Chapter 2058 - 2058 Slaughter Truck-Style Rescue
2058 Slaughter Truck-Style Rescue
There was only one shortie who dared to mock him for his small chest, and who habitually winked with his left eye when he was lying.
Mantis was a little dazed, but more straightforward.
When she picked up the equipment, she could sense some things with her ability, and immediately smiled happily. “It’s you…”
Rocket gestured angrily for her to zip her mouth. “Shut up and put on your gear.”
A moment later, a purple-skinned baldie, a thin gray-skinned man (Drax), and a person with two horns on her head (Mantis) walked out of the building.
Mantis, who had never used a gun, held a trash pistol for show.
Boom!
A dwarf broke through the door and flew a small flier out of the building. “Hurry and get on. We still have a bounty to ‘earn’.” He didn’t forget to wink at the three of them.
The three of them ignored him and got on the flier.
The flier quickly rose up more than ten meters. It flew over the buildings and headed straight for the hot springs in the northwest.
Luke and Rocket had escaped with Groot Jr. and then rescued Drax and Mantis. It was just Quill and Gamora left now, and they were fighting the mercenaries.
More and more people were heading in the direction of the ‘bounty.’
While the two of them had killed and injured more than 100 people with the energy Gatling guns, 100 more joined the group that was still hot on their heels, which was enough to make a person collapse.
As he moved, Quill didn’t even bother to look behind him as he fired. He didn’t forget to curse. “F*ck the power of money. So much trash actually came. I…”
Boom!
An energy beam sent him rolling.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Gamora immediately turned the mercenary flier that had been beating up her boyfriend into a fireball. Three or four people fell from the sky and hit the ground, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.
Then, more pursuers pressed forward through the dust.
Nobody cared about the unlucky b*stards who had just been heavily injured.
This was the most troublesome thing about mercenaries who weren’t united.
Destroying one team wouldn’t intimidate the other 10 or 20 teams at all. The rest would just think that they were trash.
Quill rolled ten meters before he was sent flying again.
Gamora fired wildly and asked, “Can you still run?”
Coughing, Quill helplessly relayed the bad news. “There’s a flat wasteland up ahead. We have nowhere to hide.”
Previously, they had been fighting and retreating through the complicated hilly terrain in this valley.
If there had only been 300 opponents, they would’ve long been defeated by the two energy Gatlings.
But as more and more mercenaries and gangs poured in from the city, they were forced to flee toward the flat wasteland.
They were surrounded by enemies, and couldn’t break through the siege and return to the hills.
Once they entered the flat wasteland, they would lose all cover.
The 400 to 500 guns behind them would turn them into sludge in 30 seconds at most.
Gamora asked grimly, “Rocket, where are you?”