Chapter 393 8 Your Pretenders Are Dying Every Moment, but My Logging Is Endless. [820]

Chapter 393 8. Your pretenders are dying every moment, but my logging is endless - more updates [820]

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"You look very sad. It is said that the little guy from another world wants a glass of 'Galaxy Special Brew'? This is my own family tradition. It tastes very good. Everyone in Wakandan likes it."

In the Black Panther's palace lounge, Mason looked speechlessly at the friendly-faced big purple potato man in front of him who was trying to persuade him to drink.

He felt a lot of pressure.

Hello!

Is this friendly look supposed to appear on Thanos's face?

Instead of working as a bartender at your son-in-law's royal bar, shouldn't you show off your majesty as the Mad Titan and Director of the Universal Family Planning Commission by slaughtering half the people on the spot?

Also, are you serious about pinching half a slice of lemon into my drink?

Get a whole one!

You stingy bartender, I really need something sour to relieve my stress right now!

Mason felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't spit out all the bad things in his heart, so he took the cosmic special brew from Thanos with strange eyes, raised his head and drank a third of it.

Harley and Zhang Parker around him didn't have so many worries.

Both of these guys embrace the idea of ​​having a good time, and they're already having a drink with the rest of the Guardians of the Galaxy .

Including Ms. Nebula, the "quasi-queen" wearing a long Wakandan dress and wavy hair, including the former Kree Empire Stalker Commander, the Stalker Korath who defected because he admired the reputation of Star-Lord, and also included A duck walking upright, wearing a suit and hat with a melancholy look on his face, was chatting with Harley's two dogs.

Yes, the famous Howard the Duck is also a member of this parallel world version of the Guardians of the Galaxy.

But it's hard to tell whether Mr. Duck "plays" the role of Grodd or Rocket Raccoon here. It always feels like they are somewhat related.

Agent Natasha and her group were at the edge of this extremely lively royal bar. Although they did not participate in the lively cocktail party, they were very tired and really needed to relieve their stress.

Captain Carter and Agent Hill were currently discussing important matters with the king nicknamed "Galaxy Black Panther" and formerly nicknamed "Star-Lord". Since the Skyward Sword could not wait long, Mason felt that the meeting would go quickly. There will be results.

"Mr. K, can we adopt that duck?"

Harry, who was having a great time, came over and said to Mason with drunken eyes:

"Mr. Howard is so funny. He also tells me jokes about Duck World. They also have a clown duck there, which sounds similar to me."

Her hand went all the way down Mason's waist, but before reaching the end, Mason stretched out his hand to stop her.

Mr. K glanced again at Thanos, the Titan bartender in front of him who was wiping the wine glass but winking at him. He felt that the temperature of his brain had increased dramatically.

"This damn world! It's like everything is impossible. I really don't know what I will encounter in the future?"

Mason drank up the Thanos hand-picked version of the cosmic brew in his hand. This thing has a lot of stamina. Mason burped and stretched his neck, got up and pulled Harley towards the outside of the bar.

Robin said in surprise:

"Don't you need to think about ways to improve superhuman medicine?"

"I just solved that problem fifteen minutes ago, cutie. It seems that the speed of brain thinking when the Speed ​​Force is added is conducive to solving complex problems."

Mason looked back at her and said:

"So before entering the next difficult subject, shouldn't we reward ourselves? We need a room to be alone."

"unnecessary!"

Harley cheered.

Smelling like alcohol, she hugged Mason and ran into the bathroom next to her, locking the door with a click. There was a burst of whistles in the bar. Obviously, these not-so-serious guys already knew what was going to happen next. .

Half an hour later, Captain Carter returned to the bar with King Star-Lord.

Although he has returned to his hometown for several years, T'Challa, who relied on his kingly bearing and intelligence to make a name for himself in the Southern Galaxy when he was young, still maintains the style of the "cosmic prodigal". He prefers this when getting along with his own people. A relaxing environment.

Seeing the arrival of the king, a group of people who were having fun also became quiet. They knew that the Black Panther was definitely going to announce something.

"Shua"

The Black Panther helmet on T'Challa's face retracted into the leopard fang necklace around his neck, revealing a face that was both majestic and free. He took the wine glass handed by his mechanical lover Nebula and looked at the man who was looking at him. All said:

"We will set off in ten minutes to go to Mars orbit to assist the Tianjian space station. That old bastard Nick Fury is waiting for us to rescue him.

The Guardians of the Galaxy are back to their roots. "

"cool!"

The drunken Kree stalker shouted:

"I'm going to activate the Galaxy Miranda right now. It only takes us thirty minutes to get there!"

"Bring me my armory."

Star-Lord Black Panther reminds:

"We're going to kill everyone this time! Just like before, kill those nasty people!"

This sentence made the atmosphere in the Royal Bar become heated again.

But of course the king cannot go on an expedition with only his own "private guards." Wakanda's ancestral Doramigi Guards are also ready to go.

This group of bald sisters, who have been trained since childhood to call themselves "Black Panther Claws" and "Wakanda Valkyrie", are not afraid of the shape-shifting aliens. After drinking heavily from the expedition, they went into the arsenal to choose weapons for themselves. Vibranium armor and leopard claw war spear.

Of course, not everyone agrees with the rescue operation.

Ms. Okoye, the escort general who was loyal to His Majesty the Black Panther, raised objections. This powerful female warrior whispered to the king after he finished his drink:

"Your Majesty, I admit that the current situation is dangerous, especially when our palace is also suspected to have been infiltrated by the Skrulls. It is necessary to assist the Skyward Sword Bureau.

But you must stay in the country and take charge of the overall situation. Once our rear is unstable, this battle will not be fought. "

"Isn't the Queen Mother here?"

Black Panther waved his hands, then put his arm around the slender waist of his girlfriend Nebula, who looked heroic in battle attire, and said to his general:

"Besides, Eric will stay here and sit in the palace for me. I am His Majesty the Black Panther, and he is the Leopard Prince. If the two brothers work together, Wakanda will be impregnable."

"It's him I'm worried about"

The female general sighed and said:

"Prince Eric obeys you because your personality charm moves him, but his family background is always a hidden danger. Your Majesty, Princess Su Rui is more suitable than him.

But I know that I can't persuade you, so this time, Ayu will command the Doramigi Guards and go out with you. I will lead the remaining troops to stay in my hometown. "

"You always make me worry-free, my general."

The Black Panther laughed and poured a glass of wine for his general, and joked:

"If you hadn't been married and had children when I returned to my hometown, I would have pursued you with all my life."

"You say that to every woman you meet, my lord."

The loyal general rolled his eyes and complained:

"If Ms. Nebula hadn't been so careful, you would have had an extra lover last time when Ms. Storm, the representative of the mutants, came to visit.

The way you look at Ms. Ororo makes you want to eat her.”

"Shh!"

T'Challa winked hard at his general who was talking nonsense, but these words had already been heard by Nebula.

The alien girl with a straightforward and hot personality stepped on the feet of her philandering boyfriend, and then left the bar with her hunky adoptive father.

"It's all your fault, Okoye."

This scene made Star-Lord Black Panther sigh and said:

"As a general, shouldn't you hide these secrets from your king? Besides, I just invited Ms. Ororo to have a cup of afternoon tea."

"I kissed her and took off her shirt by the way. If Ayou hadn't found out earlier, your harem would have been on fire."

The general stabbed him again faintly, and she sighed and said:

"Your Majesty, Wakanda is a country of monogamy. As the king, you must abide by the law."

"I love my hometown and I'm willing to dedicate everything to it, really."

Star-Lord Black Panther lowered his head and watched his general leave. He whispered unhappily:

"But maybe, this place really isn't suitable for a prodigal like me."

"I just heard someone saying that they want to send their younger brother to stay and supervise the country?"

Mason's voice sounded at this moment.

He helped Harley, who was full of peach blossoms, to pull up a chair and sit at the bar. Because the bartender Thanos had left, he could only pour himself and the little cutie a glass of post-event drinks.

He raised his glass to Star-Lord T'Challa who was leaning next to him and said:

"Listen to your general, Your Majesty, that is not a good idea. The threat to the Skrulls comes from their innate ability to camouflage, but the threat to humans comes from the unguessable heart.

In my opinion, the latter is obviously scarier. "

"Eric is a great guy."

Black Panther raised his glass and clinked it with the strange guest. He explained:

“During the years when I was kidnapped by damned Yondu to the Southern Galaxy, Eric had been trained as the crown prince of the kingdom. You know, if I hadn’t suddenly returned from the stars, the throne should have belonged to him.

Are you Mason?

Carter said that you are from outside the world. It was you who unveiled the world peace disguised by the Skrulls for us, and it was you who helped us make a plan to fight back.

But I'm curious, are outsiders as kind as you and don't expect anything in return? "

"I'm eager to get something back, but it's not time to harvest yet."

Mason shrugged and said:

"As for friendliness? No, my colleagues have many, many advantages, such as being greedy and cold-blooded, but you cannot describe them as friendly.

Kindness has never been a virtue in the Star Club. As for me, I'm just crooked. "

"Oh, I get it."

Star-Lord Black Panther is obviously a very smart man, and he understood Mason’s hidden meaning, but the tight time did not leave the two of them too many opportunities to chat.

After the Doramigi Guards were ready, an elegant spaceship apparently armed with vibranium technology soared into the sky from the palace of Wakanda.

This is a real spacecraft used for space navigation.

According to Guardians of the Galaxy mechanic Korath, it can reach the Skyward Sword in thirty minutes.

And even these thirty minutes, Mason didn't want to waste.

He activated a special signal in a special communication cabin. This was a secret communication that had never been actively contacted before. After waiting patiently for more than ten seconds, the communication was connected.

On the optical projection in front of Mason's eyes was a guy with a face as pale as a vampire, a diamond-shaped bloodstone on his forehead, and a gloomy temperament that didn't look like a good person at first glance.

"Mr. Sinister, has Utopia's genetic research on the Skrulls yielded any results?"

Mason sat on a chair and asked straight to the point:

"My biological decoy bombs have been ineffective against them. They have upgraded their transformation abilities to plug the loopholes. I don't have much choice but to turn to you, the best biologist among mutants."

"Most? No, you can't call a researcher that. There are many biologists in Utopia. I am just a member of my compatriots who is better at this field."

The sinister Mr. Sinister corrected him:

"This is a violation of many parallel world advertising laws and may get you into trouble. However, there are already some results."

As a super villain, he did not hesitate to transmit his results to Mason through communication at this moment. He said:

"The Skrull's ability to disguise reminded me of an outstanding compatriot. With Mystique's consent, I fused her X-gene fragment with the Skrull's gene.

The results are gratifying.

After tens of thousands of years of evolution, those aliens have made their genes very flexible, and with flesh and blood cells that can be changed at will, they can create unlimited combinations.

But all this is still a process that can only be completed through the manipulation of will.

After adding Mystique's genetic fragments, their already outstanding deformation abilities have been 'upgraded' again. The genetic changes allow them to self-transform without even needing to control their will.

instinct!

Mason, my outstanding compatriot, you must learn to take advantage of the instinct of all living things to evolve, regardless of whether that evolution brings benefits or disadvantages."

Mister Sinister let out a deep laugh.

He stroked an ordinary mug at his hand, and put a pen on the mug while Mason watched. The next moment, the "mug" screamed and twisted its body into an identical signature pen.

The process made Mason's eyes light up.

He already understood Mr. Sinister's thoughts and operations. He said:

"Genetic shocks used for interference will be regarded as a threat by the Skrull's instinct and will be rejected. I guess their self-upgrade is achieved in this way.

But if it is beneficial reinforcement, the Skrull's immune system will not be activated.

If their transformation and camouflage ability is upgraded from an 'active skill' to a 'passive skill', the overly sensitive camouflage power will still make them unable to hide.

Functional loss of control caused by the inability to grasp the power of mutation.

You are truly a true genius. "

"No, I'm just a little more perceptive than my compatriots."

Mr. Sinister declined the compliment.

After seeing that Mason had understood his thoughts, he talked about another thing. He took out a small bottle that was undergoing some kind of reaction, shook the gurgling liquid in it, and said to Mason:

"The Skrulls' genes are being analyzed, and it will take a few days to produce a complete map. The process is not difficult, but it is only the first stage compared to the dire results you want to achieve.

Mason, I understand your idea of ​​developing a 'civilization-destroying' weapon against the Skrulls. I think this idea is very bold and courageous.

I just doubt your ability. "

He narrowed his bloody eyes and said to Mason:

"Can you really do this on your own? Your communication coordinates come from an unknown world. I guess you have encountered the 'Skrull Dilemma'. Do you really not need assistance from your hometown and compatriots?

We are family."

"It always sends chills down my spine when you pretend to be a kind elder and talk like this. We all know this is not your persona."

Mason answered calmly:

"I will need help from Utopia, but not now. I can still deal with it now. As for developing the 'Skrull Plague', I don't think it will be difficult for me.

After all, in some world backgrounds, the profession of alchemist is always associated with plagues and horrors.

I have no intention of reversing this stereotype.

Please tell me that the Supreme Professor and the Council of

Since the X royal family advocates blood for blood, then I will carry out the punishment of tooth for tooth! "

Mr. Sinister nodded.

He replied with a serious and meaningful expression:

"It's admirable that you took the initiative to apply to be an 'executor' and took responsibility for your hometown. So one day in the future, when someone provokes you, we will also regard it as a declaration of war against all mutants.

The assistance you receive depends on the value you demonstrate.

Mason Cooper.

We have sat in the front row with our eyes wide open. Now, let your family see the ‘miracle’ you have driven. "