Chapter 995 Being studied

"We can't assume that there are no people here, and we can't assume that they will treat us well. But equally, we can't resist blindly. We need to find a way to protect ourselves and get more information."

As for Rocket Raccoon, although he temporarily stopped roaring, his tail was still flapping restlessly on the ground, making a "snap" sound, apparently suppressing his inner anger and anxiety.

Various possible plans were running rapidly in its little head, and every idea was quickly rejected as soon as it emerged.

It knows that in the face of this unknown enemy, blind resistance will only put them into a more dangerous situation.

In this way, as they went deeper, in order to prevent accidents, Ultron sent out more pioneer machines, and after all, they finally caught a group of aliens.

They are like cold steel behemoths, silently surrounding the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Looking at these high-tech killing machines, the members of the Guardians of the Galaxy couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Damn it! This place is an extremely barren place on the star map."

Star-Lord couldn't help but curse, and his eyes swept over the surrounding asteroid belt. There were no valuable resources on those cold stones, let alone high-grade isotopes that could attract space pirates.

"The surrounding asteroid belt we just passed through doesn't show any high-grade isotopes that are valuable enough for space pirates to come here, let alone a civilization."

Gamora couldn't help but said.

Rocket Raccoon felt even more uneasy when he heard this.

Rocket Raccoon's brows were furrowed, and his little head was racing, analyzing various possibilities.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong here."

It muttered to itself.

"Could it be that we mistakenly entered someone's secret base, or the base camp of some dark force?"

Once this idea arises, it is like a wildfire that cannot be contained.

The surrounding darkness and silence, coupled with the more than a hundred silent but threatening spaceships outside the spacecraft, all aggravate this uneasiness.

Hiding in such a place with no value or resources is both hidden and safe. The more I think about it, the more likely it is.

There was a hint of uncertainty in Rocket Raccoon's voice, but more of it was concern.

Possible catastrophic consequences began to swirl in its little mind.

"It's over. The best outcome for us is to be imprisoned. The worst outcome is probably to be killed and silenced."

Rocket Raccoon's voice was low and heavy, and his words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart.

Although the more than one hundred spaceships currently surrounding them have not launched an attack, which seems to be the best result, Rocket Raccoon also knows that this is just the calm before the storm. The other party may just be waiting for a suitable opportunity. Figure out their identity and purpose before making a decision.

It will be the same if you kill him at that time.

"Other than that, I really can't imagine anyone coming to this star system. This is the most desolate star system I have ever seen. It's hard to believe that a civilization heading into the universe can be born here."

Rocket Raccoon's words made everyone else look ugly. Indeed, this star system is extremely desolate, and it is difficult to find even the most basic signs of life, let alone a civilization that can build such a huge fleet.

This extreme contrast forces everyone to face a cruel reality - there is an alien, highly developed civilization hidden here, and they may be uninvited intruders.

The secrets hidden by others are discovered by them, and what awaits them will not be a good end.

As the fleet of Ultron Vanguard machines approached, the Guardians of the Galaxy were forced to disarm all of their weapons and shut down their engines. Under the influence of traction, their spacecraft slowly landed on a seemingly ordinary star port.

However, this seemingly ordinary star port hides amazing power.

On the tarmac, a variety of defensive weapons such as spears were pointed directly at their spacecraft. From kinetic energy weapons to thermal laser weapons to various powerful missiles, each of them was enough to turn their spaceship into an instant. For the powder.

Star-Lord took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner fear.

In the face of such a powerful opponent, any rash action may bring devastating consequences.

Although many years of cosmic adventures have made him accustomed to seeing himself as the protagonist of the story, and he has an inexplicable confidence and courage, he does not dare to be careless in the face of such overwhelming weapons.

After all, even the most powerful protagonist's aura cannot withstand the bombardment of missiles and lasers.

"It seems that our prison food is guaranteed."

Star-Lord smiled bitterly, trying to ease the tense atmosphere with a relaxed tone. But his smile seemed so forced, so weak.

He understood that what awaited them was not only prison, but also unforeseen danger and an unknown fate.

The crime was probably that of breaking into a star domain controlled by an "unknown civilization" without permission.

This crime may not sound serious, but in the universe, what does it mean?

This means that they may be considered enemies, imprisoned, interrogated, or even eliminated.

The Guardians of the Galaxy, a team composed of heroes from all walks of life, often break into other people's stardoms out of justice or curiosity, but before every action, they go through careful planning and preparation to ensure there is a way out.

However, this time, they were drawn into an unknown trap because of a seemingly ordinary star map.

The star map was originally purchased from a cunning alien dealer.

The route marked on the star map was originally portrayed as safe and fast, but it turned out to be the abyss leading to a disaster.

"The alien dealer who sold us the star map is such a liar!"

Gamora cursed angrily, her voice echoing in the empty cockpit, sounding particularly harsh. But anger cannot change the status quo, they can only accept this cruel fact.

Rocket Raccoon, this clever and cunning creature, is secretly hiding a micro-particle bomb in his pants at this moment.

If he really has to go to jail, he will definitely escape.

"Leave your spaceship and don't bring weapons... Forget it, you will definitely bring weapons, I know. But I advise you not to do this, otherwise you will regret it."

A cold and majestic voice came from the communicator on the opposite side, as harsh as cold metal.

Gamora raised her eyebrows, with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Rocket Raccoon and Drax the Destroyer were indifferent, as they were already used to this kind of threat.