"Is this a melee weapon from the interstellar era? It's interesting!"
Looking at the bloody and inhuman corpse on the ground, and the hammer in his hand that could release Energy Impact when attacking, Allen showed an expression of interest on his face.
Because melee weapons have not been completely eliminated with the development of technology as many people imagined, but have gained a second life with the help of technology.
Take this power hammer as an example. In addition to being able to smash the opponent's head and bones, it can also act like an energy weapon at the moment of impact, releasing a shock wave that is many times greater than its own weight.
As we all know, whether it is the body or armor, it generally has a certain shock-absorbing effect.
But like this, two consecutive violent impacts within one second, each one stronger than the last, no matter what kind of shock-absorbing structure it is, it is all in vain.
If there is a certain chance of surviving after being hit by an energy weapon, then being hit by this thing means almost 100% death.
Even super soldiers injected with serum such as Captain America and Winter Soldier are no exception.
Of course, there are exceptions to guys like Thunder God and Hulk, who are thick-skinned and thick-skinned.
And this is just a weapon used by the Jailer's personal bodyguard. Presumably the hammer in Ronan the Accuser's hand will only be better.
"You... you actually killed Gross?!"
There was a hint of trembling in the voice of another bodyguard next to him. You must know that the guy who died just now is definitely the strongest among the four of them.
What's more, he himself has undergone a series of human body modifications, otherwise he would not be able to use powerful melee weapons like the Energy Impact hammer.
But what's the result?
After just one round, Allen easily grabbed the weapon and smashed it into pieces.
In the face of such despairing power, no one will resist until the end if there are other options.
But unfortunately, Allen obviously did not intend to give these people a chance to choose. Without saying a word, he picked up the hammer again and smashed it down as fast as Blitz Gundam could cover his ears.
Bang!
After another muffled sound, only two of the original four bodyguards were left.
Seeing that the other party had no intention of leaving a way for them to survive, the last man and woman also risked their lives.
Among them, the woman obviously has some unique abilities. She quickly opens her mouth and spurts out a large amount of green liquid from her throat.
Anything contaminated will immediately make a harsh hissing sound, and even the rust-proof alloy plates will be corroded rapidly. It is not known whether it is a strong acid, a strong alkali, or some unknown poison.
The man was particularly good at using weapons. He pulled out the two pistols hanging on his waist and started shooting wildly.
But unfortunately, Rocket Raccoon has never lost to anyone in terms of firepower.
I saw him first move and dodge as nimbly as a small animal, and after seizing the gap, he immediately fired the astonishingly powerful energy cannon in his hand.
A beam of light flashed!
There was a big hole in this unlucky guy's chest, with burnt black marks on the edge.
In the end, he slowly fell down with a look of shock and unwillingness.
Another woman who was spewing green liquid crazily was easily killed by Allen wielding a giant sword. Her whole body was cut into more than a dozen pieces and scattered on the ground, allowing the liquid she sprayed to corrode her.
I have to say that the four bodyguards around the Jailer are indeed very smart.
At least a hundred times better than those prison guards.
Unfortunately, what they encountered today was Allen, an opponent that was simply impossible to defeat.
Although so far, Allen has not shown even a little bit of power.
"Hey! Dear the Jailer! Do you still remember me?"
Seeing that the last female bodyguard was dead, Rocket immediately jumped onto the table, pointed the energy cannon at Morak's head, and tried to stuff the front end into Barry's mouth.
Although this Rocket Raccoon looks very cute, in his heart he is an out-and-out dangerous person.
Especially when it comes to dealing with enemies, he definitely doesn't mind showing off his character of retribution.
"Woooooooooo..."
Morak was clearly frightened, and let out a cry of terror, obviously wanting to beg for mercy.
But because his mouth was blocked by the barrel, he couldn't express himself clearly.
After all, who among the powerful would be willing to die?
But Rocket Raccoon still insisted with a grin and said, "Speak! Didn't you like to talk a lot before? Show me your eloquence again!"
"Rocket! You blocked his mouth. He can't speak at all now." Allen casually carried the giant sword and hammer behind him and couldn't help but remind him.
Since the energy cannon has been given to Rocket, the free space is just right for hanging the hammer.
"Ah! Sorry, I forgot." Rocket Raccoon moved the energy cannon back slightly.
As soon as his mouth was freed, Morak suddenly knelt down with a spineless thump, crying and begging, "I was wrong! It's all my fault! Please, please let me go this time? In return, I am willing to pay you a large sum of money."
"How much is a large amount of money?" Rocket asked with a fierce look.
He is still alive but has no money, and he desires money more than ever before.
"Five million! I am willing to give you five million!" Morak quickly offered a price that he thought was quite high.
Of course, it is actually a huge sum of money.
Based on the exaggerated purchasing power of this cryptocurrency, almost a few hundred thousand can buy a well-equipped spaceship.
"Five million?!"
After hearing the Jailer's quotation, Rocket's eyes instantly lit up, and he knew he was moved without asking.
Just when he was about to agree, Allen took a bunch of rectangular storage devices found in the wall mezzanine safe, threw them all on the table, and joked with a smile, "What, only five million makes you satisfied?"
"How is that possible!"
Rocket Raccoon immediately jumped up as if it had been stepped on, and its attention was quickly attracted to these "wallets" that store cryptocurrency.
Even a fool knows that there must be more than five million storage devices.
After all, Morak has been ruling this prison for at least several decades, and the wealth in his hands has already reached a level that is unimaginable for ordinary people.
The only question is how to open these encrypted wallets.
As for Morak himself, when he saw the "private money" he had saved for many years being dug out, the expression on his face was similar to that of his dead father, and his eyes revealed despair.
"Are you going to take the initiative to reveal the password yourself, or are you waiting for me to help you?" Allen cracked his knuckles, and the threat was self-evident.
"Can... can you leave some for me?" Morak asked with trembling lips.
"Sorry, you are not qualified to bargain now. What I can guarantee is that if you take the initiative to hand over the password, we can choose to save your life." Allen sneered, breaking the other party's fantasy.
At this point, you still want to save your life and wealth?
Dream on!
Nowadays, the usually majestic the Jailer is just a piece of meat on the chopping board, and can be cooked however he wants.
He didn't think the other party was the kind of tough guy who could withstand torture.
"Why should I believe you?" Morak subconsciously glanced at Rocket Raccoon, who was pointing an energy cannon at his head.
In his opinion, Allen was a reward to Gold Hunter or a mercenary. He should not have any grudge against him. He was just doing it for money, so he shouldn't have to worry too much about turning his back and denying it later.
In contrast, Rocket and Groot, who were former prisoners, are a big trouble.
He was very aware of how badly his prison treated prisoners.
The vast majority of prisoners do not even have access to the most basic food and drinking water, and people starve to death or thirst to death almost every day.
Coupled with the Infinity private fights organized by the prison guards, as well as the physical and mental torture of the prisoners, it was quite restrained for the other party not to rush in and cut him into pieces.
Who knows if the other party will turn him into a scumbag after taking the money.
"Besides trusting me, do you have another option now? Don't talk nonsense! If you want to take the initiative to explain, hurry up, otherwise I will take action." Allen deliberately pretended to be impatient and urged.
Rocket is undoubtedly impatient and immediately echoed, "That's right! Please explain the password immediately, otherwise don't blame us for being rude."
Under the threat of the two singing along, Morak quickly realized that he had no choice but to admit defeat honestly.
Otherwise, after Allen kills himself, he only needs to take these storage devices to the professionals, and he can quickly crack the password and remove all the cryptocurrency from it.
The only difference is that he himself will be tortured during the interrogation process, while the other party only loses a part of the money.
With the password, Rocket Raccoon opened all the memories in less than half a minute.
Looking at the string of numbers that appeared on the terminal, he finally couldn't help but excitedly exclaimed, "Oh - my God! We're rich! We're rich! This guy actually has a fortune of 80 million! Bastard! He wanted to bribe me with just 5 million before!"
"Eighty million? Our the Jailer has really made a lot of money these years." Allen stared at Morak meaningfully.
You don't need to ask to know that this prison, which stands in the universe and is dedicated to housing the most vicious criminals, is essentially no different from those private prisons like United States. The main source of income is subsidies.
It's just that United States's private prison receives subsidies from its own government, while Tusael Prison receives subsidies from all major forces in the universe.
Generally speaking, the prisoners sent here have either committed unforgivable crimes on other planets, or have offended important people who should not be offended.
In short, there are people who want to see them suffer, to see them pay for what they have done.
Planets with a relatively high degree of civilization have usually abolished cruel punishments. This can only be achieved by sending prisoners to Tusael Prison.
Since you need to borrow someone else's help to do some shady things, the favor fee and hush money will definitely be paid.
To put it simply, this prison is equivalent to a garbage dump where all the major forces in the universe dispose of garbage.
Everyone is too dirty to do it themselves, but at the same time they need it to exist.
To a certain extent, Morak can be considered a talent, and he keenly seized this business opportunity.
"How will this money be divided?"
After dancing happily for a while, Rocket Raccoon immediately asked a very pointed question.
Because he didn't think that Allen, who had great power, would choose the fairest way to divide the money equally between heads.
"I'll take half! You and your friends will take 30 million. The remaining 10 million will be left for the reward Gold Hunter and the mercenaries at the back. After all, they have done a lot of work, so they have to get some benefits."
Allen After thinking for a moment, he immediately stated his distribution plan.
"You want to give those rubbish 10 million? Why!" Rocket was unhappy upon hearing this.
He didn't have much objection to Allen taking half of it himself.
Because in his opinion, this is what the other party deserves.
You must know that without Allen's powerful combat power along the way, it would be impossible to rush into the top room of the command tower.
But Rocket Raccoon was filled with disdain for those people who followed him to pick up leaks and plunder financial waste.
After all, his principle has always been to get paid for how much work he does.
"Haha, don't be so stingy. Thirty million is enough for you. What's more, when we eat meat, we always leave some soup for others to drink. I don't want to ruin my reputation just for a little money." Allen gave the reason half-truthfully.
"But this is not a little money! It is ten million! Most of the rewards Gold Hunter and mercenaries can't earn so much even if they don't eat or drink for a lifetime!" A look of pain appeared on Rocket's furry little face.
Don't say 10 million.
He was used to being poor and had never seen hundreds of thousands of dollars before.
Otherwise, in the plot, Star-Lord would not be attracted by the bounty of tens of thousands, and would risk going to jail to violate the laws of Xandar.
"Believe me, this is just the beginning. As long as you work with me, you will definitely earn more in the future." Allen patted Rocket Raccoon on the shoulder and enlightened.
"I am Groot!"
Treants also brought that one over at some point, as if he was very dissatisfied that he was not mentioned.
When Allen saw this, he immediately smiled and added, "Ah! And Groot! If the three of us work together, we will definitely get more money."
"Well - okay! Just listen to you! Damn it! I can't believe I was convinced so easily. That's ten million! Ten million!" Rocket's tone was full of strong resentment.
But as a principled Rocket Raccoon, he quickly divided these cryptocurrencies.
When the reward Gold Hunter and the mercenaries who came from behind heard that they could share 10 million together, they immediately burst into deafening cheers.
At the same time, the resentment against Allen for not allowing anyone to escape before the battle also disappeared on the spot.
As a saying goes, in the face of huge interests, even two mortal enemies can sit together and talk and laugh, not to mention that the two sides have no deep hatred in the first place.