Early in the morning, scattered sunlight shone on Quill's face.
"Ding ling ling!"
The ear-piercing alarm clock made the drunk Quill irritated. He reached out his hand from the bed in a daze and searched for something on the bedside table. But in the end?
Dong!
Quill was frustrated when he couldn't find the button to turn off the alarm. He violently threw the alarm clock away.
Following that crisp cracking sound, Li Mu's heart sank.
Since then, the world was silent, and the irritation in his heart dissipated.
As for Quill?
He turned around comfortably and continued to sleep with his head covered.
He couldn't help it. He was too tired. He drank a lot last night and didn't sleep until three in the morning.
It was only seven in the morning, and Quill could only sleep for four hours at most.
Adults needed eight hours of sleep to keep their lives running normally.
At this very moment, the aftereffects of alcohol and the sleepiness from lack of sleep made Quill's brain only want to rest.
But for some reason, Quill, who was lying on the bed, couldn't fall asleep even though his eyes were closed. It was as if he had forgotten something.
However, the exhaustion in his brain and the lack of his body constantly reminded Quill.
Don't think about it anymore. Quickly rest.
Just like that, another three hours passed. Quill woke up in a daze due to the urge to pee. Just as he was about to pee, he unconsciously glanced at the glaring 9: 17 minute timer.
Quell was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have realized something, and his face instantly turned pale.
Then, there was a chilling wail in the bathroom.
That voice was filled with desolation, causing one's expression to change upon hearing it. For some reason, one's heart was filled with sorrow.
Two minutes later, Old Broker Fairbank, who was repairing an antique pistol downstairs, saw Quill running down in a hurry. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
"What happened to you?"
Faced with the old broker's question,
Quill's face was pale, and his forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
"It's too late, Fairbank. I'm finished."
And looking at Quill's terrified expression?
Old Broker's expression couldn't help but become more serious. He asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
The old broker already knew about the relationship between Quill and Yondu.
He knew that Yondu really raised Quill as his own son. Recently, he had also tried to ease the relationship between Nagini and Quill.
He didn't ask for anything else, just that Quill didn't die. After all, his relationship with Yondu was very good.
But later, he realized that Nagini didn't seem to mind Quill's previous offense. At most, Nagini only asked him to clean the tables and chairs and tidy up the shop.
Gradually, Old Broker stopped caring about Quill's affairs.
In fact, although Quill didn't get a single cent from working in Nagini's shop, at least it was safe enough.
One must know that the current situation was getting worse and worse.
Two days ago, there was a report about the accidental death of a centurion of the New Star Legion.
Accident?
He was probably assassinated.
Regarding these matters, Old Broker knew better than anyone else.
All signs pointed to the impending war between the Kree Empire and the Noir Empire. Therefore, it might not be a bad thing for Quill to stay in Nagini's shop.
At least he didn't have to worry about his life.
Of course, Quill didn't think of this. Or rather, he subconsciously regarded Nagini as an evil dragon. He felt that Nagini was the most dangerous place in the entire universe!
Therefore, at this moment, his mind was occupied by fear. His slightly trembling body was drenched in cold sweat.
His face was pale, and there was an unprecedented fear on his face.
"I'm late for work, Mr. Fairbank. Mr. Nagini will definitely kill me."
"Damn it, what should I say?
Why did I smash that alarm clock? "
Quill's voice had a sobbing tone. It was obvious that this 1.8-meter-tall boy was scared to tears. His mind was filled with the terrifying figure of that evil dragon.
He'll eat me, right?
That's right, that evil dragon will definitely eat me!
I'm going to die soon. I don't have a girlfriend yet. I haven't sprayed 'Milano' with a beautiful spray paint.
Why am I going to die so soon?
Why are the heavens so cruel!
However, Quill pushed open the door with a look of despair and looked down at his half-restored antique pistol.
A strange look appeared on Old Broker's face.
"Wait, what are you talking about?
Haven't you been fired by Nagini? "
Quill's body suddenly stiffened. He was completely stunned on the spot. He turned to look at Old Broker in shock. "Wait, I've been fired?"
The memory of the short drinking video in his mind flashed before Quill's eyes.
He remembered!
Yesterday afternoon, as usual, he worked in Nagini's shop and started wiping the tables and chairs for the seventh time.
However, just when Quill thought that he would have to work in this shop for the rest of his life, Nagini suddenly said to him, "Well, you don't have to come tomorrow."
Yes, that evil dragon was finally going to let him go.
That day, Quill took out all his savings and sold a basket full of spirits.
He didn't know how much he drank, but Quill knew that he was very happy. The joy in his heart and the unprecedented sense of freedom made him drink bottle after bottle.
It wasn't until three in the morning that Quill, who had vomited countless times, finally fell asleep.
So, all of this is real?
Quill's eyes flashed with astonishment. He turned his head to look at Old Broker and saw the seriousness in the other party's eyes.
Tears burst out of his eyes, and he knelt on the ground with a "plop" and hugged the sky excitedly with both hands.
"Free, I am free!!!"
At this moment, Quill felt as if he had the whole world.
At the same time, in the coffee shop opposite Quill, looking at the excited Quill, Nagini couldn't help but roll his eyes:
"Idiot!"
In fact, Nagini said last week that he was going to let Quill go, not to play with him, but to really let him go.
Of course, what he said two days ago was also true.
In fact, there is nothing left to analyze from Star-Lord. Najini has already obtained all the answers that can be obtained from him. If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to see if there were any unexpected gains.
Quill should have left as early as a week ago.
However, does Quill really think that it's all over?
Don't mess around, Nagini is looking forward to Quill's reaction when he returns to Xander again with the Power Gem.
He believes that it will give him a deeper understanding of the Auxiliary System and this universe.
At the same time, on the other side of Xander, in the forest shrouded by night, Centurion Roman, wearing a standard armor, had a dignified look in his eyes.
In front of his line of sight, there is a well-hidden Kree Empire fortress secretly built on Xander a few months ago.
About this fortress, Xander has known about it for a long time, but it has been kept hidden.
Well, the higher-ups of the Noir Empire have been fishing for a long time.
But unfortunately, things are a little different from what they thought.
This stronghold of the Kree Empire is indeed of great value, but the problem is that there are a large number of dangerous people in it.
More than half of them are lunatics from the Skeleton Prison like Saleh, who once assassinated him.
The New Star Corps tried to capture this place, but a Centurion died, and another Centurion was seriously injured. Roman also knew this injured Centurion, it was the Centurion Ned who often disliked him.
Yes, the report that went viral on the Internet recently was true. The Noir Empire really sacrificed a Centurion, and another Centurion was seriously injured.
But this time?
Looking at the woman in blue and gold tights behind him, Roman's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt.
"Captain Carol, the headquarters of the Kree Empire is on the other side. Are we really going to attack?"
Carol nodded without hesitation. "Of course!"
But Roman, who was beside her, felt a toothache. He tried to use a tactful way to express his thoughts.
"I think it's better to be cautious. A Centurion died last time."
According to the information he knew, the enemy was not weak.
Although most of them were not as strong as Saleh, there were still seven or eight top powerhouses who were not inferior to Saleh. There might even be existences stronger than Saleh.
After all, ordinary people could not suppress this group of lunatics.
However, Carol shook her head. She flicked her long blonde hair and looked confident. "No, Roman, you don't understand. The failure last time was not because they were strong, but because I was not there!"