American Comics: The Matrix.

Chapter 533 Bant is also a Bant

The great Felicia once said:
When playing together, you absolutely need five people!

So that night she met up with Mary Jane, Eunice, and Wanda, and the five of them started arranging their positions.

Some people say there are six people, but that would be a big mistake.

Because Felicia and her group of five were on one team, while Bant was on another.

Five against one, comparable to the Five Kage battling Madara Uchiha. Of course, the result was the same, and even the process was the same.

The rookie witch was as weak as a water shadow, and challenged Bant to a five-on-one fight. Then Bant used his clone ability, turning it into a twenty-five-on-five battle.

The evil witch was completely dumbfounded.

"Having more people won't help; he can create clones." The evil witch questioned the great Felicia's famous saying.

“If you don’t provoke him, he won’t use this trick.” Felicia said with teary eyes, “In my experience, he can handle five people with ease.”

"Each of us only needs to withstand two waves of attacks, and we won't suffer."

She said irritably.

It's like Thor fighting Ultron. Everything was going well, but then you had to pick on a Brazilian girl, and now you've been ganged up on.

"Remember this next time!"

She angrily slapped the evil witch, Little Piglet.

"Ouch, stop hitting me, it's swollen!"

On Bant's side, an epic battle had taken place, so fierce that the laws of cause and effect were almost obliterated. Meanwhile, in space, a dilapidated spaceship, resembling a petrel, was still flying. Inside the ship, Star-Lord's classic "Come and Get Your Love" melody played rhythmically.

Hey!

"What's the matter with your head? yeah~"

Star-Lord was singing and dancing when he got elbowed by Rocket.

"Can you please stop singing?"

"Your hoarse voice is disturbing my research on the Tetsoman engine technology." Rocket glared at him, still holding the blueprints in his hand.

"I'm the captain, what's wrong with me singing a song!" Star-Lord immediately retorted, "Look at this whole ship! Raccoons! Alien female insects! Trees! I'm practically a zookeeper!"

Everyone he called out looked bewildered, except for the Destroyer.

"Hahahaha, you're a fat pig."

Drax laughed like an idiot, not forgetting to mock Star-Lord's waist, which was almost as thick as his shoulders.

"Then you're a gorilla!"

The Rockets no longer care about being called the Raccoon, because he's realized he really is a raccoon.

"Stop arguing!" he shouted. "Can't you guys just let me study this in peace for a bit? If I can figure out these blueprints, maybe I can make our spaceship go a little faster!"

"My spaceship."

Star-Lord emphasized, then leaned back in his chair and said, "Why do you insist on studying this? The Celestials have upgraded our engine for free; just use it."

"What if it breaks one day?"

Rocket retorted irritably, "Who's flying like a drunk driver all day! Crashing into eight hundred asteroids a day?"

Without me, this team will fall apart sooner or later, no, it will die.

Star-Lord was speechless, and finally turned off the music, remaining quiet for a while.

Rocket continued studying the engine. After a while, he looked up and said, "What an ingenious design. I must say, there are geniuses in the universe."

"I've come up with an improvement."

"Could it make the spaceship faster?"

“No, it’s about turning the engine’s power into the weapon’s power.” Rocket grinned; this was his forte. “I need some rare metals and fuel.”

Star-Lord immediately became alert: "Just so you know, we don't have a habit of saving money."

“You don’t need to tell me,” Rocket tapped twice on the spaceship’s screen, and dozens of bounty posters flew over in the blink of an eye.

"stop!"

Star-Lord raised his hand and shouted, his eyes having just been flashed by countless zeros, “Go back!” Rocket retracted the bounty poster a few steps, stopping at a young American-style spiky boy with orange hair wearing a black denim jacket.

"This is it!"

"A reward of 100 million rare gold coins, plus a planet—who's that rich?"

"The bounty offered by the Tian Gong Craftsmen."

Rocket said, "I guess you're not planning to catch this guy, are you? Even the Tian Gong Society couldn't solve him, and the higher-ups said that all you need to do is provide the location information and report it immediately, and you'll get a hundred million."

"After we pull off this job, we're retiring, buddy!" Star-Lord's eyes seemed to light up.

"That's absolutely right, even being killed counts as permanent retirement," the Rockets objected.

He was also greedy for money, but he was aware of his own capabilities. If even the Heavenly Guild couldn't handle the enemy, they would only be easy prey if they went in.

"There is no enemy that the Heavenly Craftsmen cannot defeat."

Star-Lord said.

"Can you imagine that Bant Parker—"

“You should call him Chief Security Officer, Peter,” Mantis said.

"OK, Chief of Security. One of his girlfriends almost beat a god to a pulp, let alone him. There's no enemy he can't handle; it's just a matter of whether he's willing to make a move."

"The problems that Tian Gong works for may not be his problems. It may just be a trivial matter for him, and it's just that those electricians and plumbers are not capable enough."

"We're no less skilled than plumbers and electricians, are we?"

"What you said makes sense."

Rocket stroked his chin: "But where are we going to find that guy?"

Star-Lord remained silent.

He never thought of this. The only one with a brain in the whole team was Rocket, but now that Rocket has been persuaded, it's all over.

"I know!"

Drax raised his hand.

"you shut up!"

"Don't try to tell any lame jokes," Star-Lord snapped.

Mantis defends Drax: "He didn't, I can feel it, Drax really knows."

Rocket, Star-Lord, and even Mantis all turned to look at him.

Has this idiot finally figured it out today?

How did you know? Where is he?

"Right on our spaceship."

Drax said matter-of-factly.

"Walter?"

"How did he end up on our spaceship?"

“Of course I put him up here,” Drax said proudly. “At the last supply point, I saw he was all muscle and looked like a ‘man’! So I invited him.”

Star-Lord: ???
“He’s not like you, you fatso, Peter, he’s a real man!” Drax emphasized repeatedly.

"Who the hell cares about that!" Star-Lord had already pulled out his Elemental Gun.

"He's there!"

With over a billion dollars and a planet right in front of you, who cares if their body fat percentage is too high?
Peter just wanted to blow the other guy's head off as soon as possible and then go to the Heavenly Crafts Association to collect his money.

He already longed for the incredible suction sensation of those tentacle octopus girls in the Void.

“I don’t know, it disappeared after it got on the spaceship,” Delasco shook his head.

Rocket suddenly realized something was wrong: "Wait, which of us is piloting the spaceship?"

(End of this chapter)