Saiyans in Marvel

Tessa woke up from the soft bed with some reluctance. The smooth silk quilt was so comfortable that she wanted to lie in bed for the rest of her life. She closed her eyes again and gathered strength for a while before resolutely getting up to wash herself.

Rubbing her hair with a towel, she walked to the living room. The hotel's service staff had already brought breakfast, which was all exquisite bread and desserts. Broly was not interested in such food, so he added a bucket of baguettes.

, grab one with each hand and stuff it into his mouth.

Seeing a table of desserts that she had only seen on TV, Tessa couldn't wait to sit down, picked up a macaron, and took a bite with a happy face.

"What's so delicious about something this sweet like saccharin?"

Broly couldn't understand. He would rather eat an undercooked lizard than this.

Tessa didn't dare to refute Broly, she just nibbled on the macarons in her hand like a little hamster. In the end, most of the desserts on the table went into her stomach.

Because he booked a royal suite and the Four Seasons Hotel provided travel services, Broly chose a less high-profile Bentley Flying Spur. First, he sent Tessa to Midtown High School.

Tessa was not dazzled by vanity. When she was still more than 300 meters away from Midtown High School, she asked the driver to put her down. She knew that she was still the daughter of a poor Texas farmer, and she would not change her mind because of where she lived.

One night in a five star hotel and nothing changes.

Taking a Bentley to school may allow her to be flattered by a group of girls who don't know the truth for a while, but after being exposed, it may be difficult for her to stay at Midtown High School.

The only thing that can change her future is studying hard.

"Go to the Continental Hotel."

Broly reported the address of the Continental Hotel. The Continental Hotel does not publicize it to the outside world, and not many people know the address.

The Bentley started smoothly. Because it was working time, there was some traffic on the road. It took two hours to reach the Continental Hotel.

The Continental Hotel in New York City is located at a three-way intersection. From the outside, it looks like a very ordinary star-rated hotel. It has tall Roman columns and some old granite exterior tiles.

"Just stop here, you can go back."

Broly put a ten dollar bill on the seat as a tip, then opened the door and walked out.

Pushing open the door of the hotel, he found that the decoration of the Continental Hotel was not as ordinary as the outside. It was even worse than the five-star Four Seasons Hotel.

Gorgeous crystal chandeliers, solid wood furniture that glows golden under the light, complex golden reliefs, tall marble statues, and well-dressed waiters.

The people here are obviously familiar with each other. Broly walked in as a newcomer, just like a deer ignorantly walking into the habitat of the lions. Everyone in the hotel lobby either left no trace, some were blatant, or some were murderous.

looked at him.

"Welcome to the Continental Hotel, sir, we are only open to members."

The hotel lobby manager was a black man, and he said to Broly in a gentle manner.

"I came here to become a member."

Broly said, took out a gold coin and placed it on the table at the front desk.

"Charon is honored to serve you, sir." Charon raised his eyebrows, put away the gold coins, and put them in the drawer: "We have not had new members for a long time."

As he spoke, he picked up the landline and made a call.

"Please follow me, sir."

Charon said as he led Broly through the lobby and got into an elevator.

The elevator fell rapidly downwards. The Continental Hotel was obviously larger than it appeared. Its underground was completely hollowed out, occupying more space than the ground.

There is a bar on the seventh floor underground. There are many people sitting inside. They are all well-dressed. They don't look like killers, but more like upper-class gentlemen.

"Mr. Winston, does this gentleman want to join us?"

Charon led Broly to stand in front of a wine table.

Sitting at the wine table was an old man with wrinkles on his face, holding a glass of whiskey and sipping while listening to the pianist's performance on the stage.

"Sit down, young man, sit here."

Broly sat down carelessly.

"Since you came here with gold coins, I can actually assign you a task as a test without saying anything. But as an old man, I would rather chat more with young people. What's your name, friend?"

Winston snapped his fingers and asked the waiter to bring a glass of brandy to Broly.

"Bruce Wayne."

Broly picked up the brandy and drank it in one gulp. He knocked on the table and asked the waiter to bring over three more steaks. He was originally going to pretend to be a gentleman, but he didn't eat much for breakfast and he really couldn't bear it now.

Winston's mouth twitched. This was the first time he had seen a newcomer who didn't take the Continental Hotel seriously. As an old man with rich life experience, he had seen many killers. No matter how unruly or self-respecting he was,

If you are too high, no matter how prolific the killer is, your hands will be tied up after entering the Continental Hotel, and there will be thorns on your back.

Because when entering the Continental Hotel, a newcomer will meet many similar people, some are weaker than him, some are stronger than him, but everything tells him that he is not a special person. Just like a lion hunting a flock of sheep wantonly,

Suddenly I found that I also had similar species, and a group of lions also lived on this grassland.

This is also the reason why the Continental Hotel can continue to operate. There are no rules between lions and sheep, only between lions.

But Bruce Wayne sitting opposite gave him a different feeling. He was like a dragon sitting in the sky, overlooking the grassland. The fight between lions and hunting in his eyes were like that between ants.

game.

"I hope you're more than a simple fool, Mr. Wayne."

Winston picked up the wine glass and took a sip. If he wasn't a fool, the future high-top table would definitely have a huge headache.

Broly first tried a knife and fork, but found that it was too troublesome. He simply used a fork to fork the whole steak and stuffed it into his mouth. He had already given up on himself. What kind of Batman style, filling his stomach was more important.

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The steak tasted very good. Even Broly, who had no need for delicious food, stopped chewing and enjoyed the deliciousness at the moment when the extremely delicious gravy exploded in his mouth.

"Ten more!" Broly finished the steak and said to Winston while waiting for the food to be served: "Am I successfully registered now?"

Winston raised his finger, and Charon, who was standing next to him, took out a candy bar phone from his arms and put it on the table.

"Welcome to the Continental, Wayne, I hope you live to retire."

As he said this, he stood up and prepared to change the table for himself. He was old and couldn't bear to see anything greasy.

"Don't leave yet. I want to take over the mission. Can I just wait for you to send a text message? And what is the test mission? Whoever you say you want to kill, I will tear off his head right now."

Winston pointed at Charon and motioned for him to deal with Broly. Then he seemed to suddenly remember something and asked Broly:

"Mr. Wayne, do you like dogs?"

Broly nodded solemnly.

"I like dog meat very much."