After a long and boring journey through space, the transport ship finally reached the outskirts of the prison.
When everyone saw the numerous floating turrets and small fighter jets around them, one of them immediately couldn't help but yelled, "Damn it! This is Tusael Prison, which is known as the most tightly defended! No wonder they offer such a high price!"
"Tusael Prison? Is it famous?" Allen showed a confused expression.
Obviously, his understanding of the vast universe is quite limited, not even as good as Sakura's, and his eyesight is completely blank.
After all, trying to figure out a universe with billions of civilizations and races based on what is shown in the movie is simply a fool's errand.
Apart from anything else, just finding the corresponding planet in the star map is a very time-consuming and labor-intensive task.
Especially when the name of the planet is unknown, even if there is artificial intelligence assistance, it will be useless.
Because of this, Allen decisively gave up taking the spaceship, and instead used the power of Space Stone to go to Xandar alone.
"You don't even know Tusael Prison?" Another prize winner Gold Hunter next to him showed an extremely surprised expression.
In contrast, the leader of Kree squad kindly explained, "Tusael Prison, also known as Hell Corridor, is one of the most notorious prisons in the entire universe.
It itself was originally affiliated with Tusael Planet and was originally used only to hold felons.
But later, as the planet was captured by the crazy Titans Thanos and slaughtered half of the population, it fell into complete chaos.
The prison is also controlled by a guy named Morak.
In order to maintain his brutal rule and make money, this man began to accept dangerous criminals from various planets and civilizations, and then threw them in prison to fend for themselves.
Every time you accept one, you can get a lot of benefits.
So far, no one has been able to come out alive. "
"Not only that! Have you seen the floating turrets and small fighter jets around? They are all controlled by prisoners in the prison. And these prisoners are forcibly implanted with micro bombs that can be detonated at any time. If anyone dares to do nothing, Morak will immediately blow it to pieces through the control device. So these people are very crazy in fighting, and even Kree is not willing to provoke it." A mercenary stood up and added.
It is easy to see from the frightened expressions on these people's faces that Tusael Prison indeed has a reputation for being vicious.
So much so that many timid guys began to give up.
After all, only by surviving can Gold Hunter and the mercenaries get their share of the money and enjoy a life of drunkenness and dreams.
It would be a little better if there is a team, at least the companions can help collect their own money afterwards.
But if there is no companion, the employer does not even need to pay.
Seeing the chaos and commotion in the cabin, the fish-headed alien's face suddenly became very ugly.
Just when he was about to step forward and control the chaotic situation, Allen suddenly raised his arm and punched the solid alloy wall of the cabin.
Bang!
With a loud noise, the alloy plate that was two fingers thick suddenly fell down, leaving an extremely clear punch mark.
moment!
Everyone subconsciously closed their mouths.
Others quickly picked up weapons to protect themselves.
Looking at this group of standard "rabble", Allen scolded with disdain, "When you see the benefits, you want to go up and take a bite, but when you see the difficulties, you want to hide away? Your performance really disappointed me! In my opinion, whether you are a mercenary or a rewarder Gold Hunter, everyone should have a minimum bottom line, which is to complete the tasks assigned by the employer. Since everyone here has taken the money, I don't care what excuses or reasons you have. If you dare to turn around and run away today, I will send him to another world directly."
"Asshole! Do you think we are really afraid of you?" A guy who was obviously determined to run away stood up.
He and several of his accomplices were armed with energy weapons and were obviously preparing to rush into the cab and force the pilot to turn around and leave.
"Hmph! Are these your last words?" Allen smiled contemptuously.
"Fire! Kill him!"
"Go to hell!"
"I have long disliked you!"
Several people pulled the trigger without hesitation, shooting out deadly high-energy rays from the barrel.
In the general environment of the universe, kinetic energy weapons that need to carry a large amount of ammunition to maintain consumption have been eliminated for many years.
Even the poorest mercenary and rewarder Gold Hunter will find a way to equip themselves with an energy firearm.
In this way, you only need to carry a few spare energy sources to meet your needs.
Especially when traveling to primitive planets with backward technology, it is not impossible for one person to destroy a country.
But unfortunately, they clearly chose the wrong person this time.
The moment the first energy beam was emitted, Allen also started to move.
This time, he didn't use any fancy abilities. He just relied on the explosive power of his body to rush forward with the attack of energy weapons in an instant. He stood up and swung the giant sword on the door panel on his back. He raised the sword and cut off several troublemakers in half.
Blood and intestines spurted out from the wound and flowed all over the floor.
When these guys reacted, they immediately let out heart-rending screams.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!! Healing! I need treatment!"
"No! No treatment is needed! Because you are already dead!"
Saying that, Allen raised his foot and stepped on it hard.
Bang!
Click!
The heads of several troublemakers were crushed in front of everyone, and they breathed their last.
Facts have proven that the best way to integrate a ragtag group of people is to use violence and killing to suppress them.
As the pungent smell of blood filled the cabin, those who originally wanted to escape from the battle also stopped, or at least did not dare to show it openly.
Because the powerful power displayed by Allen is enough to make most people give up their luck and start to seriously consider how to complete the task.
"It's incredible strength, speed and reaction. He seems to be more powerful than the best of us Kree." The woman in Kree squad commented in a low voice.
Another man nodded slightly. "You're right! In the battle just now, this man was hit at least twelve times, but his skin didn't even have a trace of burns. This shows that his skin can withstand or even be immune to low-power energy weapons. I really can't figure out where such a guy came from. With his strength, he should have made his name in the universe long ago."
"That's enough! If you don't want to die, you'd better stop asking about other people's pasts." The leader of Kree squad glared at the two team members.
Obviously, these Kree Empire traitors are very interested in Allen's strong physical fitness.
After all, they themselves are a group of powerful Warrior.
If you just fight with bare hands, a few Krees can overturn hundreds of reward Gold Hunters and mercenaries.
Since the home planet is a very high-gravity environment, most Kree have very strong bodies.
Although he is far from as perverted as Asgardians, he is still a few steps ahead of Earthlings.
Like in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., it is basically impossible for a human to win in a hand-to-hand fight with Kree.
After all, even the most ordinary Kree can reach several times the power of Earthlings. When fighting, it is like the difference between a child and an adult.
On the other side, the fish-headed alien who witnessed how Allen controlled the situation with his iron-blooded hands immediately came to the door and bowed deeply. "Thank you very much! If it weren't for you, I can't imagine what would have happened."
"Just a verbal thank you? You know what happened just now is not within the scope of my responsibility." Allen hinted meaningfully.
"Haha, don't worry, I won't let your work go in vain. When the target is rescued, I will pay you an additional two hundred thousand as compensation." The fish-headed alien promised without hesitation.
At this time, apart from desperately promising benefits, he couldn't come up with any good ideas.
"You'd better keep your word. If I find out that you can't fulfill your promise, the consequences will be serious." Allen threatened half-truthfully.
I have to say that with his current image, he is simply a fake reward Gold Hunter, so his harsh words are quite intimidating.
At least after the fish-headed alien heard this, beads of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead, and he forced a smile, "Understood! Don't worry, even if I don't pay other people's money, I will let you get paid first."
In this way, after a short "friendly negotiation", the bodies in the cabin were quickly cleared.
After passing the identity recognition, the transport ship slowly followed the command of the console and sailed into Entrance No. 4.
During the entire process, at least six floating turrets were aimed.
No one has any doubt that as long as the driver makes the slightest bit of non-standard operation, he will immediately be attacked mercilessly.
Fortunately, the pilot was experienced and finally allowed the transport ship to dock smoothly at the designated location.
Just as the prison guards were preparing to transport supplies with a dozen prisoners serving as coolies, they were greeted by reward Gold Hunter and mercenaries rushing out of the cabin.
No communication!
No communication is required either!
This group of brutal desperadoes kill every living person they see without mercy, whether they are prisoners or prison guards.
In just a few seconds, the entire area was filled with corpses of all kinds.
As the main player with the most money, Allen took the lead, smashing open the thick protective door with the giant sword in his hand, and completely cutting off the early warning system in this area before the opponent sounded the alarm.
Perhaps because of the smooth operation, the fish-headed alien seemed particularly excited. He quickly took out his personal terminal from his arms and showed everyone a photo of a woman with red skin. "Everyone! This is the person we are going to rescue in this mission. Her name is Alesha should be imprisoned in a certain cell of Area No. 42. Now you need to divide your troops into two groups. One group is responsible for finding and rescuing the target, and the other group is responsible for attacking the central command tower and attracting the enemy's attention."
"Let's go rescue the target!" The leader of Kree squad immediately made a choice.
Because in his opinion, the risk of going to the prison to rescue people is much lower than attacking the command tower.
At least the prisoners didn't have any deadly weapons in their hands. Even if they rioted, they would only be able to get some knives and the like.
But the command tower is different!
There is the Jailer Morak's lair, with a large number of fully armed guards, who are extremely hard-core.
"Okay! The rescue mission will be left to you. Remember, we can only succeed but not fail, otherwise everything we do now will be meaningless." The fish-headed alien warned solemnly.
"The rest of you, follow me! It's time to liven up this lifeless prison!"
With that said, Allen picked up the giant sword that was already stained with colorful blood and walked straight towards the other end of the passage.
As the door to the central area was opened, he was like Death, harvesting the souls of these aliens unscrupulously.
No matter it was those small aircraft or the prison guards holding weapons and shooting wildly, they could not hinder Allen's progress at all.
Under his leadership, the piercing sirens quickly echoed over the entire prison.
At the same time, where the prisoners were being held, Rocket Raccoon was staring at the panicked prison guards, exclaiming without looking back. "Oh my God! Someone is actually attacking Tusael Prison! These guys are really a bunch of lunatics! But just in time! We can take this opportunity to escape!"
"..."
Treants Groot blinked in confusion.
"Stop talking nonsense! Come and help! I don't want to be locked up here for the rest of my life."
As he spoke, Rocket dug out a lot of tools he collected from under his bed, and began to sit on the ground until he bulged.
In about three to five minutes, he used the limited conditions to make an improvised bomb, fixed it on the wall of his cell, and used the bed and Groot as a bunker to directly press the detonation button.
moment!
boom!!!!!!!
The high-energy explosion instantly blew Treants and the raccoon flying out, slamming into the iron fence behind them.
Rocket was even more suppressed and let out a scream.
When he struggled to push Treants away and got up from the ground, he was shocked to see that a big hole had been blown out of the wall, and outside was the corridor between the two areas of the prison.
"Hahahaha! Success! I succeeded! Did you see it? Groot!" Rocket Raccoon danced and showed off.
But before he could be happy for a few seconds, several small aircraft used to suppress mortal rebellions flew over from a distance, and they fired without warning.
In order to protect his only friend, Groot could only block it with his body, while waving his rattan-like arms to try to knock down these large "flies".
But his movements were too slow and he was unable to capture these small aircraft, which were only half a meter long but extremely lethal.
Under the continuous firing of high-energy lasers, sawdust scattered throughout the corridor.
Treants's body is being destroyed bit by bit.
Rocket, without any weapons or bombs, could not help at all. He could only watch his partner getting weaker and weaker.
At this critical moment, a giant sword glowing with black light flew directly from the other side of the passage, whirling directly. With two bangs, it cut these aircraft into two pieces, and then fell to the ground with a violent explosion.