Marvel turns into Iron Man

It must not be a simple scene that can surprise a guy like Quill who even walks away after passing through the center of the battlefield.

Through the window of the bar, what he and Camorra saw was Drax's crazy behavior as if wantonly venting his anger.

He watched helplessly as the rocket was thrown across the table with one hand and fell into the crowd, and then he could no longer see its small size.

And Groot, who was two heads taller than Drax, was also thrown on the table by him, and he clamped its neck fiercely.

"Oh shit—what the hell are they on about?!"

Quill didn't care about the great atmosphere, and immediately took Gamora's hand and ran wildly along the alley next to the bar.

And Gamora also noticed that scene, and her heart naturally felt tight.

This is the territory of the Tiwan Group, and the purpose of the group's coming here is to conduct transactions with the Tiwan Group.

If it spoils the interest of the other party because of these fools, the transaction may not get a good result.

Thinking of this, Gamora naturally put down Quill's earphones, and brought them back to Quill's neck.

In the next second, he let the other party pull him, and ran towards the bar along the alley next to the bar.

"Uh-ha!!!"

When Quill and Gamora pushed through the crowd, what they saw was a surprising scene.

Even though the upper body was entangled by Groot's vines, those vines were broken by Drax.

However, before Gamora grabbed Drax's arm, Rocket took off his weapon from behind.

The large firearm with rockets almost never leaving his body, the ferocious muzzle was aimed right at Drax's chest.

"Stop! Stop now—"

Before he could think about it, Gamora immediately grabbed Drax's chest and pushed him back.

"Hey, hey, man, what are you doing!"

On the other side, Quill also jumped out, blocked the rocket's muzzle, and shouted something loudly.

"This damn reptile doesn't understand anything, and is still talking nonsense!"

Drax gripped a table knife tightly in his hand and growled, a tinge of red staining his cheeks.

It was the result of the anger rising in the chest, the blood pressure rising, and gathering in the blood vessels in the face.

Even Quill could tell that Drax seemed genuinely angry this time.

"—what I said is the truth!"

Rocket still tightly held the big gun bigger than itself in his hand.

As if refusing to admit defeat, he also roared at Drax who was not far away.

"He never respected me!!!"

"That's right, this is also true!!!"

The two guys, one big and one small, with disparity in height, were as angry as children at this moment.

Quill, who completely separated the two with his body, heard the roar of the two, his head was about to explode.

"Try calling me a reptile again, you idiot!"

"You'll just laugh at me like everyone else!"

The roar of the rocket like a cannonball also made Quill understand that it seemed to be carrying too much pressure.

But in order to ensure the safety of everyone's life, Quill can only try to calm the Rockets down.

"Rocket, you're drunk, okay, no one's laughing at you—"

"He thinks I'm a funny thing, he said it himself!"

Quill was right, Rocket's face was full of anger and sadness, and there was a tremor in his voice.

"Is it because I want to be transformed by others? I don't want to be transformed by others, and I don't want to be dismantled and reassembled by the National People's Congress!"

"Take it apart and put it back together, take it apart and put it back on again, what did it turn into in the end... what a little monster-like existence!"

As I said before, everyone has a past that they don't want to mention, even the Rockets.

The days when he was an experimental subject was what Rocket always thought was the darkest time in his life.

It was not a glorious time, if it hadn't met Groot, I'm afraid I would never be able to get rid of the nightmare.

But at the same time, although the Rockets buried that memory in their hearts, it does not mean that this pressure will never be released.

"Calm down, Rocket, no one calls you a monster."

Ignoring a group of watching drinkers around, Quill said, slowly bent down, and put his hand on the muzzle of the rocket.

He's betting, he's betting the rocket won't actually shoot, while desperately trying to calm it down.

"What do you know, Quill! He calls me a reptile, she calls me a mouse—"

"Let's see if you can still smile while I punch a few holes in your face."

Rocket tightly grasped the weapon in his hand and refused to let go, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a few words as if squeezed.

But almost everyone can see it, see its wet eye sockets, and its hair wet with tears.

And this time, even Gamora also began to regret his previous casual opening.

She was not regretting her insult to the Rockets, but regretting that her inadvertent mistake might have messed up the entire transaction.

But on the other hand, when she felt that the Drax she was blocking had moved, she immediately took action.

It is impossible for Gamora to let him continue to fight the Rockets, after all, it is not good for anyone.

She immediately reached out and pressed Drax's chest, pushed him back, and pushed him away hard.

On the other side, seeing Rocket raise the weapon in his hand again, Quill was also anxious.

"Hey! Hey! Rocket, brother! Four billion! If you think about it, that's four billion!"

He immediately opened his arms to block Gamora's back, still muttering about the reward price of the universe spirit ball.

"Be patient, bear with it for a while, and you will soon become a rich man!"

Strictly speaking, in such a large crowd, especially in a chaotic place like the Void.

Throwing the price of 40 billion in front of the public is really a demented choice.

After all, there are not a few caring people here, and maybe someone will follow them soon.

But seeing the Rockets calm down after hearing the number, Quayle felt that he had done nothing wrong.

Listening to Quill's words, Rocket slowly lowered the weapon in his hand, and his eyes gradually became calmer.

It put its gaze on Groot beside him, but Groot shrugged his shoulders lightly, with innocence written all over his face.

"—Well, you're right, Quill, I'm so restless."

"But I can't guarantee that after this matter is over, I will bear to make a few holes in him."

As if unwilling to admit defeat, although he brought the weapon back to his back, Rocket still insisted on speaking.

PS:

A well-known author suddenly threw me two hundred recommendation tickets, and I was flattered