Saiyans in Marvel

US-Mexico border, entry-exit port. A RV parked next to the customs checkpoint.

"march in

take mand

line up

take a stand

make this warart"

Deafening industrial heavy metal rock was playing in the car, and two white men in beach shirts and beach pants swayed to the music.

"Passport?" said the customs officer at the checkpoint, "Are you all Americans?"

"That's right, it's the Americans."

The driver in the car took out two passports and handed them to the staff.

The staff took the passports, which were just a pair of thick passports. Compared with entering the United States from Mexico, entering Mexico from the United States is much simpler.

"Um, are you going to the port of Ensenada, Mexico?"

He asked the two people in the car.

"Yes, go take a look and try to catch a tuna."

The staff returned the passport to the driver.

"Is it the tuna season lately? Many people are going to Mexico these days, so I wish you a safe journey."

The driver started the RV and sped along the Mexican highway.

"Marafak, it seems there are many competitors for this job."

The RV exited the highway at a fork in the road, drove on a dilapidated country road, and finally drove into a village. There were already three people in the village squatting on the roadside, smoking and waiting.

"You're late, Wade."

The three of them stood up. They were all tall and had thick calluses on their fingers and palms.

"No way, the traffic after coming out of Pendleton is as big as my intestines."

Wade Wilson said that he climbed into the compartment of the RV and removed the mattress, revealing neatly arranged guns and ammunition. There were even two packs of C4 explosives and more than 20 offensive grenades.

(Wade Wilson is Deadpool’s real name. He does not yet have superpowers at this time.)

The five people skillfully distributed various firearms and ammunition and checked the condition of the firearms.

"As you all know, the enemy this time is the Reyes Group. In normal times, we would never take on such a job. But I heard that the Mata Group recently found a very powerful mutant and defeated the Reyes Group.

It’s overwhelming.”

Five-man organizer Jack Hamer said.

"We'll renovate here for a day and then head to Mexico City."

Most of the five people were former members of the special forces, or even retired Marines, who had already experienced hundreds of battles. Some lay directly in the shade of the trees to rest and recuperate; others carried rifle target paper and headed outside the village.

Calibrating firearms in the wasteland.

Jack Hammer, nicknamed the Weasel, opened a bottle of cold beer and took a sip.

"We're going to make a fortune this time, Wade. No one in the whole of Mexico is richer than Filippoto and Barlow."

He has a very broad network of contacts among the mercenaries, and can often organize people to take on tasks with high commissions. Although he does not participate in battles, he can always draw a lot of money from them.

The cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Jack Hammer glanced at the caller number and his expression became serious. He pointed at the cell phone and said to Wade.

"He's a ruthless character, the guy nicknamed Sicario."

After he finished speaking, he answered the phone.

"Hello?"

A tired voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You are in Mexico now."

Jack immediately denied it.

"How is that possible? I'm in New York and I got a big job."

There was a sneer on the other end of the phone.

"Well, if I bump into you, I won't hold back."

Jack panics instantly:

"Okay, I'm in Mexico, what's going on?"

The other end of the phone said:

"Let me join your team and take over the tasks of the Mata Group. I will give you an address and we will meet up in two days."

...

...

An ordinary roadside stall that mainly sells fried pork rinds, gorditas and churros. Large pieces of pork rinds are fried like corn tortillas and are very greasy. They are paired with sour pickled cucumbers and have a great flavor. Gorditas go well with meat.

The steamed buns are very similar. They are stuffed with diced pork rinds, grilled meat and cheese, and are smeared with salsa. One of them is half full.

Churros is a Spanish snack, similar to churros, with fried sweet dough sprinkled with a layer of icing sugar.

The owner of the stall is a middle-aged Mexican with a beer belly. At his peak, he could make more than 5,000 gorditas a day, but at this time, he was sweating profusely and exhausted.

A very tall and strong Asian man sat in front of the stall owner and stuffed his prepared food into his mouth almost at a speed of one mouthful.

Alejandro crossed his legs helplessly, sitting on a plastic chair and reading a novel. It was very inconsistent for him in a suit and leather shoes to appear in the same scene as the dirty stall.

He was used to Broly's amazing appetite.

A dilapidated RV came from the corner of the street and stopped suddenly in front of the stall. The window was rolled down, revealing Jack's face.

"Hey, Alex, long time no see."

Wade, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened the car door, walked to the stall, pulled out a plastic chair, and sat next to Broly. He said to the boss.

"Give me a cake like this."

"Sorry, sir, the materials are no longer available."

The stall owner actually felt relieved when he said this.

Wade shrugged helplessly and reached out to touch Broly's tail around his waist.

"Friend, where did you buy this furry belt? It's very fashionable."

Broly had already trained his tail so that it was no longer a weakness. He swung his tail and shook off Wade's hand.

"This is not a belt, it is my tail."

Wade immediately took out a tissue and wiped his hands.

"Sorry, uh, is your tail an organ similar to Na'vi braids?"

Broly was a little strange:

"Na'vi?"

Alejandro coughed and said:

"The Na'vi are a creature in the movie Avatar, and the braids, ahem, are their x organs."

Broly silently took out a tissue, wiped his greasy hands, then picked up Wade like a chicken and planted him upside down in a trash can on the roadside.

"Do you really want to die, my friend?"

As he spoke, he lifted up the heavy metal trash can and clamped it with his arms. The thick trash can suddenly deformed like soft mud and tightly hugged Wade.

Wade struggled violently, his exposed legs dangling wildly.

"No, man, I was just joking, don't be like this, okay? Let me out and I'll apologize to you!"

Broly put the trash can back in its place.

"If an apology is useful, then why do we need the police?"

By now, Wade was finally panicking.

"puff!"

A laugh.

"Jack! Damn Fuck! I heard you laughing!"

Wade flapped angrily.

"Pfft, Wade, you know, I have received strict training, and I usually don't laugh unless I can't help it, pfft!"