Saiyans in the Marvel Universe

In a CIA safe house in Mexico City, Alejandro is carrying a medical kit and treating Isabella's wounds. To the uninitiated, the two look like a father and daughter.

It's just that Isabella turned extremely pale because of fear, and her teeth kept chattering, but she didn't dare to make the slightest move, which slightly ruined the warm atmosphere.

"Please let me go. No matter what the request is, my father will agree to it."

Her voice trembled so much that Alejandro seemed not to hear her, and he just cleaned the wound with alcohol and bandaged it carefully. There was no emotion or anger in his expression, as if this little girl who could easily be strangled to death was just an unrelated stranger.

Broly leaned against the wall and looked at Isabella. Whether in his previous life or this life, he had no good impression of drug dealers.

"Aren't you going to kill her?"

His words made Isabella jump up like a frightened deer and look at Alejandro with pleading eyes.

"Hahaha! She regards you as a life-saving straw!"

Broly said with a laugh.

Alejandro's expression did not change at all.

"She still has uses, now is not the time to kill her."

His words caused Isabella to completely collapse.

Filippo Toreyes was in a state of fear and anger. His men found videos of the incident on the mobile phones of onlookers at the scene. Although the video is very blurry, it can still be seen that the mutant among the kidnappers is extremely powerful. The artificial mutants he bought from the mutant factory were no match for him.

This was the first time he had seen such a powerful mutant, so powerful that it made people shudder. Where did the Mata Group find this monster?

Miguel Reyes and Burton Herrera, who were standing on the side, had equally unhappy faces.

Filippoto hooked Bolton's neck with one hand and said in an angry tone against Bolton's ear.

"Baromata, he attacked my family without mercy. Only a madman would do this to my daughter. It's dangerous. Crazy beast. I want him dead. He can't wait until next year. I don't want you to kill his lawyer and accountant." And small roles like finance, I want you to kill his secretary, his partner! Anyone who has helped him, I want them to die! As long as someone licks the stamp and sticks it on the envelope with his name, I want them to die! Then find me everyone who has shaken hands with him and kill them all!"

Just because his daughter was kidnapped would not make Filippoto lose his calm. What really made him so angry was because he felt that his life was threatened.

"No matter how much it costs, bring Francis here, especially the woman under him. They are the best at dealing with mutants."

This threat reminded him of the humiliation and fear he felt when he was a robber. At that time, he and his brother Miguel had to give two-thirds of all the money they robbed to the gang boss. Later, they joined forces to kill the boss, went independent, and established the huge Reyes Group.

"I understand, boss."

Bolton shrugged, and not long after, he got on a motorcycle or two and headed to the outskirts of Mexico City. This is a classic Harley Street Fighter with modified ape handlebars. It constantly weaves and overtakes in the traffic flow, which is very arrogant.

The mutant factory was disguised as a very ordinary chemical factory, not far from the main road in Mexico City. The Mexican president's fragile control over the country makes them somewhat unscrupulous.

The checkpoint at the gate outside the factory was obviously very familiar with Burton, so he directly opened the gate barrier and let him in.

Burton parked his motorcycle in the parking lot, took out an ID card, and opened the heavy alloy door. Inside is a very ordinary chemical plant layout, with thick pipes, huge reaction tanks, and reactors. There are even many workers pretending to maintain production. He entered the real mutant factory through a dark and dank underground passage.

"Welcome to hell!"

Francis, the head of the mutant factory, was holding a folder in his hand and wearing a white coat, standing in front of Bolton. The scene behind him was indeed no different from hell. Ice water, electric chair, waterboarding, soldering iron, sticks. The staff in the mutant factory are torturing the experimental subjects in the factory in various ways, putting them into a near-death state in order to stimulate the mutant serum injected into the body.

The shrill screams almost pierced people's eardrums. Some experimental subjects have been stimulated with the

There is truly no place on earth more like hell than here.

"We have created three new mutants this time. I believe Mr. Filippoto will be very satisfied."

Francis's face narrowed, like a fox that has spotted its prey. A brainwashed mutant can be sold for at least US$7 million, while the cost does not exceed US$150,000. The bulk is just the X weapon serum. In the chaotic Mexico, the cost of these experimental bodies is zero.

Thanks to these wealthy drug lords, they have made billions of dollars and supplied dozens of mutant thugs to this chaotic land.

This is like an arms race. As long as one party purchases mutants, the other party must purchase a corresponding number of mutants to maintain a balance of combat power. Mexico's chaos is its best salesman.

Bolton took out his phone and clicked on the video.

"No, Mr. Filippoto asked me to come here because he wants to know if this person is your product?"

Francis's face became serious. He took the phone and replayed it back and forth, carefully observing Broly's movements in the video.

"This is not a product of our company. I'm not even sure if he is a mutant."

This was a variable that Francis didn't care about on the surface, but he was very interested in it in his heart.

"As soon as he showed up, he killed the senior lawyer of the Reyes Group, destroyed one of our factories, and kidnapped Mr. Filippoto's daughter." Burton detailed what Broly had done. He said it. These things cannot be hidden, so it is better to say it directly: "We also suspect that the destruction of a transfer station was also because of him."

"Now that the Reyes Group has exposed its weak side, Mr. Filippoto wants to hire you and Sand Angel to get rid of this person."

Burton said.

"Why should I help you? This person is very powerful and very troublesome."

Francis handed the phone back to Burton.

"Money is not a problem. Mr. Filippoto is willing to spend a lot of money to ask you to help. What's more important is Mr. Francis. This group of people has broken the balance between the various groups. If the Reyes Group is destroyed, the Mata Group will only Come to you with guns, not money to buy mutants."

Bolton was able to become the Reyes Group's third mission not just because he was ruthless.

Francis was silent for a moment. Although he doesn't take these drug lords seriously, the chaotic situation does hinder his business. The people behind him don't want to see this situation.

"Okay, let's talk about price next."