Saiyans in Marvel

"who are they."

Broly asked as he looked at the plane flying away.

"A group of people who specialize in serving killers. They are people from the Continental Hotel."

Alejandro said.

"Continental Hotel?"

This immediately aroused Broly's interest.

"The Continental Hotel is an organization set up by a group of people from the underground world to regulate the rules of the underground world. They provide killers with various services, including firearms and equipment, target information, accommodation and rest. No one is allowed to kill anyone in the Continental Hotel.

"

Desiring for revenge, he became a killer and hung out in the Continental Hotel for a while. During an operation, he met CIA agent Matt and became his informant before leaving the Continental Hotel.

(The Continental Hotel is derived from the killer organization in the John Wick series of movies. I wonder if you have guessed it from the old man who collected the corpses in the previous chapter)

"After the Reyes Group is solved, give me a fix."

Broly said, and got into the van. He was a little disappointed, he destroyed the Reyes Group's drug factory and did not get any revival points.

Alejandro shrugged and started the van.

The dilapidated van drove bumpily on the dirt road, soon leaving the garage behind.

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"Who is it? Are you from the Mata Group?"

Filippoto Reyes has a beard, his skin is somewhat brown, and his skull is large, like a lion. At this time, he was obviously angry, his eyebrows and hair were trembling, and his face was red due to congestion.

.The dangerous aura emanating from him made everyone in the room remain silent.

Everyone knew the consequences of offending Filiberto.

After enduring the most painful torture, hanging the body from a street lamp is just the most common practice of the Reyes Group. He once chopped people into pieces and put them in a refrigerator to give to the enemy.

"We are still confirming that almost no one saw them take action and they perfectly avoided all cameras."

Bolton's face is not very good-looking. He controls the armed forces of the Reyes Group and uses cruel means to attack the enemies of the Reyes Group and the traitors within it.

"But they still left clues, which were given to us by our friends in the police station."

The strength of Diaz's bulletproof car exceeded Alejandro's expectations, and the engine compartment was not completely destroyed despite the damage from the grenade.

The internal line in the police station sent a photo of a hood packed in a sealed bag. Although there were traces of flames on it and it was severely deformed, a mark left by a shoe heel could still be clearly seen.

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"Mutant?"

Filippoto's face suddenly became serious.

"Is he from the Brotherhood of Mutants?"

To say who the Reyes Group's most feared enemy is, it is definitely not the CIA, FBI and other powerful American departments, but the Brotherhood of Mutants, a terrorist organization that does not follow any rules at all. They have thousands of connections with the Mutant Factory.

From there, he bought more than a dozen brainwashed mutants as killers.

"It shouldn't be them. If it's really the Brotherhood of Mutants, then we should all be stuck in a hornet's nest with steel bars by now."

Burton made a joke that wasn't funny.

"It should be the Mata Group. They found a mutant killer and thought they could deal with us."

Because of the bad relationship between the US government and mutants, neither the CIA nor the FBI have mutant members, so they do not suspect them.

"Then what are you waiting for? Find a group of people to take revenge immediately! I want to make Barlow Mata feel the pain!"

Filippoto roared like an angry lion. As a drug cartel, what they fear most is to be thought to be weak. Competitors and collaborators will kill Reyes like hyenas smelling blood.

The behemoth of the group was torn to pieces and swallowed.

He drank a glass of water and took a breath.

"In addition, arrange for Antonio to follow my daughter, and those beasts of the Mata Group can do anything."

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Fiesta Hotel Naukalpan, 27th floor.

Alejandro was observing the school opposite with a huge monocular telescope. He patted the telescope and said:

"Swarovski, Noble in the Telescope, CIA only uses the best."

The image of the expensive telescope is so clear and sharp that you can almost clearly see the nose hairs in the guard's nostrils.

"Now we have two plans. One is to rush into the opposite school later and get her over. This is simpler and won't cause too many accidents. The other is to intercept her in the middle, which will cause more trouble.

It’s chaotic, but it’s also more like a drug cartel approach.”

Broly was dealing with a large pile of burritos and asked without raising his head:

"Which way can kill more people?"

Alejandro shrugged.

"Of course it's the second one. Filippoto Reyes has arranged a lot of bodyguards for his daughter."

Broly picked up a large bottle of beer and drank it all:

"Then let's wait here until they get out of school. Also, order thirty pies for me."

San Ignacio Girls' School was established as early as when the Spanish ruled Mexico. It was a model of girls' schools in the 18th century. It has developed to this day and is still one of the best schools in Mexico. Most of the students who attend it are senior students.

Official, foreign official stationed in Mexico, daughter of business celebrities.

Before the 1990s, it was impossible for the daughter of a drug dealer to attend this historic school.

Isabella Reyes' campus life was not pleasant. Her classmates were vaguely rejecting her, and the daughter of an American diplomat even humiliated her in person several times.

When school was over, almost all the luxury cars in Mexico appeared at the school gate, and five identical Chevrolet Suburbans were particularly conspicuous.

Several bodyguards in black escorted Isabella into the Suburban in the middle.

Isabella picked up the tablet on her seat and tapped it absently.

"Why are there so many people today?"

As she spoke, she looked at the person sitting next to her with somewhat frightened eyes. He was a strong man with a dull expression. His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray and there was no trace of energy. His rock-hard muscles stretched his suit.

It was so tight that it almost burst out of my clothes.

Isabella had seen how they killed people, cruelly and efficiently, without any mercy. They looked like humans, but in fact they were just weapons crafted to kill people.

"Some people are causing trouble for the group recently, and the boss is worried that they are targeting the young lady."

The bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat said.

Isabella lay back on her seat expressionlessly and continued to play with the tablet in her hand. Suddenly, the cartoon playing on the tablet was interrupted.

"Malayfaq, unable to connect to the Internet!"

The bodyguard on the co-pilot immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and contacted the bodyguards in other cars. He did not simply regard the disconnection as a poor signal.

"Check the signal! Check the surroundings for unusual movements! Someone may want to attack us."

The bodyguards in other vehicles discovered a moment later that the signal to the entire convoy was cut off.

"Quick! Speed ​​up!"

The bodyguard felt his heart twitching violently, as if being grasped by a big invisible hand. He took out his dagger, cut open the seat, took out the rifle inside, loaded the magazine, and opened the safety.