Saiyans in the Marvel Universe

US-Mexico border, entry and exit ports. An RV stopped at the customs checkpoint.

"March in

Take command

Line up

Take a stand

Make this war to art”

Deafening industrial heavy metal rock was playing in the car, and two white men in beach shirts and beach pants swayed to the music.

"Passport?" asked the customs officer at the checkpoint, "Are you all Americans?"

"Yes, it's the Americans."

The driver in the car took out two passports and handed them to the staff.

The staff took the passports, which were just a pair of thick ones. It is much easier to enter Mexico from the United States than from Mexico to the United States.

"Um, are you going to the port of Ensenada, Mexico?"

He asked the two people in the car.

"Yes, go take a look and try to catch a tuna."

The staff returned the passport to the driver.

"Is it the tuna season recently? Many people are going to enter Mexico these days, so I wish you a safe journey."

The driver started the RV and sped down the Mexican highway.

"Marafak, it seems there are many competitors for this job."

The RV exited the highway at a fork in the road, drove on a dilapidated country road, and finally drove into a village. There were already three people in the village squatting on the roadside, smoking and waiting.

"You're late, Wade."

The three of them stood up. They were all tall and had thick calluses on their fingers and palms.

"No way, the traffic coming out of Pendleton is as big as my intestines."

Wade Wilson said he climbed into the cabin of the RV and removed the mattress, revealing neatly arranged guns and ammunition inside. There were even two packages of C4 explosives and more than twenty offensive grenades.

(Wade Wilson is Deadpool’s real name, and he does not yet have superpowers at this time.)

The five people skillfully distributed various guns and ammunition and checked the condition of the guns.

"As you all know, the enemy this time is the Reyes Group. Under normal circumstances, we would not have taken on such a job. But I heard that the Mata Group recently found a very powerful mutant and defeated the Reyes Group. It’s overwhelming.”

said five-man organizer Jack Hamer.

"We'll fix it up here for a day and then head to Mexico City."

Most of the five people are former members of the special forces, and even if they are not, they are retired Marines and have already experienced hundreds of battles. Some people just lay down in the shade of the trees to rest and regain their energy; others carried rifle target paper and went to the wasteland outside the village to calibrate their firearms.

Jack Hammer, nicknamed Weasel, opened a bottle of cold beer and took a sip.

"We are going to make a fortune this time, Wade. No one in the whole of Mexico is richer than Filippoto and Barlow."

He has a very broad network among mercenaries and can often organize people to take on tasks with high commissions. Although he does not participate in the battle, he can always draw a lot of money from it.

The cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Jack Hammer glanced at the caller number and his expression became serious. He pointed to the phone and said to Wade.

"He's a ruthless character, the guy nicknamed Sicario."

After he finished speaking, he answered the phone.

"Hello?"

A tired voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You are in Mexico now."

Jack immediately denied it.

"How is that possible? I'm in New York and I got a big job."

There was a sneer on the other end of the phone.

"Well, if I bump into you, I won't hold back."

Jack instantly panicked:

"Okay, I'm in Mexico, what's going on?"

The other end of the phone said:

"Let me join your team and take over the tasks of the Mata Group. I will give you an address and we will meet up in two days."

An ordinary roadside stall selling mainly fried pork rinds, Gorditas and Churros. The large pieces of pork skin are fried like corn tortillas, very greasy, and paired with sour pickled cucumbers, the flavor is great. Gorditas are very similar to Roujiamo. They are stuffed with diced pork rinds, grilled meat and cheese, and are smeared with salsa. One of them is half full.

Churros are a Spanish snack, similar to churros, with fried sweet dough sprinkled with a layer of sugar.

The owner of the stall is a middle-aged Mexican with a beer belly. At his peak, he could make more than 5,000 Gorditas a day, but at this time, he was sweating profusely and exhausted.

A very tall and strong Asian man sat in front of the stall owner and stuffed his prepared food into his mouth almost at a speed of one mouthful.

Alejandro crossed his legs helplessly, sitting on a plastic chair and reading a novel. The image of him in a suit and a dirty stall looks very inconsistent.

He was used to Broly's prodigious appetite.

A dilapidated RV came from the corner of the street and stopped suddenly in front of the stall. The window was rolled down, revealing Jack's face.

"Hey Alex, long time no see."

Wade, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened the car door, walked to the stall, pulled out a plastic chair, and sat next to Broly. He said to the boss.

"Give me a cake like this."

"Sorry, sir, the materials are no longer available."

The stall owner actually felt relieved when he said this.

Wade shrugged helplessly and reached out to touch Broly's tail around his waist.

"Friend, where did you buy this furry belt? It's very fashionable."

Broly had already trained his tail so that it was no longer a weakness. He swung his tail and shook off Wade's hand.

"This isn't a belt, it's my tail."

Wade immediately pulled out a tissue and wiped his hands.

"Sorry, uh, is your tail like a Na'vi braid, uh, an organ?"

Broly was a little strange:

"Na'vi?"

Alejandro coughed and said:

"The Na'vi are a creature in the movie Avatar, and the braids, ahem, are their X organs."

Broly silently took out a tissue, wiped his greasy hands, then picked up Wade like a chicken and planted it upside down in a trash can on the roadside.

"Do you really want to die, my friend?"

As he spoke, he lifted up the heavy metal trash can and clamped it with his arms. The thick trash can suddenly deformed like ooze, tightly hugging Wade.

Wade struggled violently, his exposed legs dangling wildly.

"No, man, I was just joking, please don't do this, please let me out and I'll apologize to you!"

Broly put the trash can back in its place.

"If an apology helps, then why do we need the police?"

By now, Wade was finally panicking.

"puff!"

A laugh.

"Jack! Damn Fuck! I heard you laughing!"

Wade fluttered angrily.

"Pfft, Wade, you know, I have been strictly trained and I usually don't laugh unless I can't help it, pfft!"