Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

As the only woman on the team, her voice is recognizable.

"So it's my fault now? How can it be blamed on me? It's because the rocket took too many parts out of my spaceship!" Peter retorted loudly, "If he didn't take out the parts, the accelerator wouldn't come out. The problem, if there is no problem with the accelerator, we would have escaped from the disgusting tentacles of that cosmic monster long ago, let alone lose things!"

"Let me remind you, my friends, if it wasn't for the explosives I made by dismantling the parts—" said Rocket, who was accused by Peter, his voice suddenly turned louder and became deafening in the second half of the sentence Roaring, "We're all dead before we hit a space monster!"

"I'm Groot."

"We all know you're completely innocent in this, Groot, you can just shut up and drink your clean water," Peter said.

"It would be inappropriate to blame Peter. Obviously, on our team, I'm in charge of fighting, Gamora is like me, Rocket is in charge of technical problems, Groot is in charge of making us happy, and Peter is in charge of causing trouble and making everything go away. screwed up." Drax said, "We can't blame Peter, he did a great job at his job."

"Thank you for speaking up for me, big fool!"

Amid Rocket's arrogant laughter, Peter said angrily.

"This is the person you think can help me?" Angela asked quietly.

"Yes." Superman replied, "They are very unreliable most of the time, so my first choice is not them, but now it seems that they are the best choice."

The presence of Superman looms large in this chaotic cantina.

Probably because the tavern displayed the word "chaos" from the beginning to the end, the interior decoration of the tavern was very dilapidated, the tables and chairs were piled up in a mess, there was a layer of sticky dirt on the ceiling and floor, and the drinks The aroma is mixed with the strange and empty taste of Wucunzhi itself, forming a smell that can only be described as weird.

The people drinking and talking and laughing in the tavern also looked dirty and shabby, like human figures made up of garbage and clay, and limb damage abounded.

They were half paralyzed on the tables and chairs, telling cold jokes in their own language or exchanging secrets that only each other knew, seemingly lax, but actually vigilant.

These people are very harmonious with the environment of the tavern.

The two words Superman and "chaos" are completely irrelevant.

Even without mentioning his brand new and clean uniform and bright colors, not to mention the girl in his arms who looked as clean and pure as if she had just been born, not to mention his upright body, he walked with a persuasive and steady aura.

Just talking about the emotions conveyed in his clear blue eyes, so peaceful, so determined, so... I can’t tell, but he is undoubtedly brilliant, and he should stand in the palace to receive worship, not appear in this remote small freedom In the trading place, appeared in a dilapidated tavern.

The people who will appear in this tavern are not clean characters, and almost every guest carries a bounty from a different planet and country.

While Carl doesn't seem like the kind of character who would catch them for a bounty, every anomaly in the tavern rattles the nerves of these dangerous guests.

The tavern gradually became quiet, and everyone was paying attention to Superman's actions. Some people had vaguely heard of his reputation, and some people didn't know him at all, but they knew that it was definitely not easy for someone to appear so recklessly. , the sound of the Guardians of the Galaxy quarreling is particularly clear.

"...Stop blaming me! Enough! I am the leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy! You should all listen to me!"

Peter's voice overwhelmed all those arguing with him.

He realized that his team members shut their mouths after the sound and looked towards him. He felt a little complacent about this, and he was a little unbelievable: "Wow, I said before that I was the leader of the escort team You didn’t have such a reaction when I was there, what day is it today, you suddenly respect me? I just want to say keep it up... Hey, what are you looking at?”

"They're watching me," said Superman.

Peter jerked his head back, turning so hard that he nearly fell from his unsteady footing.

Fortunately, Superman gave him a hand in time, and before Peter could complain or thank him, Superman withdrew his hand.

"Hey, buddy, look how beautiful you are wearing!" Peter's eyes rolled around on Superman's chest, and then he turned to look at Drax, who was always naked from the upper body, "Drax, look He, the universe is so big, today I finally saw someone with pectoral muscles comparable to yours. Gamora doesn’t count, you know she’s a woman, and her thing doesn’t count as pectoral muscles either... Aww!”

Gamora gave Peter a merciless slap, and Peter grinned and rubbed the sore spot, then fell silent.

Superman kept a calm smile the whole time.

"Don't mind Peter, he's the most useless of our team. What do you want from us?" Rocket stepped out from the crowd, he raised his head and talked to Superman, his furry tail dangling behind his ass to maintain The balance between walking and walking.

Rocket is an illegally modified raccoon, only a little over 1.2 meters tall, which makes the dialogue between him and Superman less consistent.

But he seems completely used to being surrounded by everyone taller than him, and looks very comfortable looking up at Superman.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I think what I need most is the most useless man on your team, Peter Quill."

"Ha! What did I say?" Peter in the rear immediately became energetic, "I said that people can't do without my help! Dude, it's always right to ask me for something, don't you know me? My title—— "

"Star Lord."

Superman answered kindly, "Please call me Superman."

Whenever he proudly announced the name of "Star Lord", he was ignored by others, and Peter, who was jokingly called a small character, suddenly became happy: "I knew I was a big man! Look at him, he came all the way to ask me for help, there must be someone There is something big that I need to solve. My friends, you all got this order because of my free ride. Come on, come on, let's find a quieter place to discuss."

He said the last sentence to Superman. The partners behind him seemed to disagree with his decision, but no one objected. Peter grabbed Superman's shoulders and walked out. They followed Superman and Peter. Walked out of the tavern behind him.

"Is this your daughter?" Peter babbled. "She's lovely, but she doesn't look like you."

"Angela is not my daughter. In fact, what I need your help to do is related to Angela."

"I have a daughter too, about the same age as your Angela," said Drax the Destroyer.

Superman gave him a calm, slightly sad smile.

Drax always said "I had a daughter" instead of "I had a daughter", and for this straightforward alien who couldn't understand the rhetoric but could only understand the literal meaning, maybe this was what he could say. The most euphemistic way to describe the loss of her daughter.

Behind them, Groot reluctantly holds the water bottle in his hand.

"I'm Groot."

"You can pack your purified water, Groot, and take a broken bottle and no one will say anything," said Rocket in a nasty voice.

Peter took Superman back and forth in the land of no knowledge, and from time to time he would easily say hello to people who opened strange shops around him.

The members of the guards who followed Peter were also treated similarly. During this period, Rocket disappeared several times, and every time he reappeared, there would be some tinkling small objects on his body.

They seem to be quite happy here. The permanent residents of Wucunzhi Land, some don't like them, and some have a good relationship with them.

Finally Peter led Superman into a restaurant that looked much quieter and more luxurious than the tavern.

Probably a restaurant.

Peter seemed very familiar with this place. He swiped his card and opened a private room. A group of seven people sat in. Superman sat on one side with Angela in his arms, and the five members of the Guardians of the Galaxy sat on the other side.

"Okay, now we can start talking about business. Tell me, what do you need us for? We are bodyguards and thieves. If your bid is high enough, we don't mind being a killer. Of course, the little girl in your arms shouldn't need it." Such intense service. You want us to be bodyguards?"

"No, Peter, I need you as her teacher."

"Are you crazy or stupid!" Rocket yelled first, "I want Peter to be the teacher! Hahahaha I laughed so hard!"

"I'm Groot."

"You don't need to mention Groot, we all know that Peter is not a teacher material. What can he teach? How to screw up a mission that is guaranteed?" Rocket said.

Gamora didn't speak, but was clearly amused by Superman's words.

"I think his talent in this area can be used as a teacher." Drax, as usual, didn't realize that Rocket was sarcasm Peter, thinking seriously, "Based on my experience with Peter during this time, he almost To have an innate knowledge of how to make things go the worst way, I think that's pretty amazing."

Peter had grown accustomed to Drax's sense of humor, though most of the time he countered Rocket's taunts.

But this time he didn't, and he himself felt that Superman's proposal was too ridiculous: "Okay, okay, the joke is very interesting, but after the joke is finished, you should tell us what you want to do, buddy, Star-Lord's time is very Precious, we still have a lot to do, don't waste our time."

"I mean it." Carl put Angela down, and patted her on the head with the other hand.

Angela adjusted her state.

A dim light rose from the surface of her body, and she was suspended entirely from the chair, and the Guardians of the Galaxy watched her with different expressions, but none of them were too surprised.

Only Peter, he stared at Angela with wide eyes, his expression was both amazed and bewildered.

"This is what you want to show us? There are so many strange races in the universe, flying and glowing are nothing." Gamora was the first to break the silence, "I've seen a race ten thousand times stranger than her, Some of them have been looking for a real hero all their lives, and they are proud to be killed by each other."

"Because they can go to their heaven after being killed by true heroes, and their souls will be immortalized in the face of an honorable death." Carl continued, and he kept a calm smile. "I met one once. He asked I offer him an honorable death, but I can only regretfully say no, telling him he has turned to the wrong person for help."

"They never judge heroes well." Gamora stared at Superman.

"Maybe," Carl said, "but the point isn't whether I'm a hero, but whether I don't kill people."

Carl hadn't killed in the past, and he wouldn't kill in the future.

But it was not because of any moral or righteous factors, nor was it because he couldn't pass the test in his heart.

He doesn't kill because "Superman" never kills.