Chapter 1990: Light up the Dream in Your Heart (Twenty-Five)

After the unknown aliens left, several people sat around the bar and began to concentrate on drinking. The most unique thing about this pub is that the cups for drinks come in many styles, and they look like they were bought at an interstellar second-hand stall.

Some are wooden cups made by hollowing out a tree trunk, some are metal splicing cups, and some even look like the heads of little monsters.

The liquor inside also has various colors, many of which are bright purple and azure blue that humans can't accept, and some are even fluorescent. Stark stared at a glass of bright purple wine and hesitated for a long time, but still took a sip to taste it.

Then he began to retch because of the strong floral scent.

"What the hell? I feel like I drank a sip of Pepper's perfume." Stark grinned, and the real bartender who came back with a big beard smiled and said: "This drink is called Midsummer Poppy. It is made with the pigments of pure natural poppies, and the floral fragrance uses gardenia. If you think the taste is a bit strong, I can change it for you. A glass of sparkling water."

The result is that the sparkling water served is green, and it looks a bit like a witch's cauldron freshly brewed.

Stark took another sip, and this time he was a little relieved, because this thing tasted like mint. Although the color was a bit strange, it tasted familiar.

Stark took a few big gulps, and only when he drank to the bottom of the cup did he find that there was a bunch of sticky green balls at the bottom, which looked similar to venom.

Stark covered his throat and began to retch again. The bartender explained: "It is an edible ball algae. After special treatment, it will not have a strange taste. It will taste a bit like agar when chewed. You can try it."

Stark pushed the cup aside.

Schiller was holding a glass of orange fluorescent sparkling wine, and Gray Fog made a cheerful cry in his mind, because Schiller hadn't drunk for a long time.

As soon as he took a sip, Gray Fog hummed and said, "I don't like bubbles. I feel that it will make me bloated."

Schiller had to order a glass of the highest alcohol. Steve looked at him strangely and said, "Are you sure you want to drink strong liquor at noon?"

"I think we should go eat something later and find a regular restaurant. I have been distracted by the purpose of those interstellar pirates. Maybe food can make me feel better."

"Ororo and I plan to go shopping again, so we won't have a meal. I think we can meet at the door of the last amusement facility. How about three o'clock in the afternoon?"

T'Challa looked down at his watch and said.

No one objected, so Schiller, Steve, and Stark went to the cabin restaurant together.

The decoration style here is more inclined to metal punk. Most of the furniture is made of old brass, and some decorations use extremely shiny copper plates, creating a punk-style contrast.

The specialties here are also alien-style food, such as deliberately cutting fried onions into spiral cones, using special blades to cut cucumbers into springs, and piling beef fillings into strange-shaped meat paste.

Schiller shook his head and sighed: "Humans are still too lacking in imagination about aliens. Although the aesthetics of intelligent life have their own characteristics, they don't make their food look weird and ugly."

"Every civilization thinks that its art is unique and perfect." Steve cut a piece of onion and put it into his mouth and said: "We thought that our aesthetic style would be very different from that of aliens, or just the opposite, but as long as the visual system is similar, everyone's pursuit of beauty is also similar."

"It's nothing more than balance, symmetry, and regularity." Schiller stirred the mashed potatoes, and then said: "This is the necessary path in the development of the aesthetics of orderly creatures, and the results derived are also similar."

"I still don't understand what those aliens are doing." Stark turned his head and looked at Schiller and said: "You didn't ask them to look good, which is not like you."

Schiller showed a mysterious smile, reached out and touched his pocket, but still didn't say anything.

After finishing the weird-looking food on the table, they saw an even weirder beverage store.

This is an outdoor beverage store, but all the drinks are in spherical bottles. Steve saw the classic packaging of Coca-Cola as soon as he walked over.

The staff member wearing a headscarf, or the natives here in the plot setting, was a woman with a slightly frosted face. She adjusted her headscarf, crossed her arms and said to Steve: "This is the most famous energy drink on Batu Star. It is pronounced BB-8 in Batu language."

"Originally, we used wooden bottles. Later, a human from Earth threw an empty red beverage can here. I heard that this brand of beverage is very popular on Earth, so we specially imitated bottles of similar color to sell to Earthlings. Do you want one?"

These small spherical bottles were thrown into a box filled with ice. On such a hot day, people felt a lot cooler. So Steve took out his bracelet and prepared to buy a few bottles of drinks, but at this moment, he caught a glimpse of the group of aliens in smuggler robes on the other side of the stall also planning to buy drinks.

Just as he was about to walk over, Schiller pulled him back. Several people listened carefully and heard the vendor say to the aliens: "The smuggling business has become increasingly difficult recently, right? The legion's offensive is too fierce, and we can't get any good goods. If you have a way, go to the blue-haired woman next to the weapons depot, and she will give you a good price."

Steve was a little confused. He didn't understand the identity of this vendor and why he was connected with aliens.

But Schiller laughed and said: "Perhaps you should have heard that Disney's cast and crew are very dedicated, and the most famous feature of the Star Wars park is that the costumes of the cast and crew here are all random, and there are no Classic character image."

"What they play is actually the locals of Batu. They are some shop owners who make a living by accepting smuggled goods and providing accommodation and food to smuggled rice, or intelligence dealers who make a living by selling information. There are also some informants of the First Legion. , and even the hidden warriors of the Jedi Order."

"The actors will randomly select their own costumes and characters on the day, hide among the people playing, and provide them with various clues. Everyone will behave seriously to increase the immersion of the game."

"Disney's staff have received special training. When they play a certain identity, they will be almost completely immersed in the character. Although the professional planning team can detect that it is exaggerated propaganda, at least ordinary people cannot tell it."

"But those pirates should be well-informed, right?" Stark asked with a frown. Of course, he could also see from the micro-scanning device on his glasses that the vendor was actually not an alien smuggler, but an ordinary person. of human beings.

However, he did not think that this group of pirates would have species identification equipment, because judging from the performance of the previous confrontation, they looked particularly like a grassroots team.

These are just the minions among the pirates, and they are the same low-level pirates in the pirate group. Otherwise, why would Yondu send them here?

Schiller explained: "Although Thor's acquiescence must have been the reason why Yondu's people can enter the nine kingdoms, but Yondu is not stupid. If this was a trick to invite you to the urn, wouldn't he end up here?"

"This cunning pirate leader will not just come in so stupidly. Instead, he must first send a group of cannon fodder to find out the truth. Not only are there unlikely to be any important figures among these pirates, they must also be the kind of people who don't have the courage to die no matter how hard they die. Feeling distressed, or simply a spy from another pirate group."

Schiller showed a playful smile, and Stark and Steve knew what he was going to do.

Sure enough, Schiller took out his cell phone and said to Nick: "I'm going to set up a trap for the fat sheep. Can you contact the management of Disney? Let them cooperate with the performance and give them 30% of the proceeds."

Steve thought Nick would at least ask about the specific plan, but Nick opened his mouth and said that 30% was too high. If it were an alien fat sheep, 10% would be enough.

Then Schiller took the phone and went to the other side for more than ten minutes. Steve and Stark both suspected that he had abducted aliens.

After returning, Schiller cleared his throat and said, "We'll see."

At this moment, Steve saw that the communicator on the waist of the stall owner who was talking to the group of interstellar pirates suddenly rang.

Of course, both of them could tell that it was just a mobile phone, just covered with a metal shell, disguised as some kind of alien communication device, and the ringtone was deliberately set to a monotonous beep sound instead of Earth Song.

The vendor opened his eyes wide, glanced down at his waist, then smiled at the interstellar pirates opposite and said, "You can choose for yourself, I'll leave for a while beforehand."

This phone is actually an emergency communication phone assigned to employees by Disney. It is used to arrange employees to organize the evacuation of tourists when encountering some emergencies.

However, because Disney has high requirements for cast and crew members’ commitment and does not allow cast members to engage in behavior that damages the image of their characters, answering the phone in public is absolutely not allowed.

After all, if Winnie the Pooh takes out a mobile phone in front of a child, the child's childhood will be over from the moment he opens his mouth to speak.

It took a long time for the vendors to go there, and several pirates were a little impatient to wait. However, before they came down, Yondu specially gave them human currency and told them not to forget to pay and not to cause trouble and attract attention. They were really thirsty again, so they waited patiently until the stall owner came back.

"Sorry, the boss gave me a call. One of our ships encountered something in the Ring Star area. I may have to go over and deal with it later."

The vendor turned to look at the female vendor here and said, "Vanessa, you really have to do me a favor. Something happened over there in the Huanxing District. This is the second time today. I'm afraid it won't happen." How long will it take before we have to transfer again?”

Vanessa also answered a call just now, but she came back faster than this stall. She also sighed, curled her lips and said: "It's not the damn Interstellar Security Committee's fault, if they hadn't built something... "

The vendor quickly signaled Vanessa with his eyes. Vanessa glanced at the interstellar pirates who covered their faces with hoods and remained silent.

The pirates were anxious.