Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 2056 - 2056 Step On It, Plan

Chapter 2056 - 2056 Step On It, Plan

2056 Step On It, Plan

This was a supply planet controlled by interstellar Ravagers.

There were 100 Ravager factions, and none were weak.

There was no clear hierarchy among the factions, but they adhered to a particular code. Few people were willing to provoke the Ravagers over a small matter.

If a person offended the Nova Empire or the Kree Empire, they could still survive on lawless planets that were under the Ravagers’ influence and control.

However, if they continued to cause trouble in the territory of a member of the Ravagers, they would be blacklisted, and it would become very hard for them to fence loot and get supplies.

Of course, the definition of ‘causing trouble’ was very broad.

What Luke and Rocket planned to do could only be considered a personal grudge, which wasn’t something that the Ravagers would bother with.

The main thing was not to start a large-scale war on the planet, like drawing battles.h.i.+ps to the planet to bombard it.

If you really wanted to fight, go out into s.p.a.ce and fight to death yourself.

There were many people on this planet who wouldn’t mind helping to clean up the battlefield and go through the wreckage post-battle to earn some cash.

The most convenient thing about this place was that it basically sold everything. Also, the currency of major interstellar empires like the Nova Empire, the Kree Empire and the s.h.i.+’ar Empire could all be used here; n.o.body here asked you where your goods and money came from.

However, every businessman here would sc.r.a.pe off a layer of the buyer or seller’s skin in order to make the biggest profit, as any decent businessman should.

What Luke and Rocket were looking for was a shop with shady dealings.

This sort of shop would basically sell you something worth a thousand bucks for a million, or could kill and cremate you on the spot without warning.

Quill and Rocket wouldn’t normally look for a shop like this.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t take it down, but that they didn’t want trouble.

The Guardians were more interested in adventure than in fighting or killing.

After getting to know Quill and Rocket, however, Luke made it clear that he was too poor; if he wanted to get his hands on a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p, the fastest way to do so was to steal from a scammer.

He didn’t ask them to partic.i.p.ate in the operation; they just needed to help him find a few suitable targets, and it wasn’t a problem for him to take action on his own.

Hearing that, Rocket and Quill subconsciously thought of the s.p.a.ce storage which Luke had given them. F*ck, this really was a G.o.dly weapon for robbing people.

With this thing, he could loot several shady shops.

Except for the large parts that couldn’t be taken away in one go, every other valuable was absolutely fair game.

One person going was no different from three people going, as long as he was strong enough.

Luke’s combat ability hadn’t been especially obvious before he swept through the Sovereign s.h.i.+ps, but both Quill and Rocket agreed that he was a capable guy.

His words and actions were very much like Gamora’s when they first met her — back then, she had been known as the most dangerous woman in the galaxy.

That had indeed been the case.

In the team, Gamora was the most efficient and the most ruthless fighter.

In terms of pure combat ability, Quill and Drax weren’t as good as she was. She was definitely their main force.

If Luke could make Quill and Rocket feel the same way, he definitely wasn’t weak.

Now that they had gotten rid of the Sovereign s.h.i.+ps, there was even less to worry about.

Consequences? No way.

As soon as Quill mentioned it, Luke gave him a friendly smile and patted his shoulder. “Dead people can’t do anything.”

It wasn’t appropriate to use these words when it came to the higher-ups of the major empires, but it definitely wasn’t wrong to use them with the owners of shady shops on lawless planets.

Dead people had no value here.

Keeping this in mind, they didn’t waste any time. They went to shops with various supplies and checked out the prices before buying them.

The Guardians were all poor, but still had a bit of money at least; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to buy the energy for the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p to continue flying.

Unfortunately, their funds were running very low.

The last time, they had helped the Sovereign deal with dimensional s.p.a.ce monsters in the hopes of making a fortune.

In the end, the Sovereign used Gamora’s sister, Nebula, to ‘pay the bill.’ They didn’t get a single cent, and were hunted down every now and then.

The reason why they had agreed to Luke’s plan was because they were so poor now.

In any case, Luke said that he would take responsibility for ‘eliminating future trouble.’ They were only responsible for confirming the ‘good stuff’ and ‘sweeping up the goods.’

Half a day later, they returned empty-handed – the supplies they bought had all been thrown into the public s.p.a.ce storage, and they weren’t tired at all.

When they entered the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p, Rocket found Gamora. “Hey, are you done checking the supplies? We should only be short of spare parts and fuel, right?”

Gamora gave an “ah” and her eyes flickered. “Hm, that’s about it.”

Rocket looked at her suspiciously, then at Quill, who was tinkering with the control panel a few meters away. “You really checked them?”

Luke grabbed Rocket from behind and put him on his shoulder. “It’s not like we’re in a hurry to use them. Let Gamora follow up. We still have things to do.”

Seeing Luke wink, the little racc.o.o.n remembered their plan to go ‘fis.h.i.+ng’ and was enlightened. “That’s right. We’ll leave the spare parts and fuel to you.”

Luke chuckled inwardly. Gamora was an alien species. Who knew what she had been up to earlier, but Quill’s pheromones were scattered all over the c.o.c.kpit.

It would be strange if they didn’t engage in ‘private’ affairs after being alone together for half a day.

Quill wasn’t like Rocket, who didn’t need a girlfriend. It was better to give Gamora some face — they didn’t actually need Quill for this plan.

After this interruption, Quill and Gamora were too embarra.s.sed to stay on the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p. They went out together to buy some personal items.

Mantis dragged Drax out to look at a playground she had just discovered.

Only Luke and Rocket were left in the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p.

They took stock of the intelligence they had just gathered in the rear cabin. “This lame sundry store in Section 1 is no good. A lot of its stuff isn’t worth much, and it’s too close to a Ravagers’ base. We might draw attention if we hit it.”

“We’ll rule out Section 1 for now. Check the other sections.”

“A black market runs out of this One-Eyed Bar in Section 2. It’s not small, and will definitely have loads of valuables, but there’ll be too many people in the bar.”

“That’s not a problem. The people who come to the bar are all there for the black market. It would be hard for them to kick up a fuss.”

“Hm, that makes sense. Then this is Target 1.”

“What about the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p service factory in Section 4? At least half of the parts we need are expensive.”

“You can keep them for your own use, but if you sell them, you have to make sure no one can tell where you got them from.”

“Hehe, don’t worry. With the public s.p.a.ce storage, it’s very safe for us to sell things.”

“Okay, this will be Target 2.”

“Are we really not going to hit the p.a.w.nshop in Section 1? It has the most expensive stuff.”

“It’s fine for me – at most, I’ll switch faces and hide on my home planet for a few months, and n.o.body will remember me. You and Quill stand out, however; you won’t be able to escape.”

“Hm, give me that face-changing prop you mentioned. It’ll be fine if I pretend to be a dwarf, right?”

“Okay, we’ll hit this Target 3 last. When the time comes, have Gamora and the others fly the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p away first. After we’re done, we’ll grab another s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p and leave before meeting up with them.”

“Wow, risky, but I like it!”

One person and one racc.o.o.n wrote and drew on a virtual screen as they quickly perfected their plan to make a fortune.