Super Detective in the Fictional World

2058 Slaughter Truck-Style Rescue

The less people there were, the slower the search. It would be a while before they could find the spaceship, and Luke and Rocket had already changed their appearance and slipped out by then.

The man and the raccoon had no intention of paying attention to these dirtbags. They simply headed straight for Drax and Mantis’s last known location.

Compared with the fierce Gamora and the slippery Quill, Drax and Mantis, these two bimbos, were the ones who were in urgent need of rescue.

Word of capturing the Guardians of the Galaxy spread, and there were plenty of people flying around, but no one took notice of Luke and Rocket — the Guardians didn’t have a purple-skinned individual or a dwarf.

Looking at the chaos in the entertainment district, Rocket couldn’t help but worry. “Big Spoon, can you really find Drax and Mantis?”

Luke said, “Follow me. Remember, they have to be quick to disguise themselves. I still want to grab the stuff, and it’ll be inconvenient if we have to kill all witnesses.”

Rocket: …Are you driving a slaughter truck?!

Luke soon reached the last location where they lost contact with Drax and Mantis. He activated Sharp Nose.

Beckoning Rocket over, he turned onto a side street.

He walked hundreds of meters down the street and passed through several buildings filled with cursing and injured merceneries; anyone who came looking for trouble was sent flying with a punch, and Luke never stopped moving.

After several twists and turns through alleys filled with all sorts of junk and trash, Luke stopped.

Rocket: “We’re here?”

Luke nodded and closed his eyes to carefully sense the distribution of the scent molecules.

A moment later, he opened his eyes. “Set up the signal jammer for three seconds. I’ll charge in. You follow me.”

Rocket: “Hm, your plan is really simple and straightforward.”

Luke rubbed Rocket’s head. “As long as we’re fast, the plan won’t be able to keep up with us.”

Rocket was baffled. “Fine.”

As he spoke, he activated the signal jammer in his hand and counted down in his heart: 3, 2, 1.

Swoosh!

There was the sound of rushing wind as Luke moved 50% faster than what his flight suit was capable of. He left a blurry purple shadow in the air as he charged into a two-story building 200 meters away.

At that moment, Rocket hadn’t even flown 20 meters.

He couldn’t help but exclaim, “Holy sh*t, awesome!”

At the same time, there was the faint flurry of heavy thuds.

When Rocket rushed into the building, he heard Luke’s voice in his earpiece. “Come upstairs.”

Rocket only had time to look left and right, and he saw more than ten strange-looking alien mercenaries scattered around in various postures, such as stuck in the wall, spread-eagled on the ground, hanging from the ceiling, slumped over a table, or curled in on themselves.

When Rocket flew up the metal stairs to the second floor, the six mercenaries in front of him finally had something in common — all their heads were stuck in the floor, and they weren’t moving.

The little raccoon exclaimed again. He didn’t stop as he went over to a metal cage and handed over the Thousand Faces System and a protective flight suit. “Dude with a chest complex, put these on quickly, or you’ll be caught and locked up in a cage again.”

As Rocket spoke, he winked with his left eye.

Stunned for a moment, Drax then flew into a rage. “You d*mn…”

Rocket raised a finger and pressed it to his mouth. “Don’t talk. Put on your flight suit first.”

Although Drax was a little simple-minded, he still understood the basic logic.

He recognized Rocket from his familiar mocking tone and gestures.

Rocket had turned into a dwarf; he clearly didn’t want to be recognized.

The protective suit would block sound from leaking out and they would be able to talk on the team channel.

A conman? Drax didn’t consider the possibility.

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?”