Star-lord had to stop, standing in place and gasping angrily.
He swore that as long as he found a chance, he would definitely teach the blue-skinned bastard a lesson!
Seeing that Star-lord didn't resist anymore, the prison guard controlling the surveillance drone in the control room couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If Star-lord continued to resist, he could have killed him legitimately.
Watching several surveillance drones fly away, Star-lord secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then he calmed down and temporarily put down the matter of the Walkman. He picked up a yellow prison uniform that fit his body from the shelf next to him and put it on.
Then he saw Rocket being brought over by the prison guard naked and kicked him in at the door.
At this time, Rocket had obviously just been baptized by a high-pressure water gun. He was wet all over, and his fluffy hair was all sticking to his body. He looked like a drowned rat and was in a very embarrassing situation.
He, who had a lot to say, was not in the mood to talk at this time, so he changed his clothes.
Star-lord, who was standing behind him, found that there was a large piece of hair on his back. There were several pieces of metal inlaid in the exposed skin, and some were directly connected to the spine.
Obviously, Rocket had undergone body modification, and the degree of modification was not low. Even his spine was replaced with metal.
Recalling what the prison guard had called him, Experimental Body 89P13, he assumed that this talking raccoon was an experimental subject of some organization. It had undergone a lot of strengthening and modification, which was why it had the intelligence and strength of a human.
However, Star-lord could also imagine the pain he had suffered.
Looking at the scars left on Rocket's body due to the modification and the pieces of metal that were extremely incompatible with his body, Star-lord couldn't help but feel sympathy. If he could choose, who would want to be modified into a monster!
At the same time, Star-lord couldn't help but hesitate about his previous plan to strengthen himself.
The appearance of the mechanical skull he encountered on Planet Morag also couldn't help but appear in his mind. He didn't want to become such a monster.
Otherwise, he would just forget about the modification!
In fact, equipment was the most important. As long as the equipment was advanced enough, it could completely make up for the lack of strength.
Star-lord believed that as long as he got new equipment that was powerful enough, he could directly kill all those guys when he encountered the situation on Planet Morag!
As for body modification, it wasn't a must.
After changing their clothes, the two met up with Camorra and Groot again and entered the prison under the lead of the prison guards.
After giving each of them a roll of blankets, the prison guards ignored the four of them and allowed them to do as they pleased.
Although Clint's prison was heavily guarded, the requirements for the prisoners were not strict, or it could be said that there were no requirements at all.
As long as they didn't escape, the prison guards wouldn't care about them at all. They were allowed to move freely in the prison. There was no forced labor, and they didn't need to be locked in a separate cell all the time.
Star-lord couldn't help but size up the huge prison. It looked like a huge tube-shaped building, surrounded by layers of cells that were dozens of meters high.
They were now at the circular plaza at the bottom of the prison. There were metal tables and benches fixed to the ground in the plaza. Many prisoners wearing the same yellow prison uniform as them were sitting at the tables. Some were watching dramas alone, some were chatting. There were also many people standing around, and some were even sitting on the steps. It was very lively.
If it wasn't for the oppressive environment and the fierce looks of the people inside, it would have looked no different from an ordinary leisure plaza.
In this area where the prisoners lived, there were no prison guards except for the tall watchtower in the middle of the plaza.
If there wasn't anything, the prison guards wouldn't bother to step into the prisoners' living area. This prison area looked peaceful, but it was actually full of danger. There was no order to speak of, and injuries and killings were happening all the time.
And it was because of this internal "elimination" and "cleanup" that Clint's prison didn't become overcrowded.
Just as Star-lord was looking around the prison, a can suddenly flew from a distance and hit his head.
Star-lord couldn't help but look up, but he saw many prisoners standing in the corridor outside the surrounding layers of cells. They were leaning on the railing and looking at them, or more accurately, looking at Camorra!
In addition to the prisoners in the corridor, they didn't know when a group of people gathered around them and surrounded them.
From time to time, some of them threw the debris in their hands at Camorra while shouting angrily.
"You're dead! You're dead! "
"Murderer"
"I'll kill you first! Camorra, you're dead! "
"You trashy bitch!"
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Looking at the angry crowd, Star-lord couldn't help but look at Camorra in surprise. He didn't expect her to be so "popular"!
"I told you, she's famous!"
Rocket said proudly.
"There are many prisoners' relatives here who died in the hands of Ronan and his lackeys. She can only hold on for one day at most!"
Star-lord couldn't help but worry when he heard this.
"The prison guards will protect her, right?"
Rocket said as he walked.
"They only care about preventing us from escaping. They don't care how we die inside!"
Camorra looked at the hatred in the eyes of many prisoners around her, and she couldn't help but feel a little complicated in her heart.
However, when she heard the conversation between Star-lord and Rocket, she still said without showing any weakness.
"No matter what storms there are in the future, it is just a dream compared to my experience!"
Camorra was not pretending to be calm. In fact, her previous experience was indeed full of pain. Under the almost cruel training of Thanos, she thought about how to live every day. She didn't know when she would die. Compared with her experience over the years, the hatred and revenge of these people in prison did not seem so terrible.
Star-lord turned his head and looked at Camorra with a cold and indifferent face, but he couldn't help but feel a little distressed in his heart.
What exactly did she go through for her to say such words?
Star-lord had always thought that his experience was tragic enough. He didn't have a father since he was a child, and his mother died of illness when he was very young. He was kidnapped from the earth and had to live with the raiders in Yondu. Star-lord felt that it was a miracle that he could grow up safely.
But now, he found that he didn't seem to be the most miserable one among them.
Star-lord couldn't help but re-examine his experience over the years and everything that Yondu did to him.
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