After hugging Rocket, the heavy and oppressive atmosphere inside the spaceship finally dissipated a bit.
"Now, I've decided..." Star-Lord looked around at everyone in the cabin with a solemn expression, his gaze carrying a rare sense of certainty,
"Let's go kick that bastard High Evolutionary's ass together, vent our anger hard for Rocket and his friends, who agrees and who opposes?"
Drax raised his fist first, shouting like a manic:
"Kick his ass!"
"I am Groot!" Groot also raised both hands and started shouting.
"Kick his ass!" Mantis was also infected by the atmosphere, raising her arms and shouting like them.
Gwen and the others were startled by her sudden excitement, looking at her with strange gazes, the looks clearly saying:
"You weren't this crazy when you were on Earth, were you?"
Stared at by Gwen and the others with strange gazes, Mantis couldn't help lowering her head in shyness, but just as she lowered her head bashfully and the atmosphere fell into a bafflingly awkward silence,
Adam Warlock, that idiot, started shouting again:
"Kick his ass! Woo~ Kick his ass! Although I don't know what this means, but... kick his ass!"
Slap~
Everyone slapped their foreheads simultaneously. When it comes to intelligence, you're still a cut above, kid!
After some fooling around, Rocket finally made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely:
"Then let's fucking do it."
Star-Lord was just waiting for these words! Getting Rocket's response, he immediately sat back in the pilot seat, pulled the control lever, and shouted:
"Buckle up everyone, target—OrgoCorp!"
...
After making several consecutive spatial jumps, Star-Lord in the front cabin suddenly whistled.
"We've arrived, everyone. Gotta say—that thing up ahead looks really disgusting."
Hearing this, everyone subconsciously squeezed to the front cabin's porthole, looked out through the wide curved glass, and then fell silent in unison.
In the star field ahead, a behemoth was floating in the void.
That thing was less a "spaceship" or "space station" and more a biological satellite floating in space.
As a whole, it presented a distinct celestial structure, with a central Planet and satellite belts surrounding its periphery.
But all of this was in the shape of bumpy, flesh-and-blood tissue!
Looking from afar, it was just like a giant mass of glowing rotten meat.
"Guys, I must remind you, it's not easy to force our way in here..." Rocket popularized with a serious expression:
"It has a triple defense structure. Once we are discovered while breaking through any layer of defense, the powerful firepower inside will instantly tear us to shreds."
Hearing this, everyone was silent for a moment, and then a fierce argument broke out.
Gamora thought Adam Warlock could be used as bait, Drax insisted that "real men should take it head-on," Star-Lord felt that "you guys underestimate my infiltration skills," and finally, because too many terrifying memories were left here, Rocket thought they shouldn't act rashly at the moment.
Peter leaned against the bulkhead, watching these people argue until their faces were red, and finally couldn't help clearing his throat:
"Everyone, have you forgotten how I got the destiny?"
Everyone's gaze fell on Peter in unison, and Rocket couldn't help saying excitedly:
"You mean you have a way to control the entire OrgoCorp just like you controlled the Chitauri fleet?"
"Bingo~ What infiltration or non-infiltration, just turn it straight into my mount." Peter said it with such righteous confidence that it left the Guardians of the Galaxy speechless—you're the only person in the entire Universe who can pull off this kind of playstyle.
After Peter made the final decision, he immediately took action, opening the cabin door and flying straight toward OrgoCorp.
The moment he detached from the spaceship, he used Susan's gene to perform optical invisibility. Not to mention OrgoCorp's surveillance system, even Rocket and the others couldn't lock onto where Peter had flown to.
Peter swaggered like this all the way to the surface of OrgoCorp's biological satellite, reaching out and pressing against the rotten-meat-like cabin body.
As his palm made contact with the satellite, the Stand Wheel of Fortune activated immediately, silently infiltrating OrgoCorp and completing the possession.
The action was so swift and covert that it didn't even arouse the suspicion of any engineer inside the cabin.
...
In the monitoring room, a blonde, red-skinned female staff member was listlessly browsing the surveillance footage in front of her—her job was to stare at dozens of surveillance screens in front of her to ensure the normal operation of each entry and exit of the spaceship.
Suddenly, she noticed that the surveillance footage at the main entrance flickered, and then instantly turned pitch black.
"Hmm?" She frowned, put down the datapad, picked up the communicator, and said: "Sector A1 outpost, your surveillance has a problem, go check what happened."
A muffled "Received" immediately came from the other end of the communicator.
During the brief moment the monitor operator was contacting security, OrgoCorp's gate opened, and the spaceship operated by the Guardians of the Galaxy dashed in like a streak of smoke.
The very next moment after the Guardians of the Galaxy spaceship completely drove into the inner passage, a team of outposts finally rushed to the main entrance.
Four guards wearing OrgoCorp uniforms stared dumbfounded at the suddenly opened gate, their faces plastered with "What is this situation?"
Without any authority, getting no notification, and receiving no intrusion message, it just opened up like that?
Several people were dazed for a moment, then reacted violently. The leading Captain picked up the walkie-talkie and was about to speak,
When an invisible spiritual pressure swept over from the passage, acting directly on their mental World.
Affected by this terrifying spiritual impact, the four guards rolled their eyes and immediately knelt on the ground.
"Done." Peter patted the non-existent dust on his body, and pointing in a certain direction following the information transmitted back by Wheel of Fortune in his mind, he said:
"Let's go, this direction leads straight to the monitoring room. Once that place is settled, we won't have to worry about this intrusion alarming anyone."
"It's already done?" Star-Lord widened his eyes in disbelief, stuttering as he asked:
"Not only did you fool the guards, but even the structural map of the entire spaceship has been completely controlled by you?"
"The phrase 'controlling the structural map' isn't actually accurate." Peter snapped his fingers leisurely,
"To be precise, what structure this spaceship will adopt now is entirely up to me."
The moment his words fell, the inner walls of the passage before everyone, which were still wrapped in biological flesh and blood, wriggled violently, and those muscle-fiber-like walls rapidly twisted and reorganized.
In the blink of an eye, a brand-new, straight passage leading directly to the monitoring room rapidly formed in front of everyone.
In the monitoring room, the female staff member drinking coffee inadvertently glanced up, and the coffee cup in her hand instantly dropped to the ground...
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