People set up shop in Marvel, and it just became Doomsday

"No matter what storms and waves there are in the future, they are nothing compared to my experience." Gamora said expressionlessly.

Quill turned his head to listen, but he ran into a tall, ugly alien, "Quiet, this new kid." His hand moved across Quill's face dishonestly, "I want to touch you all over."

Gunavian."

Although he didn't know what the hell GunaVine Liquid was, looking at his enjoyment in front of him, Quil couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Let me feel good again..."

However, before he finished speaking, Groot's two vines had already reached into his nostrils and lifted him up forcefully.

"Let me put my words first," Rocket said, opening his arms, "This kid's anus belongs to us!" It pointed at Quill.

"If you want to touch him, you have to get through us first!"

So you think you are protecting something important?!

"Or, to be more precise," Rocket showed his fangs, "We killed you before you caused trouble!"

Groot slammed the alien to the ground. He covered his nose and curled up on the ground, rolling around.

Rocket and Groot stepped over it nonchalantly and walked slowly inside.

Quill looked at the dull people around him and pointed proudly at Rocket and Groot, "I'm with them."

Everyone slowly dispersed, leaving only a tall, bare-chested man sitting on the central table, looking thoughtfully at the people who were leaving.

Quill, who was sleeping, suddenly heard some motive. He looked up and saw a group of people carrying Gamora towards a certain place. There was also a person holding a knife next to him.

Quill struggled to get out of the crowd, but he also woke up Rocket. "Quell, what are you doing?" it asked.

Quill ignored it and walked out of the lounge, following the group of people.

"Quill!" Rocket lay on the bars, "Quill!"

The annoying group of people pushed Gamora against the wall and made fierce gestures with several knives in the air, "Gamora, I now sentence you to death."

"Pay with your life for the crimes you have committed against the entire galaxy!"

As he spoke, the prisoner was about to stab the knife into Gamora's neck.

"you dare?!"

A deep and powerful voice sounded, and everyone looked back, and a tall man with a bare upper body and red patterns slowly walked in.

Everyone felt a strong sense of oppression and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"You know who I am," the tall man said.

"You are Drax, the Destroyer," the prisoner said.

"You know where my name comes from, right?" Drax was still walking inside, while Quill and Rocket who came from behind quietly hid behind a door.

"You killed dozens of Ronan's thugs," the prisoner replied.

"Ronan killed my wife, Violet, and my daughter, Kamalia." Drax stood in front of Gamora, "It killed them all."

"It's not your turn to take her life." He grabbed the knife from the prisoner's hand and said, "If he killed my family, I will kill her family."

However, at this moment, Gamora suddenly attacked, grabbing the two prisoners who were also holding knives against him with their bare hands, and then placed the two knives on the necks of the two men in front of him.

Quill tiptoed forward, and Rocket whispered from behind: "What are you going to do, Quill?"

Gamora looked at the two of them and gritted her teeth and said, "I am by no means a family member of Ronan or Thanos." She slowly put down her swords and looked at Drax, "I am your only hope to stop him."

But Drax yelled and pushed Gamora against the wall again, "Woman, your words are worthless to me."

"Hey, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't," Quill walked out and said to the two of them.

"Damn..." Rocket said, holding his forehead.

"If your goal is to kill Ronan, killing him won't help you achieve your goal."

Drax looked at Quill and said, "Didn't this bitch assassinate you too?"

"Anyway, she's not the first woman to want to kill me." Quill said.

"Look," Quill lifted up his clothes and pointed to a scar on his ribs, "this scar was made by a very hot Rajak girl with the fork. She didn't like me leaving her so early in the morning.

And go."

"This scar is from a Kree chick who tried to rip my ribcage open. I got caught fooling around with a skinny Askavarian chick from the Nova Empire archives, but I was just trying to get away with it.

It's just news. Have you ever seen the Askavarians? They have tentacles and teeth like needles. Do you think I would really like it..."

Drax gave him a dissatisfied look.

"Okay, you don't care about this, but what I want to say is," Quill pointed at Gamora seriously, "she betrayed Ronan, and he will come to hunt her down. When he comes, you

Just..." Quill made a motion of wiping his neck.

Drax frowned, "Why would I put my finger on his throat?"

"What?" Quill was stunned, "Oh, it's just a gesture, indicating that you cut his throat."

"I don't want to slit his throat, I want to chop off his head!"

How come this tall and thick man doesn't look very smart?

"That's a universal gesture, which means killing!" Quill looked at the prisoner next to him, "You know this gesture, right?"

"I know, I know." The prisoner nodded repeatedly.

"What I just want to say is that you'd better save her life, and don't do any favors to your enemies."

Drax took a deep breath and slowly let go of his hand.

Gamora suddenly fell to her knees on the ground, panting heavily.

Drax looked at the knife in his hand, "Your knife is good, so I will accept it."

The prisoner nodded repeatedly.

Gamora walked towards her cell, and Quill said from behind: "Listen, I don't care whether you are dead or alive."

Gamora turned around, "Then why did you stop that big man?"

"Because we have the same goal, Ronan." Quill said: "The raccoon and the tree man came to cause trouble because they saw the reward Ronan placed on me."

"But we are all trapped here, how can we take revenge?" Gamora asked.

"I, this Rocket guy, have successfully jailbroken 22 times."

Rocket on the side crossed his arms and said: "We will definitely get out. When the time comes, I will pretend to arrest you and collect the reward. When I get the money, it doesn't matter how hard you go."

"Who is the person who bought the cosmic spirit ball?" Gamora asked.

"Um...he is the current king of Asgard." Quill said.

"Asgard..." Gamora nodded, then shook her head, "Although it's more than enough to deal with Ronan, it's still not enough to face Thanos."