The Wittrum of the Marvel Universe

The spaceship takes off.

Star-Lord looked out the porthole at Chandar, which was getting further and further away.

"I was just here to sell something."

Rocket sneered.

"And then?"

Star-Lord sighed.

"Now it seems..."

He glanced at Gamora, Rocket, and Groot beside him.

"I might have to find another place to make money."

Rockets: "You wish!"

Gamora remained silent.

Gruth stretched out a branch.

"I am Groot."

Star-Lord's furrowed brows.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

The Rockets rolled their eyes.

"He said you're pretty good at causing trouble."

Star-Lord: "..."

A moment later.

He smiled bitterly.

"Thank you."

The spaceship flew over the city of Sunderland.

In the end.

They were imprisoned in the Nova Corps' space prison.

The heavy metal door closed slowly.

Star-Lord, Gamora, Rocket, and Groot were each locked up in a cell.

On the other side of the universe.

Ronan already knew the news.

The Cosmic Orb appears.

But it fell into the hands of the Nova Corps.

Ronan slowly clenched his fist.

At the same time.

Thanos also opened his eyes.

all.

It's just the beginning.

The Nova Corps's Space Prison.

The cold, metallic walls gleamed with a pale blue light.

The prison cells were arranged in neat rows.

This place holds dangerous criminals from all over the universe.

There are pirates.

There are smugglers.

There are interstellar plunderers.

There are even some madmen who have destroyed entire planets.

At this moment.

Star-Lord was lying on the bed in his cell, his hands behind his head.

"so……"

He stared at the ceiling.

"I'm just looking for something valuable."

"As a result, he's now in prison."

Star-Lord sighed.

"This is truly the worst day of my life."

Outside the prison cell.

Rocket sat on the ground, examining a metal part he had taken from a guard.

Groot stood to the side.

"I am Groot."

The rocket didn't even lift its nose.

"I know."

Chapter 172 The Collector

"I am Groot."

"Know!"

"I am Groot."

The rocket finally lifted off the ground.

"Could you at least let me finish taking this apart?"

Grutter blinked.

"I am Groot."

The Rockets remained silent.

"……never mind."

Not far away.

Gamora sat in her cell.

She kept her head down.

The expression on his face was completely different from that of others.

There was no anger.

There is no fear.

There was only a deep weariness.

Star-Lord watched her from across the cell for a while.

"What's your name?"

Gamora did not answer.

"Ok."

Star-Lord's shrug shoulders.

"Let me introduce myself first."

"Peter Quill".

Gamora finally looked up.

"I know."

Star-Lord paused for a moment.

"you know?"

"There are hardly any people in the Milky Way who don't know you now."

"Oh."

Star-Lord smiled.

"Looks like I'm pretty famous."

Gamora stared at him coldly.

"It is infamous."

Star-Lord's smile gradually disappeared.

"You really hurt people with your words."

Just then.

A huge commotion suddenly erupted from the other side of the corridor.

Boom!

The iron gate to the prison cell shook violently.

Several prison guards stumbled past.

"quick!"

Lock him up!

"Don't let him break free!"

Star-Lord sat up.

"who?"

The rocket also lifted its head.

"Listen to the sound..."

"This guy must be quite big."

next second.

A burly, almost exaggerated figure walked out from the end of the corridor.

Gray skin.

A strong and robust body.

His body was covered in scars.

His hands were bound by heavy restraints.

But even so.

The terrifying sense of oppression still silenced the surrounding prisoners.

The man was pushed into a cell.

The iron gate slammed shut.

He slowly turned around.

He revealed a pair of eyes filled with hatred.

Drax.