Saiyans in the Marvel Universe

He casually threw a few punches and kicks with his Satan style fighting skills, and Broly easily made an explosion in the air. With his strong strength, he finally no longer has to throw arrogant punches.

It took him a moment to realize why he was suddenly so quiet. He grabbed his head and grabbed Kakarot who was riding on his neck. Her face was red, she was sweating a lot, and her skin was a little burning.

Although she was a Saiyan, she was still just a child with a weak constitution. She suffered from heat stroke after being exposed to the blazing desert sun continuously without any shade.

In such a hot desert, her mild heat stroke can easily develop into heat stroke, and then acute kidney failure and liver failure, which are very dangerous. Broly directly dug a large sand pit in the leeward area with his hands. The sand under the ground was still very cool, with a temperature of only twenty-five or six degrees.

Putting Kakarot into the cool sand pit, Broly took off the elastic combat sleeves on his upper body, wearing only a combat vest. The technology of Frieza's army is very advanced, and the slim combat sleeves are very elastic and breathable. Even if they transform into a giant ape, they will not burst. Broly fixed the battle sleeves with wooden stakes and stretched them into a large piece, covering the sand pit and preventing the sun from directly shining on Kakarot below.

If she was exposed to the sun again, she would probably become the first Saiyan to die.

"Baby, I'm going to find someone to rescue you right now. Don't let me die."

He said, took steps and ran towards the southwest. When running at full strength, his speed is similar to that of a galloping horse, and he can cover three to four meters in one step.

Sweat flowed freely on the strong muscles, and in an instant it was dried by the scorching sun, forming layers of salt flowers.

After running for more than thirty minutes, he finally ran out of the desert and saw a piece of green. It was a farm, planted with patches of corn, a large green area. After passing through dozens of acres of cornfields, he discovered a wooden country house. There are two activity sources inside, one with combat power two and one with combat power one.

Broly rang the doorbell, and the two's combat powers instantly changed. One was raised to five, the other was raised to four, and they took the guns in their hands.

"What's the matter, boy!"

A middle-aged white man held a double-barreled shotgun in his hand and looked wary. His daughter was standing behind him with a similar shotgun in her hand. The man was a little surprised to see that the person knocking on the door was an Asian. First, there were very few Asians here, and second, it was hard to believe that there were such muscular people among Asians.

Moreover, this Asian was also dressed very strangely, wearing a strange single-sided spectacles, a strange vest, a furry belt, and tight pants with a serious bulge, which was really eye-catching.

This is Texas. A few dozen kilometers further south is the U.S.-Mexico border. Mexican smugglers dig holes on the border like prairie dogs. Mexican gangs use mules to transport drugs for the gangs. This vast, sparsely populated land is no longer under police control.

"My companion is sick. I need to borrow your car to take her to the hospital."

Broly said in somewhat awkward English.

"You can go to the White Farm three kilometers away and ask. I believe they will be kind enough to lend you the car."

The middle-aged man said something perfunctory and prepared to lock the door, but found that the door did not move at all.

"I'm not asking for your opinion, give me the car!"

Broly's anger surged, his pupils shrank to a point, and a terrifying aura surged from his body.

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he took a few steps back. Just as he was about to raise the rifle in his hand, he found that the barrel of the gun was held in the hand of the Asian man in front of him, and an irresistible force came from his hand. The gun was taken away easily.

"Don't be impulsive. Don't be impulsive. We'll give the car to you right now."

The middle-aged man's daughter took the car keys out of her father's trouser pocket and threw them to Broly. This is a hot girl with a hot body, because at home, she only wears a T-shirt and hot pants, and her legs are dazzlingly white.

"You guys come with me, bring ice and salt water, and don't play any tricks on me."

After Broly finished speaking, he tightened his grip on the double-barreled shotgun and bent it into a U shape.

"Mutant?!"

The middle-aged man had a look of fear on his face and immediately gave up resistance, while the girl had a look of curiosity.

The car on the farm was a somewhat dilapidated Ford pickup truck. Broly sat in the passenger seat and monitored the middle-aged man driving. The girl sat in the back seat carrying a medical kit.

"Are you crazy? You left a patient in the desert, thirty-five kilometers away, and she should be dead by now!"

As soon as she heard that the target's location was thirty-five kilometers away, the girl immediately became angry.

"It only took me more than half an hour to run here. With her physical condition, nothing would happen to her."

After Broly finished speaking, the girl covered her mouth in surprise. She thought Broly had walked all day and all night to reach the farm.

The old pickup truck roared, raising a cloud of smoke and dust on the desert. The middle-aged man pushed the pickup truck's speed to the limit, just to get rid of this plague god as soon as possible.

Twenty minutes later, the pickup truck came to a stop where Broly had dug the hole.

Broly got off the car, his eyebrows furrowed. His combat uniform covering the top of the sand pit was gone. The edges of the sand pit were full of messy footprints, and Kakarot disappeared.

"Who would be in this area?"

He picked up the middle-aged man's collar and lifted him up.

"Cough, cough, cough, let go, I can't breathe."

The middle-aged man discovered that Broly's hand was stronger than a bear, and he was about to break his neck.

"The mules of the Reyes Group, they are smuggling hallucinogens around here. All goods from Mexico and Colombia are transported to the United States through them. Aren't you from the Reyes Group?"

He said with difficulty.

The reason why he immediately calmed down before was because he suspected that Broly was a member of the Reyes Group. There are many mutant members in the Reyes Group who are ruthless and do all kinds of evil. Those who offend them have their families and families destroyed. If they want to survive, they can only escape from Texas.

The FBI has planned several operations against the Reyes Group, but all of them failed with heavy losses.

The middle-aged man was just an ordinary farmer and he didn't dare to provoke these vicious criminals.

"They're dead."

Broly pressed the combat power detection glasses on his head. The glasses had already recorded Kakarot's combat power characteristics, and he could easily locate her no matter where she was on the earth.

[Shame of the Saiyans: Ding! As a fighting nation, Saiyans were actually kidnapped. This is a shame for Saiyans! Please rescue the missing Kakarot, the mission will reward 20 revival points]