The Death Knell

The raccoon never seems to have the habit of cutting its nails, but with just a few claws, Star-Lord's face looked like it had been scratched by a cat, with blood all over it.

Su Ming didn't want to waste time, so he let Zhuo Zhu wrap up the raccoon and tie it aside.

Rocket looks like a raccoon, but he thinks he is a human, and whenever someone calls him a raccoon, he will yell or fight.

Compared to new mercenaries like Star-Lord and Gamora, Rocket and Groot are veterans among the space mercenaries. Especially this raccoon, there is no such thing as a moral bottom line, as long as If you have money to make, you can do anything.

But is he really at war with Star-Lord now?

Not really.

He saw that the one-eyed man's attitude was not resolute, and Captain Marvel had no intention of taking action. Otherwise, if he opened the door, a burst of cosmic energy would come in instead of leaning on the bedside table to eat an apple.

And what was Star-Lord doing just now? He calls this man who is obviously not Yondu 'Captain', and he does it in a disgusting way, ugh!

But this also shows that they have a good relationship with the other party. At least the Rockets cannot imagine what it would be like for Peter to act coquettishly towards Yongdu.

So the raccoon made his own decision.

Although I don’t know what the specific matter is, Star-Lord has obviously made the other party unhappy, and he may be hung up by Captain Marvel and beaten.

Then he will take action first, causing some injuries to Star-Lord and making him miserable. In this way, it will be difficult for the strange man and the female vigilante to take action, right?

It's not a life-or-death feud. Who would take action against the wounded? Human beings are always relatively tolerant towards cubs.

This is the raccoon's ruse! His pointed mouth also curved, because he knew that Star-Lord had also seen this plan and was cooperating with him to put his face on it.

Sure enough, it succeeded. Seeing Star-Lord with blood on his face, the other party's attitude softened a lot, and... a black tentacle with a mouth grew out from behind, trapping himself and licking Star-Lord at the same time. Blood to drink? !

"Holy shit! Symbiote! You are the host of the symbiote!" The raccoon struggled and kept spitting out the fragrance: "Eat Peter, eat Peter, don't eat me, don't eat me! I'm skinny and bones, and I don't like to take a bath!"

The plan failed miserably. Seeing the half-smiling look on the man's face, Raccoon could only see darkness.

He pretended that the doll was a tactic to show weakness to the enemy, scratching and scolding Star-Lord was a tactic, and the next step was supposed to be a secret plan to seduce Chen Cang.

In the end, someone tried to take advantage of it?

Could it be that Sun Tzu's Art of War, which Star-Lord gave to him before, is a popular reading on earth? The technological level of this planet is not high, but the human heart is too dangerous!

"The little guy has a bad mouth. Elsa leaves it to you to teach him some beautiful Chinese dialect." Su Ming asked Strangler to throw the raccoon to the monster hunter. Anyway, the creature that can talk but is not human is given to El Just let Sha handle it. She is very experienced in dealing with monsters.

Bloodstone raised his hand and used the red belt magic of Cytorak to catch the raccoon in mid-air, and the red glowing kelp-like energy bar wrapped it around like a mummy.

She took out the machete from the newly obtained silk bag with her backhand, and said with a smile: "Master, what do you think of me teaching him idioms first? For example, gathering armpits into fur?"

Carol, who was leaning on the bedside table and eating an apple, tilted her head, first imitated the strange pronunciation, and then asked:

"What does it mean to make a living?"

She didn't ask Elsa, but asked Deathstroke. Maybe this was a slang among mages?

Su Ming let Hangsha slowly taste Star-Lord's blood, and replied calmly:

"Actually, it's very simple. Just cut off the fur under the raccoon's armpits every day, and then wait for it to heal and then cut off another piece. This cycle will continue, and over time, I can make several fur coats for you and Elsa."

“Who wears a raccoon fur coat?!”

Star-Lord, whose face was covered in blood, couldn't help but complain. I don't know why, but he couldn't hold back his complaints when he saw Deathstroke.

"Go NMD Peter, I'm Rocket, not a raccoon!" Rocket, who was tied up like a mummy, still retorted. Even if he couldn't move, his basic stance would never waver.

After hearing this, Su Ming shrugged towards Star-Lord and spread his hands: "Look, he even said he is not a raccoon."

Peter, who rolled his eyes, shook his head and gave Rocket a helpless expression: "Go well, Rocket, I will miss you. You would rather die as a human than live as a raccoon. I will remember it!" "

"@#!%!" Rocket's tail stood up from between his furry legs towards Star-Lord, accompanied by various civilized terms, the meaning was self-explanatory.

"Okay, I won't mess around with you anymore." Su Ming stood up from the bed and patted Star-Lord's broken leg: "I asked Strangler to drink some of your blood just to verify that you are not a Skrull in disguise. This is why I came to you. Now that those chameleons have blended into the earth, we are in some trouble."

Star-Lord understood instantly that Deathstroke suspected that he had run a smuggling business and sent the disguised Skrulls to Earth.

Because his spaceship is exempt from inspection, and there are weirdos like Gamora and Drax on it.

But he has never done this kind of business.

"It's not me. Although I occasionally do some transportation, such as sending people wanted by the regime on a certain planet to a neutral port like Xandar, I didn't bring strangers to Earth." Star-Lord held up three sticks. Putting his fingers on the side of his head, he swore solemnly: "The earth is also my home planet. Who would bring aliens of unknown origin to their home planet?"

Su Ming pointed to the raccoon that was being groomed by Elsa with the back of a knife: "Then what is his origin? Answer me."

"he......"

Star-Lord stuttered, and his swearing fingers turned into scratching his head. Only then did he realize that he didn't seem to understand Rocket's past very well.

Everyone met in Xandar's prison and became comrades after escaping from prison together. Only he had a spaceship, so the others joined the gang at this time.

Anyway, if we act together, a lot of things that we couldn't do before will be easier to do. There will be someone to support us when we go out to touch gold, and we will have someone to provide cover when we shoot with others. There are so many benefits. Who cares about what happened in the past?

"I don't know, just kill me." Star-Lord kicked his legs, exposed his neck, and started to act rogue.

Su Ming grabbed the rocking handle beside the bed and turned it quickly. The man with the broken leg was almost thrown out of the bed that suddenly stood up. The Supreme Mage took out a strange reagent and poured it into Star-Lord's mouth: "It doesn't look like you. , then you get dressed and follow us now, and help me think about who would do such a thing, whether it is an old acquaintance of yours. It is not enough to just kill the Skrull Rat, you have to knock off the head of the smuggler who smuggled in. "

"But my legs...huh? I'm fine." Star-Lord, who landed on the ground, did a tentative dance and found that it didn't hurt at all. The fracture seemed like it never happened: "What kind of medicine is this? Give me some?"

"New recovery decoction, a specialty of Hogwarts." Su Ming walked to the closet nearby, took out a red jacket and ripped jeans and threw them to Star-Lord: "As for whether I can give you some more, it depends. Can you please me with your singing and dancing during this time, gigolo?"

Star-Lord, who took off his hospital gown and put on some clothes with his belly puffed out, smiled: "I'm not sure about anything else, but when it comes to singing and dancing? I'll take care of it all."