The voice coming from the headset was Luke's: "I'll give you a position. Rush out from here and turn left immediately for 200 meters. Rocket is waiting there for you to change your clothes."
Gamora was overjoyed: "Quill, run quickly."
Quill was blasted dozens of meters away with a bang, and sped up in a panic: "Know, I got it."
The two of them did not waste any more time and rushed out of the gap in the hills where Luke had marked the point. In front of them was a flat wasteland covered with heavy snow.
Making a sharp left turn, the two rushed towards the rocket two hundred meters away.
Before they could say anything, they heard a huge explosion behind them.
The air wave sent the two flying dozens of meters away, almost flying over the head of the rocket.
It was Drax who grabbed the two men with both hands and pulled them to the ground.
Rocket, who was ready to attack, took a Thousand Faces System in each hand and slammed them on the two men.
Quill: "What is this..."
Boom boom boom boom!
A series of explosions sounded behind the hill next to them, and the ground shook within a thousand meters and smoke filled the sky.
The leading mercenaries were caught off guard and were swept up by the air wave, falling over the last hill and scattering on the ground with a crackling sound.
Rocket held his head in his hands, but shouted excitedly: "Big Spoon, this C4 thing is really cool, give me some to play with when you go back."
"No problem." Luke responded casually, "There are still three or four hundred pursuers behind us, and they have surrounded us. Split into two groups and pretend that you don't know each other."
Rocket quickly signaled to Quill and Gamora to let Drax follow them, and then he took Mantis on the aircraft and flew away for a distance.
At this moment, Quill has been turned into a dark-skinned uncle by the Thousand Faces System, while Gamora is a brown hot girl.
In this way, the guards divided into two sides do not match the previous configuration of Quill and the other two in terms of race and skin color, and can completely pass off as genuine.
Although Luke can kill hundreds of pursuers behind him, he will attract more mercenaries and bandit gangs in the process.
If we don't kill thousands of those guys who want to get rich in one go, we won't be able to curb their impulses.
At that time, the predators might have to step in to deal with him, so as to avoid causing too much trouble and causing rumors to spread that this planet was deliberately eliminating its "clients".
For the land owners, reason and truth are not worth mentioning, interests are the most important.
A few seconds later, the chaotic pursuers crossed the last hill.
They are not subordinate to each other and of course there is no unified command.
The smoke and dust gradually settled, and the pursuers in the air and underground realized something was wrong: Damn it, where are the people
Quill's barely "handsome" appearance and Gamora's green skin are very eye-catching.
Entering the interstellar age, any goggles or aircraft have an automatic lock reminder function, but at this moment they have no target.
Of course, many people scanned and found that the Thousand Faces System on the guards was blocking the perspective, and it was obvious that they were wearing some kind of interference equipment.
But many mercenaries also have the same equipment - they also don't want to be seen through and locked.
The weakness of the pursuers' lack of unified command was exposed again, and they were unable to control the situation for a while.
However, Luke noticed that several large groups of more than 20 people moved to the periphery at the same time, eyeing the people in the circle covetously.
Apparently, there are smart people among the battle-hardened interstellar mercenaries.
They are all people who come here to make money. If anyone suddenly breaks away from the circle and runs away when the target disappears, he or she will definitely be a big suspect.
Quill reminded everyone in the team channel: "Pay attention to the groups of people in the outer circle. They were the ones who were staring at us just now, and they kept lagging behind, leaving the others to die."
Luke: Sure enough, there are talented people everywhere in this universe, and so are the bad guys.
Just as Quill finished his reminder, the teams seemed to have reached a consensus and turned on the aircraft's external broadcast: "Everyone, please pay attention and do not leave the scene. The target has changed his appearance and is hiding in the middle, ready to escape at any time."
After being reminded of this, people in the circle gradually understood.
People who knew each other gathered together and looked at the strangers around them suspiciously.
Fortunately, most people were strangers to each other, so Luke and his friends were able to get along.
"What should I do?" Gamora looked at the stabilized situation and knew that the situation would deteriorate quickly.
There were nearly five hundred people present, and only one or two hundred latecomers were truly worthy of suspicion.
As long as they were compared with the images of the mercenaries recorded during the previous pursuit, their unfamiliar faces could not be hidden.
Luke: "Then the thief cries thief! Rocket, you come and testify that I am an accomplice of the Guardians."
The guards were all confused: "Huh?"
Luke explained the next act: "Then I will try to silence you and take the opportunity to kill the people from the outer circle. After the chaos occurs, you will find a chance to leave."
Rocket: "What about you?"
Luke chuckled: "If you guys weren't here, I would have returned to the city a long time ago. They don't dare to bombard the city, so just go back and wait for me."
Quill felt that this was a bit like abandoning a friend: "How about I stay and pick you up?"
Luke could only tell the truth: "Didn't you see that I didn't show my face? If you dare to show your face, all the deaths today will be blamed on you."
Of course everyone understood.
As long as they don't show up, the subsequent casualties can be said to be the result of thieves fighting against thieves, or the consequence of a big melee, and the biggest blame will not fall on the escort team.
Luke waited a few seconds to give everyone time to figure out the difference, then he urged, "Okay, Rocket, start your show."
Rocket reacts very quickly, especially when he opens his mouth to curse, his mouth reacts faster than his brain.
"Damn it, that guy is in cahoots with the Guards. I saw him with them." The dwarf suddenly jumped on the ground, pointing at Luke who was floating in the air in a flying suit.
Everyone subconsciously turned their attention to him, their eyes sparkling: "Who?"
"It's that purple-skinned bald guy!" The dwarf seemed very anxious and kept jumping up and down.
The purple-skinned man that Luke transformed into suddenly changed his expression: "Asshole, you framed me? Go to hell!"
He moved, jumped onto a small aircraft not far away, knocked the three people on it away, and grabbed the rudder.
Biubiubiu!
The aircraft released a fan-shaped energy bomb that hit the side of Rocket.
Boom boom boom!
A dozen unlucky guys who were divided into three groups around the rocket were suddenly smashed into the sky.
Without waiting for anyone to react, Luke made a sharp turn in the aircraft and rushed into the sky. "Assholes, this dwarf must have been ordered by you. Go to hell!"
His target was the team with the largest number of people among the three teams that controlled the overall situation in the outer air.
Faced with the surprise attack, the team demonstrated excellent tactical skills and almost immediately turned their guns around and fired wildly at Luke's aircraft.
This reaction was quick and correct, but unfortunately it was the wrong opponent.