Black American Comics: Start with a Snap

Chapter 221 Is this guy your friend?
Rocket Raccoon just felt a splitting headache.

Its consciousness seemed to still be immersed in the dark chaos, and all kinds of exploding fragments of memories kept filling its mind, like twinkling stars.

There was a buzzing sound in his ears, as if he was surrounded by countless wasps, or like the noise caused by electric current, making his head even more dizzy.

In the haze, Rocket Raccoon heard voices, and the owners of the voices were a group of women. But when he wanted to hear what those people were saying, his consciousness returned to darkness again.

Rocket Raccoon tried desperately to concentrate and try to understand his surroundings, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape the darkness.

The only thing it could feel was that its body was moving.

The noise around me became louder, and my eyelids felt heavy as if they were filled with lead. I finally managed to open my eyes a crack, but the scene in front of me was blurry, as if there was a layer of gauze between them.

Directly above his eyes was a six-bulb headlight, the glaring light making Rocket Raccoon's already confused mind even more dizzy.

At the same time, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that someone was fiddling with something next to him. A familiar sound of metal collision was heard, followed by a strange voice.

".Biological Genetic Technology."

"It's obvious that this guy is a modified raccoon. Its entire genetic structure has been rewritten."

"What do you think? Was he born in the same lab as that weasel?"

"I don't know. There are too many crazy people these days. God knows which crazy scientist is going to revive his lover. But such advanced genetic modification may be done by the military."

"Who cares? No matter which lab this guy escaped from, it has nothing to do with us."

"Yeah, just send it there and hope the poor thing doesn't get eaten by those lunatics."

"Oh my god! There's a bomb planted inside its body."

The sound gradually became farther and farther away, and the pain in Rocket Raccoon's head came one after another, like surging waves, constantly impacting his already extremely fragile nerves.

A series of strange yet familiar scenes emerged, and Rocket Raccoon seemed to be dreaming.

In his dream, he saw a rabbit, a walrus, and an otter.

Rocket Raccoon couldn't help but shout loudly because of the confusion in his mind, but he couldn't hear his own voice no matter what. He could only smell the pungent smell of chemicals and metal around him.

Thoughts are like a kite with a broken string, and all light and shadow have become illusory.

I don't know how long it took.
"Laila!"

Sitting up suddenly, Rocket Raccoon's eyes widened.

Before he could come to his senses, a pain spread throughout his body, making Rocket Raccoon's face instantly hideous.

He lay back weakly, feeling the coldness of the floor. Only then did Rocket Raccoon slowly calm himself down.

Taking deep breaths and looking at the dim ceiling, his thoughts returned to his mind. Rocket Raccoon only felt his throat was extremely thirsty and burning with pain.

Just when it wanted to relax and have a good rest, suddenly, a sniffing sound came from not far away, sounding like a dog was smelling something.

Rocket Raccoon slowly raised his head and moved his gaze to the direction where the sound came from.

The next moment, it saw a tall and thin monster in the darkness staring at it with curiosity.

"Oh Farke!"

With a loud roar, Rocket Raccoon didn't know where he got the strength from, but he subconsciously used his hands and feet to push the ground, moving his body backwards, and stopped only when he reached the wall.

The monster was covered with dark yellow hair and looked like a tall ape, but it had two erect ears on its head and its face was more pointed.

Saliva kept secreting from its mouth with interlaced canine teeth, and the saliva fell straight to the ground. The monster shook its head slightly, sniffing the air and licking its lips.

God knows how Rocket Raccoon felt when he saw such a thing right after waking up from a coma. He instinctively prepared to pull out his gun.

But when its claws touched its lower back, it found that its whole body was stripped naked and only covered with a piece of orange rag.

There were bursts of subtle metal collision sounds.

Looking up, Rocket Raccoon suddenly noticed that the reason the monster didn't rush over to bite him to death immediately was because it had a metal collar around its neck.

The collar looked like it was made of special metal, with the other end connected to the wall, like a leash, restraining the monster within a certain range.

Noticing this scene, Rocket Raccoon also breathed a sigh of relief.

After making sure that the other party would not pose any threat to him for the time being, Rocket Raccoon looked around and determined his current location.

Blinking gently, Rocket Raccoon adjusted to the dim light around him and observed everything around him.

I found myself in a cold and gloomy metal room, surrounded by a smell of old rust. There were faint lights flickering in the corridor outside the railing, as if they could go out at any time.

The air was filled with a damp smell, there were puddles of liquid on the ground that were not sure whether they were water or something else, and there were dried black bloodstains on the walls.

He tried to move his body, and except for a slight headache, he didn't find any new injuries, which was a blessing in disguise. Turning his head, he stared at his 'roommate' who was ready to rush over and bite him at any time, and he sighed deeply.

It has vaguely recalled some things, such as the obviously abnormal Superman it saw before, and the group of female heroes known as the 'Justice League'.

In Rocket Raccoon's final memory, he was probably affected by the battle and fell into a coma, which led to him ending up in this hellhole.

He raised his hand and touched his head, and the severe pain made him grimace.

"Hiss - it looks like this will leave a scar."

Muttering something, Rocket Raccoon checked his body.

Sure enough, all the things were taken away, whether it was the belt that stored the nano suit, or his own clothes and tablet computer, all disappeared.

Now, it has nothing but a piece of rag on its body.

He grabbed the clothes with both hands and took a look. There was a line of numbers printed on the worn orange "clothes" - number 1703.

Rocket Raccoon, who had experienced countless imprisonment, recognized the meaning of this clothes at a glance.

He has visited hundreds of civilizations and seen all kinds of strange-looking aliens. If there is anything these civilizations have in common, it is that their prisons are all similar.

Rocket Raccoon, who was used to being caught, quickly realized his current situation. He was most likely caught by the group of superheroes and put in jail.

"Damn it! I didn't expect that Su Ze didn't find it, but found a group of lunatics from another world. It's really a disaster."

Looking at the dirty and messy environment around him, Rocket Raccoon felt inexplicably angry.

At this moment, a glimmer of light suddenly emerged.

The light was as blue as the ocean and quickly dispelled the darkness in the cell.

Rocket Raccoon's ears shot up.

Then, a familiar voice came into its ears.

"Missed me, Rocket?"

The voice was a little hoarse, low and deep. Although it was not very pleasant to hear, it was like the sound of nature to Rocket.

Turning his head suddenly, Rocket Raccoon's eyes widened as he looked at the extremely familiar figure.

"Suze!"

The dark blue light suddenly shrank, and the portal quickly disappeared in the air, and Su Ze's figure stopped in front of the rocket.

Looking at Rocket Raccoon, who was a little dirty but not seriously injured, Su Ze's tense face slowly relaxed.

"I'm so glad you're okay. You have no idea what Tony Stark and Bruce Banner looked like when they found out you were missing."

"You call it nothing? I almost died, you know? A group of them beat me up!" Rocket Raccoon pointed at the big bump on his head and couldn't help but curled his lips.

"Okay, I'm here."

Although he didn't know what Rocket Raccoon had encountered, Su Ze hurriedly squatted down and took out a simple medical device from his arms, Stark Technology.

"I guessed you had an accident. Look what I brought you."

The medical device was handed to Rocket Raccoon, and soon the device detected Rocket's current condition through a full-body scan.

Apart from concussion, the most serious injury is trauma. The medical device quickly extended a nozzle, which seemed to spray medicine to treat the trauma.

Rocket Raccoon raised the medical device high up, but his arms were a little short and he couldn't aim it above his head.

"Let me do it." Su Ze smiled, took the medical device and aimed it at the scar on Rocket Raccoon's head.

The next second, the indicator light of the medical device turned green, and a white mist of medicine was sprayed on the wound. The cool feeling made Rocket Raccoon shiver.

Rocket Raccoon felt a slight tingling sensation and his mouth twitched. Then he looked at Su Ze as if to shift his attention.

"how did you find me?"

"At first we thought there was something wrong with the device that opened the quantum tunnel, but then Tony and the others checked for a long time and couldn't find any problems. It felt like you suddenly disappeared from this world."

Su Ze explained softly while spraying the medicine.

"Fortunately, you still have some energy left in your body. I used the power of space to track your breath. It took me a long time to find your trace. Hard work pays off."

As he spoke, Su Ze suddenly turned his head, looked strangely at the non-human monster locked opposite the cell, and couldn't help asking.

"I wanted to ask this question early in the morning. Is this guy your friend?"

(End of this chapter)