Marvel turns into Iron Man

Chapter 620 618 Liwei

To this day, strictly speaking, Peter Quill has never really seen what a prison looks like.

In the past, although he was also doing some dangerous things, he was never really caught.

If it wasn't for the pigs around me...teammates, enemies, it doesn't matter...

If it weren't for these guys, I'm afraid Quill's impression of places like prisons still comes from various film and television works.

The positioning of Klin Prison is to accommodate life-imprisoned prisoners, and all the people here are people who have been sentenced to life-imprisonment.

Some of them are smugglers, some are murderers, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they have committed great crimes.

On the other hand, it seems to have responded to the outside world's description of Klin Prison.

The conditions and environment of this prison are not good. The single prisons are densely arranged in a ring, divided into seven or eight floors.

The guards here never cared about the situation of the prisoners, after all, it was impossible for the prisoners here to leave.

Except for some prisoners who ran into the guards or wanted to do something, the guards basically didn't care what the prisoners did.

The hall on the ground floor seemed to be an activity area for the prisoners, and the densely packed prisoners stayed together in groups.

This group of prisoners of different races and also from different places huddled tightly together here.

Probably only if they hold each other together, they will have a chance to survive here——

In the central area of ​​the square hall, a three- to four-story watchtower rises from the ground, which is a monitoring and management room for the guards.

All this was not told to him by someone, but the fact that Quill had already noticed when he came in.

The environment in the hall is not good, as if the sour smell from before has become stronger, making people feel sick.

However, compared to those things, it was the murderous eyes of the prisoners around who looked at it that made people more concerned.

While Quill was looking around, a football was thrown on his head, and Quill tilted his head.

Looking at the thrown football, on the second floor of the prison, several unattractive prisoners were yelling.

"You are dead! Murderer!"

"Murderer, you are not welcome here!"

Their eyes didn't fall on Quill, but passed him and fell on someone behind him.

This also made Quill turn around slowly, and what he saw was a green face that was trying to suppress himself.

"I'm going to kill you, Gamora!"

"Trash! Bitch!"

Perhaps, every new prisoner is greeted with eager attention by the old men in the prison.

However, it is probably the first time for Quill to be as popular as Gamora.

In the square of the prison, the prisoners shouted angrily, as if they wanted to eat Gamora alive.

But at the center of this vortex of condemnation, that slender figure was indifferent to everything.

"See, as I said, her name is well-known."

"Of the prisoners here, too many relatives died directly or indirectly under her father's hands."

Rocket smiled gloatingly, stretched out his elbow and poked Quill's calf.

But it wasn't until this time that Quill really understood what Rocket's description of Gamora meant.

He hadn't heard who Gamora's father was, but he could guess a little bit from the passionate prisoners.

"I bet she's only going to make it through a day at most, and then she's going to be, ho."

There was contempt in Rocket's words, but he didn't care that Gamora's face behind him became darker and darker.

"The guards here, are they really not..."

Quill walked, looking at the people around him vigilantly, still holding in his arms the roll of blanket distributed to him by the prison guards.

He was a little worried, if he was regarded as the companion of the green-skinned girl, whether he would be killed by these people in his dream.

"They are only responsible for preventing us from running out, even if people are dead, they don't care."

Compared with Quill's vigilance, the Rockets don't seem to care what the surrounding environment is like.

In other words, the chaotic environment similar to the prison is the place where the rocket is most suitable.

As it said, the Rockets have been in prison 22 times, and it is very familiar with the prison environment.

Those prisoners who had a grudge against Gamora became more and more agitated and began to gather towards the center of the square.

Even under such circumstances, Gamora still looked calm and didn't care.

In such a situation, if she wasn't capable of protecting herself here, she would be a pure fool.

As for Groot, he still walked quietly behind them, never expressing his opinion.

Quill thought so, and kept walking until he hit a wall—

Well, it doesn't look like a wall, but a prisoner wearing the same yellow uniform.

However, compared to the surrounding circle of prisoners, this prisoner has the same height as Groot.

Quill looked up the other's broad body, and saw a...disgusting face.

What a disgusting face is that?

It has never been that Quill discriminated against other people, after all, different people have different aesthetics, right?

Unfortunately, the prisoner who appeared in front of him had an indescribable face.

It looks like a water monster in a bad sci-fi TV show, but it stands upright.

"Whoa, look at this new little ass-"

Unlike the prisoners who condemned Gamora around, this big man with blue skin was talking to Quill.

"I'm going to smear you all over with Gunaveen liquid, and then have a good hair blow."

The big, disgusting-looking monster said disgusting words, and gently brushed Quill's cheek with his hand.

Quill swore that if it wasn't for the fact that there was nothing in his stomach, he would have vomited it up long ago.

If the gun in his hand hadn't been confiscated, he would have blown his head off with one shot.

The surrounding prisoners also shut up because of the appearance of this big man, and the square was surprisingly quiet for a while.

Fortunately, the person who rescued him has stretched out his hand, or in other words, the tree that rescued him has stretched out its branches.

Under Rocket's cue, Groot took two steps forward, stretched out his hand, and poked two twig fingers into the opponent's round nose.

The branch didn't just poke into his nose, it even continued down the windpipe.

This also brought him intense pain. He didn't care about anything, and tried hard to pull Groot's hand out.

It's a pity that Groot easily lifted him up and hung him in mid-air.

Maybe this unlucky ghost really relied on his own body to become a boss-like existence in the prison.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to run up to find fault so recklessly, and make the surrounding crowd shut up by the way.

But Rocket knows very well that if he is new to the prison, if he doesn't want to be bullied, he can only find a big guy to stand up for himself.

And isn't this big man who was found out of nowhere the most suitable role model for the Rockets and Groot to stand up here?

The poor, blue-skinned hunk was still hanging in the air by Groot, howling in pain.

But the prisoners watching around were also frightened by this weird tree man and took half a step back.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Rocket smacked his chest arrogantly and said indifferently.

"Let's be clear first—this kid's chrysanthemum belongs to us!"

PS:

I'm so tired, I need a ticket