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After walking out of the room, everyone returned to their own rooms.

Star-Lord sat on the bed in his room, thinking of Ye Sheng's last meaningful look, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his back.

I couldn't help but cover my face and curse secretly, why does the boss always target me?Does he have a problem with me?Is he jealous that I am more stylish than him?

There was no talking all night, and the next day was when everyone completed the task.

Rocket was lying on top of Groot's head at this time, thinking about how to choose gifts for everyone, while driving the Groot mecha on the street.

"Groot, what do you want to give them? I don't know what they like? I'm embarrassed to say this."

Thinking of Drax, it was even more difficult to deal with.

"I'm Groot."

"What? Are you ready? So soon! What are you going to give them?"

Rocket asked curiously.

"I'm Groot."

"So it's this thing... But are you sure they will like it?" After Rocket heard this, he was not surprised by Groot's choice. After all, the Flora Colossus clan's minds are relatively simple.

And, the main problem is - Groot has no money.

Basically all the money of their combination is managed by Rocket, and Groot usually has nothing to spend money on.

What's more, the Rockets have no money now.

All his money had been used to replenish his ammunition arsenal, and he was basically a pauper.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t have targeted Star-Lord, a little bastard, on Xandar.

"Oh, it's good to be simple-minded again. It's really worrying me to death."

"I am Groot!" Groot said dissatisfied.

"Ah, yes, yes, you are not simple-minded, you are just more practical."

He didn't argue with Groot, because he knew that there would be no result in arguing, so he continued to think about what to give these guys.

"That guy Star-Lord is probably about the same as me, and his driving skills are not bad either. His favorite thing is probably his little broken ship. Then why not give him... how about changing the paint of his spaceship?"

"I'm Groot." Groot nodded in agreement.

"As for Gamora and Drax, one is a killer and the other only thinks about revenge. Then give me some weapons that I modified myself."

"I'm Groot."

"Yeah, not bad. I'm such a genius."

Rocket is very satisfied with his idea.

"Weapons and everything are ready-made, they just need to be debugged. The focus is on the painting of Quell's spaceship, which is more troublesome. Let's go! Groot, we only have one day, we have to hurry up."

With that said, Rocket drove the Groot mecha towards where the spacecraft was docked.

"I am Groot" ("Why do you bring me with you when you give gifts...")

The bear and the tree slowly disappeared into the crowd on the street corner.

Star-Lord had just woken up from the bed by the pain of his own face. Thinking of the task assigned by Ye Sheng, he couldn't help but feel a headache.

"This guy Drax...well...he has been naked from the waist up, and it's not good to have to fight when the time comes. Why not give him a suit?"

"Rocket probably likes to use various weapons the most, why not give him some of the latest weapon modules? But those things are quite expensive!" Star-Lord thought for a moment and thought of a way, "But when have I ever spent money on anything? Even when I pick up girls, she spends her money to support me!"

"Groot...what does this plant usually like? I remember when I was a kid, I planted small trees on the earth and liked to add a little chemical fertilizer to make them grow better. I don't know if Groot would like it. . The stores around here should have something similar, right? If not, I’ll get him one myself!"

"Lastly... there's Gamora, suck it up." Star-Lord swallowed his saliva and continued, "Such a beautiful woman has been a killer for so many years. Of course, what she needs most is a warm and generous embrace that can comfort her. !Leave this task to me!”

"Hahaha, I'm such a genius."

After going through everything, Star-Lord began his own actions.

In a place like this, it's not hard to find a store selling weapons.

Not long after, Star-Lord found an equipment store called "Fuck One Shot".

After walking around a lot, he randomly found a hat, covered his face, and walked in.

"What do you want, little man?"

The space in the store is larger than expected, and behind the front desk facing the door is the store owner.

Star-Lord faced the boss, who was almost three meters tall and as bloated as if he had been filled with water, and smiled what he thought was a kind smile.

"I need some weapons."

"Then you've come to the right place! My store is the best and most complete here. If you're not satisfied here, you won't be able to find what you want in the entire unknown land."

The shop owner said confidently.

"Really? That'd be great! I need some big-caliber ones, preferably ones that can blow that damn crow's ass into bloom in one shot!"

"Then I think this is what you need!"

Although the shop owner didn't know what a crow was or why this person was so interested in a crow's butt, he knew that he had met a big customer, so he quickly turned around and took the biggest one on the wall. Come down.

While the boss was turning around, Star-Lord quickly scanned the various equipment on the surrounding walls and secretly determined his target and escape route.

"Here, I think you'll be satisfied with this!" The boss put the big gun on the counter and motioned for Star-Lord to come up and take a look.

"Oh, this is Kerry's latest Ruixing 3 model. Can you get this thing?"

Star-Lord looked at the things on the counter and couldn't help but look curious. This is indeed a good thing!

The shop owner looked proud: "Of course, as long as you want something good enough, I can find it here!"

"Then can I try to see my power? Don't be just a show-off!"

"No problem, but you have to be careful! There are all dangerous goods here. Maybe we will all tell you."

"Don't worry, I'm a weapons expert!"

With that said, Star-Lord picked up the Sharp Star 3.

The forms of Kree and Earthlings are similar, so Star-Lord still feels comfortable picking up this weapon.

But for the sake of the plan, he was going to start performing.

"No, why is this thing so heavy!"

Star-Lord pretended to be exhausted and staggered, but his gun was always pointed at the shop owner.

"Damn it, you've got to take this thing away."

When the shop owner saw this, he dodged left and right, but the gun seemed to be aiming at itself, and it was always aimed at three inches below his navel.

"No, no, no! I can't hold it anymore!"

Seeing that it was almost done, Star-Lord secretly pulled the trigger, the weapon lit up and began to charge.

"Holy shit, shit! Don't move there! Why is this so powerful?" The shop owner became even more panicked.

Although it didn't feel right, I couldn't care less about my life.

Boom, a thick energy beam shot out from the muzzle.