Osborne Megacorp

When Dr. Otto and Peter broke into the bar, the place was already in full chaos.

I don’t know who took advantage of the chaos to steal something in the first place. The small riot soon evolved into a large-scale riot against the background of the invasion of the undead army. Looking at the chaotic bar, the two of them felt a little embarrassed.

Those outlaws all carry firearms with them, and this place has become a gun battle uniform.

At this time, Caesar who was following him was shouting and beating his chest, and walked up to Peter, looking a little impatient.

After translation through the terminal on his arm, what the gorilla wanted to say was:

Why was he missing from such a big fight?

"Hmm... What's so special about them?" Otto asked. Although they are both researchers, his and Peter's research directions are slightly different. He actually doesn't know exactly why these animals behave like this. On the ship, just know that they are smart.

Peter raised his eyebrows when he saw this: "Okay... Number MA-T5, name Caesar, one of the mammalian subjects of the animal intelligence experiment, now remove your neurological restrictions and start working."

The orangutan, who was already over two meters tall, suddenly grew a lot taller. His already thick arms expanded further, and various implants that inhibited the production of neurotransmitters and hormones began to change their working mode--

"Roar!"

Caesar's body suddenly expanded a lot, and he rushed into the chaotic bar. With one slap, he cleared away the aliens blocking the way. The terrifying power made the entire bar tremble.

"This is a biological weapon..." Otto was stunned.

"It's the Monster Force--Caesar is actually a registered employee of the Osborne Group and is affiliated with the internal security department, responsible for the safety of this scientific research ship."

As he spoke, the black-footed cat Carlo nuzzled Peter.

"So this little kitten too?"

"No. MA-A1, Carlo... Okay, switch the limiter to non-lethal mode." Peter spread his hands, "Don't underestimate them, doctor, they are cloned creatures - from another perspective, they are still embryos At that time, the company was genetically improving them.”

Carlo's body size has not expanded, but the claws on his feet have become longer.

Not only genetic modification, animal body enhancement also includes prosthetic body implantation and individual enhancement such as bone replacement. These "little animals" are truly inhuman troops.

The two members of the monster army immediately turned the bar upside down. Caesar's skin was extremely hard and could not be broken by ordinary firearms; while Carlo was extremely flexible, like an assassin hiding in the shadows.

A guy with a jetpack behind him was so frightened that his face was deformed when he saw this scene. He squirted out the jetpack to avoid Caesar's swing, and stumbled away towards the window.

However, he was stopped by Carlo before he could fly out for long. His sharp claws made a gash on the back of the jetpack, and the poor guy hit the wall with a bang.

Caesar patted his chest dissatisfied, looked at the half-destroyed jetpack on the ground, then looked at Carlo, who looked like the wind, and scratched his head.

"How many such...employees are there?" Otto asked.

"Not many. I know of three more orangutans. The other two are younger, not as lively as Caesar, and their development direction is different - I heard that one even has specialized intelligence."

Ignoring the situation in the bar, the two went directly to the backstage of the bar - it was unrealistic to find the information dealer in this situation, and they had to do it themselves.

The console in front of me was quite messy, with dense wiring hanging out, and there were at least hundreds of buttons on the panel.

"It's up to you, doctor." Peter said he couldn't understand these alien technologies.

Otto said nothing, put on the scanning goggles, and a data knife stretched out from his claws and inserted directly into the console.

Merely alien technology.

After a while of tinkering, the machine started to operate. Otto excitedly waved his fist: "Success!"

But before Peter could say anything, sparks erupted from the machine and lightning flashed. It looked like the machine was overloaded...

Otto looked shocked: He just sent some data and hadn't started real-time communication yet. Did the machine explode?

Seeing the embarrassment on Dr. Otto's face, Peter made peace: "Uh... Doctor, after all, this is your first time coming into contact with this thing. You are already very powerful."

.....

The two walked out of the backstage. The bar had been cleared, wailing was everywhere, and all the fighting personnel had been disarmed.

Carlo was cleaning his paws and Caesar was fiddling with the broken jetpack.

The battle outside has also ended. It can be seen that Star-Lord and the others had a fierce battle with the undead army. The buildings in the mining area were already broken, but now they are even more broken.

Just outside the bar, Drax was sitting on the ground, still covered in thick yellow unknown liquid, with a dazed expression. Groot stood aside, as if waiting for him to catch his breath.

This doesn't look like winning.

The ground was littered with scattered spacecraft wreckage and ruins, and Otto's robotic arm grabbed a few boards to analyze the materials.

He immediately frowned at this analysis: Difan Group's mining machines are pretty good, but these military materials called Necromancers are actually much worse than the materials used in engineering mining machines?

This is why Otto didn't see the dogfight between Rocket and the Necromancer - the engineering mining machine hit the Necromancer head-on, but nothing happened to him.

If he were to see that scene, he would probably doubt his life.

boom!

An engineering ship landed nearby, and Rocket climbed off the ship cursing: "A bunch of heartless idiots, a bunch of idiots!

Quill actually volunteered to be captured by the sweepers, and you actually thought you could defeat an army - but in the end it was these earthlings who were the most normal! "

When Drax heard this, he had mixed feelings in his heart. He was filled with anger, thinking that he could avenge his wife and daughter, so he did not hesitate to invite the undead army.

However, the other party didn't remember this at all, and defeated him easily. Looking around... everyone was involved, but he still had nothing.

"You are right, I am beyond stupid... Anger, hatred, these things... are just to cover up my loss."

This strong man looked quite haggard at this time. Compared with the image of the boss in the prison, he looked completely different. Most people present could notice this.

Peter was about to say a few words to comfort this strong man, but he heard Rocket mocking him in a very disdainful and ridiculing tone:

"Oh, no, no, no, my wife and kids are dead--"

Including Groot, the tree man, everyone here took a breath of air: This is too fierce. Isn't this the time to build friendship by following the guidance?This is how movies are shot!

"Don't tell me that my words are unpleasant. Tell me who's family has never had a death! There's no need to drag the living people in for burial!"

These words left Drax unable to refute and could only remain silent.

After saying that, Rocket pulled down his two ears: "Let's go, Ronan has snatched the original stone. Our only way now is to run to the other side of the universe as fast as possible - because this is the only way, and only this way, Only then can we live out our lives before that guy puts the war through!"

After saying that, he looked at the four people on Earth again: "Telan Star is good."

But those present clearly had different views.

"I'm Groot."

"We have to save Star-Lord and the orb."

Groot and Peter looked at each other after speaking.

"I mean, we wouldn't leave our friends alone, would we?"

"I'm Groot."

"Count me in." Drax also stood up, knowing that this was his responsibility.

Regarding this, the Rockets were extremely crazy: He obviously just wanted to do something big, but in the end he got into this kind of thing?

Money, friends, life...

While thinking about it, the raccoon kicked the turf on the ground crazily and shouted through gritted teeth:

"You--! If you have to, force me! Kick this piece of turf--right!!"