Saiyans in the Marvel Universe

The room Tessa Eagle rented was very small, only about 60 square meters, and had 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 so many vegetables and beef that I can't finish them all by myself."

Tessa picked up a big tomato, rinsed it under the tap 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? .

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, looking around the room. Tessa took care of all the furnishings in the room, without the sloppy look 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 in deep thought. 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 go 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, 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. After going downstairs, he walked across several blocks, used his own transformation technique to look like Bruce Wayne, and then called a taxi to go to the Continental Hotel. .

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

"Welcome, Mr. Wayne. The cash you need has been prepared. 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 follow 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 directly dispatch the killers, and they cannot trust this group of killers.

Charon took Broly into 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 group of heavily armed gunmen were stationed. Most of the funds of the Continental Hotel are stored in the vault. Broly is too strong. Being able to bring him to this level is already showing the goodwill of the Continental Hotel. There is absolutely no way he can be allowed to enter the vault. Go in.

A waiter brought 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'll take it 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 the money and silk moved people's hearts. Man dies for money, and bird dies for food. Even if the income of a killer is far higher than that of ordinary people, it is unlikely that he will make 100 million US dollars in his lifetime.

They usually die quietly in the stinking 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 great strength among killers, no one has ever actually seen him take action. They didn't know that Broly was more powerful than they could comprehend.

Broly looked around 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 past the corner. The people on the cars were wearing helmets and black riding uniforms, holding long knives in their hands. The sword flashed and slashed towards 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.

Broly threw the knife in his hand and moved forward. Such a tragic scene shocked all potential coveters in the dark. They began to weigh their own strength and whether they had the life to take 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 took to the sky, he discovered that New York City was in riots. Police cars roared through the streets, their blaring sirens causing cars to move out of the way.

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

Broly followed 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 a Qi 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 humanoid lizard was wreaking havoc. He manically lifted the vehicles blocked on the bridge and threw them off the bridge. The heavy car was as light as a toy 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.