2060 Scapegoat, a Crafty Escape
The purple-skinned baldie steered with one hand and used Telekinesis to press down on the firing button of the powerful energy gun in his other hand.
His gunfire wasn't much, but his accuracy was beyond everyone's expectations.
All the fliers in the team of more than 30 people were blown up.
All the members fell from the sky and smashed into the ground; they were either heavily injured or dead.
The debris and bodies of more than ten fliers scattered like rain from the explosions, scaring the people around them.
Before they could react, the purple-skinned baldie turned and fired at the second group of people in the air.
These people had a few extra seconds to react, and were a little luckier than the first group.
Ten seconds later, three to five guys had already fled far away, and Luke lost interest in chasing them down.
He turned his gun toward the third group in the air.
The third group of people who were firing wildly tensed up. Some of them couldn't help but shout, "Ah, he's locked onto us."
"Boss, let's retreat."
In the end, a stray bullet flew out of the dust on the ground and brushed past the tail end of Luke's flier, causing it to fall.
Stunned for a moment, the third group was then overjoyed. "Hurry up, his flier is broken."
"Fire at the same time. Kill him."
A storm of bullets bombarded Luke as he fell.
Luke sped up in his flight suit and instantly broke away from the flier, letting it explode in a huge fireball behind him while he stuck close to the ground and dodged erratically.
More than ten fliers with dozens of energy guns in the sky subconsciously chased after him.
This situation lasted for half a minute, before the leader of the third group suddenly came back to his senses. "Stop, all of you."
His men stopped firing and looked at the leader in confusion.
The leader gnashed his teeth. "He's deliberately making use of our firepower to eliminate the others."
Only then did his highly keyed-up subordinates realize that hundreds of injured or dead people were scattered over the ground.
At a glance, there were more than 200 casualties.
"This f*cking…" The leader of the third group wanted to curse, but in the end, he didn't know how to curse out that devious purple-skinned baldie.
In fact, he had no choice but to stop firing
After he ordered everyone to stop just now, the purple-skinned baldie disappeared from the chaotic battlefield.
Originally, the three mercenary groups had agreed that whoever contributed the most would get 40% of the bounty, and the other two would get 30% each.
The other two groups had basically been wiped out, and only theirs was unharmed.
He didn't see any of the targets who had caused this.
100 to 200 people lay on the ground. They were all mercenaries and bandits who had been accidentally injured.
The others scattered, clearly suspicious of them.
The leader's mind whirled, and he vaguely realized that he had fallen into a trap.
Now that the alliance had fallen apart and there were so many casualties, everyone would suspect that he had caught the Guardians and had gotten the purple-skinned baldie to come out and cause trouble, thus reducing the number of competitors for the prize.
Otherwise, why was his group the only one unaffected?
Guessing that he had been made the main scapegoat, he wasn't happy at all.
There was no solution.
His small group would already have a hard time just dealing with friends and family who wanted to get revenge for those lying on the ground.
Nobody cared about the truth.
After today, this last mercenary group could only disband and disappear for their safety.
…
Half an hour later, the Guardians, who had switched to new appearances, reconvened in the landing zone at Luke's call.
The rendezvous point was a combat-type spaceship that was more than five times bigger than the swallow spaceship.
Rocket clicked his tongue in wonder. "Big Spoon, you're indeed an expert robber. You stole a spaceship just like that."
Luke didn't think much of it. "This is the ship of the mercenaries who led the hunt for Gamora and Quill. In any case, most of them are dead. It would be a waste to leave it here."
Pausing for a moment, he said, "There's another spaceship hundreds of meters away. You can choose either one and leave."
The Guardians looked at each other in bewilderment. Quill couldn't help but ask, "What about you?"
Luke shook his head with a smile. "I came out this time to mark out a route for easier travel. Now that I've done that, I won't trouble you guys any longer."
The Guardians had complicated feelings, but that was how things went in space.
Luke's home was Earth, and he definitely wouldn't wander the universe with them.
The others weren't close enough with Luke to weep bitter tears and cling to him; they just told him to stay safe.
Quill, on the other hand, felt quite regretful. This friend who loved to sing and dance was about to leave; his days on the ship wouldn't be as colorful in the future.
Rocket was the most naggy one. He muttered behind Luke and followed him around like an abandoned pet.
This little raccoon and Luke were very similar, and Rocket was really reluctant to part with him.
In the end, Luke grabbed the raccoon's head and rubbed it hard for a while until Rocket had no choice but to shut up.
Of course, there was no change to his and Luke's plan to trade supplies and tech.
They couldn't meet, but they could still keep in touch through the public space storage.
When the Guardians got tired of wandering around, they could follow Quill back to Earth for a visit, and they could sing and dance together then.
…
The Guardians didn't switch to another spaceship. They left in their own swallow spaceship.
They preferred their own ship.
Besides, Luke had said that he had a lot of friends who wanted to take a spaceship out for a ride, and there was no need to fight him over it.
In return, Luke gave the Guardians the cash he had looted.
Various expensive supplies and parts were also stuffed into the public space storage as small gifts for Rocket.
These supplies and parts would be enough for the Guardians to roam the galaxy for a year.
After seeing the Guardians off, Luke immediately called his friends.
Those who wanted to come out to space for a look signed up, and the main force and the kids team took turns.
Since Luke was in desperate need of manpower on the lawless planet, teleportation was the best choice.
The members of the main team entered the hibernation box on Earth. The Level 3 clone placed them in Space 2, and the Level 2 clone took them out on the planet.
Including the hibernation process, it only took a few minutes for them to reach the planet from Earth.
The team members were greatly disappointed by this crazy package trip. They closed their eyes, and when they opened them in the next moment, they were already on an alien planet.
Where were the bright lights of the galaxy? Where was the thrill of travel? In the end… that was it?
Fortunately, they weren't disappointed by the diverse array of aliens and alien products on the alien planet.
The 'travel' part of this trip was over, but the 'fun' part had only just begun.
Now that he had a bunch of trustworthy and seasoned team members, Luke's looting operation officially began.
