Saiyans in Marvel

The room Tessa Eagle rents is very small, only about 60 square meters, and has a small kitchen. She usually cooks dinner by herself.

At this time, she was taking out the vegetables from the incubator and putting them in the refrigerator to refrigerate.

"There are too many vegetables and beef. I can't finish them all by myself."

Tessa picked up a big tomato, rinsed it under the faucet and took a bite. The sweet and sour juice immediately exploded in her mouth, filling her taste buds. She couldn't believe it. When did her father grow such delicious tomatoes?

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In her impression, Cade was a first-rate engineer, a second-rate farmer and a mediocre inventor.

"The farm has recruited a mutant who is very good at farming."

Broly said, taking a look at the room. Tessa had taken care of all the furnishings in the room, and there was no trace of the slovenliness of a single young man.

"Tessa..."

He wanted Tessa to leave the dangerous Osborn Group, but gave up after thinking about it. He decided to find an opportunity to kill Dr. Lizard and kill a hundred people.

wrong!

Broly held his chin and thought deeply. Dr. Lizard was a genius professor of biology and medicine. It would be a pity to kill him. He might be able to develop a formula for culture fluid.

The farm is already filled with a group of crazy killers, so adding a mad scientist to the farm shouldn't be a big problem.

"What's wrong?"

Tessa Eagle was a little at a loss. She flipped up her hair and found that her hands were still stained with tomato juice, and she hurriedly rinsed them under the faucet.

"I'm leaving first."

Broly plans to take the money from the Continental Hotel back to the farm first, and then find an opportunity to kidnap Professor Connors to Texas after a while.

"ha?"

Tessa wiped her hair clean with a tissue, stared at her toes, and said with some embarrassment:

"Um...um...don't you want to eat something before leaving?"

She deliberately learned a lot of oriental dishes.

"No need, Cade's craftsmanship is better. At this point, I can finish my errands and still have time to have dinner."

He parked his motorcycle in the parking lot downstairs, walked across several blocks after going downstairs, used his own transformation technique to become Bruce Wayne, and then called a taxi to go there.

Continental Hotel.

The moment Broly's figure appeared in the lobby of the Continental Hotel, everyone immediately fell silent. There were particularly many killers in the lobby today.

"Welcome, Mr. Wayne, the cash you need is ready. I don't know whether we will be responsible for transporting it or you will take it away yourself."

Charon at the front desk greeted Broly with impeccable etiquette.

"I'll take it myself."

Broly said.

Charon nodded.

"Please come with me, Mr. Wayne."

He breathed a sigh of relief. Such a large amount of cash would attract an astonishing number of coveters. Even the power of the Continental Hotel could not guarantee that there would be no problems during the transportation of this cash.

The Continental Hotel cannot dispatch killers directly, and they cannot trust these killers.

Charon took Broly in the elevator and entered the underground vault at the bottom of the Continental Hotel.

"Please wait here, we will bring the cash soon."

He took Broly and sat down outside the vault, where a team of heavily armed gunmen were stationed. Most of the Continental Hotel's funds were stored in the vault. Broly was too strong to be able to take him there.

At this level, the Continental Hotel is already showing its goodwill, and there is absolutely no way he can be allowed to enter the vault.

A waiter came over with his favorite steak and rum, letting Broly eat while he waited.

Not long after, a forklift came out of the vault carrying a huge metal box.

"Mr. Wayne, I don't know when your people will come over. We have a secret passage that can quietly transport all the money to the hotel for transfer."

"No need to go to such trouble, I will take you away directly."

Broly easily carried the metal box, which was much larger than himself, on his shoulders and took the elevator to the first floor, leaving Charon speechless.

The originally quiet hotel lobby suddenly became agitated, and money moved people's hearts. People die for money, and birds die for food. Even if the killer's income is far higher than that of ordinary people, it is unlikely that he will earn 100 million US dollars in his lifetime.

They usually die quietly in a stinky ditch during a certain operation.

The act of withdrawing cash from the Continental Hotel has been hidden from many people, but not from the killers who deal with the hotel all day long. Although Broly has left a legend of powerful power among the killers, no one has actually seen him.

Take action. They didn't know that Broly's power had exceeded the limit of their understanding.

Broly glanced at everyone and walked out of the hall in a swagger.

The moment he stepped out of the Continental Hotel, a group of motorcycles roared over from the corner. The people on the cars were wearing helmets and black riding uniforms, holding long knives in their hands. The knives flashed and slashed their heads and faces.

slashed at Broly.

The large-displacement motor roared, the tires rubbed against the ground, and the dazzling headlights seemed to blind the eyes.

Broly cut off the first rider's wrist with his palm, snatched the knife from his hand, flipped it with his backhand, and chopped off his head.

He stood there, brandishing his long knife, and dismembered all the riders who were rushing towards him without dodging.

The remaining limbs were flying in the air, and the menacing motorcycle slid to the ground with a clatter, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

Throwing the knife in his hand, Broly continued to move forward. Such a tragic scene shocked all the potential coveters in the dark. They began to weigh their own strength and whether they had the chance to take the 100 million.

Broly walked for a while and saw that all the pursuers behind him had disappeared. Then he boarded a somersault cloud in a hidden place and prepared to return to the farm.

As soon as he flew into the sky, he discovered that New York City was in the middle of a riot. Police cars roared through the streets, and the piercing sirens made all the cars along the way move out of the way.

"What happened? Is it because of the corpse at the door of the Continental Hotel?"

Broly followed along and found that the direction of the police car was not the Continental Hotel, but the opposite direction. He concentrated on sensing and soon sensed an aura that was somewhat similar to Peter's.

This qi is also formed by the fusion of two kinds of qi, but the fusion is very rough. The foreign qi is mainly foreign, and instead affects the main body, making it very manic and restless.

On the Brooklyn Bridge, a human-shaped lizard was wreaking havoc. He manically lifted the vehicles blocked on the bridge and threw them off the bridge. The heavy cars were as light as toys in his hands.

Peter Parker was stopping the Lizard Man, and he covered his face, but Broly still easily recognized his identity through his breath.

"What a coincidence!"

He carried the metal box, laughed wildly, and controlled the somersault cloud to fly towards the target.