Chapter 317

"You know what? I've escaped from prison 22 times. It's just a piece of cake." the little raccoon said proudly.

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

"Isn't it easy to think about it? Even if the mission fails, you two are still in my sight. I'm determined to get the reward issued by the destroyer," the little raccoon bared his teeth.

"I see. I really didn't expect the civilized planet in the universe to be such an idiot in terms of law. And Peter Quayle, your nickname is really rotten. I'm a real God domain jazz."

"Well, Wesley, it's no use even if you're really here, isn't it?" Peter Quayle said indifferently.

The party was led forward, but when they passed the storage room, Peter Quayle saw someone listening to his walkman. In a rage, he rushed in directly and was severely cleaned up.

The most unbearable thing for Wesley was that the disinfection measures in the prison turned out to be a red liquid. After being washed, his skin turned red. He took out clean water in the dressing room and washed himself again. Only then did he put on the prisoner's yellow prison uniform.

Then Peter Quayle and the little raccoon came in. Wesley saw the metal foreign bodies behind the little raccoon. They were embedded in the body, which was caused by the experiment. Wesley reached out and touched it.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the little raccoon bared his teeth and roared, as if he wanted to go up and bite Wesley.

"It's a crime. Maybe I can help you get rid of them," Wesley said gently.

"No, I'll be paralyzed if I take them off." the little raccoon was listless.

"Not necessarily, my means are not what you can understand. After leaving here, I'll take it off for you to make your fur more shiny. How about it?" Wesley smiled and looked at the little raccoon. The little guy was actually very cute, but the experience was too tragic. The name was actually a number, and the rocket was taken by itself.

"Do you want me to take you away and give up catching you?" the big eyes of the little raccoon turned.

"No, you'll see when you leave. I came here to avoid a direct conflict with Chaida. At the same time, I also want to organize you to become a space team on earth. I also need the manufacturing method of Destroyer spacecraft and the molecular mechanism that collects elements in the universe. The more kinds, the better."

"How much you ask?" the big eyes of the little raccoon turned again.

Peter Quayle interrupted and asked, "can you really take us away? How many earth weapons do you have left?"

"You're armed. I didn't see it. The skills of chaidaxing people can't be missed, and you can see it at a glance now." the little raccoon looked at Wesley in surprise.

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

Then the party officially entered the prison, but something flew over in an instant. Wesley turned his head and hid, and then looked around.

"I'll find it first, KAMORA. You're dead."

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

... there was a lot of noise. Many people around were shouting. They were crazy and angry. Wesley looked back at KAMORA in surprise.

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

Peter quill asked piteously, "the guards here will protect her, won't they?"

"No, they just prevent us from running away. They don't care about things inside, and they like to have fun."

"No matter how miserable it is, it will not be compared with my past experience." Carmela was strong, even though she was afraid, she still said so, and Wesley admired her.

Just then, a big man came over. His huge body looked very bloated and completely different from human shape. Wesley knew this bridge section, but the fool came to Wesley.

"When new goods arrive, I'll spread jam all over your body." the other party stretched out a huge palm to put it on Wesley's face, but he obviously chose the wrong object.

Before the other party finished or his palm touched here, Wesley directly kicked on the other party's big stomach, and the "bang" sound was silent, but the impact was huge. The huge aliens were kicked out, bumped into countless prisoners all the way, and finally hit the prison fence. Peter Quayle and others looked at Wesley in surprise.

Wesley took back his legs, then looked around the prison for a week and said, "listen, everyone, don't try to provoke us, otherwise the end will be the same as this fool, or you can come up and try. I don't mind playing some boring time."

It's frightening. When someone comes to the door, he naturally wants to take advantage of it, and Wesley doesn't show any mercy. The fool's speech is really disgusting, and it's just right to stand there. Wesley can't help but use his best. He won't care about life or death.

No one answered. Wesley turned and walked forward to choose a single cell for himself. He would not be crowded with others. The smell here was not very good.

The people who wanted to vent their anger against Carmela hesitated. They came in together and didn't know whether Wesley was covering Carmela.

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

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

"Hey, you really don't know what to do. Do such women have ideas?" the little raccoon despised Peter.

The tree man said, "I'm Groot."

KAMORA looked at Wesley and asked, "why do you want to help me? You can make it clear just now."

"Don't worry, my aesthetic view doesn't have the slightest interest in green 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." Wesley wanted to solve the problem is mieba. As mieba's adoptive daughter, KAMORA undoubtedly knows more, Wesley didn't know anything about the strength of killing hegemony, which was his biggest worry.