At a deserted park five kilometers away from the tire shop, Broly changed into khaki pants and a short-sleeved T-shirt. Aside from his muscular build and fierce eyes, which stood out, he looked no different from an ordinary Texas farmer.
At that moment, he was wearing Combat Detection Glasses, practicing Satan-style martial arts while monitoring the tire shop from several kilometers away through the glasses.
The massacre inside the tire shop was discovered half an hour later, and witnesses immediately called the police. The El Paso Police Department soon handed the case over to the FBI, as this type of suspected mutant crime was beyond their capabilities.
Ordinary humans could not push a Dodge Ram weighing over two tons more than three meters, crushing three people into a pulp.
Lately, individuals with above-average combat capabilities had been lurking around the tire shop, including FBI agents and members of the Reyes Group, all trying to identify the attacker.
Broly stopped his punches; he could see that his Satan-style martial arts had reached Lv9. His body’s martial arts talent was remarkable; the Satan-style martial arts, though not a complex martial art, had reached levels Satan himself had never achieved in just a few days.
The Lv9 Satan-style martial arts provided him with two passive skills:
[Satan-style Martial Arts Lv4: Iron Body – Long-term rigorous training has made your body exceed the limits of toughness, Toughness +5]
[Satan-style Martial Arts Lv7: Iron Fist – Pushing your training to the limits has given you strength beyond human capabilities. The surging energy gives your fists destructive power beyond limits]
Satan probably only had Lv4 in Dragon Ball, surviving the Cell Games with his Iron Body. His daughter, Videl, must have surpassed Lv7, mastering the power of Ki, allowing her to learn flight techniques in a short time.
Broly felt his muscles and skin become much tougher, and a destructive power was stirring. However, Satan-style martial arts did not include techniques to control Ki, only allowing him to release this power through his fists and feet.
Wiping his face with a towel, he picked up a hoodie lying nearby and put it on, covering his noticeable long hair and Combat Detection Glasses.
His towering figure moved against the crowd like a great white shark hunting among fish.
Broly’s target was a middle-aged man with a weathered face. His hand naturally rested on the man’s shoulder, and with a slight effort, he clamped down, rendering the man unable to move or speak. The two appeared to be close old friends as they walked into a secluded alley.
Once he let go, the middle-aged man tried to counterattack. He must have been rigorously trained; his moves were fierce, and he was skilled in joint locks. But he was like a baby under Broly’s hand, easily subdued again.
“I mean no harm,” Broly said as he tossed back the handgun he had taken: “This toy can’t hurt me.”
Alejandro awkwardly caught the gun, holding it while eyeing Broly warily.
(A character from the movie Sicario, a well-regarded film)
“Are you the mutant who killed everyone in the tire shop?”
Broly did not deny it.
“I know you too; you must be from the FBI and have a deep grudge against the Reyes Group.”
Alejandro was obviously a very thoughtful man, his expression unchanged.
“Three days ago, you appeared at the scene with an FBI team, and since then, you’ve been stalking the area alone. You also secretly detained a member of the Reyes Group, tortured him, and then killed him.”
Broly continued, using his Combat Detection Glasses to deduce what had happened.
Alejandro’s gaze shifted slightly, realizing how cautiously he had been operating. How had this mutant tracked him? Could he be a psychic mutant, but why is he so strong? Unfortunately, this man was wrong; Alejandro was not with the FBI. He did the dirty work for the CIA. “What do you want to do?”
His voice was somewhat hoarse as he asked.
Broly controlled the conversation. He could track down the Reyes Group’s headquarters by following their members, but he still wanted to find an assistant. Someone skilled in cleaning up and FBI investigative techniques, someone who could help him erase traces. He wasn’t ready to reveal his identity to the FBI and SHIELD yet.
“What has the Reyes Group done to you?”
Alejandro seemed like the perfect partner, harboring a deep hatred for the Reyes Group and even willing to break FBI rules.
“They did nothing much, just beheaded my wife and threw my daughter into a vat of sulfuric acid.”
Alejandro’s tone was calm, but Broly could see the lava-like boiling anger in his eyes.
“So, will you join me in taking down the entire Reyes Group?”
Broly looked him in the face as he spoke.
Alejandro’s expression finally changed; he saw the possibility of revenge.
“How many mutants do you have under your command?”
He slid his handgun back into his underarm holster.
Broly pointed to himself.
“Just me.”
Alejandro’s face fell, and he turned to leave.
“The number of fighters never determines the outcome of the battle.”
Broly spoke, glancing around and choosing a solid fire hydrant.
“Explosive Kick!”
This move, once used by Satan to kick Cell in the forehead, had no real power but was full of flair. When Broly executed it, the impact was completely different.
The force of his kick uprooted the half-buried fire hydrant, sent it flying, and the cast-iron fixture was directly bent into a U-shape. High-pressure water burst from the underground pipes, drenching them like drowned rats.
“How about that?”
Though a bit chaotic, Broly still posed like a master.
“We should get out of here quickly; the fire department will soon notice the pressure change in the fire hydrant and locate us here.”
Alejandro shook his head in resignation. The case Broly had left at the tire shop was messy, leaving numerous clues behind. If it weren’t for the fact that there was no information about him in the FBI’s criminal database, his identity would have been exposed long ago.
The two got into Alejandro’s car, and he carefully cleaned up their traces and took the bent fire hydrant with them.
“So what’s your plan?”
Alejandro handed over a towel and asked, arms crossed.
“Simple, we follow a member of the Reyes Group, find their leader, I go in and kill everyone I see, and after I’m done, you go in and clean up the evidence.”
Broly stated.
Alejandro finally struggled to maintain his composure, regretting letting Broly enter his car. But after hesitating for a moment, he decided to place his hopes on Broly.
The Reyes Group was not simple; both the DEA and CIA were highly cautious when launching operations against them, protected by a vast power. The operation will be canceled if there is slight illegality in the procedure.
Everything was fraught with difficulty, leaving him unable to see any hope for revenge.
“You are indeed strong, but brute force won’t work. I have a more feasible plan. We can pretend to be from the Mata Group. I know the identities of several Reyes Group executives and information about Reyes’ daughter. The killing style of the Mata Group is easy to imitate; we use their methods to kill a few executives, then tie Reyes’ daughter up on Mata’s turf.”
“These two groups have been at odds for a long time, accumulating a lot of hatred. They will surely fall into war, and when they weaken each other, that’s our chance to strike.”
Broly thought for a moment and had to admit that Alejandro’s plan was more feasible, plus it gave them a chance to tackle another target from the Mata Group. Why not?
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