had a mischievous idea.
They all said Carol wasn't good-looking, even calling her 'Captain Marvel Auntie,' but if he thought about it differently, what if he slept with Nick Fury's White Moonlight goddess...
Hiss~ Just thinking about it was quite exciting.
"Fellow Earthling?" Carol waved her hand in front of Qin Mo, "What were you thinking about just now, so lost in thought."
"Hey." Qin Mo lied without batting an eye, "I was just a little excited to suddenly see a fellow Earthling."
"Yeah, why are you here?" Carol, like a curious child, asked incessantly.
"It's truly incredible that there's someone as powerful as you on Earth."
She could actually do what she had just seen, but she would need to activate her Binary form and attack multiple times consecutively to completely shatter that Planet.
She couldn't do it as effortlessly as her fellow Earthling, with almost no extra movements, just reaching out his hand...
"I'm actually quite ordinary," Qin Mo said humbly.
There was actually nothing wrong with him saying that.
Many powerful ancient gods had been born on Earth, but for some reason, these ancient gods had never officially appeared in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
Figures like Chthon and the Vishanti were only mentioned a few times.
Marvel doesn't understand Marvel at all, what's the point of a multiverse? It's better to develop Earthproperly.
"Alright..." Carol didn't dwell on the question anymore, changing her tone, "Want to come to my spaceship for a bit?"
Having been away from Earth for many years, she had been busy helping the Skrulls find a new home and hadn't really interacted with men.
Suddenly seeing a man who was powerful, had excellent looks and temperament, and most importantly, was also a human...
Carol's heart was already fluttering.
It was a case of mutual affection, a good match, and both were adults... nothing more.
Two and a half hours later.
Nick Fury's unattainable White Moonlight had just finished her intimate sparring session with Qin Mo, proving the saying—your goddess is also someone else's simp.
After an intimate exchange, Carol looked radiant, "When are you planning to go back?"
Qin Mo poured a glass of wine, "I'm flexible."
Since he was already off-World and on vacation, he might as well relax properly.
"Then, another round?"
Facing Carol's invitation for another sparring session, as a man, he absolutely couldn't say he couldn't do it.
"Sure."
Among all the women Qin Mo had sparred with, Carol's physical strength was absolutely second to none, even more durable than Hill.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time.
Qin Mo stood naked from the waist up by the ship's window, staring blankly into deep space, not because he had entered the sage mode, but because Carol had knelt and begged for mercy.
"How far is Xandar from here?"
"About 200 light-years," Carol replied weakly from the bed, "Why, are you going to Xandar?"
"I heard there are more aliens there, so I want to go and see how they differ from Earthlings."
Actually, Qin Mo wanted to try if Xandar's currency could be included in the system's mall as a fund for top-ups.
If it could, he would have another path.
He could even imitate Earth's development path when traveling to other Worlds in the future, continuing to employ others to earn money for him.
"I'll go with you."
"No need," Qin Mo said, "If you're busy, I can go by myself just the same."
"I'm not busy lately, so I'll go with you, lest you get scammed by aliens." Carol's explanation seemed a bit weak.
"Then... thank you."
This thank you came from the bottom of Qin Mo's heart.
Because during the sparring session just now, he used Hope's Omega-Level Mutant Ability and successfully replicated the Binary mode from Carol.
However, he had not yet confirmed the quantity limit of the "Imitation and Amplification" replication ability, nor its retention time.
Based on the ability description and the information Qin Mo understood.
The replication quantity is theoretically unlimited, capable of simultaneously replicating and stacking multiple abilities, but it is limited by mental load.
Excessive replication can lead to mental distress.
For example, in the "Fear Itself" event, Hope replicated the abilities of all X-Men to fight Red Tank and then fell into a coma.
Secondly, whether it can be permanently retained.
Referring to the "Avengers vs. X-Men" event, Hopereplicated Scarlet Witch's Chaos Magic to fight Dark Phoenix, but there was no mention of retaining the ability after the battle.
When her adoptive father, Cable, died, Hope first unleashed a large-scale release of replicated multiple abilities due to emotional outburst, but still needed to re-imitate them afterward.
In short, it cannot be permanently retained.
Even so.
This ability, which allows imitation and amplification without physical contact, is still terrifying.
To put it simply, when Qin Mo encounters the Deathentity next time and they clash.
He can not only unleash the Phoenix Force, Chaos Magic, and numerous Omega-level Mutant Abilities he already possesses.
He can also replicate the abilities Death possesses.
This is equivalent to him using Death's abilities to fight Death—
Qin Mo + Death > Death...
What if it can't be permanently retained? As long as it can be replicated during battle, it's fine.
Besides, the enemy doesn't know—that he can't permanently retain it.
Replicate Death when fighting Death, the replicated ability disappears after the battle, and when he encounters Death next time... just keep replicating.
Only at this moment did Qin Mo truly realize the perversity of Imitation and Amplification.
You think I don't have it, but I actually do.
You think I have it, and I really do.
Qin Mo: (ಡ ω ಡ)
About an hour later, Carol's spaceship, after dozens of space jumps, finally arrived at Xandar.
"We're here," Carol said, "There's a good bar here, let's go check it out first."
"Okay, you lead the way."
The moment he touched Xandar, Qin Mo heard the system's prompt.
"Ding, it has been detected that you have arrived at another living Planet, and more types of currency available for top-up have been opened. Please check them yourself."
Opening the mall interface, Qin Mo clicked on the newly added currencies available for top-up: Nova Corps Credits (Xandar), Kree Credits (Kree Empire), Phoenix Credits (Shi'ar Empire)...
The curve of his lips became more and more unrestrained; from now on, Qin Mo would develop in all aspects.
"Finally, I don't have to be stuck on Earth anymore."
Ch: 96
Xandar, Nova Bar.
The words 'Nova' might not be special on other Planets, but on Xandar, these two words carry immense deterrent power.
This is because the Nova Corps is the only armed force on Xandar, not only responsible for security but also defending against invasions from the Kree Empire.
A bar daring to use the name Nova must surely mean no one would cause trouble here.
Whether it was borrowing influence, or simply a coincidence in naming.
Many years ago, most of the Milky Way Galaxy was occupied by three great Empires: the Kree Empire, the Shi'ar Empire, and the Skrull Empire.
To plunder resources and populations, the three Empires fought among themselves.
Years passed, and compared to the stability of the Shi'ar Empire, the Skrull Empire's situation is now extremely precarious...
They are being hunted by the Kree Empire.
The group of Skrulls who followed Carol were one of the refugee groups from the Skrull Empire.
With the fall of old rulers, the Nova Empire rose to prominence, subtly showing a trend of becoming the Third Empire.
Because of this, Xandar became the ruler of this sector of the Universe, the best choice for alien immigrants seeking refuge.
The refugees believed in the future of Xandar, believing it would become a stable and peaceful home.
This situation is quite similar to the United States during World War I and World War II.
But Qin Mo, with his God-like perspective, knew that even if the development trend was extremely similar, Xandar could not become the United States.
Nine years later, to acquire the Cosmic Orb, which is the Power Stone, Thanos personally led the Black Order, broke through the Nova Corps' defenses, and destroyed Xandar.
"Hey, why are you spacing out again?" Carol handed him a glass of green glowing drink: "Try this."
"Thanks." Qin Mo took the glass and took a small sip.
He was somewhat apprehensive about this drink of unknown composition, not because he was worried about poison; what poison could poison a Celestial?
Rather, he was concerned about its greenish color.
Aliens' eating habits are not like humans'; God knows if this drink was made from squeezed Skrulls...
"How is it?" Carol asked expectantly.
"Tsk tsk, it tastes strange..."
Seeing a slouching figure at the next table, Qin Mo's tone shifted, and he deliberately asked, "Carol, do you know the Raiders?"
In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the Raiders' activities extend throughout the Universe.
They do not belong to any political power or regular army, mainly earning profits by plundering resources, goods, or completing bounties.
They can also be called space pirates.
"Raiders?" Carol asked in surprise, "You even know about them?"
"Mm." Qin Mo nodded: "I want to do some business with them."
At this moment, the slouching figure finally moved.
When he heard his familiar native language just now, he instinctively wanted to get up and come over, but the desire to eavesdrop forcefully pulled back that impulse, preventing him from acting immediately.
It wasn't until he heard about doing business with Raiders that he finally couldn't help but lean over.
"Fellow Earthling? You're looking for Raiders."
"Huh?"
Unlike Qin Mo's feigned surprise, Carol was genuinely shocked; in just one day, she had met two fellow Earthlings.
Could it be that Earth is now... popular for traveling into outer space?
"Fellow Earthling, may I ask your name?" Qin Mo asked, knowing full well.
"Peter Quill."
Seeing their startled expressions, Quill paused: "You might have heard my other name."
Under the expectant gazes of the two fellow Earthlings, Quill deliberately slowed his speech and said in a low voice.
"Star-~Lord!"
Upon hearing this, Carol remained in a state of confusion...
Qin Mo, on the other hand, once again displayed his actor-level performance; he suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with disbelief almost overflowing.
"Wow, you're Star-Lord? Oh my God!"
"You're my fan, oh wait, I'm your idol... Bah, you're my idol."
Star-Lord, the man who punched out Avengers: Endgame.
Also known as Marvel's 'Father of Sorrows'.
Looking back at Peter Quill's life, it can be briefly summarized in fourteen words: after beating his adoptive father, he beat his biological father; after beating his biological father, he beat his father-in-law.
In the end, all three fathers couldn't even manage to breathe, truly a 'Father of Sorrows' without a doubt.
Receiving such abundant emotional feedback, Quill's mouth almost stretched to the back of his head from smiling: "Aiy, don't get so excited, it's just the brothers on the street giving me face."
Quill was now increasingly satisfied with his fellow Earthling; after all, this was Peter Quill's first fan in many years.
He must treat him well.
Carol didn't expose Qin Mo's little trick; she knew the strength of this fellow Earthling... he would never be a fan of a weak fellow Earthling.
How could a man comparable to a God admire human piracy?
Moreover, she had genuinely never heard of the weak fellow Earthling's nickname: Star-Lord.
Who did Carol fight? Kree Empire Commander Ronan, Kree Empire ruler Supreme Intelligence.
Let alone the never-heard-of Star-Lord, even if all the Raiders came at once, she wouldn't be afraid; therefore, she usually paid no attention to such small fries.
"Little brother, what do you go by?" Quill said, acting like a big brother.
Just as he was about to blurt out his name, Qin Mosuddenly had a wicked idea when he thought of what would happen on Titan in the future.
"Idol, my name is Tony Stark."
"Tony Stark?" Quill scratched his head: "I think I have some impression of you, are you the genius who designed circuit boards at 4 and built V8 engines at 6?"
"The rich second-generation young master of Stark Industries?"
"That's not right." Quill said puzzled: "How do I remember you were born in 1970, 10 years older than me, how can you be so young?"
Watching Qin Mo treat the weak fellow Earthling like a Japanese person, Carol silently shifted her butt to the side.
This guy doesn't have a single truthful word in his mouth.
Ten-odd hours ago, how could she have entrusted herself to such a person?
Was she out of her mind? Or was it because the other party was well-endowed, active, and durable...
Qin Mo pondered for a moment: "Perhaps it's because I take good care of myself, you know, I'm quite rich."
Quill nodded, not wasting any more time on this topic: "Brother Tony, just now I heard you say you wanted to do business with Raiders?"
"What kind of business? Weapons? Is Stark Industriesgoing to expand here?"
"It's not that I'm discouraging you, it's just that the technology out here is too advanced compared to Earth's, your weapons might not have a market."
After waiting for Quill to finish speaking, Qin Mo quietly explained: "You misunderstood, Idol, I plan to smuggle things that don't exist on Earth, to earn a price difference..."
"Oh, I see." Quill suddenly understood.
"Since we're fellow Earthlings, I'll help you connect, but Raiders generally don't have good tempers, you'd best be prepared."
"I understand."
"Oh, right." Quill asked again: "Raider is a very broad term, which one are you looking for?"
Qin Mo smiled slightly: "Starhawk."
Compared to Yondu, who had already been expelled from the Raiders organization, he was more interested in subduing Starhawk.
What if he couldn't be subdued?
Then he would fight until he submitted.
Ch: 97
Perhaps it was his idol persona at play, or maybe it was because he finally had fans, and those fans were fellow Earthlings, but Star-Lord generously paid the bill.
"Come on, brother, I'll take you there now."
"Thank you so much, Idol."
After speaking, Qin Mo threw an arm around Carol's shoulder and activated his telepathy: I'll go myself, go back to the spaceship, wash up, and wait for me.
Carol rolled her eyes, shook off the arm on her shoulder, and turned to leave.
"Huh, isn't she coming with us?"
"Hmm, she has something else to do."
Star-Lord's spaceship, whether in size, style, or material strength, was not on the same level as Carol's spaceship.
It was like the difference between pirates and a regular army.
Star-Lord's spaceship came from Yondu's crew, while Carol's spaceship originated from the Kree Empire.
However, none of these were what Qin Mo envisioned a spaceship should look like.
No other reason than its weakness.
Let alone a powerful being like him, even the Mark Armor of the second-ranked big brother could easily penetrate the spaceship's defenses.
The spaceship he envisioned would have at least an outer layer made of Vibranium, a skeleton composed of Uru God steel, and if conditions allowed, a layer of Galaxy Glaze on the surface.
The outer Vibranium and Galaxy Glaze materials would be responsible for absorbing various attacks, while the Uru God steel skeleton would ensure the spaceship's stability.
Such a spaceship was his dream ship.
With his 'pay-to-win' mentality, his perspective on things had long become unique.
Or rather, detached from the general public.
Because whether it was Vibranium, Uru God steel, or Galaxy Glaze, these materials were all ridiculously expensive.
To build a Universe spaceship with materials of such sky-high prices couldn't even be described as luxurious; it had already escalated to being a spendthrift...
"Brother, is this your first time leaving Earth?"
"Idol, is it that obvious?"
"Hey," Star-Lord explained, "I see you seem to be quite interested in everything around you, much like I was when I first left Earth."
"As expected of an Idol, you can even notice that."
This nonsensical response made Star-Lord breathe a sigh of relief; he had regretted what he said immediately after saying it, afraid that his fan brother would ask him why he didn't return to Earth.
Why not return to Earth?
Seeing things and missing people, feeling nostalgic about places.
For some reason, Star-Lord had a particularly strange feeling—his fan brother understood him very well.
As for why this was the case, Star-Lord didn't understand.
Why?
Because Qin Mo activated his telepathy, understood Star-Lord's psychological activity when he spoke, and chose to accommodate his emotions, avoiding touching on certain sad factors.
He was a true warm-hearted man.
Approaching the Raiders' base camp, Star-Lord thought for a moment and specifically gave a reminder.
"Brother, Starhawk is an elder among the Raiders, and he has a peculiar temper. Later, you should act according to my cues."
"No problem, Idol."
Qin Mo's every sentence included 'Idol,' constantly providing excessive emotional value, almost hooking Star-Lord like a fish.
Raiders' base camp.
After announcing their names, Star-Lord's small spaceship steadily landed on the platform.
As soon as they got off the spaceship, a humanoid creature heavily thumped Star-Lord's shoulder: "Quill, I heard you left Yondu. What? Are you coming to join us?"
Star-Lord clutched the spot where he was thumped, sucking in a few cold breaths: "Hey, bringing the boss... to talk business with Hawk Uncle."
As soon as they heard about business, a series of scrutinizing gazes from the surroundings all collectively turned towards Qin Mo.
Unlike Quill's carefree and laid-back demeanor, Qin Moexuded a sense of composure...
That was a true temperament cultivated by spending significant money and experiencing grand occasions; without saying much, it made people instantly feel that this was a genuinely wealthy person.
The Raiders became incredibly enthusiastic, their eyes shining like hungry wolves spotting a plump lamb.
As for who was the lamb to be slaughtered, did that even need to be asked? This was the Raiders' lair!
"This boss, please come in!"
A moment later, a magnificent hall appeared before their eyes.
Looking at the sturdy lines and the exposed metal framework, it was clearly a modification of a scrapped mothership, exuding a rough and wild aura.
"Big Brother, little Quill brought a boss over..."
The figure referred to as Big Brother turned around, and upon seeing the familiar face, Qin Mo's eyes instantly lit up.
Tsk tsk tsk, Stallone...
After everyone was seated, Starhawk opened his mouth and asked, "What should I call this boss?"
"Tony Stark."
"Mr. Stark, what would you like to buy?"
"Warp drives, psychic bombs, Sovereign energy batteries..." Qin Mo rattled off several forbidden items in one breath, then paused before asking, "Do you have them in stock?"
"Yes." Starhawk waved to a few Raider subordinates, signaling them to bring the goods.
This action was actually completely against the rules.
If it were according to the usual trade procedures, they would at least first verify the buyer's background and only reveal the goods easily after confirming their purchasing power.
But the calm and unhurried demeanor Qin Mo exuded was too deceptive; at first glance, it made people feel from the bottom of their hearts: this is definitely someone who is not short on money.
Approximately ten minutes later, a group of Raidersreturned, carrying boxes containing the goods.
"Boss, come and inspect the goods."
"Thank you." Qin Mo pretended to examine them for a moment, nodding at times and shaking his head at others.
"Brothers, I have a question now."
Starhawk raised an eyebrow: "What? Mr. Stark, are you not satisfied with these goods? These are freshly plundered goods, absolutely worth more than their value."
"You misunderstood." Qin Mo smoothed his hair.
"I'm very satisfied with these goods, the problem is... I don't want to pay for them, but I still want them. Do you have any solutions?"
As his words fell, the hall instantly fell silent.
The Raiders had never imagined that a person could be so arrogant.
How dare he? To run to the Raiders' base camp and try to rob them?
This kid, is he tired of living?
Could this guy think that he alone could defeat tens of thousands of Raiders?
What a joke, if that were truly the case...
Someone so incredibly powerful would never bother with common Raiders like them; they probably wouldn't even spare them a glance.
The World was just like that.
In front of powerful beings, weaker ones were even less than ants.
Star-Lord's smile instantly froze, his throat unconsciously moved a few times, and he looked at the Raiders, who were laughing in extreme anger, then quickly let out a few dry laughs, trying to brush it off.
"Hahaha, scared you, didn't I? This is a unique joke from us Earthlings."
With that, Star-Lord frantically winked at Qin Mo—Stark, you're my Idol, okay?
Please, please cooperate.
Seemingly understanding Star-Lord's gaze, Qin Mo very cooperatively burst into laughter.
Seeing this, the Raiders also joined in with boisterous laughter.
"Hahaha, the boss is really good at joking."
"Mr. Stark, you are an interesting person."
In an instant, a cheerful atmosphere, like a tide, swept through the entire Raiders' hall.
The buyer was laughing, the sellers were laughing, and Star-Lord, caught in the middle, could only force a smile and go along with it, but as he laughed, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
The Raiders in the hall, as if possessed, laughed for several minutes, showing no sign of stopping.
This bizarre momentum made the smile on Star-Lord's face gradually stiffen.
"Hawk Uncle? Stark? Don't scare me."