"Do you know? I've escaped from prison 22 times, it's just a piece of cake." The little raccoon said proudly.

"I have no interest in this, I just want to know why you are doing it on Qaida Star." Wesley asked.

"Isn't this easy to think about? Even if the mission fails, you two are still in my sight. I am determined to win the rewards issued by the destroyer." The little raccoon said grinning.

"So that's it. I really didn't expect that the civilized planet in the universe would be so idiotic in terms of law, and Peter Quill, your nickname is really bad. I am a real Sir of the Divine Realm."

"Okay, Wesley, even if you are really here, it's useless, right?" Peter Quill said indifferently.

The group was led forward, but when they passed by the items storage room, Peter Quill saw someone listening to his walkman, and he rushed in furiously, but was severely cleaned up.

What Wesley couldn't stand the most was that the prison's disinfection measures turned out to be a red liquid. After being washed, the skin turned red. He took out clean water in the locker room and washed it again, and then put on the prisoner's yellow prison uniform.

Then Peter Quill and the little raccoon walked in. Wesley saw the metal foreign objects behind the little raccoon, which were embedded in the body. This was caused by the experiment. Wesley reached out and touched it.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" the little raccoon grinned, as if he wanted to go up and bite Wesley.

"This is a crime, maybe I can take them out for you." Wesley said gently.

"No, I'll be paralyzed if I take them off." The little raccoon was listless.

"Not necessarily, my methods are not what you can understand. I will help you remove them after leaving here to make your fur more shiny. How about it?" Wesley looked at the little raccoon with a smile. This little guy is actually very cute, but he was too tragic. His name is actually a number, and the Rockets were taken by themselves.

"Do you want me to take you away and then give up the capture of you?" The little raccoon's big eyes rolled.

"No, you will see when you leave. The reason I came here is to avoid head-on conflict with Chaida. At the same time, I also want to organize you to become a cosmic team on Earth. I also need the method of manufacturing the destroyer spacecraft and collect molecular mechanisms for elements in the universe. The more types, the better."

"You have so many requests?" The little raccoon's big eyes turned again.

Peter Quill interjected and asked, "Can you really take us away? How many of your Earth weapons are left?"

"You are carrying a weapon, why didn't I see it? The skills of the Qaida people cannot be missed, and you can see it at a glance now." The little raccoon looked at Wesley in surprise.

"You will know then, but I'd better think about how to fly in the universe. You are an expert. As for the force, there is no problem with the prison guards here. Aren't they all bastards? I won't have any psychological burden to kill them at that time."

Then the group officially walked into the prison, but something flew over in an instant. Wesley turned his head and dodged, then looked around.

"I'll look for it first, Gamora, you're dead."

"No, I will find you first, I will cut your throat."

...There was a noise, and many people around were yelling there. They were crazy and angry. Wesley looked back at Kamora in surprise.

"Her reputation is very good. Most of the prisoners here, their families have been killed by Ronan, and she can last for a day at most." said the little raccoon.

Peter Quill asked mercilessly: "Will the prison guards here protect her?"

"No, they just prevent us from running away. They don't care about the things inside, and they like to watch fun."

"No matter how miserable it is, it will not be compared with my past experience." Gamola was strong. Even though she was afraid, she still said so. Wesley admired her a little.

At this moment, a big guy came over, his huge body looked very bloated, completely different from a human. Wesley knew this scene, but this stupid guy actually came to Wesley.

"There is a new product, and I will coat your whole body with jam." The other party stretched out his huge palm and wanted to put it on Wesley's face, but he obviously chose the wrong person.

Before the other party finished speaking, nor when his palm touched this place, Wesley kicked the other party's big belly directly. The "bang" sound was a little silent, but the impact was huge. The huge alien was kicked away and hit countless prisoners all the way, and finally hit the prison guardrail hard. Peter Quill and others looked at Wesley in surprise.

Wesley took his legs back and looked around the prison for a week and said, "Everyone listens, don't think about coming to mess with us, otherwise the outcome will be the same as this idiot, or you can come up and try it, I don't mind playing some boring time."

It was shocking, someone would naturally take advantage of it when he came to the door, and Wesley showed no mercy at all. This idiot's speech was so disgusting, and it was just right to stand there. Wesley couldn't help but use all his strength, and he wouldn't care about his life or death.

No one replied, Wesley turned around and walked forward, choosing a single cell for himself. He wouldn't be crowded with others, and the smell here was not very good.

The people who wanted to come up and vent their anger at Gamora hesitated. They came in together, and they didn't know if Wesley was covering Gamora.

"Let's choose a cell together, find a single room and clean up the people." Wesley said.

"I have no problem, but will this beautiful lady agree?" Peter Quill looked at Gamora.

"Hey, you really don't know how to live or die. Do such a woman have any ideas?" The little raccoon looked down on Peter.

And the tree man said, "I am Groot."

Gamora looked at Wesley and asked, "Why do you want to help me? You can explain it clearly just now."
Chapter completed!