Chaotic Prison

"You know what? I've broken out of jail 22 times. This is a piece of cake." The little raccoon said proudly.

"I'm not interested in that. I just want to know why you did it on Cheddar," Wesley asked.

"Isn't that easy to think about? Even if the mission fails, the two of you will still be in my sight. I am determined to get the bounty issued by the saboteur." The little raccoon bared its teeth and said.

"I see. I really didn't expect the civilized planet in the universe to be so stupid in law. And Peter Quill, your nickname is terrible. I'm a real Knight of the Realm."

"Well, Wesley, even if you are really here, you are not of any use, are you?" Peter Quill said indifferently.

The group was led forward, but when they passed the storage room, Peter Quayle saw that someone was listening to his Walkman. In a rage, he rushed in and was ruthlessly dealt with.

What Wesley found most unbearable was that the prison's disinfectant was actually a red liquid. After being rinsed, his skin was red. He took out some water from the locker room and washed himself before putting on the prisoner's yellow prison uniform.

Then Peter Quill and the little raccoon came in. Wesley saw the metal foreign objects on the back of the little raccoon. They were embedded in the body, a result of the experiment. Wesley reached over and touched them.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The little raccoon bared its teeth and roared, as if it wanted to go up and bite Wesley.

"This is a crime. Maybe I can help you remove them," Wesley said gently.

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

"Not necessarily. My methods are not something you can understand. After we leave here, I will remove it for you and make your fur more lustrous. How about it?" Wesley smiled at the little raccoon. This little guy is actually very cute, but it has suffered too much. Its name is actually a number, and the rocket was named by itself.

"You want me to take you away and give up on capturing you?" The little raccoon's big eyes rolled.

"There's no need. You'll see when it's time to leave. The reason why I came in here is not to have a head-on confrontation with Chaida Star. At the same time, I also want to organize the few of you to become a small cosmic team of Earth. I also need the manufacturing method of the Destroyer spacecraft and the molecular organization to collect the elements in the universe. The more the better."

"You really have a lot of demands?" The little raccoon's big eyes rolled again.

Peter Quayle interjected, "Can you really get us out of here? How many of those earth weapons of yours are left?"

"You're carrying a weapon. Why didn't I see it? It's impossible for the technology of the Chaida people to be missed. And it's obvious to me that you have it on you now." The little raccoon looked at Wesley in surprise.

"You'll know when the time comes, but you'd better think about how to fly in the universe. You're an expert, and there's no problem with force. Aren't the prison guards here all bastards? I don't have any psychological burden to kill them."

Then the group officially walked into the prison, but in an instant, something flew over. Wesley tilted his head to avoid it, then looked around.

"I'll look first, Kamora, you're dead."

"No, I'll find you first. I'll cut your throat."

… There was a lot of noise and a lot of people were shouting around them. They were crazy and angry. Wesley looked back at Kamora in surprise.

"She has a good reputation. Most of the prisoners here have their families killed by Ronan. She can last a day at most," the little raccoon said.

Peter Quayle asked gently, "The prison guards here will protect her, right?"

"No, they just prevent us from escaping. They don't care about what's going on inside. And they like to watch fun."

"No matter how tragic it is, it will not compare to what I have experienced in the past." Kamora was strong. Even in fear, she still said this. Wesley admired her.

At that moment, a big man came over. His huge body was very bloated, and he had a completely different appearance from a human. Wesley knew this part, but the stupid guy came up to Wesley.

"A new product has arrived. I will spread jam all over your body." The man reached out his huge palm to put it on Wesley's face, but he obviously chose the wrong target.

Without waiting for the man to finish or for his palm to touch him, Wesley kicked him in the stomach. The sound was a little muted, but the impact was tremendous. The huge alien was kicked out of the way, crashing into countless prisoners along the way, and finally slammed into the prison guardrail. Peter Quill and the others looked at Wesley in surprise.

Wesley retracted his leg, then looked around the prison and said, "Everyone, listen up. Don't think about provoking us, or you'll end up like this idiot. Or you can come up and try. I don't mind playing some boring time."

Intimidation. Someone had delivered themselves to his door, so he naturally had to make use of it. Wesley did not show any mercy with his kick. This idiot's words were too disgusting, and he stood there just right. Wesley could not help but use his full strength. He did not care if he lived or died.

When no one answered, Wesley turned and walked forward, choosing a single cell for himself. He wasn't going to crowd in with the others. The smell was not very pleasant.

The people who had wanted to come up and vent their anger on Kamora hesitated. They had come in together, and they did not know if Wesley was covering Kamora.

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

"I have no questions, but will the beautiful lady agree?" Peter Quayle looked at Kamora.

"Hey, you really don't know what's good for you. Does such a woman have any ideas?" The little raccoon looked at Peter with disdain.

The Tree-Man said, "I'm Groat."

Kamora looked at Wesley and asked, "Why are you helping me? You could have made yourself clear just now."

"Don't worry, I don't have the slightest interest in green-skinned women, but you seem to know a lot about Ronan. Tell me how you found us, why you need this Exquisite Ball, and some other questions." What Wesley wants to know is about Thanos. As Thanos's adopted daughter, Kamora undoubtedly knows more. Wesley doesn't know anything about Thanos's strength, which is his biggest concern.