With fewer people, the search was slower. Before they found the spaceship, Luke and Rocket had already changed their appearances and slipped away.
Ignoring the scumbags, the man and the bear glided straight to where Drax and Mantis' communicators had last been.
Compared to the ferocious Kamala and the slippery Quirl, the adorably silly duo of Drax and Sister Mantis were the ones who needed urgent help.
Thankfully, news of the capture of the Guardians of the Galaxy had spread, and a lot of people were flying around in the sky. Nobody cared about Luke and Rocket — there were no purple skins or dwarves in the Guardians.
Looking at the chaotic entertainment district, Rocket couldn't help but be worried. "Big Spoon, can you really find Drax and Mantis?"
Luke said, "Follow me. Remember to give them time to disguise as well. I still want the spoils of war, and it's not convenient to kill all the witnesses. "
Rocket was lost for words. So, you're driving a butcher truck, right?
Very soon, Luke reached the last place where Drax and Mantis had disappeared, and activated Sharp Nose.
He waved at Rocket, and he turned into a street on the side.
After walking several hundred meters on the street, he passed through several buildings that were full of cursing and wounded soldiers. He simply punched anyone who came up to pick a fight, and didn't stop at all.
After making several turns in the corridors that were strewn with junk, Luke stopped.
Rocket asked, "Are we here?"
Luke nodded and closed his eyes to carefully sense the distribution of the smell molecules.
A moment later, he opened his eyes. "Set the jammer for three seconds. I'll charge in, and you follow."
Rocket said, "Hm, that's a really simple plan."
Luke patted the bear's head. "As long as we're fast, no plan can keep up with us."
(̄ ε ̄)? Rocket said, "Fine."
As it spoke, it activated the signal jammer in its hand and counted in its heart: Three, two, one.
Swoosh!
With a soft sound, Luke moved 50% faster than the flight suit's activation speed. He left a blurry purple shadow in the air as he charged into a two-story building two hundred meters away.
Rocket had only just started moving, and hadn't even flown twenty meters.
It couldn't help but exclaim, "F * ck, that's awesome (alien language version)!"
At the same time, dense and dull banging sounds could be vaguely heard. The sounds were divided into two, and each lasted for about a second.
When it charged into the building, it heard Luke's voice in its earpiece. "Come upstairs."
Rocket only had time to glance left and right before he saw more than ten strange-looking alien mercenaries scattered in the small building in even more bizarre postures.
There were some that stuck their heads into the wall, some that stuck their heads into the ground, some that hung from the ceiling in a U-shape, some that lay on the table in an L-shape, and some that plugged into the washer in an O-shape.
Flying up the circular iron staircase to the second floor, the six mercenaries in front of it finally had one thing in common — all of them had their heads stuck into the floor and were lying on the ground, motionless.
Little Raccoon repeated the words he had said on the first floor. Without stopping, he walked to an alloy cage and handed over the Thousand Faces system, protective suit, and flight suit. "Little guy with a sensitive chest, hurry up and put them on, or else you'll be caught and locked in a cage again."
As it spoke, it made an action of repeatedly clamping its arms and squeezing its left eye at the same time.
Drax was stunned for a moment before he became angry. "You damn …"
Rocket raised a finger and pressed it against his mouth. "Don't talk. Put on your flight suit first."
Although Drax was a bit of a retard, he could still understand basic logic.
He recognized Rocket from the familiar mocking tone and the way he squeezed his eye.
Rocket had already turned into a dwarf, which was clearly because he didn't want to be recognized.
Wearing the protective suit would block out the sound, and they could talk directly in the team's channel.
As for the liar? He had never considered that possibility at all.
This was the only dwarf who dared to mock his chest and lie while blinking his left eye.
Sister Mantis was a little more adorable, but she was more direct.
When she picked up the equipment, she sensed it with her ability, and immediately smiled happily. "It's you …"
Rocket made a zipping motion with his hand over his mouth. "Shut up and put on your equipment."
A moment later, the purple-skinned baldie, the gray-skinned, long-haired man (Drax), and the two-horned minotaur (Sister Mantis) walked out of the building.
Sister Mantis, who had never used a gun before, pretended to be carrying a trash pistol.
Boom!
Rocket, who had transformed into a dwarf, drove a small aircraft out of the small building, smashed through the door, and rushed out. "Get in the car. We still have to" earn "the task reward." While talking nonsense, he did not forget to blink at the three of them.
Ignoring him, the three of them got into the aircraft and held onto the handle.
The aircraft drifted and quickly rose to a height of more than ten meters. It flew over the messy buildings in the city and headed straight for the hot spring area in the northwest.
Luke and Rocket ran away with little Groot, and also rescued Drax and Sister Mantis. Only Quirl and Camilla were still fighting the mercenaries.
More and more people were heading in the direction of the "reward" for confirming their location.
Quirl and Camilla had killed and injured more than a hundred people with their Gatling guns, but the number of mercenaries chasing after them had increased by more than a hundred. It was simply mind-blowing.
Quirl zigzagged and didn't even look back as he cursed, "Fako, so what if you're rich? Why are there so many pieces of trash? I …"
Boom!
An energy bullet sent him tumbling.
Boom! Boom!
Camilla immediately turned the mercenary aircraft that had hit her would-be boyfriend into a fireball. Three or four figures fell from the sky and smashed into the ground, raising a huge cloud of dust.
Soon after, more pursuers surged out from the dust.
Their eyes were either red or green, and none of them cared about the unlucky guys who had just been seriously injured.
That was the most troublesome thing about mercenaries who were scattered and disorganized.
Defeating a small team wouldn't intimidate the other ten or twenty teams at all, and the rest would only think that the destroyed team was trash.
Quirl tumbled more than ten meters away and flew up crookedly again.
Camilla fired wildly as she asked, "Can we still run?"
Quirl coughed and gave her the bad news. "There's a flat wasteland up ahead. There's nowhere for us to hide."
Previously, the two of them had been fighting and retreating along the complicated hills and ravines.
If there had only been three hundred people, they would have been defeated by the two Gatling guns.
But as more mercenaries and gangs poured in from the city, they were forced to flee toward the flat wasteland.
Their retreat route was full of enemies, and it was impossible for them to break through the encirclement and return to the hills.
Once they entered the flat wasteland, they would lose all cover and could only rely on hiding.
The five hundred guns behind them would be able to blow them to smithereens in thirty seconds.
Camilla's face darkened. "Rocket, where are you?"
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