Saiyans in Marvel

He casually threw a few punches and kicks with his Satan style fighting skills, and Broly easily made an explosion in the air. With his strong strength, he finally no longer had to throw bastard punches.

After a moment, he realized why he was so quiet all of a sudden. He grabbed his head and grabbed Kakarot who was riding on her neck. Her face was red, she was sweating a lot, and her skin was a little burned.

pain.

Although she was a Saiyan, she was still just a child with a weak constitution. She suffered from heat stroke after being exposed to the blazing desert sun continuously without any shade.

In such a hot desert, her mild heat stroke can easily develop into heat stroke, and then acute kidney failure and liver failure, which are very dangerous. Broly directly dug a large sand pit in the leeward area with his hands, and the ground

The sand underneath is still very cool, with a temperature of only twenty-five or six degrees.

Putting Kakarot into the cool sand pit, Broly took off the elastic combat sleeves on his upper body, wearing only a vest combat uniform. The technology of Frieza's army is very advanced, and the slim combat

The long sleeves are very elastic and breathable. Even if they transform into a giant ape, they will not burst. Broly fixed the long combat sleeves with wooden stakes and stretched them into a large piece, covering the sand pit and preventing the sun.

Directly shining on Kakarot below.

If she was exposed to the sun again, she would probably become the first Saiyan to die.

"Baby, I'm going to find someone to rescue you right now. Don't let me die."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and ran towards the southwest. Running at full strength, his speed was about the same as that of a galloping horse, and he could cover three to four meters in one step.

Sweat flowed freely on the strong muscles, and was dried by the hot sun in an instant, forming layers of salt flowers.

After running for more than thirty minutes, he finally ran out of the desert and saw a piece of green. It was a farm with patches of corn planted, a large area of ​​green. He passed through dozens of acres of cornfields,

He just discovered a wooden country house. There were two activity sources inside, one with a combat power of two and the other with a combat power of one.

Broly rang the doorbell, and the two men's combat powers instantly changed. One was raised to five, and the other was raised to four. They took the guns in their hands.

"What's the matter, boy!"

A middle-aged white man held a double-barreled shotgun in his hand with a wary look on his face. His daughter held a shotgun of the same style in her hand and stood behind her. The man was a little surprised to see that the person knocking on the door was an Asian.

There are very few Asians here. Secondly, it is hard to believe that there are such muscular people among Asians.

Moreover, this Asian man is also dressed very strangely, wearing a strange single-sided glasses, a strange vest, a furry belt, and tight pants with a serious bulge, which is really eye-catching.

This is Texas. A few dozen kilometers further south is the U.S.-Mexico border. Mexican smugglers are like prairie dogs digging holes on the border. Mexican gangs are the mules that transport drugs for the gangs. This

The vast, sparsely populated land is no longer under police control.

"My companion is sick. I need to borrow your car to take her to the hospital."

Broly said in somewhat clumsy English.

"You can go to the White Farm three kilometers away and ask. I believe they will be kind enough to lend you the car."

The middle-aged man said something perfunctory and prepared to lock the door, but found that the door did not move at all.

"I'm not asking for your opinion, give me the car!"

Broly's anger surged, his pupils shrank to a point, and a terrifying aura surged from his body.

The middle-aged man was frightened and took a few steps back. Just as he was about to raise the rifle in his hand, he found that the barrel of the gun was held in the hand of the Asian in front of him, and an irresistible force came from his hand.

The gun was taken away easily.

"Don't be impulsive...Don't be impulsive...We will give the car to you right now..."

The middle-aged man's daughter took the car keys out of her father's trouser pocket and threw them to Broly. She was a hot girl, because she only wore a T-shirt, a pair of hot pants and a pair of hot pants at home.

The legs are dazzlingly white.

"You guys come with me, bring ice and salt water, and don't play any tricks on me."

After Broly finished speaking, he tightened his grip on the double-barreled shotgun and bent it into a U-shape.

"Mutants?!"

The middle-aged man had a look of fear on his face and immediately gave up resistance, while the girl looked curious.

The car in the farm was a somewhat dilapidated Ford pickup truck. Broly sat in the passenger seat and monitored the middle-aged man driving. The girl sat in the back seat carrying a medical kit.

"Are you crazy? You left a patient in the desert, thirty-five kilometers away, and she should be dead by now!"

As soon as she heard that the target's location was thirty-five kilometers away, the girl immediately became angry.

"It only took me more than half an hour to run here. With her physical condition, nothing would happen to her."

After Broly finished speaking, the girl covered her mouth in surprise. She thought Broly had walked all day and all night to reach the farm.

The old pickup truck roared, raising a cloud of smoke and dust on the desert. The middle-aged man pushed the pickup truck's speed to the limit, just to get rid of this plague god as soon as possible.

Twenty minutes later, the pickup truck stopped at the place where Broly dug the hole.

Broly got off the car, his eyebrows furrowed. His combat uniform covering the top of the sand pit was gone. The edges of the sand pit were full of messy footprints. Kakarot disappeared.

"Who would be in this area?"

He picked up the middle-aged man's collar and lifted him up.

"Cough... cough... cough cough, let go... let go... I can't breathe."

The middle-aged man discovered that Broly's hand was stronger than a bear, and he was about to break his neck.

"Rey... the mules of the Reyes Group. They smuggle hallucinogens around here. All goods from Mexico and Colombia are transported to the United States through them... You... aren't you from the Reyes Group?"

He said with difficulty.

The reason why he immediately calmed down before was because he suspected that Broly was a member of the Reyes Group. There were many mutant members in the Reyes Group who were ruthless and committed all kinds of evil. Anyone who offended them had their families destroyed.

If you want to survive, you can only escape from Texas.

The FBI has planned several operations against the Reyes Group, but all of them failed with heavy losses.

The middle-aged man is just an ordinary farmer and he doesn't dare to provoke these vicious criminals.

"They're dead."

Broly pressed the combat power detection glasses on his head. The glasses had already recorded Kakarot's combat power characteristics, and he could easily locate her no matter where she was on the earth.

[The shame of the Saiyans: Ding! As a fighting nation, Saiyans were kidnapped. This is the shame of the Saiyans! Please rescue the missing Kakarot. The mission will reward 20 revival points]