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    The Sovereign fighter plane, which was silvery gray and flashed with light, was also approaching quickly.

    They have a round head and a round brain, and are only about one-fifth of the size of the Yanzi spacecraft. Their speed and flexibility are extremely amazing.

    Luke said in the escort's communication channel: "There are 572 aircraft in total, how about a competition, rocket?"

    Rocket adjusted the big gun to high-speed continuous fire mode, and the energy system began to hum precharge: "No problem, my big gun is already thirsty!"

    Luke chose the lowest speed burst mode, and the six barrels of the big gun slowly rotated: "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, go!"

    As the words fell, a series of energy beams emerged from the muzzles of one man and one bear, splashing brilliant bright yellow light bullets in the starry sky, flying towards the Sovereign fighter aircraft behind.

    The six-tube energy Gatling is also one of the mainstream sacred tools in the universe. It has the advantage of fast heat dissipation and is very practical.

    The little raccoon didnĄŻt use it much before because there was no high-quality energy.

    I had a lot of fun with Luke these days, so I took out the steel-titanium battery and used it.

    Bang bang bang bang!

    A series of explosions lit up the approaching Sovereign fighter plane. The fragments of the fighter plane that were exploded immediately hit the nearby fighter plane, causing a small chaos.

    The Sovereign fighter jets immediately widened their distance and continued to pounce.

    Ą°These are all drones anyway. To the Sovereigns, this battle is just a space battle game.

    Rocket laughed heartily, and did not release the fire button he held down. He flooded the small oval fighters with a dense rain of light bullets, and shouted crazily: "Come on, Sovereign's stinky Bichi! I'll beat you to death."  , IĄŻll beat you to death.Ą±

    Luke is much more low-key.

    The flames from the muzzle were only one-third of the raccoon's rate of fire, and they were firing rhythmically.

    The difference is efficiency.

    The rocket fires dozens of energy bombs per second to hit one or two fighter planes.

    Luke can fire at most two rounds of twelve rounds in one second, but he will definitely hit two fighters.

    The fighter planes targeted by him will be "encircled and suppressed" by the rain of light bullets. No matter how they move, they will "happenly" hit one and explode.

    The combination of the battle-tested super shooting skills and the primary precision ability is equally effective even in this cosmic battlefield.

    This is because the distance between the two sides is extremely far, and Luke must use a set of light bullets to maintain his hit rate.

    Once the opponent's fighter plane continues to approach, the ammunition required to hit a fighter plane will be reduced.

    The situation is not unexpected.

    Even with the firepower suppressed by Luke and Rocket, the Sovereign fighter planes still relied on their numerical advantage to reach a suitable firing distance.

    The same bright yellow light bullets shot out from behind followed, and the number was increasing.

    Quill no longer cared about driving smoothly, and the spacecraft began to move up, down, left and right in the starry sky, and kept rolling and rotating, trying to avoid the concentrated fire of the rain of bullets from behind.

    Lucky for Luke, he was supported by the armor, and with his feet attached to the deck, he remained stable and kept firing.

    Rocket was unlucky. He was thrown around and uttered a series of curses: "Quoyle, do you want to throw me out? Damn it, the muzzle of my gun is going to hit the back of your head."

    Quill yelled back: "I'm keeping them from blowing your head off."

    Rocket: "Get out!"

    For a moment, the two sides were twisting and turning in the starry sky, mingling.

    On average, the Yanzi spacecraft will be hit by one or two energy bombs every ten or twenty seconds, and the Sovereign fighter plane behind it is also constantly exploding with explosive light clusters.

    Rocket, who was unable to stabilize his body, could hardly fire. These were naturally the results of Luke's battle.

    In fact, what he felt at the moment was similar to that of a Sovereign who controlled a remote-controlled fighter plane.

    "It's just that the Sovereigns played a fighter game, and he played a shooting game.

    And as the Sovereign fighter plane approaches, the time for the energy bomb to fly in the starry sky is reduced, and Luke's hit speed is gradually increasing.

    In addition, the Sovereigns do not care about drones. After firing, many people subconsciously gathered together, making it easier to hit.

    Energy Gatling can blow up one in three or four rounds.

    Luke deliberately placed the red numbers in the upper right corner of the virtual light screen and kept flipping, which was similar to the feeling of scoring a pick-up game in his previous life.

    In a Sovereign flagship in the distance, a group of golden-skinned Sovereigns were sitting in rows of simulated fighter jets.on the device.

    On the screen in front of most people, there are the tumbling and escaping Yanzi spacecraft, and two lunatics who are biubiubiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu the back hatch.

    But dozens of fighter plane remote control screens turned light red without any images, indicating that the fighter planes they were driving were also shot down.

    Those who were shot down can only stand behind their companions who were not shot down, and watch and cheer.

    Interfering with the battle?  It doesn't exist, and there will be no casualties anyway.

    To them, this is really just a game.

    There is actually no benefit to chasing down the Guardians of the Galaxy.

    The escort itself is a group of poor people, and there will be no material gain from killing them.

    They are not extremely vicious gangsters, and killing them will not deter other criminals.

    The Guards are still very slippery and difficult to catch. They spend a lot of energy on revenge, just to vent their anger. This is really very consistent with the Sovereign temperament.

    This race lives by face.

    Except for those powerful races and big bosses, the Sovereigns act like a noble and aloof.

    ????????????????????? However, the Sovereign clan is ranked first in the universe in terms of strength and is still very wealthy, so there are not many people who insist on fighting with them.

    Only a guy like Rocket, who has a tendency to seek death, can flirt with Sovereign.

    For a while, the game hall -like fighters controlled the room and shouted in the room. There were also help to help the idea. Those who were blindly conducted.

    But after a few minutes, the content of the shouts and conversations gradually became unified: "Damn it, where did that black and white skull face come from?"

    "Why does he shoot so accurately?"

    "Ah, I was blown away too."

    "Ah ah ah, I obviously avoided it, why is the fighter plane still broken?"

    On the Yanzi spacecraft, Quill also noticed the change: "Wow, guys, great job, their firepower has been reduced by more than half! We can hold on until the jump window."

    Rocket couldn't help but ask: "Big Spoon, what's your secret to shooting? Tell me about it."

    Luke: "Talent cannot be taught."

    Quill's pressure was greatly reduced, and he immediately began to taunt the little raccoon: "Oh, has our shooting master also learned to flatter? This is really great."

    Rocket was furious, and the big gun fired another fierce burst of biubiu. He still told the truth: "You know how to play with your two broken pistols! Let's switch if you can."

    Quill: "Okay, come and change."

    Rocket: "Come on, come right away if you want."

    Gamora could only appear to suppress these two childish ghosts: "Okay, there are so many fighter planes chasing us behind!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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