Drax climbed to his feet and then asked, "I could have killed her. Why did you stop me?"
"You can kill her, but you basically won't live. She's just a person who betrayed Ronan. It's useless for you to fight her to the death. Now that you've proven your courage and determination, you can join us here and come with us." Wesley turned back to the single cell. Now there was a strong man here.
Kamora and the others returned and the prison guard closed the cell door again. They had seen enough and needed to rest. Wesley sat down again and then said, "First of all, it's about the prison break. You handle this little raccoon and we'll cooperate with you to complete it. Then I'll give you the Exquisite Ball."
"What? Are you really giving us yours?" Peter Quayle asked in disbelief.
"That's right. I'll give you the Exquisite Ball to sell. Kamora, how much will your buyer pay?" Wesley asked.
Kamora hesitated for a moment, then said, "Four billion."
"What? 4 billion?" The little raccoon jumped up. Courage's bounty is to catch two people. That's only 80,000, and now it's 4 billion.
"Yes, if you sell it, I will share it with you." Kamora looked at Wesley.
"How can it be the two of you? What about us?" Peter Quayle hurried forward and asked.
"The Exquisite Ball is his and the buyer is mine. At most, we can add this raccoon. It is responsible for breaking out of prison. So what can you do?" Kamora looked at Peter Quayle and asked.
"My… my ship is here. You need flying tools," Peter Quayle said.
Wesley cut them off. "I'll give you the Exquisite Ball directly. I don't want it. You can take the money and split it. I'll separate from you when the time comes." Wesley's words stunned them.
Peter Quill looked at Wesley and asked, "That's your plan, then?"
"That's my plan. Then you don't need to know. You can do whatever you want. I'm going to carry out my own plan." Wesley didn't say anything more. His plan was just to let the original thing happen, so he just disappeared after breaking out of prison.
"What kind of plan is this? What exactly do we do? Just sell the Exquisite Ball?" Peter Quayle looked confused.
"Don't you want money? Four billion. Okay, go to sleep. We have to break out of prison tomorrow morning." Wesley lay down and went to sleep.
The night passed uneventfully. Early the next morning, the prison began handing out breakfast. This was an independent prison in the universe, but there was still a schedule, arranged according to the schedule of Cheddar. Wesley got up and took out food. He would not eat anything from the prison. Coming to this strange star system was said to be part of the Milky Way, but Earth had never found any alien life here, and he did not know exactly which part of the galaxy this was.
After eating, all of them slipped out, and then the little raccoon began the escape plan. "First I need the control board on the prison guard's arm, and then see there? There's a piece of collapsed electromagnetism, a purple box, and green wires. I need it. I need it to get into the control center."
Kamora asked, "How do we get it? That position is too high. If we want to get it, the prison guards will stop us."
"Maybe they see you in a different light? Hehe…" The little raccoon laughed evilly, but at this time, Groot walked over, reached out his arm to open the box and took out the battery.
Wesley had to remind them, "Groot has it. I think you need to talk faster about your plan."
"Oh, no, it seems that we have to do it first," the little raccoon said speechlessly. "I still need that person's fake leg." Then he happened to pass by one of their prisoners, who had a machine fake leg.
Peter Quill nodded and said, "I'll get it." Then he looked at Wesley and asked, "What about you?"
"I'll take care of all the armed robots." Wesley then stood up. Drax had no task, but he also stood up and looked around. At this time, six flying armed robots surrounded Groot, and the prison guards in the monitoring center began to shout through the loudspeaker.
"Prisoner, drop your equipment and return to the cell immediately."
Groat looked at the robots around him and roared, "I'm Groat." Wesley had no hope for its language ability. Seeing that Kamora had gone to get the control board and Peter Quill had gone to find the prosthesis, and Drax was standing beside him, the little raccoon wanted to get close to Groat.
"It's time to show real technology," Wesley suddenly said. Drakos and the little raccoon were stunned, and then they saw a dark steel armor suddenly appear on Wesley's body and a pair of huge energy guns in his hands.
"My God, how did you do that?" The little raccoon and Drakos were stunned. Wesley did not answer. He raised both guns and fired continuously. All six flying armed robots were shot down.
"Let's do it!" Wesley said, and then the armor took off and went directly to the control center. The little raccoon climbed on top of Groot, then took the battery and started to do it directly, while Groot walked under the monitoring center and his body began to grow.
The prison guards rushed in with their weapons and were about to aim at the little raccoon and Groot. At this moment, Drakos rushed over and directly fought with them. These prison guards were not his match at all. He threw them out like toys and even grabbed their weapons.
Kamora and Peter Quayle arrived one after another. Drax also climbed up Groot's body. Everyone gathered. The little raccoon used the battery and arm controller to open the door of the surveillance room. The only prison guard inside obediently raised his hands and was thrown out by Groot.
"Hey, your outfit is so handsome. We can kill our way out." Peter Quill looked at Wesley's full-body armor and said.
As the armor disappeared, Wesley said, "How is it? Earth's technology is good, right? We're going to build a Iron Army. Even if there is an alien army next time, we can deal with it. But we lack flying troops now, so I need a destroyer's aircraft. Oh, is this a weapon of the Chaidans?" Wesley looked at the weapon in Drax's hand, then took it and began to study it. The little raccoon began to work, fiddling with the control panel.
Another prison guard entered. They were actually carrying weapons that looked like rocket launchers. Wesley asked, "Why aren't they using energy weapons?"
"This is a prison. These weapons are enough. In the face of prisoners who are not armed and protected, gunpowder weapons are the most lethal," the little raccoon said. Wesley continued to study the assault rifle in his hand. The three barrels alternately fired away, and the shooting speed was faster. At the same time, the amount of ammunition was very large, and it was very suitable for the earth. After understanding it, he put it away.
Boom! A rocket hit the bulletproof glass of the control center, and the glass began to crack.