He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

A white light enveloped the rocket's entire body, spreading from its claws all the way to the tips of its ears.

This feeling is strange.

It wasn't pain, but a tingling sensation like being completely disassembled and then reassembled.

It's as if countless extremely thin wires are drilling into the metal joints on the spine, then exploding inside the body into a dense network.

The light faded.

On the pebble beach, everyone's eyes were focused on the rocket.

A suit of armor, predominantly white, covered the entire rocket.

The most eye-catching item is the helmet.

Its compound eyes have a hexagonal honeycomb structure and emit an orange light, completely different from Rocket's usual shrewd and cunning little eyes.

The entire suit of armor features sharp, clean lines, with every corner exuding a rugged, industrial aesthetic.

Not flashy, not ostentatious.

Purely a weapon.

"oh……"

Rocket looked down at its armored claws and flexed its knuckles.

The metal joints emit a precise clicking sound, with a response time of almost zero delay.

"etc."

The sound of a rocket came from inside the helmet, with a husky quality filtered through metal.

He raised his right arm and stared at the neatly arranged miniature switch panels on the outside of his forearm.

Forty switches.

Each one is labeled with a number and a function abbreviation.

01 Rocket Engine.

Radar 23.

31 drill bits.

……

"this……"

The rocket's claw hovered in the air for two seconds.

Then, purely out of an engineer's instinct, he pressed switch number 23.

Ding!

"Scanning mode activated."

The driver emitted electronic sounds, the honeycomb compound eyes switched to light blue, and an extra layer of data analysis appeared wherever the eye could see.

The terrain, rock density, air composition, wind speed and direction, and even the distribution of underground mineral veins within a three-kilometer radius are all projected onto the rocket in a three-dimensional holographic manner.

Rocket gasped and began trying out other switches one by one.

click!

The armor plate on the right forearm flipped open, and a high-speed chainsaw was ejected from inside.

The saw teeth spun at high speed, emitting a piercing hiss.

With a casual wave of his hand, Rocket sliced ​​a boulder as tall as two people in front of him in two.

"..."

The rocket's breathing became heavier.

He frantically pressed three switches in a row.

Gravity anchor No. 18!

A cone-shaped device popped out from the left arm, crashing into the ground and generating a blue gravitational field that crushed all the rubble within a five-meter radius into powder.

Drill bit #31!

The armor below the right knee rotated and reassembled, transforming the entire lower leg into a high-speed auger, carving a three-meter-deep pit in the ground.

Electromagnetic Shield No. 07!

A semi-transparent pale blue force field lit up the surface of the full-body armor, and several flying pebbles collided with it, silently turning into dust.

"Stark, come here!"

Rocket turned around excitedly and shouted at Tony.

"What are you doing?" Tony raised an eyebrow but didn't move.

"Fire at me!"

Tony tilted his head and glanced at him, then drew a beam of energy from his palm through the driver.

The electromagnetic shield blocked the attack without any fluctuation; the energy dissipated on the surface of the force field without even a ripple.

Rocket saw the energy decay data of the shield inside his helmet.

0.3 percent.

Only 0.3 percent.

"Hehe...hehehe..."

Rocket's laughter came from inside his helmet, starting softly and then growing louder.

Switch number 01 lit up.

Rocket engine.

Without hesitation, he pressed down with his thumb.

The rocket's right hand then reformed into the shape of a rocket, and began to spew out blue and white tail flames.

Swish!

The rocket's body soared into the air, transforming into a white streak of light, and broke through the atmosphere within three seconds.

"He flew away?" Star-Lord's jaw nearly dropped.

"More than that." Tony stared at the data projection on his wrist, his expression subtle. "This acceleration..."

Before he could finish speaking, the white streak of light made a sharp turn in outer space, circled halfway around the desolate planet, and then swooped back at an even faster speed.

The sonic boom's shockwave overturned the rubble on the ground, forcing everyone to take several steps back.

The rocket hovered steadily in mid-air, the exhaust flames from its thrusters scorching the rock beneath its feet, causing it to crack and glow red.

Then he began the really crazy tests.

No. 02, a miniature missile!

The hatches on both sides of the shoulder armor popped open, and twelve tracking missiles shot out one after another, leaving complex trajectories in the air, accurately hitting six rock pillars in the distance, blasting them into a sky full of debris.

Number 09, High-Frequency Oscillating Knife!

The rocket on his right arm retracted, and a short blade that hummed throughout its body popped out.

The rocket swooped down and swept across the ground, its blade slicing through a boulder the size of a spaceship, the rock slowly sliding away along the cut.

Number 15, Particle Scattering Cannon!

The grooves in the center of the breastplate lit up, converging into a fan-shaped energy wave that swept across the gravel beach directly in front.

Wherever it goes, not a blade of grass grows.

Although this planet was originally barren.

But at least one layer of rock was cut away.

Rocket's maniacal laughter echoed from the sky, reverberating across the entire scree beach.

"Hahahaha!!! This is what you call real gear!!!"

He did three somersaults in mid-air, the blue and white trails of flame from his thrusters drawing a crooked smiley face against the hazy sky.

"Forty modules! Forty different tactics! When they're firing at full power, it's practically a mobile arsenal!"

The rocket landed in front of everyone, leaving two shallow craters on the metal boot soles.

He canceled the transformation, revealing his hairy face once more.

His eyes shone brightly, his nose was bright red, and his ears stood straight up.

"Li Ang!"

"what?"

I take back what I just said about you being a profiteer.

"Oh?"

"Take back half," Rocket grinned. "After all, this thing is really expensive."

He tucked his helmet under his arm, swished his tail, and strode back into the crowd.

"My luck has run out today."

Rocket patted the drive on his waist, his face full of smugness.

"There are two gashapon capsules left, right? Let someone else have them, I'm not touching them."

"Why?" Star-Lord's eyes widened.

"Only an idiot would know that." Rocket rolled his eyes. "Using up all your luck at once is suicide."

"I've already gotten a legendary gold item today. If I get anything good next, we're definitely in trouble!"

Star-Lord opened his mouth.

He glanced down at the quiet revolver in its holster at his waist, and could faintly hear the clicking sound of the little figure eating snacks coming from the magazine.

Then take a look at the rocket's white armor.

His eyes dimmed for a moment.

"Quail, your envious look is too obvious."

Tony, with his hands in his pockets, glanced at him.

"What's there to envy? I'm not envious at all!"

Star-Lord turned his face to the other side.

Berets Number One poked their heads out from inside the chamber: "He's jealous. I can smell the sourness."

"Shut up!!!"

"Who wants the remaining two premium gashapon capsules?"

Li Ang put down his teacup and looked around.

He looked at Drax.

Drax crossed his arms and shook his head.

"No need." He patted the twin swords at his waist, his voice calm.

"The shark gun was fun, good for entertainment, but in a real fight, the knife is still more comfortable."

He glanced at the crater left by the rocket in the distance, his face expressionless.

"Besides, that kind of flying-around fighting style doesn't suit me. I prefer to look into the enemy's eyes and plunge the knife into their chest."

"Mantis Woman?" Li Ang turned his head.

The praying mantis was crouching on the ground, carefully cradling a piece of gravel in her hands, her antennae swaying slightly.

"The stone is so cold...it's so lonely..."

"She's not interested," Star-Lord answered for her.

"Groot?"

Young Groot didn't even look up, his fingers frantically tapping on the game console screen, mumbling incoherently.

"I am Groot."

Rocket Translation: "He said don't bother him, he's fighting the final boss."

Li Ang's gaze fell on Xingyun.

Nebula leaned against the bulkhead, arms crossed, her mechanical eyes scanning the gashapon machine before moving away.

"You don't need to look at me."

Her voice was icy, leaving no room for negotiation.

"I don't need anyone's charity."

After finishing her sentence, Nebula turned and walked into the spaceship's interior, her metallic footsteps fading into the distance.

There was a two-second silence on the pebble beach.

All eyes turned in the same direction.

Gamora was leaning against the hatch, wiping the blade of the Godslayer Blade.

"I?"