"Tell me how many Star Coins!"

Rocket waved his hand, looking unwilling to meet the other party.

"Ten thousand seventeen!"

"Star dust?"

"Okay," Nustin looked at the other party who was pretending to be stupid, and sneered, "I can help you change the exterior coating of the ship that is about to fall apart, there are 170,000 color matching patterns for you to choose from." ”

"When the coating is replaced, you will drive your 'ninety percent new' broken ship out of my repair shop!"

"Oh, by the way," the boss of the repair shop touched his fist-sized earlobe, as if he had just remembered something: "The ship's power system is 97 percent damaged, you can't drive away, for the sake of old friends, I can give you a few metal alloy oars, you can use them to see if you can use them to row a spaceship in space like a surface navigation tool to start a living planet." ”

"Also, the main body of the hull is also badly damaged, and the air circulation system is unusable, but it doesn't matter, you can wear two more layers of cosmic suits!"

"Gravity aspect...... I'm going to take a bit of a loss, I'm welding a fixed chain to your ship, and you can wrap it around your body to make sure you don't break away from the spaceship, after all, once you get out of ......"

Nustin shook his head and let out a "tsk" sound, as if he had foreseen some terrible scene: "That's a spaceship powered by oars 'Meteorfire', once you are relatively separated from it, even for a moment, you will never see its tail flame again!"

"Yes," Rocket pursed his lips and snorted, "The paddled spaceship, don't talk about me, even the legendary Lord of the World is here, and it is impossible to see its tail flame!"

"So, 17,000 star chips are definitely worth the money!"

Nustin accentuated his tone on "value for money", and the meaning he wanted to express was almost engraved on his face.

"Hmph-"

The rocket, who failed to "bargain", expressed disdain for Nustin's stingy character, and was about to say something more, but suddenly reacted and frowned: "No, I drove the spacecraft back, how can the power system be as high as 97% broken?"

"That's what I'm curious about," Nustin calmly brought himself a glass of water, and said along with the rocket's words, "Why didn't that ship explode on your way?"

"You want to believe that your good fortune is your business, and I can't risk turning into space junk and park your ship in the pit area as it is, so I dismantled the energy core on the ship in the first place. ”

"I can reinstall it for you if you insist, but before you do that, I have to give you a suggestion - let Groot stay here!"

"You know, Rocket, I don't have time to be with those Gold Diggers and search for your corpse in the floating cosmic garbage, but I don't think Groot will turn down this tedious but loving job, and when he finds your scattered wreckage, I can make you an alloy locket for free. ”

"Who wants your locket!"

Rocket scolded Nustin angrily, with a lingering fear in his heart.

Impulsiveness is indeed one of the greatest crises of intelligent life, and the thought that he and Groot's return journey almost became a firework in the universe makes Rocket have an urge to slap himself.

But impulsiveness is bad, so he didn't take action.

"17,000 Star Coins is 17,000 Star Coins!"

The sound of the rocket was muffled, as if it had been squeezed out of the depths of the gums.

Of course, he didn't notice a moment of weakness in Nustin's eyes, and by the time he turned his head, the owner of the repair shop had returned to normal.

"By the way, I forgot to ask, how did you get so messed up?"

Nustin subconsciously changed the subject, and was indeed curious about the deflated experience of the villain raccoon and the wooden treeman.

He understands the level of the other party, although he has always been in the middle and lower echelons of the interstellar hunter group, but his real strength is definitely not weak, and it is not a small situation to make him fall into such a mess and even the most precious spaceship is about to be scrapped.

"Groot and I have done a big deal out of the 'modder' bitch-raised fleet, and now they don't know which repair shop they're hiding in and crying!"

When it comes to the "good deeds" he has done, the rocket is interested, and the tail behind him is wagging and shaking, full of indescribable pride.

"You...... Why do you bother?"

Nustin wanted to say "You're crazy", but the tone changed when the words came to his lips.

He knew the resentment in Rocket's heart, and could only shake his head and sigh at this.

The "Modder" is notorious even among the "Star Hunter" community, and he and his men are more of a madman with the name "Star Hunter" than a "Star Hunter".

He often uses missions as an excuse to go to some remote galaxies with less developed technology to capture people.

Not for trafficking, but for research.

It is said that he was once an ordinary human being, who was captured by a wandering civilization in a certain universe to make experimental materials, and after research, he discarded it on a living planet.

As a trace of the experiment, unlike ordinary humans, the small half of his body, including his right hand, is made of black metal, which gives him great strength and also brings him serious side effects.

Therefore, after years of wandering and finally finding the wandering civilization to take revenge, he obtained part of the research files of the time, and decided to delve deeper to solve his own problems.

No one knows how he progressed, only that his capture of living beings became more and more rampant, and even often plundered and even destroyed some intelligent civilizations that had not developed into the interstellar age, in order to satisfy his perverted desire for destruction.

So, the trouble for the rocket to find a "modder" is understandable.

He himself is just one of the pets of the caretakers of the alien asylum, and because of the departure of the caretakers and the idea of increasing the number of intelligent robots left behind, he has been highly mechanized to become what he is now, which is why he is discriminated against at every turn.

This discrimination is reflected in many subconscious actions, such as the "Rocket Raccoon" that he has become accustomed to and is called by others.

As is customary, he should be called "Raccoon" Rocket, "Raccoon" is the nickname, and Rocket is the name, not "a raccoon called Rocket" - "Rocket Raccoon".

The inversion of the subject-verb means that many people do not classify him as an intelligent life at all, they only see him as a lucky, changed, talking, and somewhat strange modified animal, and even some people have contemptuously and for no reason suspected that the reason why he has the due reaction of intelligent life is completely the result of the deduction and calculation of the chip in the brain, and he is essentially just a robot animal who can't even be the master of his own joy and anger, an artificial intelligence in fur.

Therefore, in the early years of his interstellar activity, he was taken in by the interstellar prison ten times, at least eight times because he taught the guy with such shit thoughts a hard lesson.