Why Have the Armies of Two Great Empires Become Bandits?

"Yes, the Collector."

Jack Jones closed his eyes as he reattached the assembled purple sphere to the diamond-shaped bracelet on his left wrist, continuing Beckett's line of thought.

"He comes from a mysterious race that has existed since the beginning of this universe. He has an infinite lifespan and is passionate about collecting all sorts of strange and unusual items from the universe."

"As far as I know, a detailed map leading to the location where the Soul Stone is buried was obtained by the Collector many years ago."

"But for some reason, there has never been any news of him obtaining the Soul Stone."

After the Nova Corps overthrew the base of the Universal First Crime Syndicate, Jack Jones, who survived and became a cosmic Ronin, contacted the Collector, hoping to obtain from this mysterious figure an item that would allow him to regain his powers and carry out his revenge.

Unfortunately, I was rejected.

Because he simply cannot afford a price that would tempt the Collector.

The map showing the location of the Soul Stone, one of the Infinity Stones, is also an item that the Collector openly presents to Jack Jones as a bargaining chip.

Old Jack was extremely excited, but in the end he had no choice but to leave.

[Ah...]

The gradually increasing power caused Jack Jones to open his tightly closed eyes, and his muscular body inexplicably exuded a greater sense of strength than before.

Simply put, he no longer looks like he's just bloated, but rather strong.

"If I remember correctly, the Collector should be on Knowhere with the Cosmic Auction House, where he has been for quite some time now."

With his power restored, Jack Jones spoke with more confidence.

With a flick of his wrist, six chips flew into Beckett's hand.

"This is what daughter of Odin wanted. Now, we're even."

[Knowhere...?]

Beckett casually put the six chips into Woz's bracelet space and turned to leave.

The Ego encountered on Knowhere was the most formidable foe he had ever faced. Although he eventually exacted his revenge on Sakaar, it did not mean he would forget the profound impression Ego had left on him.

"Woz, can you locate the Collector?"

"Your His Highness Beckett, Woz cannot pinpoint the location, but Woz can provide you with information on the Collector' Headquarters."

"According to updated information from the database, the Collector's headquarters is located in a place called the Knowhere."

"The Knowhere?"

"Yes, the Knowhere."

Information about the Knowhere appeared on the light screen in front of Beckett's right eye.

"The location of the Knowhere has always been little known in the universe. According to information, this place is actually the transformed head of a fallen god, which is why it is difficult for ordinary people to find the Knowhere."

"But you are different."

"On Sakaar, the Cosmic Switch, crafted from the bones of a god and given to you by Ms. Vanessa before her departure, can resonate with the power of the Knowhere."

"Woz can pinpoint the exact location of the Knowhere based on the power ripples of resonance."

Woz gave Beckett a fairly good answer.

At least he was no longer completely in the dark about the Knowhere.

"In that case, let's begin."

Playing with the Cosmic Switch Vanessa had left him, Beckett pressed the button on top.

A strange energy wave instantly spread from Beckett to the entire Xandar and the entire universe.

"What you want."

While Roman Day, the interim commander of the Nova Corps, was still as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, Beckett finally came into view.

Snap!

Hela took the six chips and threw the woman in her arms into Beckett's arms like a rag doll.

"Aren't you afraid she'll die?" The sharp-eyed Beckett immediately spotted the extremely obvious five-finger mark on Nova Plame's throat.

With one hand holding a woman whose eyes were numb and lifeless, looking like she had been played with and broken, Beckett slowly flew to the extremely nervous Roman Day.

She raised her hand, then let go, and the woman with lifeless eyes fell freely.

Roman Day hurriedly reached out, and Nova Plame, who had been tormented by Hela, finally returned to the Nova Corps' embrace.

"It's time to go."

Without even glancing at the chubby boy who was nervously about becoming the next Nova Prime, Beckett raised his hand and snapped his the Snap.

The crisp sound seemed to resonate in everyone's heart. After a three-second wait, a small, orange figure perched on Beckett's shoulder.

With her pink tongue sticking out and looking listless, she was clearly still recovering from the bitter drink she had just had.

The Beckett- owned spaceship, starting with the symbol [B], roared and swaggered across the horizon under Woz's control, appearing in front of Beckett in an instant.

The raging air currents lifted Hela's long, black hair that reached past her shoulders. The spaceship's stylish design made the Asgard Goddess of Death secretly resolve to build an even cooler-looking spaceship when she got home.

It's not like we lack the technology; we've already acquired it from Beckett, and the Asgard technical department has already started working overtime to research it.

Did you come on horseback?

The words echoing in her ears made Hela's face darken.

What's wrong with riding a horse?!

Can't I exercise on the street?!

He put away the chip, turned around, and left without the slightest hesitation.

So what if you have a spaceship?!

"Are you ready?"

"News has come from Xandar: the Son of Thanos is preparing to leave."

Universe, outer reaches of Xandar.

With a grim expression, Rocco, the Supreme Accuser of the Kree Empire, gripping his warhammer, inquired through his earpiece about the progress of his companion's preparations.

"Rocco is ready. As soon as Beckett dares to step out of Xandar's sphere of influence, our people will immediately unleash full firepower."

"Very good. Remember, we must never reveal our identities during the attack."

"We are now the remnants of the Universal First Crime Syndicate, which was wiped out by the Nova Corps, not the elite combat force of the Kree Empire."

Rocco, a member of the Kree Empire's Supreme Accuser, was wearing the uniforms that members of the Cosmic Gang wore in their lifetimes.

Don't worry.

They've used this tactic countless times; they're very familiar with it.

Beckett, I'll make you pay.

After hanging up the communication, Rocco gazed at the magnificent Xandar, closed his eyes, and his mind was filled with the scene of returning to his home planet Hala to attend his father's funeral.

Clutching the warhammer he had received from his father's comrade, Rocco tried to calm his excited emotions.

Father, just watch, I will avenge you myself.

Meanwhile, in another part of the universe, a fleet of almost the same size as the Kree Empire's fleet was also lying in wait.

"General, I—"

"How many times have I told you! Don't call me 'Commander'! Call me Seventh Master!"

"We are now remnants of the Universal First Crime Syndicate, here to take revenge on Xandar!"

The Skrull had altered his appearance through mimicry, launched into a tirade of abuse.

"Keep an eye on them!"

"The moment Beckett, who has caused the Empire so much damage, appears, give him a good beating! Beat him as fiercely as ever!"

The thought of Thanos personally coming to extort resources from him made the Skrull's heart ache so much he could hardly breathe.

Having finally run into Beckett, the culprit, here, I naturally have to hide my identity and give him a good beating.

If you don't do it, you're not Skrulls!

To this end, he specially had his subordinates impersonate members of the former Universal First Crime Syndicate, preparing for a genuine "revenge".

As long as they don't expose themselves, no one will know that they did it.

"Seventh Master! The target has been spotted! The target has been spotted!"

As soon as Skrull finished speaking, Beckett's stylish airship and a Flying Divine Horse with flapping wings appeared on the monitor screen.

"Fire!!!"

"Fire!!!"

"Fire!!!!"