2059 Let the Show Begin
Lukeâs voice came through Gamoraâs earpiece. âIâm going to give you a location. Charge out and in 200 meters, turn left. Rocket will be waiting for you there with disguises.â
Gamora exulted. âQuill, run!â
With a bang, Quill was sent flying dozens of meters again, and he sped up in a panic. âCough, cough, got it.â
They didnât waste any more time as they charged out of the opening in the hills that Luke had pointed out. In front of them was a flat wasteland covered in snow.
They suddenly turned left and charged toward Rocket, who was 200 meters away.
Before they could say anything, they heard a huge explosion behind them.
The shock wave sent them flying dozens of meters, and they almost flew over Rocketâs head.
It was Drax who grabbed them and pulled them to the ground.
Rocket, who had been ready and waiting, hit them each with a Thousand Faces System.
Quill: âWhatâs thisâŠâ
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
There was a series of explosions on the other side of the hill next to them, and the ground shook and dust filled the sky.
Caught off guard, the mercenaries in the front were swept up by the shock wave and fell in all directions over the last hill.
Rocket covered his head with his hands and shouted excitedly, âBig Spoon, C4 is really fun. Give me some to play with when we get back.â
âNo problem,â Luke replied casually. âThere are still 300 to 400 pursuers behind us. Theyâve surrounded us. Split up and pretend you donât know each other.â
Rocket hurriedly signaled to Quill and Gamora to play along, and got Drax to follow them, before he flew some distance away on the flier with Mantis.
At that moment, the Thousand Faces System had turned Quill into a dark-skinned uncle, and Gamora into a hot girl with brown-colored skin.
From their race to their skin color, all the Guardians now looked completely different.
Although Luke could get rid of the hundreds of pursuers, he would just attract more mercenaries and bandits.
At that time, if he didnât kill thousands of these guys who wanted to make a fortune in one go, it would be tough to fend them off.
At that time, the Ravagers might have to deal with him, in case rumors spread that this planet deliberately eliminated âclients.â
For landowners, reason and the truth werenât worth mentioning â it was benefits that were the most important.
A few seconds later, the noisy pursuers crossed the last hill.
They were from different factions, and naturally werenât under one unified command.
When the dust settled, the pursuers in the air and on the ground sensed that something wasnât right. F*ck, where were the targets?
Quillâs appearance, which could just barely be considered good-looking, and Gamoraâs green skin were very eye-catching.
In this interstellar age, a pair of goggles or a flier would have an automatic lock-on function, but there was no target right now.
Of course, it was clear to many people that the Guardians were wearing some sort of interference equipment to hide from scans.
But many mercenaries also had the same equipment â they, too, didnât want to be targeted.
The lack of order among the pursuers was once again exposed, and the situation fell into chaos for the time being.
Luke, however, noticed that several large teams of more than 20 people had moved to the periphery at the same time as they watched the people in the center.
Clearly, there were smart people among these space mercenaries who were battle veterans.
They were all here to make a fortune. If anyone suddenly broke away when the target was missing, they would definitely be a major suspect.
Quill warned everyone on the team channel, âPay attention to those people on the fringe. They were the ones who watched us earlier and kept dragging things out, letting the others die.â
Sure enough, there were talented people everywhere in the universe, and it was the same with bad guys.
Right after Quillâs reminder, it seemed those teams reached an agreement. A loudspeaker was turned on from the fliers. âEverybody, pay attention and donât leave the scene. The targets have changed their appearance. Theyâre hiding in the middle and are prepared to escape at any time.â
At this reminder, the people in the center gradually got it.
People who knew each other clustered together and looked suspiciously at the strangers around them.
Thankfully, most of them were strangers to begin with, so Luke and the others could still hang around.
âWhat should we do?â Looking at how things were settling down, Gamora knew that the situation was about to go south.
There were almost 500 people present, and only 100 or 200 of them were truly suspicious.
As long as the mercenaries went through their surveillance footage and carried out a process of elimination, it would be impossible for unfamiliar faces that had just appeared to hide.
Luke said, âThen cry wolf! Rocket, you tell them that Iâm an accomplice of the Guardians.â
The Guardians were dumbfounded. âHuh?â
Luke explained how the rest of the performance would go. âThen, Iâll try to silence you, and take advantage of the opportunity to kill the people on the fringe. During the chaos, look for an opportunity to escape.â
Rocket: âWhat about you?â
Luke chuckled. âIf you guys werenât here, I wouldâve returned to the city earlier on. They donât dare bombard the city. You can just go back and wait for me.â
This felt like they were abandoning a friend. Quill said, âHow about I stay behind to pick you up?â
Luke could only tell the truth. âThey donât know my face! If you dare show your faces, youâll be blamed for the deaths today.â
Everybody naturally understood.
As long as they didnât appear, the casualties could later be attributed to a gang fight, and the Guardians wouldnât cop the biggest blame.
Luke waited a few seconds for everyone to get it, before he urged, âOkay, Rocket, hurry up and start your performance.â
Rocket reacted quickly; in particular, when it came to cursing someone out, his mouth was faster than his brain.
âD*mn, that guyâs with the Guardians. I saw him with them.â A dwarf suddenly jumped up and down and pointed at Luke, who was floating in the air in his flight suit.
Everybody subconsciously turned their attention to him, their eyes glowing. âWho?â
âThat purple-skinned baldie!â The dwarf seemed extremely anxious as he stomped his foot.
The purple-skinned manâs face changed. âB*stard, are you trying to frame me? Go to hell!â
He dashed to a small flier not far away and knocked off the three people on it before he grabbed the wheel.
Biubiubiu!
The flier sent out a spray of energy bullets which hit⊠the people next to Rocket.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The dozen or so unlucky b*stards around Rocket were instantly sent flying.
Before anyone could react, Luke made a sharp turn and charged into the sky. âB*stards, you mustâve egged on that shorty. Go to hell!â
His target was none other than one of the three teams that were controlling the situation from the air, and it was the team with the most people.
In the face of a surprise attack, the team demonstrated excellent tactical skills. They immediately turned their guns and fired at Lukeâs flier.
Their reaction was quick and correct, but they had chosen the wrong opponent.