Saiyans in the Marvel Universe

"Hey, you guys are"

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

"Bang! Bang!"

The gunshots with silencers were a bit muffled. 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 gunmen in the guard box. Putting the pistol back into the holster, he pulled out an M40A3 sniper rifle from the back seat. This was a military version of the Remington 700 shotgun, modified with a weighted stainless steel barrel.

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

Broly walked to the door of the garage with a rifle in hand.

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 flickering high-pressure sodium lamps all harmed 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 a bit 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 oldest among them has not been exposed to the sun for three years, and the longer one is not dead, but was "cleaned" by the management because of illness.

There are several gunmen who supervise their work to prevent them from secretly sucking the finished product. Almost all of them are addicted to drugs because they have worked in drug factories for a long time.

The remaining gunmen were in the three offices of the garage. Most of them were wearing floral shirts, and some were shirtless, showing tattoos on their arms. The air-conditioning in the office was on full blast. The gunmen were drinking ice-cold whiskey and holding cigars while playing cards. Rolls of U.S. dollars were placed on the card table.

"boom!"

An unparalleled force ripped the iron door of the office directly away 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 was punched in the chest before he could pull the trigger. There was a crackling sound of broken ribs, a large piece of his chest was dented, and his internal organs were beaten to pulp.

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 bottles being crushed and the sound of glass being rubbed against the floor tiles, Broly walked out of the office while carrying a bottle of whiskey and drinking. There were four or five bullet holes in his clothes, and there was just a blood spot on the skin inside. The bullets barely penetrated the skin.

He had already tested it beforehand. When firing ordinary bullets from rifles and pistols, as long as they missed the vital point, they would cause only pain but no damage. Among light weapons, the only ones that could threaten him were sniper rifles and machine guns with higher energy.

Even so, he tried not to get hit by the bullets because it really hurt. The pain made him angry, and his fighting power began to surge.

"Quién estáahí?Quién es el enemigo?"

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

"boom!"

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 was like a hunter hunting rabbits during the hunting season, shooting these gunmen who were running wildly. Occasionally, he would swing his rifle like a baseball, beating the gunmen who tried to charge forward into a physical fight.

"Boring."

Broly put away his rifle, a little bored. As the legendary Super Saiyan, new power continuously pours 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 blood on their hands. The host has killed more than a hundred people in total. Twenty revival points will be awarded. 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 of transformation time is really embarrassing. He might as well add some points and switch to Puer's transformation technique. At least there is no time limit.

Alejandro slid down from the roof with a sniper rifle on his back through a sling. 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 with fists, and their flesh and internal organs were sprayed all over the floor. After hesitating for a moment, he took out an old mobile phone from his pocket and made a call.

"I'm Alejandro. There's a big party for eighty people. We need you to clean up the scene." 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. With his gun in hand, he drove the frightened women into the garage kitchen and locked the door.

They didn't wait long, and there was a sound of propellers beating the air in the sky. A medium-sized transport aircraft landed on the dirt road outside the garage. A dozen people, still wearing jackets on a hot day, got off the plane. They also carry 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 signaled to Alejandro.

"When I was working for the CIA, I was not required to do cleaning work at my own expense."

Alejandro said with some heartache.

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

The old man said, snapping his fingers to signal his men to start working. Facing 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, visceral 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 wiped away with professional cleaning spray.

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.

"You're welcome to come see me again next time."

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