"Rocket! Are you planning to drive that thing into a war?"
Allen's mouth twitched as he looked at Rocket Raccoon, who was sitting on the floor tinkering with something that could have been either a weapon or a bomb.
If these weapons had appeared on a Kree warship, he would not have found them out of place at all.
But the problem was that, strictly speaking, this was not a warship. It was a means of transportation Bounty Hunters used to travel through space.
It felt as outrageous as a group of mercenaries who should have been driving pickup trucks or Jeeps suddenly rolling out in the most advanced heavy main battle tank.
Allen had never been to other planets, nor did he know how their rulers restricted the weapons equipped on spacecraft.
But he dared to guarantee that on Xandar, a ship like this would never be permitted to dock at an officially regulated spaceport. It would not even be allowed to approach the planet.
Otherwise, who knew whether these desperadoes might suddenly lose their minds and pour down terrifying antimatter bombs onto the surface?
"Hahahaha! If necessary, I will."
Rocket put down what he was working on, stood up, and burst into delighted laughter.
After being poor his entire life, he had finally experienced what it felt like to spend money like water over the past few days.
All those good things he could never afford before, things that had only made him drool while looking at them, could now be bought to his heart's content.
Aside from the sections of the ship's supply hold used to store food, drinking water, and daily necessities, every other space had been packed full of all kinds of weapons, equipment, and ammunition.
The sheer quantity and variety were staggering—enough to equip