Now that his sweetheart had spoken, Quirl instantly fell silent.
Rocket, however, couldn't help but explain, "There aren't many left. I'm counting. I've shot down 73, and Big Scoop has blown up 267. Oh, 269 now. The Suiverins only have a little more than 200 fighters left. "
Kamala, who had been paying attention to the damage on the spaceship, was stunned. "What?"
It hadn't even been five minutes since the fight started, and more than half of the Suiverins had already been destroyed. It seemed like they really didn't need to run anymore.
After all, more than 500 fighters had withstood the attacks, and the spaceship hadn't suffered much damage. The remaining 200 or so fighters weren't even under 30% of their initial pressure.
If Luke's marksmanship continued to be this accurate, the remaining Suiverins would only be able to survive for … another three or four minutes?
She couldn't help but ask, "Big Dipper, can you still hold on?"
High-precision shooting was equally taxing on one's mental and physical strength, and the hit rate would plummet at the limit. She felt that it was better to clarify things.
Luke's voice was calm. "No problem."
Everybody was relieved.
After spending time with him for the past few days, they had a rough understanding of his personality.
He didn't talk much, but he was very direct.
Whether it was piloting a spaceship or modifying weapons, he wouldn't pretend to know what he didn't know, nor would he brag.
Compared with Quirl, he was the complete opposite.
If Quirl said it was fine, then it was very likely that something would go wrong.
If Luke said it was fine, then it really was fine.
Sure enough, as the number of Suiverins rapidly decreased, the spaceship didn't have to run like crazy like before.
Its flight path was much more stable, and Luke's shooting accuracy increased again.
Rocket regained his footing and fired wildly again.
Streaks of bright yellow energy bullets flew out, and the Suo Verin mecha behind them were like firecrackers, exploding non-stop.
Two minutes later, Rocket let out a smug laugh. "Hahahaha, you're all dead now, aren't you?"
Quirl's mouth was cheap again. "You only fought 102 battles. That's not a lot of credit."
Rocket froze for a moment before he roared, "Then I blew up at least a hundred, and you didn't even hit a hair."
"If I wasn't good at piloting, would you have blown up so many fighters?" Quirl immediately roared back.
Rocket: "If you had my piloting skills, I could have blown up at least fifty, no, a hundred more."
Quill: "Bragging, bragging, bragging, bragging!"
Rocket said, "If you have the guts, I'll pilot a spaceship next time and you'll shoot a plane. If you can't hit 100, then … you won't be able to find a girlfriend."
Quirl: "Come on, next time the spaceship takes another energy bomb, you'll shut up for a week."
Rocket: "Sure, come on."
Quill: "Come on, who's afraid of who?"
Everyone: … What two childish ghosts.
A moment later, it was Luke who said, "Quirl, I don't think we need to go to the jump window. The spaceship still needs supplies."
Quirl, who was arguing with Little Raccoon, snapped out of his daze. The rudder shifted, and the ship made a 180-degree turn. "Haha, I forgot, I forgot. Sorry. Big spoon, what do you want to buy? I promise I'll get it for you. "
Rocket: "Pauper, do you have money?"
Quirl was furious. "I don't have money. Are you rich now?"
Rocket chuckled. "No, but Big Spoon and I agreed to find a chance to do it … Hmm."
Luke covered its mouth.
Luke hurriedly said, "Rocket said he'll be my guide on this supply planet."
As he spoke, he gave Little Raccoon a look, and it smiled awkwardly. "That's right. We can also find a buyer for the steel-titanium batteries."
In fact, Luke and it had already planned to use the steel-titanium batteries as bait.
When they went to the supply planet later, they would look for a shop that liked to rob the rich and help the poor.
Being chivalrous, robbing the rich and helping the poor in one, perfect!
Kamala rolled her eyes. She looked at Quirl, who was also snickering, and could only shake her head helplessly.
She wasn't stupid.
How could a man who could hang out with Quill and Rocket, and who shared the same rotten tastes, be a gentleman? Hehe, these three guys were definitely ready to make a killing.
However, she couldn't keep an eye on them.
Quirl and Rocket didn't have a high bottom line, but they wouldn't go so far as to kill and rob. Let them be. That was what she thought.
After all, they had been bored on the ship for so long; it wasn't realistic to expect them to behave themselves after they got off.
It was fine as long as they didn't go looking for those shady female workers.
…
Half an hour later, the spaceship landed on the supply planet.
Luke, Rocket, little Groot, Drax and Mantis Girl teamed up to clear the grocery market.
Kamala and Quirl stayed on the spaceship, or they would definitely make a joke out of it.
This place was just that chaotic and disorderly.
If it wasn't for this place, Luke, Rocket and Quirl wouldn't have chosen to come here.
That was why everybody unanimously decided to buy the supplies they needed first, and then take turns to go out for a stroll in the remaining time.
This supply run was expected to last three days, and there was plenty of time.
Before they got off the ship, the three guys winked at each other for a moment.
Quirl was hinting to Luke and Rocket not to forget to keep an eye on things.
Whether they ate meat or porridge for the next few months depended on how big the fish they could catch in the next few days.
Drax led the way with Mantis Girl, while Rocket and Luke followed behind. Little Groot was on Luke's shoulder.
Rocket corrected the route of the two idiots in front of him as he gave Luke a rough overview of the situation here.
He didn't come here often, and it would take him some time to find a big fish.
Luke was multitasking as he sized up the bizarre-looking aliens around him.
To be more precise, he was sizing up these alien creatures that looked like humans and those that didn't.
There were red-skinned people, yellow-skinned people, and Kamala on the spaceship.
There were plenty of blue-skinned people, as well as the classic colors of black, white, and gray.
If the purple-skinned Thanos and the golden-skinned Sauverines were included, this race really looked like Calabash Brothers.
And that was just in terms of the variety of colors.
Some looked half-mechanical, some had pointy ears and monkey cheeks, some were covered in ice, and some were covered in black spots. They could be considered mutant species in terms of form.
As for those with strange hairstyles like bald heads, yin-yang hairstyles, wavy hairstyles, and Mohican hairstyles, they were everywhere.
Luke looked around, but couldn't find any males that were close to Quirl's level.
No wonder Kamala and Quirl took a liking to each other. The attractiveness of the males on this non-orderly planet was too low.
Also, most of these aliens smelled like biochemical weapons, and Luke had to suppress his Sharp Nose to the minimum when he came to spy on the situation.
The cockpit wouldn't even be able to accommodate two random people whose "body odor" was average on the Swallow Spaceship.
Considering this level of personal hygiene, Kamala had definitely chosen Quirl after careful consideration.
Compared with the inferior appearance and horrible body odor here, the security here was beyond Luke's expectations.
Fights, thefts, swindles, and robberies were not uncommon, but they had never seen a battle where blood and flesh were splattered everywhere.
Clearly, the controller here was still a bit of a deterrent.
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