Marvel turns into Iron Man

870 Chapter 867

Yondu stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel, staring at the street outside. The hotel here doesn't seem to pay much attention to privacy. The floor-to-ceiling windows openly show everything in the room to outsiders, and no one cares about this special There is no objection to customs, and even most people think it is a special taste.

"Yondu—come down, it's going to be fun!"

But when Yondu looked out, there was a voice calling him downstairs, which made Yondu look over involuntarily.

On the street, he saw the crowd in the carnival, and the one who called his name was his deputy, the helmsman on the ship, a man with scars on his face, holding an emerald green beer bottle in his arms, hugging a scantily clad robot woman, with a face full of scars. With an excited expression on his face.

Sometimes, a man's happiness is so simple and unadorned, Yondu grinned, turned and left the hotel room, and walked slowly down the nearby stairs.

The two younger brothers standing by the stairs saw the boss coming, stretched out their left hands and tapped on his chest lightly, and followed Yondu very consciously. Then, Yondu saw a very familiar man not far away. A figure, a very, very familiar figure.

It was a middle-aged man in a raider uniform. He looked about 50 to [-] years old, and he was at his strongest age. However, it was completely different from the clothes on Yondu. Yondu and his team members were wearing the same clothes. It was a dark red Marauder uniform, but the man's Marauder uniform was dark blue.

The Galaxy Predators are a very large organization. Depending on the leader they follow, dozens of different Predator teams have been separated. They have no fixed leader and no fixed area of ​​activity. Each team is managed by its own leader. All People are all competitive.

Even within the galaxy predators, according to the different levels of members, their clothes are different. Yondu is the leader of a predator team, the leader of everyone in the team, and the captain, so he wears Clothes, the uniform of the Marauder Commander.

And the man in the dark blue Predator uniform in the distance, his clothes are also the uniform of the Predator Commander, which also shows that he is also the leader of a Predator team, and at the same time, he is also very familiar to Yondu exist.

No...it's not familiar anymore, but intimacy...it's just the kind of intimacy that has been broken, the intimacy of the past.

"...Staka, long time no see."

Yondu slowly came to the man's side, lowered his head slightly, and tapped his left hand heavily on his chest, doing a gesture of respect between predators, just like the two team members following behind him.

That was his master, the one who brought Yondu to the Marauders, taught him, nurtured him, and in the end, Yondu let everyone down.

The man in the dark blue Predator Commander uniform heard someone calling his name, and slowly turned his head. When he saw that it was Yondu, the smile on his face seemed a little stiff. He didn't notice that Yondu was Here, at the same time, I don't really want to see him.

"Yondu, heh...it seems that this place is not so clean...let's go."

The middle-aged man named Starka turned around slowly and walked towards the gate. Behind him, his subordinates just looked at Yondu coldly, and then followed his leader slowly. Leaving here, no one noticed the changing colors on Yondu's face at all.

"We raiders have a hundred factions, and you lose the other 99 for hosting one, and we'll never come again."

"Sir, please, please give us another chance!"

"Go away, don't touch me."

The boss of this area is a woman. Seeing Starka leaving with people, she immediately chased after him, trying to save the customer, but then, she heard Starka say the last thing she wanted to hear talk.

"Go to hell, I don't care what you think of me!"

In the ice and snow, Yondu's face became ugly. He slammed the table angrily, smashed a bottle of wine on the side of the table, showed a ferocious expression, and roared in the direction of the group of people going away.

"Then why are you still following us?!"

"Because I want you to listen to me!"

"You don't need to explain anything, you violated our code of conduct."

Starka turned his head angrily, came to Yondu, pointed his finger at Yondu's nose and cursed.

"We predators are not good people, but we never do child trafficking!"

Hearing this sentence, the anger on Yondu's face suddenly froze, but there was a trace of shame in his eyes, because he knew very well that what Starka said was the truth, that he betrayed the predator's creed, just to make himself Taking that position and gaining a greater right to speak, he really couldn't refute it.

"Yondu, you've let us all down...letting me exile you with my own hands would make us happy, then you're dead wrong...you broke our hearts .”

Starka left with his own people, leaving Yondu standing in the ice and snow, the expressions on his face changed several times, and in the distance, among the crowd watching the excitement, the expressions on the faces of Yondu's subordinates were also different. Similarly, not everyone is satisfied with the behavior of their boss, especially a strong man with a terrifying appearance.

"Staka trained Yondu, Yondu caused us to be expelled, Yondu trained Quill, but Quill betrayed..."

"We followed him because he dared to do things that no one else dared to do, and now...he's starting to get weak."

It was also at this time that a noisy sound suddenly came from a distance, not only the noisy sound, but also a symphony played in vain, exuding a noble atmosphere, the crowd looked towards the distance in unison, there was A group of golden people are slowly approaching.

The group of maids in golden robes are using rollers to lay a red carpet on the snow, while the High Priest of the Sovereign, Ayesha, changed her previous dressing style and changed into a snow-colored robe, appearing On the red carpet, step by step, he slowly approached in the direction of Yondu.

The snow is already uneven, and laying a red carpet will completely hide the snow pit under the red carpet, and the high priest, even with a pair of golden high heels, is walking on this uneven place. On the flat ground, it can be seen that this graceful gait and posture are the result of countless tempering.