Marvel turns into Iron Man

At midnight, in a state of light sleep, Quill was awakened by a loud noise.

Being a Space Rogue (self-evident), one must maintain alert awareness even while sleeping.

From a distance, he heard a guy lowering his voice and whispering something.

"...Go and take her to the bathroom, where the blood is easy to clean up."

The deep words from a distance made Quill's heart tighten, and he immediately noticed something was wrong.

Immediately afterwards, as soon as he raised his head slightly, he saw several people escorting a green figure past the door.

Gamora was kidnapped by those prisoners, and I'm afraid it's not over yet—

Damn, if you get into trouble with her, how can I ask her to sleep on the floor!

Quill wailed unwillingly in his heart, and after a few people walked away, he tiptoed to follow.

For the woman who killed him in Nova City, took the Cosmic Spirit Orb, and cheated him by the way.

Deep in Quill's heart, there was always a trace of grudge against that woman.

But that doesn't mean he will let those people take her away and execute Gamora in private.

Quill didn't know exactly how Gamora provoked these people, nor did he know what Gamora's family was doing.

But deep down in his heart, Quill still wanted to ask Gamora's permission to sleep on the floor of her cell.

Quayle was more inclined to be a beautiful woman with green skin than in this racially mixed mixed dormitory.

Even if the other party has a bit of killing intent towards him, it's a thousand times stronger than staying in such a ghostly place, isn't it?

"—— Quill, what are you going to do?"

As if aware of Quill's movement, in the cell next door, Raccoon Rocket slowly got up from his bed.

It looked at Peter Quill through the fence, but the hair on one side of its face seemed to have been trimmed because of its sleeping position.

Quill didn't distract himself from answering Rocket's meaning, and tiptoed through the prisoners on the floor to follow out.

The guys who restrained Gamora didn't seem to hide their intentions, and took her directly to the basement floor.

There is the public toilet and bathing place provided by the prison to the prisoners, which is on the next floor of the hall.

Quill walked lightly, carefully following behind the group of people, all the way to the men's bathhouse.

Maybe it's also because the guards in Klin Prison don't care about their work, even now no one cares about them.

He could see that Gamora, who was restrained by a group of men, was struggling weakly.

It's just that he couldn't see her face, and he didn't know her mood at the moment, so he was a little scared after thinking about it.

But it happened to be cheap for him to come to a hero to save the beauty, and then asked to go to sleep in her room.

The group of people forced Gamora to the foot of the wall, and pressed the sharpened blade-shaped iron piece to her neck.

But even when he was forced to a corner and held a knife to his throat, Gamora didn't show any timidity.

The killing machine trained by Thanos has been through countless life and death situations.

For her, death is not far away, but she is the most beautiful flower of death on the battlefield.

Even when forced to this corner, Gamora just looked at them coldly without saying a word.

"Gamora, I'm now officially announcing your death sentence."

"Now, repent of the crimes you have committed throughout the universe."

The prisoner who spoke didn't seem to mind that his hand had been cut open by the blade made of iron.

As he spoke, he raised the crude blade in his hand, intending to stab it towards Gamora's carotid artery.

However, what this group of people didn't see was a trace of scarlet flashing inexplicably in Gamora's pupils.

She seemed to have reached the limit of her patience and was about to make a move, but a sudden voice called her back to her senses.

"How dare you? How dare you?!"

Until a large figure appeared at the door of the bathroom, and what he brought was a sentence full of rage.

It was a tall figure in his early two meters, with a bald head, gray iron-colored skin, and dark red tattoos all over his body.

The person who interrupted the trial appeared inexplicably, his muscles tensed, and it could be seen that the other party seemed very angry.

Several prisoners who were trying to lynch saw him, but as if they saw a natural enemy, no one dared to move.

Gamora, who was surrounded in the center, let out a breath slowly, and also looked at the sudden intruder.

"—You guys should know who I am."

The big bald man with tattoos covered in hideous cracks walked slowly into the bathroom while talking.

"You are...Drax, the vengeful..."

For every step Drax took, the prisoner with the crude blade took a step back.

"Quiel, what happened—"

At the passage opening on the other side of the bathroom, Rocket appeared out of nowhere, seeing Quill, who was peeping, running to his lap.

Peeping is a skill, so Quill shushed the Rocket to silence it.

As if aware of what was happening in the room, Rocket nodded, and looked over at Quill's leg.

The strong man called Drax didn't seem to stop, and kept approaching.

"Then you should also be very clear about how I got this title."

"You once... killed hundreds of Ronan's intelligence personnel in the territory of Nova..."

The prisoner with the blade in his hand was overwhelmed by the powerful aura of Drax, and stepped back to the wall step by step.

This time, Drax no longer looked at the shivering prisoner, but instead focused on Gamora's face.

"Ronan once brutally killed my wife and daughter, but he laughed!"

"It's not your turn to take this woman's life—"

With that said, Drax held out his hand, and the prisoner obediently gave him the blade in his hand.

As if realizing that this matter might not be good, Gamora smiled and tilted her head slightly.

In the next second, she kicked the two prisoners who were controlling her on both sides and kicked them out.

The two knives flew up, and Gamora caught the falling knives at a speed that no one could react.

The whole process took no more than two seconds, and the two sharp blades were already in her hands.

Like flowing water, it reached the throats of Drax and the prisoner who handed the knife.

"Quell? Quill, what do you want to do?"

The Rocket naturally noticed Peter Quill, who was planning to make his debut, and asked subconsciously.

But Quayle didn't care about the Rockets' problems, but planned to go out to see the situation.

"—Let me see, who is it that dares to make trouble for me in my prison?"

Unfortunately, before he took two steps, a voice came from the door on the other side of the bathroom.

It was a woman's voice, revealing a female-specific laziness and full of evil taste.

Moreover, for Peter Quill, it really wasn't once or twice to hear this voice.

PS:

How dare you! ! ! (The wrath of the Swiss environmental girl)