Every life in the world has its own hobbies.
Some people like to sing, and some people like to listen to others sing.
Some people like chaos, and some people like to drag others to go crazy together.
Of course, apart from these extremists, most people's hobbies are actually quite normal.
Just like Boss Tang recently likes to grow flowers, pet cats, plant some things and so on.
If you want to be more elegant, then collection or collection would be more appropriate.
Look for eye-catching treasures in this bizarre world, then carefully collect those treasures and place them in a specific place, usually a display cabinet or something like that.
Rich families would set aside an extra storage room for their collections.
Wealthier families will expand their storage rooms and add some small decorations to show their personality.
Generally speaking, such a place is called a treasure house.
Yes, similar to the one Odin set up in the Golden Palace.
People like Odin are already considered the upper echelons of the collecting world.
He has things in his hands that most people have never heard of, or they are wonderful things that only exist in legends.
But among collectors, they are not really at the top.
Among the misty stars, there is a real "collector".
Although he has only recently become famous in this universe, everyone who has met him will sincerely call him "The Collector".
In short, after a group of interstellar pirates who strayed into this place spread the name of the Land of Nothingness, this city of stars that existed in the skulls of strange creatures became a place where "you can only enter but not leave."
Perhaps due to a serious collecting addiction, the owner of this place, the collector, announced to the entire universe.
Any unique, one-of-a-kind item, no matter where it comes from, no matter what it looks like, no matter what its function and effect are, as long as it is truly one-of-a-kind, it can be exchanged for a reward from a collector.
Any reward!
The wealthy collector seems to have it all, but he can exact revenge on those who try to cheat him with fakes or rob him by force.
In short, as long as you have the real stuff in your hands, you can exchange it for everything in this place called the Land of Nothingness!
Star essence, precious materials, mysterious knowledge, all exchanged for each other, some lucky ones even exchanged for a complete small fleet here.
Finally, there’s news!
Those precious messages about the mysteries of the stars are enough to decide the life, death and future of an entire star region.
The owner of the Land of Nothingness, the collector, only cares about the collections he owns or will own. He doesn't care about the environment or rules of this place at all.
A large-scale black market soon formed here based on his needs.
Not everyone who comes with treasures will be rewarded by collectors.
Although collectors look down upon those inferior treasures, naturally there are also people with lower tastes who covet them. Murder and robbery, deception, etc. These behaviors are happening almost every moment in the Land of Nothingness.
Kangkai's collectors occasionally issue some mercenary orders to find treasures, so some interstellar mercenaries also come to this "good place" in groups.
Once a place has a bad enough reputation, or in other words, once this hellhole is "free" enough, more people who crave chaos will be attracted there.
This is a vicious cycle.
All in all, this is a very, very bad place.
A huge museum!
The huge room is filled with various glass cabins.
The exhibition cabin is made of black metal strips and transparent glass, and each cabin contains a collection.
Plants, animals, insects, mechanical creations, and even cocoon-like things.
"A one-of-a-kind collectible, the Power Gem!"
Collector Tiwan has white hair and a hairstyle that looks quite non-mainstream.
A strange robe with red and black colors, white fluff on the shoulders, white gloves, and strange oil paint on the chin.
Well, at first glance, this collector doesn't seem like a very likable person.
He was filled with an indescribable sense of weirdness.
The Collector let out a strange sigh, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. Not long ago, he got the news of the Cosmic Spirit Orb that sealed the Power Stone.
He also spread the word and hired looters to find the collection he wanted.
For Tiwan, the preciousness of the Power Stone is not because of its great power, but because of its unique properties in the universe.
... ... .
Really great record store. As the best record store in New York, this store is located in a remote area and the space inside is very narrow.
However, the various records inside were arranged neatly, and the small record store was crowded with audiophiles who came here to buy.
These record collectors from all over the world moved cautiously, fearing to step on the records.
After all, this record store is really not big, and the records almost fill up all the space in the store.
Maybe there are a few of them under the piggy bank at your feet.
Xing-Jue squeezed into the crowd, picking up a record from time to time, looking at the lyrics on the cover, and couldn't help but humming a few lines.
But from the disdainful looks from people around him, one can tell that his singing skills are truly mediocre.
"Boss, do you have any records of the Red Bones?"
After finding a few records, Star-Lord squeezed in front of the fat white boss and told him what he wanted to buy.
The boss looked at Star-Lord in surprise and said, "Red Bones, that was a band from the 1970s!"
"Wait for me to look for it!"
The boss took out a small notebook from the drawer of the table, rummaged through it for a long time, then looked up and said.
"There are two in the bottom box in the fourth row!"
Star-Lord followed the boss' instructions and walked to the fourth row of shelves where records were placed. He squatted down and searched for a while, and sure enough, he found two records at the bottom of the box.
Just as Star-Lord was about to pay for the record, the communicator on his wrist suddenly started beeping.
Star-Lord looked around, took out a small earbud-like object from the communicator and put it into his ear, and changed the communicator from projection mode to voice mode.
"Star-Lord, where are you? There's a big job!"
After the communicator was connected, a familiar voice came into Star-Lord's ears.
"I'm busy. I have an important job here and I can't get away!" Star-Lord was flipping through the records in his hand while dealing with Yondu on the other end of the communicator.
After accepting Boss Tang's employment and receiving the first deposit, Star-Lord no longer cared about Yondu's so-called big business.
What business can compare to purchasing more than a dozen starships at one time
"Haha, big job, what big job have you got? Is it to help the Chloro people find their lost pets, or to smuggle your junk?"
In a noisy tavern on the planet Contraksha in the Milky Way, several robot-like maids were carrying trays and delivering cups of turbid liquid similar to alcohol to the guests' tables.
Contraxia, this planet is a rest stop for various predator tribes. From time to time, several spaceships land in the sky and dock at the interstellar port.
Everyone in this bar has a strong build and a murderous aura, and they are all equipped with energy guns.
The big man with a rooster-like decoration on his head smiled, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth. Around him sat seven or eight plunderers from various races.
When they heard Yondu jokingly mocking Star-Lord, several big men laughed at the same time.
"Okay! Listen, this time the employer wants something very urgently. I need you to go to Morag Planet to find something and bring it back. I'll give you 10% of the commission this time!"
"10%. I haven't completed the task at hand yet, so I won't take this job! Boss, take a look at how much these records are worth. They're all—"
Yongdu listened to the sound of the communicator being hung up. He was silent for a moment and laughed hoarsely a few times:
"Hahaha, it's not Star-Lord's character to not make money. He's not even tempted by the 10% commission and didn't even ask about it. Sally, go back to the spaceship and locate Star-Lord. I have a feeling he must have a lucrative business right now!"
"Okay! Chief, I'll check it out right away!" The burly gray-skinned man waved his four arms, drank the drink in the glass in one gulp, then stood up and walked out of the bar.
"Boss, what about the Cosmic Spirit Sphere mission? Since Star-Lord doesn't want to go, how about I go?"
A three-eyed man holding a wine glass looked at Yongdu and volunteered.
Yongdu glanced at him and said, "No, Bayer, you can't catch up with Star-Lord in cracking the mechanism. The Holy Sphere Temple there will only be revealed once every three hundred years. We don't have many chances to miss it!"
Bayer drank the liquid in the glass in one gulp with some frustration. Although he was a little unconvinced, he knew that what Boss Yondu said was right.
Although Star-Lord was the weakest among all the raiders, he had invented some miraculous and weird little things, and his research on some ancient civilization relics was indeed better than any of them.
In the past, they had always assigned such treasure hunting missions in ruins to Star-Lord.
Now that Star-Lord has suddenly given up, they really haven't been able to find the right person for the time being.
... ... ...
Earth, New York, really great record store
Star-Lord took a stack of records and went to the counter. Under the surprised gaze of the fat white boss, he took out a black Centurion credit card and paid for the records.
When Star-Lord walked out of the music store with a stack of records, Tang Song was no longer outside the door. There were only two bodyguards guarding outside the store.
"Mr. Quill, the boss has some things to take care of. Do you want to go back to your residence or continue shopping?"
Star-Lord glanced at the black-clad bodyguard, then at the record in his hand, "I need some equipment to play these classic records!"
"Please get in the car, I'll take you there right away!"
A bodyguard in black opened the door of the Mercedes-Benz and gestured to Star-Lord to come in.
... ... ...
As the two bodyguards were strolling around New York with Star-Lord,
In the living room of Tang’s Manor, Tang Song sat on the sofa with a thick stack of information in his hand.
Kane sat in front of Tang Song with a stern face. He clenched his fists, making crisp sounds of "crackling, crackling". The faint power echoed in the living room, making people's eardrums hurt.
Someone was plotting against the boss, and he rushed back as soon as he got the news.
On the other hand, Ryan, Frank and others are also investigating the organization behind the scenes and trying to find out their background.
The information in Tang Song's hands was what Frank found out through SHIELD channels.
"Boss, no matter what kind of organization this Freemasonry is, I will dig him out." After a long silence, Kane finally spoke:
Picking up a glass of wine and taking a sip slowly, Tang Song said with a smile:
"They are just a bunch of clowns. Don't worry about them. However, some rats still need to be removed. Go and do it."
A thick stack of documents was thrown into Kane's hands, and Kane began to flip through them.
The data recorded the identities and origins of the agents who had infiltrated the research department of Tang Corporation since its establishment.
The results of the anti-infiltration investigation by the B-level research institute of the military industry department under the Tang Group,
The research data of more than fifteen types of weapons and equipment below level A were leaked.
A-level research institute, peripheral researcher identification report, more than one-third of the scientists who joined in the past year are spies from various countries and organizations
Ten percent of the middle and lower-level management of Tang Group’s largest subsidiaries show signs of having been approached and bribed.
"Boss, I'll mobilize people right away to clean up all these people!" Kane held the documents tightly in his hand.
Tang Song waved his hand and said:
"Our core strength is the A-level and above laboratories in the Raccoon Town Hive Base.
As for those unimportant things, it doesn't matter if you show them to them, but you must cut off all the hands that reach out to these laboratories, and do it ruthlessly!"
Kane said in a muffled voice: "Yes, boss, but the Freemasons are clearly trying to rip us off! We have to settle this account!"
Tang Song nodded. The Freemasonry was indeed an organization that stretched its hands too far. Seeing how much he made, the big capitalists hiding behind the scenes thought they could use some tricks to force him to give up his interests.
That's quite interesting.
Tang Song was playing with the wine glass in his hand. Freemasonry was a loose alliance, although in West's eyes they were just a second-rate organization composed of a group of stonemasons.
However, after hundreds of years of development,
Thanks to the development of industrial capital, this group of craftsmen, the Freemasons,
Now it has become synonymous with money and power.
A group of little fleas jumping happily, like sharks smelling blood, what they want is the benefits of the space gate.
A fool who is blinded by profit.
If they join hands voluntarily, they will control almost 8% of the world's energy, mining, people's livelihood, and economy, and they will have the courage to take action against him.
They didn't even think about talking to Boss Tang.
You really don't know how to live or die!
Originally Tang Song was still in the mood to play with them,
Unfortunately, they were so reckless that they contacted Phil Coulson and Steve Rogers to investigate the so-called death of Nick Fury.
And they pointed the finger at Boss Tang. This is nothing but courting death.
"Notify Anna and Madame Viper and cooperate with Black Widow. If Steve Rogers finds any clues, don't hold back and kill them!"
"Yes! Boss!"
"How is the preparation for Project Insight going?"
"Forty-nine micro-array satellites have been launched into orbit in succession under the name of Starlink and can be used at any time."
"Then let's use this fat guy named Josh as a test to see how effective these satellites are!"
Tang Song shook the document with the photo in his hand.
Josh Lamont
The owner of the largest mining company in the Federation
A member of the Federal Masonic Lodge
... ... ... .
"Jarvis, pull up the original design drawings of the 'Anti-Dark Leather Armor'."
In the huge seaside villa manufacturing workshop, Tony, holding a cup of coffee, put on his sexy brown sunglasses on his face and said something to Jarvis.
The next moment, a complex and sophisticated design drawing was projected by Jarvis in front of Tony, Dr. Reed.
The design drawings of the alien armor constructed with light were decomposed by Tony's waving fingers.
Soon, the large workbench shaped by the projection light was covered with various parts of strange shapes and unknown purposes.
"You call this thing 'anti-black leather armor'?"
Behind Tony, Dr. Reed, the smartest man in the world in terms of science, stroked his chin. Wearing a pair of experimental glasses, he looked at the virtual parts in front of him and said to Tony:
"Who is this thing for? If those racists heard this name, I'm afraid they would gather in front of your Stark Tower to protest!"
"Well, this is what I designed for the dark elf back then. I have been improving it, but unfortunately, I have never been able to crack the way it transforms into dark mist."
Tony took a sip of his coffee and felt a little annoyed.
"And Tang, in that dark world, he showed too much strength. Once he gets out of control, I can't think of anything that can restrain him, so I need to create a weapon that can check and balance him."
Iron Man put the coffee cup on the table, crossed his arms, and said to Reed in the blue-lit laboratory:
"But the design can't keep up with the changes, especially for some monsters that can't be judged by common sense."
Tony stroked his chin and said:
"But it is not without value. I think that after a little modification, it won't be a problem to use it to fight against the dark elf."
"A slight makeover?"
Dr. Reed raised his hands and picked up a moving core from the virtual workbench in front of him. He looked at the structure of the thing over and over again, and then said suspiciously:
"This is not a trivial problem, Tony. We have studied the combat methods of the dark elves. According to the Asgardian, if we want to fight against it, this thing must be completely transformed from the inside out by more than 85%..."
"And according to my initial estimate, the finished product will definitely be a behemoth. Well, to accommodate so many row-by-row high-energy particle generators, its height will be at least 150 meters. It will be an absolute giant robot."
"right!"
Tony snapped his fingers, reached out and patted Reed on the shoulder, and said:
"If it was a simple job, I would have done it myself, but I asked you to come here. You should understand, right? I need your wisdom. To be more precise, we need to work together. Oh, by the way, Banner will be here soon."
Iron Man looked at the time on his watch and said to Mr. Fantastic:
"His research on gamma rays can help us design weapon systems."
Reed lowered his head and entered the state of a scientist. While quickly modifying the structure of the component in his hand, he said to Tony without raising his head:
"Honestly, I think everything is going well on Earth so far. All countries have their eyes on the stars, and there are fewer wars and conflicts."
Tony, who also entered the working state, said casually:
"Just like a nuclear bomb, we can do without it, but we can't live without it. To be honest, Tang is too strong, so strong that many people feel insecure. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you to come and help."
When the Nine Realms gathered, Tony Stark witnessed Tang Song annihilating Malekith at the last moment before leaving Watheim.
He is just like Batman from DC next door, an extremely insecure person. After returning to Earth, he began to develop anti-Tang and Song battle suits, of course, in the name of dealing with energy creatures like dark elves.
In order to develop this powerful combat suit, he even invited Dr. Reed and several other assistants, which would have been impossible for him in the past.
But the captain told him not long ago that Nick Fury's death and Black Widow's rebellion seemed to be related to Don. Before Nick Fury was assassinated, he had been secretly investigating Don.
This forced Tony Stark to speed up the pace of research on the anti-black leather suit.
Outstanding scientists are a group of workaholics, and staying up late is a piece of cake for them.
Even Tony Stark, the most frivolous playboy among scientists, often stays up late to design various equipment and instruments.
Moreover, when they work, they need a quiet environment where they will not be disturbed. Once they enter the working state, time passes very quickly.
As the sparks of wisdom between the two smart people continued to rub and collide, a night passed quietly.
Amid the hustle and bustle, Bruce Banner also arrived. This tall and thin scientist was wearing a denim suit, a baseball cap, and carrying a very rustic shoulder bag.
"Banner, did you have a crazy night with Betty last night?"
Tony, with dark circles under his eyes, drank milk and said to his friend in dissatisfaction:
"You should have come here seven hours ago!"
"Betty went to see her father. General Ross is now the Secretary of Defense and will be replaced soon. He finally found some time."
Faced with Tony's ridicule and dissatisfaction, Dr. Banner did not get angry. He took out a silver hard drive from his bag and handed it to Tony. He said:
"I saw the armor parameters you sent me last night, and I completed the weapon system blueprint that matches it on the plane. It was modified using the blueprint of the gamma ray generator that created the Hulk."
"You guys take a look first. If it needs to be changed, I will stay here."
Dr. Reed took the hard drive and called up the data. The three scientists soon started chatting together, talking about all kinds of knowledge that ordinary people could not understand at all.
It is said to be an anti-black leather battle suit, but in fact the goal of the three people is to develop a battle suit that can fight against the Tang and Song dynasties. This is a tacit understanding between multiple forces.
"It's a pity that Yin Fan and Wan Ke are not here. With the wisdom of a few of us, we can definitely create a truly powerful battle armor!"
As soon as Banner finished speaking, Tony and Dr. Reed were silent. They had stayed in the Chitauri Starship Research Center for nearly half a year, and the results of their cracking could be said to have pushed the Earth's starship technology forward a big step forward.
After spending half a year together, even Tony Stark had to admit that he had his own unique ideas in the field of weapons research and development.
It’s a pity that he belongs to the Tang Group.
"Here is the information about Wakanda's exotic vibranium that you asked for!" At noon, the three people who had been busy all night and one morning had lunch.
A little black girl with dreadlocks came to Tony's beach house and delivered a silver suitcase.
The princess of Wakanda and an expert in vibranium technology.
... ... ... .
After lunch, Tony Stark, in the spirit of combining work and rest, was preparing to take Dr. Reed and Dr. Banner to go sea fishing on his private yacht.
An unexpected guest arrived at the beach villa and interrupted their yacht trip.
Thank you for your huge reward. Thank you