Marvel turns into Iron Man

He let go of his hand weakly, and Drax took two steps back as if he had lost his soul, almost falling to the ground.

Over the years, he has built a wall around his psyche under a false name.

Everything about Drax, his pretense of strength, his pretense of calmness, was false.

But when Miss Stark pried open the cracks in the wall with her words.

This wall is based on falsehood, so it is so fragile that it can be blown down by a gust of wind.

The cracks are getting bigger and bigger, and Drax himself has completely fallen into fear without anyone else talking.

Although his strong but slightly trembling body has betrayed him, everyone can see it.

"You know where Ronan is, right? Take me there, I'm going to kill him!"

The next second, he turned his attention to Gamora again, and pressed her against the wall.

Even though the mask covering his face had been shattered, Drax still put on a strong face.

Maybe it's because the long-term falsehood has made it impossible for him to return to his former self.

But when it comes to Ronan, the hatred in Drax's eyes is not fake.

"I saw your weakness, you can't kill him."

Gamora, who was pressed against the wall by Drax, looked coldly at the burly man who was holding her down.

Gamora, who was facing him, could feel his disguised courage and slightly trembling body more than anyone else.

That trembling did not come from excitement, or not only excitement, but also a trace of indelible fear.

Gamora doesn't know exactly what happened to this person, but it must be an unforgettable past.

Like a child who is still stubborn after making a mistake, Drax's face changed when he heard Gamora's words.

The hand that was originally on Gamora's shoulder moved to her neck, pressing her hard against the wall.

"—I! Never! Weak!"

The last few words, Drax seemed to grit his teeth, and shouted out.

The suffocation-like pain and the opponent's powerful force acted on her most vulnerable neck.

Gamora's face also became a little ugly after being severely grabbed by the neck.

"Okay, okay, you are not weak, let her down first, can't you talk well?"

Seemingly sensing the change in Gamora's face, Quill immediately stood up, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"She has already betrayed Ronan, Ronan came back to catch her, it's the same if you do it again when the time comes."

Immediately after Peter Quill, Miss Stark's intervention allowed Drax to regain his sanity temporarily.

Maybe Quill's words were not qualified, but the woman's words made Drax grasp a trace of emptiness.

"What did you say, what the hell do you know?"

Drax put Gamora down, turned and looked at the woman in white behind him.

Gamora fell weakly on the alloy-cast floor, coughing violently.

But at the same time, she was also staring at Miss Stark's face with vigilant eyes.

Gamora betrayed Ronan, and even betrayed Thanos' words, she only said it to Quill Rocket.

The woman in front of her either knew something through other means, or she had been with them all the time.

"Let's be honest, guys—I want to come in."

Seemingly sensing that the heat was almost ready, Miss Stark smiled lightly and decided to have a showdown.

This is also a kind of speech technique, in the case of taking the initiative, to speak out about one's own purpose.

"Everyone present, except you, a big fool, came here for the Cosmic Spirit Orb, and so did I."

She smiled, and walked slowly to Gamora's side, gently grabbed Gamora's hand, and pulled Gamora up from the floor.

"Tell them, what price did you negotiate with your client for that antique?"

Miss Stark's hand was still holding Gamora's wrist tightly, but she said with a smile on her face.

But Gamora can always see the slightest hint of coercion from her demeanor.

"...that was the capital I used against my father."

Gamora said, trying to free her wrist from Miss Stark's hand but failed.

She raised her head again, and the other party's slightly squinted eyes were showing a sense of danger.

"...four billion, four billion star coins."

Maybe it's because Gamora knows that she may not be able to escape the palm of this woman, she can only say.

But when that astronomical number popped out of her mouth, everyone except Miss Stark and Drax was shocked.

Miss Stark knew just how high a price someone would pay for something.

But Drax simply couldn't understand what the 40 billion star coins were for.

In contrast, Rocket, who has little knowledge of the universe spirit ball, and Peter Quill, the current owner of the universe spirit ball, are different.

When the astronomical figure of 40 billion was uttered by Gamora, Quill's eyes twitched, but Rocket was speechless in surprise.

In Rocket's eyes, the reward of [-] star coins proposed by the Galactic Reaver for Peter Quill is enough to make it and Groot rich.

Even the broker only offered a price of [-] star coins, which already made Quill willing to pay his life for it.

He didn't get the star coins, and he was sent to prison because of the cosmic spirit ball that he didn't sell. It was really a very sad thing.

After he heard the figure that he thought 40 was the sky, but it was 40 times higher than [-].

Peter Quill could only lower his head, admitting that there are people beyond people, there is a sky beyond the sky, and how naive he is.

He never thought of such a large number, nor did he think that the universe spirit ball was really worth this price.

"My...shit..."

"That's why I'm here."

While Quill and Rocket were still in shock, Miss Stark clapped her hands.

"So, you came here because you knew about this matter and that she could sell this thing at this price?"

"You have already sneaked in and become the highest leader in the prison, why don't you take things yourself?"

Hearing her words, Quill looked at Miss Stark with shock and suspicion.

He knew about the replacement of the warden, but he couldn't figure out why the woman in front of him didn't do it by herself.

"Come on—where can I find someone who's willing to pay four billion to take me for a ride?"

As if hearing some funny joke, Miss Stark put on a helpless look.

"You can't even imagine how many resources I invested in getting into this position."

"I will join this matter, or I will let them put you in the independent prison at the bottom of the prison."

But in the next second, she seemed to have turned into a philistine businessman, showing shrewd eyes.

"Even if you join, can you just let us go?"

Hearing this, Quill finally understood the purpose of this woman.

He couldn't help but put on a look of seeing through everything, and asked insincerely.

"Of course not, dear, but I can help."

"Do you really think you can get out of this prison without my help?"

PS:

The more I write, the more I feel like the prologue of Uncharted 4...