Star-Lord clapped his hands and hit his forehead. He was punched in the face by Thanos and his helmet was blown apart. Now his brain is still a mess. It is possible that he has a concussion with mild amnesia.

The rest of the Guardians of the Galaxy woke up one after another. They were familiar with the experience and had often hung out in the prisons of various empires in the universe. They soon calmed down.

Rocket Raccoon looked around and felt insulted because the railings were so far apart that he didn't even need to turn sideways and could just walk out.

"Quill, wait a moment, I'll go outside and steal the key." Rocket Raccoon said angrily, without any joy of successfully escaping from prison.

"Wow, wow, wow, raccoons can actually talk, it turns out you are not a pet!" Spider-Man kept his head stuck outside with an incredible look on his face.

Rocket Raccoon rolled his eyes at him and refused to pay any attention to Spider-Man. He was very confused as to why there would be such a funny guy in Thanos' prison.

Watching Rocket Raccoon tiptoeing out of the prison, Spider-Man began to get close to Star-Lord, hoping that the other party would help him escape from prison.

Stark: “…”

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Snap!

Star-Lord knew that his teammates could be very bad sometimes, but they could be bad depending on the situation. He had just acknowledged a little brother and promised to help him escape from prison, but not long after, he was slapped in the face.

"Man, speaking of plans, the thing we are worst at is acting according to plans. But don't worry, I also have a plan, and it's absolutely perfect." Star-Lord raised his eyebrows, and in full view of everyone, he reached out and unzipped his crotch and took out his treasure.

Little Spider: “…”

"Rocket, what are you doing? Don't tell me you walked out just so they can give you a new suite?"

Stark first gave them some ideological education. The lax Guardians of the Galaxy made him extremely worried: "I have a plan. There is only one chance. I hope everyone will act strictly according to the plan."

Bang!

"I'm Peter Parker, you can call me Spider-Man."

The unscrupulous teammates chattered about all kinds of possibilities, which gave Star-Lord a headache. He now just wanted to escape from prison as soon as possible and get Gamora back.

"It's too bad!" Stark shook his head and sighed. The reality made him fall into despair for a moment.

"Help!? Are you sure it's us who need help?" Stark pointed at the iron railings, the meaning was self-evident, you loser can't even escape from prison, how can you provide any decent help?

There was a slight sound of the lock of a single room door opening, and Stark walked out with a calm step. A ball of flowing metal in his palm kept changing its shape, opening the prison doors of Doctor Strange, Steve, and Black Widow one by one.

"Mr. Stark, you should trust me." Spider-Man said dissatisfiedly, feeling that his father was discriminating against him. "Stinky boy, I say this because I trust you."

"Hey man, are you from Earth?"

"If you mean Missouri in the United States, then you are from Earth." The conversation was a bit confusing, but the result gave Spider-Man hope of escaping prison, as he met his fellow Earth dwellers.

"Guys, has any of you seen Gamora?"

Star-Lord smiled awkwardly: "Yes, that's right, we are professionals."

Star-Lord was very proud of himself. Even though there were ladies present, he couldn't help but be very happy. "Of course I can't tell you where it is hidden. It's a secret. I have a special technique."

"What a lame name..."

"No, I didn't see her when I woke up."

The alien soldiers left, and Rocket Raccoon moved to a small single room, hanging by an iron chain in the air in the corridor.

"Eat and drink in black!" Drax.

"Mr. Stark, I think what he said is very..."

Without the two main fighting forces, Stark and Doctor Strange, Steve and Black Widow were unarmed. The only one among the five who still had fighting power was the funny Spider.

"Peter Jason Quill, nicknamed 'Star-Lord'!"

In the end, Stark released the Guardians of the Galaxy. Although he didn't count much on this group of people, more people meant more strength. At the very least, a few more cannon fodder to plug the loopholes would be good.

"I am Groot!" Groot the Treeman.

This game console modified by Rocket Raccoon has comprehensive functions and can be used as a remote signal transmitter. Because it was brought from Earth by Star-Lord when he was a child, it has great significance and he treasures this game console very much.

“No, I’m from Missouri.”

Is there another dimension hidden in your crotch?

A group of people gathered in the corridor. Stark clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention and said, "Listen, maybe this is the first time we met today, and we won't have any intersection again in the future, but this time we must work together."

The two funny guys named Peter felt that they had similar personalities the more they talked. Upon learning that they had a common enemy in Thanos, Star-Lord generously said that when Rocket Raccoon stole the key, he would take him away with him.

"We'll take any job as long as we can afford it." Rocket Raccoon.

"There are a lot of guards outside the door. We need to formulate a good battle plan." Stark rubbed his temple in annoyance. Only a small piece of the blood-edge armor was left, and the energy it contained was not enough to transform into a weapon. This meant that he could do nothing but sneak in and pick the lock.

The most troublesome one is Spider-Man, whose head is stuck tightly. In the end, he managed to get out with the help of some tricks taught by Black Widow. Several Avengers gathered together to discuss how to escape from the planet. The first step is to leave the prison.

"Quil, you are so awesome. Where did you hide it? Even my dentures with bombs in them were pried away. Why didn't they find this game console?" Rocket Raccoon picked up the game console and started clicking on the buttons continuously.

Everyone was stunned, especially Doctor Strange. His magic props were not as good as a pair of shorts. He felt like he was being targeted.

"Murder and robbery!" Mantis Girl.

"Shut up, brat. From now on, I don't want to hear a single word from you." Stark interrupted Spider-Man, exchanged glances with Steve and the other two, and continued to ask Star-Lord, "Who are you?"

"If I let you out, what can you do? Or, what are you good at?" Stark changed the question.

"Shut up, Quill, you don't know, I just opened the door and there were more than a thousand guns pointed at me outside." Rocket Raccoon was also very depressed.

An old game console!

Not only him, but the equipment of several other people was also removed. Steve's shield, Black Widow's small props, Doctor Strange's cape and magic props, all of them were gone. Doctor Strange was the worst, his magic was sealed by Thanos himself, Stark could still pry open the door, he was just a drag.

"Guardians of the Galaxy!"

At this moment, Star-Lord hammered the alloy railing and shouted: "My dear fellow Earthlings, do you need help?"

The prison door was pushed open, and a group of alien soldiers walked in with guns. The one in front was holding an alloy cage with Rocket Raccoon locked inside.

"Okay now, we're going to stay here for a while." Star-Lord spread his hands helplessly, visions of several teammates, and suddenly found that one person was missing.

"Sorry, I don't know anything. I was the first one to faint. Maybe she escaped, or more likely Thanos left her a princess suite. You know, she's different from us."

"This iron fence doesn't mean anything. The more people we have, the better. You need our strength, don't you?" Star-Lord gave his little brother Spider-Man a look.

Stark covered his face with his hands, and he didn't know where to start saying MMP in his heart. He was becoming less and less confident in escaping this planet.

"Listen, man, you don't have to worry. I know a super-powerful pervert. You may not believe me, but I saw him beat up Thanos. My plan is to send him a distress signal through the transmitter, and then wait for him to rescue us." Star-Lord said that if you have a big shot, you have to cling to it. It's too dangerous to risk your life to escape from prison. What if you run into Thanos when you go out? "Quill, your plan may be aborted. This game console is out of battery." Rocket Raccoon fiddled with it for a while, looked up and said seriously.

"What?"

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