54. Raccoons, Treants and Hunters (Part 2)

In this dead, barren world, on a dusty plain.

Rocket Raccoon, holding a heavy weapon, was standing on the edge of an impact crater, looking at the intruders who fell here with a loud noise at the bottom of the crater.

It was a lady.

He is tall, at least 1.9 meters.

Very good figure.

There is a head of orange-red, long hair like flames.

Wearing a set of strange, golden ornate battle helmets.

In his hand, he held a weird weapon that looked like flaming wings, with blades at both ends, and there were long purple and red streamers wrapped around his neck and armor.

Her exposed skin was covered in blood, as if she had been torn apart by something sharp.

It looked rather miserable.

But she is alive.

This can be seen from the rising and falling of her chest.

Her breathing was very difficult and short, as if she had suffered some kind of terrible torture.

"hum"

The black ray gun in Rocket's hand made a sound of charging. It held the gun with both hands, and had no intention of stepping forward to help. Instead, the irritable little man aimed the gun at the mysterious woman at the bottom of the pit.

Raccoon is an interstellar mercenary.

It was born in an illegal laboratory in the southern galaxy, and it is a test product of biotechnology.

Because of genetic modification, it is smart, smarter than most humans on Earth.

But after escaping from the laboratory, Rocket has been living in the most dangerous and chaotic business in the stars.

Past experiences have left the shaggy raccoon with a lack of mercy.

Especially when its rich mercenary experience told it that the woman in front of him had a mysterious origin and was seriously injured, at this moment when the treasure was about to be found, the raccoon didn't want to cause trouble for itself.

"It can only be said that you were unlucky and appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time, girl."

Rocket whispered something.

The next moment, the ruthless raccoon decisively pulled the trigger.

"boom"

A ball of scorching rays flew out from the muzzle of the gun and hit the bottom of the impact crater.

This gun is extremely penetrating, enough to kill most humanoid life in the galaxy.

The term alien sounds very powerful, but in fact, most alien life is not stronger than the earth.

But something unexpected happened.

Rocket's shot didn't hurt the woman lying at the bottom of the pit at all, or in other words, didn't make her injury worse.

That extremely penetrating ray hit the woman's armor, but it failed to penetrate it, leaving only an ugly scratch.

"Um?"

Rocket blinked his eyes, looked at the gun in his hand, and then at the seriously injured and weak woman.

In the next second, the raccoon who refused to admit defeat jumped out of the impact pit, raised his gun, and pointed the muzzle at the woman's blood-stained face.

"boom"

It pulls the trigger again.

The rocket is ready to be covered in blood and flesh, and this kind of close-range shooting will bring this kind of trouble.

Fortunately, the ray will not explode the flesh and blood like a bullet, so there will be no blood and flesh splatter.

But flesh and blood, at this distance, can't resist the high-energy rays, right?

"puff"

A strange sound came, completely interrupting Rocket Raccoon's fantasy.

Its eyes widened.

In front of its eyes, a small gash appeared on the forehead of the woman who had been masturbated, and her skin was burned a little by the rays

But that's about it.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Rocket stared dumbfounded at the weak moaning woman in front of him.

The two consecutive shots didn't hurt her anymore, and didn't wake her up from the coma. The situation remained in a weird state.

Facts have proved that the bluffing gun in Rocket's hand is not enough to kill the mysterious woman in front of him.

It stands to reason that for normal people, seeing this situation, the best way to choose to stay out of it.

Just leave this woman here, let her die from serious injuries, or recover bit by bit.

but the rocket

This cranky raccoon doesn't look like a normal person.

"I don't believe it anymore"

Rocket grunted, and reached out to adjust the output frequency of the ray gun to the maximum.

A few seconds later, a light and shadow flashed in the impact crater, and a few more seconds later, the light and shadow lighted up again, and the frequency became faster and faster, mixed with the rocket's angry curses.

A few minutes later, when Rocket grabbed the bomb on his belt and was about to set up a large explosive trap, a familiar voice sounded behind it.

"My name is Groot?"

Facing the inquiry from the tree man behind him, Rocket didn't raise his head, and said in a harsh tone:

"Are you blind? Of course I'm trying to kill her! I don't believe this hadron bomb can't kill her, eh? Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to dig the soil?"

Rocket raised his head and looked at his partner.

The tree man grinned at it with a simple and pure smile, it raised its left hand, and a small thing was handed to Rocket between the stretches of the vines.

Among the intertwined green vines was a silver metal ball the size of an adult's palm.

The surface of the ball is covered with hollowed-out patterns, and it still looks layer upon layer, quite like a work of art.

"My name is Groot."

The tree man pointed behind him and said something to the raccoon.

The next moment, the excited sound of the rocket sounded in the impact crater. It grabbed the ball sent by the tree man with both hands, and it screamed as if it was grabbing the whole world:

"You found it! My God! Groot, you did a great job! Our future is here! That happy future I love you so much!"

Like a real raccoon, Rocket quickly stepped on the vine and jumped onto Groot's shoulder.

It held the silver "cosmic spirit ball" in one hand, and kissed Groot fiercely on the cheek.

The tree man also kept a simple and honest smile, and turned a few times on the ground with the rocket screaming excitedly, as if he was dancing.

The excitement and joy of finding the treasure instantly dispelled the anxiety in Rocket's heart.

It left the badly injured woman behind.

Isn't she just a poor woman.

Well, well, let her lie here, if she can live, let her live.

"We should go, keeping this thing always feels like a long night and dreams."

Rocket carefully put the silver cosmic spirit ball into his waist pocket, jumped from the tree man's shoulder to the ground, carried his gun on his back, and walked towards the direction where they stored the shuttle.

As it walked, it shook its big black and white tail. It said to the tree man behind it:

"We'll go to Xandar and sell this thing, then we'll buy a newer ship."

"Go all the way to Earth and never go back to this goddamn, chaotic place. Those warlike Kree are crazy. Just after fighting the Skrulls, they are going to fight the Nova Corps. Really "

"Huh? Groot?"

The raccoon chattered a lot, but did not get a response from his good friend.

It instinctively felt that something was wrong, and it looked back

The kind-hearted tree figure Groot was half-kneeling beside the unconscious and seriously injured woman, with a gentle and compassionate expression on his face.

It held the woman's head with one hand and raised it with the other.

From Groot's finger made of vines, a thing like a wooden thorn protruded.

"No! Don't touch her!"

Rocket knew how dangerous the seriously injured woman was, but just as it screamed, the wooden thorn in Groot's hand pierced the unconscious woman's heart fiercely and precisely.

A wave of pale green energy visible to the naked eye followed Groot's arm made of vines and rushed into the woman's body.

The woman's blood-stained cheeks and her closed eyes also moved at this moment.

"Get off her! Groot!"

Sensing a great crisis, the raccoon pulled out the ray gun on its back and ran towards the impact crater, trying to save its friend from the dangerous person.

Groot, who was dazed, heard the raccoon's warning, and raised his head, with that naive smile still on his face.

In this frozen picture, the woman in its arms opened her eyes.

white, pupilless eyes

"bass"

Amidst the neighing of thousands of birds and the sound of waving weapons, a golden flame, or sword light

Gone in a flash.

Like a sudden lightning bolt, it filled every inch of space in front of Groot and Rocket.

Danger

Super dangerous!

Extremely, extremely dangerous!

The danger of waking up from your sweetest dreams, shaking, hair standing on end, and even wetting the bed

Ahhhh, this woman!

No, all women! Sure enough, they are all troublemakers!

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Ten minutes later, in the raccoon's shuttle.

Rocket Raccoon with a bandage on his arm was sullen, checking the data of the shuttle, preparing to leave this damn world.

It's pretty miserable.

It looked as if it had just been taken out of the oven, two-thirds of the black and white fur on its body had been scorched, and even the precious beard had been scorched.

Behind it, the tree man sat pitifully on his chair.

Groot lowered his head, with the expression of a brat who has done something wrong and repented.

Treants are also in bad shape

Its arms were missing, as if they had been perfectly severed at the shoulders by a sharp weapon.

But fortunately, it is a herbaceous life, as long as the vitality is still there, the severed arms will always grow back, and the speed is very fast.

In fact, it wasn't just the arms that had been cut off by the tree man, but the half of its body had recovered within ten minutes.

It raised its head and took a sneak peek at Rocket. After seeing Rocket's gloomy face, it quickly lowered its head again.

Well, it caused all the trouble this time.

Groot is smart too, he knows he's got the Rockets in trouble.

big trouble

"Aren't there any clothes for women here?"

A hoarse voice came into Rocket's ears along with the sound of the cabin door opening.

The burned bald raccoon turned his head and saw a naked woman. Her orange-red hair was still stained with water droplets. It was obvious that she had just finished bathing.

She just showed her body in front of the raccoon and the tree man so openly, with a perfect body, a well-developed upper body, healthy wheat-colored skin, and red battle lines like flying wings on her face.

The body was covered with all kinds of wounds, and the healed wounds stubbornly left scars, but those scars did not destroy the perfection of this god-given body.

Not ugly.

On the contrary, it also added a trace of indescribable heroism to this body.

The mysterious woman who was awakened by Groot put her hands on her hips, she didn't care about Rocket Raccoon's look, she said in a hoarse voice:

"Male rabbit, what do I ask you, are there no women's clothes here?"

"You can wear your armor."

Rocket is not the kind of guy who can't walk when he sees a woman. Besides, this little guy still has resentment in his heart.

Just now, just now, it was almost cut to pieces by this woman with that flaming knife

Just a little bit.

"I like my battle armor, it is a status symbol, and only the best hunters are worthy of it."

The woman paid no heed to the resentment in Rocket's voice, and said:

"But when I'm not fighting, I'm also looking for some more gentle enjoyment, a loose robe, or if I'm just naked, I don't care."

"ah!"

Rocket reached out and patted his face, it said:

"There are clothes left by Mandy in the cabinet, you can use them."

"Thanks, bunny."

The woman let out a melodious laugh, she turned around and opened Rocket's locker, and rummaged through the strange clothes in it.

"Where I come from, equal transactions are respected, and there must be rewards for giving, and repayment for favors."

The woman took out a long black dress, looked at it in front of her eyes, and then shook her head critically.

While looking for clothes, she said to Rocket:

"You saved me in this deserted place, I will give you two lives back, this is my promise, oh, yes, my name is Angela, the best hunter in the kingdom of angels."

"I don't want you to pay anything back."

The rocket sat on its own bridge, and it held the joystick. With the slight shaking and vibration, the small shuttle flew up from the hiding place, circled the ground, and rushed towards the hazy sky of the world.

It said to the woman in the cabin behind it without looking back:

"We will put you on Xandar, and then you will have nothing to do with us. Everyone will go their own way. I have no interest in your past, so don't rely on us."

"I don't want to get myself into trouble."

"Tsk tsk."

Behind the rocket, Angela found a white loose shirt and denim shorts. She changed and sat on the seat.

she says:

"I like such a free and easy way of life. It seems that you are a smart little rabbit."

"Enough! I'm not a rabbit, I'm a raccoon"

Rocket gritted his teeth and said:

"We can't offend you, we can't beat you, but don't underestimate us, Groot and I also have powerful friends and there are more than one!"

Angela shrugged, she obviously didn't care what Rocket said.

Looking at the shrinking world behind her, the eccentric woman said:

"I have no malice towards you two. In fact, I still want to hire you and send me home. I will pay you."

"Hush!"

As soon as Angela finished speaking, Rocket suddenly made a silent movement.

The raccoon turned on the radar of the shuttle, and in the next second, several conspicuous red dots appeared on the radar, and the rocket's expression became very ugly. It said:

"Why did the Cree fleet suddenly appear here? And it's moving fast in this direction, are they coming towards us?"

"Kree?"

Angela blinked her white eyes, and she asked:

"Is it troublesome?"

"Super troublesome!"

Rocket touched his leather bag containing the cosmic spirit ball, and said:

"A group of megalomaniacs, militants, the source of chaos in this area of ​​stars, but they are very capable of fighting, and it is not a good experience to be stared at by them."

"Well"

Angela stood up suddenly, lying on the back of Rocket's seat, she reached out and touched Rocket's ear, she said:

"So, you're in trouble, aren't you?"

"Well, I'll help you solve your troubles, and then you send me home, how about it? Fair trade"

"Um?"

Rocket raised his head and looked at Angela, it said:

"I know you are very good at fighting, from the sword just now, but you are injured, can you deal with a battleship, or even a fleet?"

"Of course not! Little Rabbit."

Angela covered her mouth and yawned, she couldn't lift her spirits and said:

"I need enough rest to recover my fighting power. Let's go back to the world just now. It only takes a few days. When I'm done resting, we'll go home!"

The huntress said confidently to the rocket:

"I am Angela, the chief hunter of the kingdom of angels! There is still a lover in my family waiting for me to go back. Nothing can separate her from me."

"It's just a fleet."