Marvel turns into Iron Man

If there is such an unreasonable feeling called being raped by a dog, then the administrator of the control tower must have been raped by the strongest dog.

He had already begun to regret why he had to look back to see what was going on when the glass door of the central control room was knocked.

The story unfolded like the most crudely made B-movie, and he saw a scene that was extremely eye-catching.

Just behind the gate came a fool, a green woman, a big mouse and a tree, and a procession of strong men.

This seemingly inexplicable team is currently watching the administrator outside the glass door of the control room.

It did look a little absurd, but this absurdity ended when Rocket's little claws pressed on the control panel.

The control panel was pried off from another unlucky guy's arm. Although it was detached, it didn't mean it lost its function.

With just one touch, a glass door blocking the front of the few people easily opened its way to the dangerous people.

Facing the five vicious prisoners trying to escape from the prison, will the administrator of the control tower draw his gun and be angry and resist?

The answer was no - he could only raise his hands obediently, making a gesture of surrender, showing his innocence.

In the next second, the vine man that Groot stretched out tightly entangled him, and threw him out of the central control room of the control tower.

Hearing a miserable howl, the poor guy hit the alloy wall panel in the corridor and fell down.

You can't die from a distance of more than ten meters, at least for these alien races.

In the room, the rocket naturally rushed to the control equipment in the room first, and started to control it.

As a modified creature with a strong learning ability, Rocket can easily get started with this thing.

"So, what's our plan—how did this guy come along?"

Gamora said, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Drax standing side by side with Groot behind him.

She had noticed this big, strong man before, but the situation was not suitable for talking, so she didn't ask.

Drax looked at the woman and was about to get angry, but was stopped by Quill's hand.

"I promised this old man to follow us until we meet Ronan."

"Besides, he saved me. I never like to owe favors, so I took him with me."

"Oh, yes, here you are, here's what you asked for—"

Quill said indifferently, and casually threw the mechanical leg he had been holding beside Rocket.

"Come on, the legs are just a joke, I just need these two things."

Rocket heard Quill's words, but there was a weird smile on his face.

"What did you say?"

"I thought it might be funny to take his leg away hahaha."

"How funny, tell me how funny he is when he hops on one leg hahaha"

Compared to Quill's bewildered expression, Rocket seemed to have guessed it long ago.

"Dude, I bought his leg for [-] divas, and that's the only money I have left."

Quayle never seemed to think that the Rockets were joking with him.

After all, the rocket's appearance at the beginning was also a serious one, which made him think that this leg was of great use.

If it wasn't like this, Quill couldn't have spent money to buy the other party's leg, and brought it here with all his might.

During the conversation, an armed drone flew out of the porthole of the control room somewhat wobbly.

Although Gamora smashed many drones with the gun thrown to her by the rocket, she couldn't solve them all.

Under the control of the system, the drone mercilessly attacked everyone in the control room.

Even though there is a layer of bulletproof glass, the bullets pouring in still make one's scalp tingle inexplicably.

"Do you have any plans to escape?"

Even a straightforward person like Drax couldn't help asking.

After all, no one can put his own life and death aside.

Drax has yet to take revenge on Ronan the Accuser, and he certainly doesn't want to die in this prison.

"There is a plan, of course there is - there is, right, is it also made up to deceive people?"

Quill said with a sure face at first, but as he spoke, he noticed the useless leg again.

In an instant, the little wall of trust that had been built in my heart was also collapsed by this broken leg.

Quill instinctively trusted the raccoon, after all, it was a reliable target most of the time.

However, after he knew that the Rockets asked him to take his leg as a joke, Quill couldn't help but become suspicious.

"I have a plan, I have a plan—"

Rocket said without looking back, his two paws were flying up and down on the console.

"Okay, stop babbling, and quickly lead us out of this annoying prison."

"Yeah, this time I agree with the living dictionary guy, don't waste your time."

Originally, Quill just wanted to echo what Drax said, and it was indeed his habit to have fun while suffering.

"Don't call me a dictionary—"

However, after Quill finished speaking, he didn't notice Drax's changed face.

"It's just a metaphor, buddy..."

Quill said, looking helplessly at Drax behind him, feeling unreasonable in his heart.

If you have to find a metaphor for this unreasonable, it's probably the same as the guy thrown out by Fujiman.

"Hey, they can only understand the literal meaning, and they will be dizzy if they make a slight detour."

Rocket sneered with some disdain, and said without looking back, but the work in hand still did not stop.

"I can't get dizzy no matter how I go around. I have a quick reaction and can definitely understand everything."

Hearing Rocket's words, Drax looked disapproving and continued.

"I'm afraid I'm going to die with the dumbest guys in the entire universe..."

Beside Drax, Gamora's somewhat cold face was full of pessimism at this time.

She never thought that she would meet such a group of laggards.

Even his own sister is a thousand times better than this group of people, at least when it comes to fighting.

Downstairs, the control tower administrator who was thrown out by Groot got up from the floor with his face covered in blood.

The height of the four-story building, although the fall would not be fatal, the injuries suffered by the body were not small.

"Damn... where's the security team, haven't they come yet?!"

He struggled to get up from the floor and shouted into the distance.

The pain in his body made his voice a little sharp, but no one spoke.

A few seconds later, the gate of the prison was opened from the outside, and a team of heavily armed guards rushed in.

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