Saiyans in Marvel

In the bar, Alejandro held a bottle of cold beer in his hand and took a sip.

"I quit, Matt."

He said to Matt Graver sitting next to him.

Matt Graver is an agent of the CIA who specializes in doing some dirty work for the CIA that goes beyond the rules. He is notorious even in the powerful CIA. At this time, he is leading a special forces unit whose main task is to

Eliminate the Reyes Group, a criminal organization.

Alejandro was originally a Mexican prosecutor. His family was destroyed because of his opposition to the Reyes Group. He has always wanted revenge, but Matt gave him the opportunity.

"What's wrong? You can't stand that FBI bitchi?"

The CIA does not have the authority to enforce the law in the United States and can only jointly enforce the law with the FBI. The FBI sent a female agent named Kate, whose "professional ethics" were a bit too strong, which caused a lot of trouble for their actions.

"You can think of it this way, I want to rest for a while."

Alejandro replied.

"Bang!"

Matt slapped his hand on the bar. The loud noise startled the surrounding drinkers. He lowered his voice and said to Alejandro:

"Don't think of me as a fool, Alex, are you hooked up with the mutant who was killing people in the tire shop? You are so crazy that you are actually cooperating with the Brotherhood of Mutants, you will lose your life!

"

The Brotherhood of Mutants has long been recognized as a mutant terrorist organization, and being associated with them has no place in the United States or even the entire Americas.

Alejandro knew that his lame excuse could not be hidden from Matt. He shook his head and said:

"He is not a member of the Brotherhood of Mutants, I am sure of this. He has no taste of the Brotherhood of Mutants, and he is very indifferent to the rights of mutants."

He revealed his plan to Matt.

Matt hesitated for a moment.

"You don't have to quit. I will apply to the higher authorities. This plan is very feasible. If possible, the mutant can also be absorbed into the CIA."

Alejandro shook his head.

"I will not leak information about him. After all, I don't want to die yet."

He had seen Broly's magical tracking and surveillance methods, and guessed that it was a telepathic ability similar to Professor X, a combination of Professor X and Wolverine. No one would want to be his enemy.

Alejandro stood up as he spoke, picked up the lighter on the wine table, hid it in his pocket, and walked towards the door of the bar.

"You know how much I want revenge. I hope you don't stop me."

Matt shrugged, picked up the beer and continued drinking.

...

...

Returning to the safe house in El Paso, Alejandro suddenly put his hand on his lower back vigilantly, pulled out the pistol from the holster, held the gun, and walked into the room cautiously.

"Don't be nervous, it's me."

Broly sat carelessly on the sofa in the safe house.

"How's it going? Is the deal settled?"

Alejandro put his pistol back in its holster, walked into the kitchen, made a few sandwiches and put them on the dinner plate.

"Matt will not stop us and will provide necessary help. At least the border inspection will not check our car." He picked up a sandwich and took a few bites: "We are going to Mexico today."

After finishing his sandwich, he opened the secret door of the cabinet and took out two large bags of equipment.

"Can you use firearms?"

"certainly!"

Broly said. Although his fists were much more powerful than rifles, their killing efficiency was far inferior. So he exchanged his revival points for this ability.

[Lan Qi’s shooting skills]

This ability only costs 5 points, but it is very practical. After all, even with a submachine gun, it is not easy to hit Kame Sennin.

Alejandro nodded, took out a rifle from the equipment bag, and threw it to Broly.

"hk-433, 12-inch barrel, the latest product launched by hk company. c-mag drum, loaded with 100 rounds"

Broly played with the rifle in his hand. The fine workmanship and precise mechanical structure made this rifle more like a handicraft than a weapon.

"Do drug dealers use such good weapons? In my impression, they seem to be using old rifles like AK47, right?"

Alejandro shook his head.

"The Mata Group is not a small player. Their assets are about 25 billion US dollars. They will not use the rags of the last century."

...

...

Diaz is a senior lawyer of the Reyes Group. He has a large number of contacts in the Mexican law enforcement agencies and has bribed numerous police officers for Reyes. He also advocates lobbying and attempts to change Mexican laws and create more opportunities for the Reyes Group.

A relaxed environment. He made a lot of wealth from it, owning a mansion with more than a hundred rooms and an artificial lake filled with ferocious fish collected from all over the world.

Three strong bodyguards surrounded him as he walked out of the Bank of Mexico Commercial Financial Building and got into the back seat of a Maybach S560.

In this tallest and most expensive office building in Mexico, he rented an entire floor as the office space of his law firm.

The heavy luxury car drove out of the parking space lightly under the powerful engine. Just as it was about to enter the main road, a dilapidated van suddenly rushed out and blocked the road.

The car door opened, and a heavily armed gangster wearing a skull hood directly raised his rifle and shot at the Maybach S560. The front windshield of the luxury car was instantly filled with bullet holes, but most of the bullets did not penetrate it.

Transparent bulletproof glass.

There was a roar from the engine compartment, and the bodyguards in the car tried to forcefully drive away the van blocking the front.

"cut!"

Broly threw away the rifle in his hand, faced the oncoming luxury car without dodge, stepped on the front of the luxury car, and stopped the whole car with brute force.

The tires rubbed violently against the ground, emitting a stream of hot black smoke. The engine roared, but the entire car did not move at all.

The bodyguard in the car rolled down the window in panic, stretched out his rifle and tried to shoot.

"Bang bang! Bang!"

Alejandro, who was in the driver's seat of the van, had already gotten out of the van and raised his rifle to kill them all.

Diaz opened the car door, moved his bloated body, and ran towards the Financial Building.

"Bang!"

A cloud of blood mist burst out from his feet, and his fat body fell heavily to the ground, and his glasses flew off. His strong desire to survive made him get up from the ground and continue running limping.

"Bang!"

The injured leg was shot again, and now Diaz could no longer run anymore and was squirming on the ground like a fat maggot.

Alejandro walked slowly, picked up the glasses that fell on the ground, and threw them on Diaz.

"Put it on."

He pointed the rifle at Diaz and spoke calmly.

Diaz shivered as he picked up his glasses and put them on.

Alejandro pulled off his hood so that Diaz could clearly see his face. Diaz obviously recognized his identity, his pupils shrank, and he was about to say something.

"Goodbye, my friend."

Alejandro didn't give him a chance to speak.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The hail of bullets turned Diaz's fat body into a ball of rotten flesh.

He looked at the footprints on the hood of the car, pulled the latch of a grenade, opened the hood, and threw it in.