Some Unscientific Marvel Scientist

"Now, tell me where the Death Herald is now!"

Gamora ignored the other drinkers who were screaming and running away or making noises to watch the fun. She pressed the long knife in her hand and asked sternly.

"Hey, don't be so excited..."

Peter Quill continued to tilt his neck back, raised his hands and softly comforted him.

"My neck is very fragile."

"Stop talking nonsense! The Death Vanguard is about to..."

Gamora was only halfway through her words when she saw Peter Quill suddenly turned his head and closed his eyes, and an inconspicuous gadget was exposed under the thumb of his raised palm, and it was showing At this moment, a dazzling white light lit up.

"what!!!"

Gamora, who was dodged, let out a scream together with the other people watching behind her.

Covering her tearful eyes with her free hand, Gamora waved her other hand holding the knife and slashed towards Peter Quill's position.

At this time, Star-Lord had already quickly distanced himself from Gamora by sliding backwards, then turned around and ran out of the bar.

As he ran, he grinned and waved his hands. The flash bomb just now was not meant to be released at close range. Although it was not very lethal, it still burned his palms red.

When Gamora regained her sight, Peter Quill had already escaped from the bar and ran to his Milano.

"Don't want to run!"

Gamora spread her legs and quickly chased after Peter Quill.

Although Gamora is a woman, she has been trained and modified by Thanos since she was a child, and her physical fitness is much higher than that of Peter Quill. Unless Star-Lord can develop his own genes belonging to Ego, otherwise He is not much different from ordinary humans.

So it didn't take long for Gamora to catch up with Peter Quill, but Star-Lord was not a vegetarian after being in the Predator team for so long. He had long been paying attention to this green-skinned girl who wanted to force him. Case.

When Gamora pounced on Peter Quill from behind, he immediately activated the propellers installed on his feet. While avoiding Gamora's pounce, he jumped directly to the roof of the building next to him.

"Try this! RUA!"

Star-Lord took out a small ball from his pocket and threw it downwards.

"Bam—!"

The small ball exploded, and a large amount of gray-white gas spread rapidly, filling the entire street below. Taking advantage of Gamora being shrouded in smoke bombs, Star-Lord began to escape again.

Unexpectedly, Gamora squatted down in the smoke, kicked the ground hard with her legs, and jumped out of the smoke. With the same jumping power as Star-Lord who used the jet, he also landed on the same roof. superior.

"Are you still planning to run?"

At this time, the long knife in Gamora's hand has been replaced by a pistol, pointing at Peter Quill, who is making a preparation to run.

"Shocked! How did you jump up?!" Star-Lord raised his hands again helplessly, "This is too unreasonable."

Of course I have seen the alien Star-Lord who jumps several stories high, but Gamora's race is not difficult to recognize. Although the Zehouberry people are brave and good at fighting, they do not have such good physical fitness.

But after thinking about little Arale, Mr. Star-Lord had to admit that people’s physiques are different...

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Gamora didn't want to fall into Star-Lord's hands anymore, so she pulled the trigger directly, electrocuting him to the ground, then took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed his hands together behind his back.

"If you still plan to escape, the next time you shoot out will not be an electric shock bomb."

Gamora put the muzzle of her gun to the back of Peter Quill's head and said viciously.

"Actually, I didn't tell you because it was for your own good..."

After being captured, Star-Lord sighed and said that he had never worried about what would happen to Kraft due to Gamora from the beginning, but he did not dare to reveal their information easily.

Because these two little girls, Arale and Angela, don’t seem like people who can reason well... I hope Kraft can understand me...

Compared with being troubled by two little girls later, his life is more important now. Peter Quill is not an idiot who doesn't know how to adapt. In this situation, he can only obey first.

"I really don't know where they are now, but I have their contact information."

Peter Quill, who was pressed to the ground, turned his head as much as possible, looked at Gamora who was pressing on his back and said.

"So, do you want to let me go first so that I can help you contact them?"

"Stop playing tricks!"

Gamora pondered for a moment, stood up from Star-Lord, released the handcuffs on his hands, and continued to point the gun at his head.

"If you dare to do anything unnecessary, I will pull the trigger immediately."

"Don't worry, I don't want to die yet."

In order not to irritate Gamora, Star-Lord slowed down his movements and slowly got up from the ground. After stretching his aching body, he took out his communicator.

"Let me ask first, what do you want to do with them?"

"This has nothing to do with you! You just need to help me find out their location!"

Gamora didn't want to talk too much with Star-Lord, so she urged him sternly.

"Good good..."

Peter Quill shrugged, and then started to contact Kraft with the communicator in his hand.

"Star-Lord? What's going on?"

Kraft, who was doing the final work on Arale, was a little surprised when he received the message from Star-Lord.

"Oh, um..." Peter Quill considered it for a moment and said, "I just haven't heard any news from you recently, so I wanted to ask where you are and if there was any accident."

"Thank you for your concern. We just returned to the base to rest recently."

Kraft didn't doubt Star-Lord's thoughts at all. Instead, he thought he was quite a good person. Kraft himself didn't pay much attention to Star-Lord, a fellow countryman, but after thinking about Star-Lord's experience, he would attach great importance to the earth. It seems reasonable, fellow fellow?

"Well...then...how is Egg? You must not let him escape."

Star-Lord hesitated for a moment, and then asked about Ego's situation. Although personally, he actually wanted to kill the guy who was his father by blood, but he killed his mother.

But no matter what, Egg was defeated by Kraft and the others. He was a prisoner and trophy belonging to the Death Vanguard. He was a guy who didn't contribute much and couldn't say much.

After all, without Kraft and Arale, Yondu would have died at the hands of Ego, and he would have turned into an energy battery. The most important thing is that Arale was still present at the time, and Star-Lord would not dare to What are the different opinions.

"Don't worry, I have locked him up in our base. He can't escape."

There is nothing wrong with Kraft's statement. Egg's core is placed on Arale. Although he can now condense a body with energy, he cannot leave without Kraft's consent.

If Ego dares to leave his core, he will be destroyed, so Arare Star is a huge cage for Ego.

"Well, what..."

Seeing that Gamora kept winking at him to quickly ask Kraft about their location, Peter Quill had no choice but to change the subject a little stiffly.

"I'm very interested in your base. Can I go and visit it?"

"Okay, where are you now? I'll pick you up."

Kraft still had no doubts and agreed.

After glancing at Gamora and seeing her gently nodding, Star-Lord replied: "I'm on Contrasha."

"OK, you may have to wait there for a while. I don't know how long it will take now."

"No problem, I have a lot of free time now."

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun in Gamora's hand, Peter Quill replied helplessly, and then ended the communication.

"Okay, now we just wait for them to come over."

Star-Lord shrugged at Gamora, sat down somewhere casually, put on his headphones and started listening to music on his antique Walkman.