Saiyans in Marvel

"Hey, you are..."

Outside the garage door, two gunmen with rifles looked warily at the van that stopped at the door.

"Bang! Bang!"

The sound of the gunfire with a silencer was a bit dull. The two gunmen were shot in the head and fell to the ground without saying a word. Alejandro held the pistol in both hands, tilted it slightly, and shot three more people in the guard box.

The gunman put the pistol back into the holster and pulled out an M40A3 sniper rifle from the back seat. This is a military version of the Remington 700 shotgun, modified with a weighted stainless steel barrel.

He had to climb onto the roof of the garage, snipe at the gunmen in the blind spots, monitor the surrounding environment, and discover the Reyes Group's reinforcements as soon as possible.

Broly held the rifle and walked to the door of the garage carelessly.

In a car repair shop, a group of women are making drugs. Their working environment is extremely harsh. The Reyes Group did not purchase any labor protection equipment for them. The hot air, toxic acid mist, choking smoke, and flashing high pressure

Sodium lamps, everything is damaging their health.

Because these women had inhaled too many toxic chemicals, their skin was horribly rough and covered with spots, their limbs were thin, their bodies were atrophied, and their demeanor was somewhat demented, as if they were walking zombies.

They are prisoners of this factory, trafficked by Reyes from all over the world, and work in the factory day and night. The longest among them has not been exposed to the sun for three years, and the longer one is not without it, just because of illness.

, was “cleaned up” by management.

There are several gunmen who supervise their work to prevent them from secretly taking the finished products. Because they have worked in drug factories for a long time, almost all of them are addicted to drugs.

The remaining gunmen were in the three offices of the garage. Most of them were wearing floral shirts, and some were shirtless, showing the tattoos on their arms. The air-conditioning in the offices was fully turned on, and the gunmen were drinking ice-cold whiskey.

He was playing cards with a cigar, and a roll of U.S. dollars was placed on the card table.

"boom!"

An unparalleled force ripped the iron door of the office directly from the door frame. The heavy iron door flew into a gunman and stuck him to the wall.

Broly walked in. When the gunmen saw someone suddenly breaking in, they were frightened and a little panicked.

A gunman tried to pick up a pistol on the card table and shoot, but before he could pull the trigger, he was punched in the chest. There was a crackling sound of broken ribs, a large piece of his chest was sunken, and his internal organs were beaten into pieces.

mud.

He moved forward, punching one after another, killing more than ten gunmen in two seconds.

Some gunners who reacted quickly finally drew out their pistols and rifles and started shooting. Broly picked up his rifle and started shooting at them.

There was a burst of gunfire like exploding beans in the office, the whistling bullets punched holes one after another in the tables and chairs, the pierced whiskey flowed freely, and fragments of playing cards and dollar bills flew in the air.

Not long after, the gunshots suddenly became silent.

Accompanied by the sounds of several glass bottles being crushed and the sound of glass rubbing on the floor tiles, Broly walked out of the office carrying a bottle of whiskey and drinking. There were four or five bullet holes in his clothes.

There was just a blood spot on his skin, and the bullet barely penetrated the skin.

He had already tested it beforehand. When rifles and pistols fired ordinary bullets, as long as they missed the vital point, they would only cause pain but not damage. Among light weapons, the only ones that could threaten him were sniper rifles and machine guns with higher energy.

Despite this, he still tried not to be hit by bullets because it really hurt. The pain made him angry and his combat effectiveness began to soar.

"quién estáahi?quiénel enemigo?"

The gunshots in the office alerted the gunmen in other offices. They asked in Broly's direction as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Bang!"

A gunman who quietly pulled the handle of a grenade was suddenly shot in the head by a bullet fired from the attic. The grenade rolled to the ground. The remaining gunmen rushed out of the office. After only a few steps, they were killed by Broly.

Shot to the ground.

He is like a hunter who hunts rabbits during the hunting season, shooting these gunmen who rush like wolves and pigs. Occasionally, he will swing his rifle like a baseball, beating the gunmen who try to rush forward to fight into a pulp.

"Boring."

Broly put away his rifle, feeling a little bored. As a legendary Super Saiyan, new power continuously gushes out from deep within his body, making him even more powerful.

Facing such a gunman, he could no longer feel any joy in fighting.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for reaching level five and gaining a skill point]

[Ding, kill a hundred people, the successful Saiyan people will definitely have bloody hands. The host has killed more than a hundred people in total, and will be rewarded with twenty revival points. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill Oolong Transformation]

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Broly had a question mark on his face. This transformation technique with only five minutes to transform was really embarrassing. He might as well add some points and switch to Poole's transformation technique. At least there was no time limit.

Alejandro carried a sniper rifle on his back and slid down from the roof through a hanging rope. He opened the office door with his fingers, took a look at the scene inside, and then looked at the broken corpses on the ground.

"This scene is a bit too big and I can't handle it alone."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and several people's bodies were punched through by fists, with blood, flesh and internal organs spraying all over the floor. After hesitating for a moment, he took out an old mobile phone from his arms and made a call.

"I'm Alejandro, I have a big party of eighty people and I need you to clean up the place." He sent the satellite coordinates.

Alejandro explained to Broly.

"This is a group of people who specialize in cleaning up the scene for the killer. They are very professional and have strict mouths."

"What to do with those women?" Broly said, "I only kill warriors, not ordinary people."

"We were wearing hoods and they didn't see anything, but if we just let them go, they would definitely die. It would be better to throw them to the Mexican police afterwards."

Alejandro said after hesitating for a moment. Holding a gun, he drove the frightened women into the kitchen of the garage and locked the door.

They did not wait long, and there was a sound of propellers beating the air in the sky. A medium-sized transport plane landed on the dirt road outside the garage. A dozen people still wearing jackets on a hot day walked out of the plane.

After arriving, they were still carrying large and small bags of professional tools.

"Alex, you haven't contacted us for a long time."

An old man with gray hair but wearing a very stylish leather jacket took off his hat and gestured to Alejandro.

"When I'm working for the CIA, I don't need to do the cleaning work at my own expense."

Alejandro said with some heartache.

"The CIA doesn't do this job as neatly as us, Alex."

As the old man spoke, he snapped his fingers and signaled his men to start working. Faced with a scene that was obviously not caused by ordinary people, their expressions did not change at all.

"To be honest, if I were a canner, I would have already made a fortune."

He looked at the corpses on the ground and whistled.

Meat scraps, viscera fragments and bone fragments all over the floor were swept into body bags, bullets embedded in the wall were picked out with tweezers, and bullet casings were swept into a pile. Fingerprints and blood stains were sprayed with professional cleaning spray to wipe away.

Not long after, rolls of corpses tied with tape were loaded onto the plane.

Alejandro painfully took out two rolls of gold coins from his pocket and handed them to the old man.

"Welcome to come see me again next time."

The old man flicked his cigarette, accepted the gold coins, and got into the plane gracefully.