People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

A chaotic place, if it looks weak and has money, is no different than a magnet for criminals.

As soon as Mike and Daisy walked to a remote place, the three teams instantly separated from the crowd and followed them.

There are eight people in the leading team, various alien planets in the shape of killing animals. The leader is a man who looks like an orangutan, with powerful limbs and carrying a big gun.

Resistance...suffices to show how huge this gun is.The huge black muzzle seemed to silently state this fact.

The orangutan suddenly turned his head, grinned at the other two teams, and said: "We, the Galaxy Reavers, want these two fat sheep. Give them a face... If you have any opinions, feel free to raise them. If you agree to one, I will lose."

The gun was pointed forward.

No one doubted the orangutan's determination to shoot, and no one wanted to test the power of the weapon with a thigh-thick muzzle.

The leaders of the two teams stopped and waved their hands to signal the men behind them not to move forward.

The orangutan smiled ferociously and glanced at the two teams with disdain.

tui~

He spat and said to his subordinates: "What did the boss say? Face cannot rely on charity from others, it depends on strength. Do you understand?"

The seven subordinates were laughing and chattering, saying "yes", "right", and "the boss is wise" in a random manner, and the flattery was really rough.

The orangutan man led his men in pursuit of Mike and Daisy.

The two teams chasing after them, no matter the manpower, firepower, or backing behind the scenes, could not compare with the orangutans. They were obviously unwilling to give up, but they did not dare to force themselves.

Halfway through the cigarette, the leader of one of the teams got a cockscomb hairstyle. He said bitterly: "You're so bully. I can't stand it. I'm just a dead man at most. My brother is cute. If you have the guts, follow me."

His men responded with a bang.

magnificent.

Six people gave chase.

The final team consisted of five people. The leader was an octopus man with blue skin, six hands, and six guns on his waist.

The octopus man said: "I'm pretending to be nima, and it's very heroic...two fat sheep, eight predators, can't you do it in ten seconds? In half a cigarette, chase after me and get lonely?"

The cockscomb head had oil paint on his face and a camouflage uniform. In addition to a gun, he also carried a long knife.He felt that the predators should have been dealt with long ago, and chasing after them was just for the morale of the team and his own prestige.

The leader of a group of villains is either smart or has a high force value.

Cockscomb head does have some brains.

There was a corner ahead, and Cockscomb Head slowed down to avoid being ambushed.

After turning the corner, Cockscomb suddenly braked hard.

The younger brother in the back immediately fell on his back and spit out the fragrance habitually.

The cockscomb head was silent for a moment and turned around.

Snapped!Snapped!

The cockscomb slapped the faces of the two boys who scolded the most fiercely, and said seriously: "Can you have some quality? This is a public place. Do you know what a public place is? I don't know... It doesn't matter. Let's go home immediately. Learn and I will teach you until you know how to do it!"

"Eh, wait."

A gentle voice sounded in his ears from behind, and Cockscomb's body froze.

"You're here now, there's no need to leave in a hurry."

The gentle voice continued.

Cockscomb Head felt... so cold.

As the leader, he charged forward, so he was the first to see the scene that shocked him——

The two people, who were regarded as fat sheep, looked leisurely. Among them, the young man in white clothes was holding a bag of snacks.

The team of predators who were the first to pursue them lined up, kneeling on the ground, with their hands clenched and raised high.The head of the leader, the orangutan man, was so swollen that he was probably unrecognizable even to his mother.

The young woman was rubbing the ears of the leopard girl in the predator, and said excitedly: "Mike, Mike! Real ears, fluffy, and a tail..."

Daisy has also cosplayed as Leopard Girl, Catwoman, and Fox, and she is very good at playing.But how can the fake ears and the inserted tail be as fun as the real tail? !

What Daisy doesn't know is that in many intelligent races where cats have evolved, ears and tails are not only sensitive, but also very private parts.

At this time, Leopard Girl's face was so red that she was almost bleeding, and her kneeling legs were shaking and clamped.

This leopard girl... something is very wrong...

"I said we were just lost, do you believe it?"

Cockscomb heads are very discerning.

The Predator team is stronger than them, and is at least two levels stronger. It is impossible for them to completely give up the fat sheep.

However, the team of predators who were so much stronger than them didn't seem to even have a chance to shoot?

In this case, wouldn't it be reasonable to act stupid and give in?

"What do you think?" Mike smiled.

"Can you give me a way to survive?"

"Of course." Mike pointed to the predators kneeling in a row, "The way to survive is right there."

Cockscomb Head was silent.

hesitate.

In the end, I still had a luck mentality.

What kind of interstellar villain can you capture without restraint? !

Give it a try...what if? !

Cockscomb head draws the knife.

Invisibility is his racial talent.

The figure flashed and disappeared.

His men drew their guns.

next moment.

A bright blade appeared on top of Mike's head, followed by a cockscomb.

But an invisible wall blocked his knife.

Can't make any progress.

And his men discovered that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't pull the trigger.

Cockscomb Head suddenly took a step back.Seeing a bag on the ground containing the weapons of the looters, he consciously took out long knives, pistols, grenades, and even a dagger hidden in his calf.

The cockscomb head turned around and scolded his subordinates: "Don't you understand how to be more conscious? Hurry!"

Then he asked Mike flatteringly: "This... boss, is this okay?"

Mike nodded, pointing at the predator.

"okay."

Cockscomb ran over numbly and knelt down without any psychological pressure.

Mike sighed in his heart: "The pressure of survival for interstellar criminals is really great."

Feelings of emotion, but Mike was not sympathetic at all.

Mike not only confiscated their weapons and other valuables, but also transferred their credits.

"Why are you so skilled at operating it?"

Daisy was quite puzzled.

"Practice makes perfect."

Mike said modestly.

If it were Stark, he would probably complain. Is this something that should be modest?

When I was short of money in the past, I would go to Hell's Kitchen to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger to support my family.When he went to the parallel world, there were also gangsters who provided financial and material support for his journey through time.

Star Trek is still the same formula...these villains are really heart-wrenching little cuties sometimes.

After a while, the third team, the team led by Octopus Man, felt something was wrong and brought their men over to find out.

curiosity kills the cat.

Same process.

Mike finally flicked the black credit card: "I'm so poor."

The main reason is that the competition for survival among interstellar villains is greater than that of gangsters on Earth. At least there are laws on Earth to protect gangsters, but there is no such thing in the universe.Most people think that there is no tomorrow, and of course it depends on how much money you have.

Finally, Mike carried a big bag and returned to the market with Daisy.

There was an uproar.

Especially Cook, who had previously sold to Mike Diamond.

He saw with his own eyes that Mike and Daisy left the trading area and walked to a remote place.

"Two chicks who have not been beaten by society are finished now."

Cook sighed.I just sighed that he didn't dare to meddle in others' business.