Saiyans in the Marvel Universe

The Leslie Highway Motel is located on Highway 44 in Missouri. Front desk Taylor Belinda rested her chin on one hand, drowsing.

It's eleven o'clock in the evening, which is almost the busiest time in the hotel.

The bell rang and the lobby door was suddenly pushed open, waking Taylor. A young man and woman walked into the hotel. The man was dressed luxuriously and elegantly. The woman looks young, she looks like a high school student, pure and lovely, with blond hair.

"Bichi."

Taylor looked at the famous watch on the man's hand and the shabby clothes of the woman, and cursed in his heart. She has worked as a hotel receptionist for more than five years, and she has seen many such guests. If she doesn't find five condoms in the trash can when she cleans the room the next day, she loses.

"I would like to ask, which state is this?"

Tessa Eagle asked sheepishly. (The names of the farm father and daughter have been changed)

They were Broly and Tessa Eagle, who transformed into Bruce Wayne. They were tragically lost because they could not tell the direction in the sky.

"Huh?" Taylor Belinda looked at Tessa with a look that looked like a fool: "Are you drunk? This is Missouri. Drive another twenty kilometers and you can reach the Mark Twain National Forest Park."

"I knew it! Our direction is north!" Tessa Eagle held her forehead with a headache: "Is there a compass and a map of the United States here?"

After getting the compass and map, Broly finally found the right direction and arrived in New York before midnight on a somersault cloud.

Even at midnight, the Big Apple City is still a bustling city that never sleeps. Even from more than ten kilometers away, you can still clearly see the lights that almost illuminate half of the sky.

In bustling big cities, somersault clouds are too easy to be seen by witnesses, causing unnecessary trouble. Broly chose a dark neighborhood and clicked on the cloud.

Most of the street lamps along the street were destroyed with stones and guns, leaving only a few that emitted a dim and dim light. There was almost no one on the street, and the shops on both sides had long been closed.

There was a strong smell of urine coming from the corner.

Tessa huddled behind Broly, and they apparently landed in a relatively chaotic neighborhood.

Property taxes in the United States are directly proportional to housing prices, and property taxes are the source of funding for the American police. Wealthy communities have sufficient police presence. If homeless people enter the community, they will be driven away by the police who receive the call within a few minutes. The police in poor communities are simply not enough to maintain law and order in their communities due to insufficient funds.

In the area they chose, public security has obviously collapsed to the point where it is no better than Mexico.

"Those gangsters and gangsters should be no match for monsters."

Tessa followed Broly carefully, recalling the video of him in Mexico City, and felt a sense of security in her heart.

In such a chaotic neighborhood, taxis would not dare to drive in. After walking about a few hundred meters, I came across a restaurant that was open. The restaurant's door was locked and a small window was opened. Even this small window is sealed with a strong iron fence, leaving a small opening for customers to get their food.

A black man dressed in hip-hop and with dreadlocks was riding on a shiny Harley-Davidson motorcycle, waiting for his order of food.

He noticed the figures of Broly and Tessa, and their eyes lit up. The black man is eyeing the hot figure Tessa, but Broly is eyeing the motorcycle.

"Hey, pretty boy, your horse is pretty good. I'll give you a face with my laser gun. Take her back to give your brothers some pleasure."

The black man pulled out a pistol, smiled evilly and licked the barrel. He didn't know why the white pair were wandering Hell's Kitchen late at night, but he was prepared to give them a memory they would never forget.

Broly picked up a stone from the ground:

"Then I will give you some face and let you die more happily."

He said, flicking the stone out of his hand.

"Bang!"

The black man's head exploded and blood splattered all over the floor.

[Experience +2]

The proprietress of the restaurant let out a high-pitched scream that seemed to pierce her eardrums, pulled down an iron plate and locked it, blocking the small window. After a few seconds, the neon sign outside also dimmed.

Judging from her skilled speed, it was obviously not the first time.

Broly stepped forward and picked up the takeaway that fell on the floor. The takeout box contained a large box of fried chicken and five hot dogs. Picked up a hot dog and stuffed it into his mouth.

Tessa turned her head. Broly's current appearance as a handsome man and his devil-like appearance were really inconsistent.

"It tastes pretty good, what do you want?"

Broly gnawed clean another chicken leg.

Tessa accidentally saw the skull fragments and white brains on the ground. She retched for a while and finally managed not to spit it out. She hurriedly waved her hands to refuse.

Broly was eager to have all the food for himself. He spent a few minutes eating all the takeaways for five people. He also took off the clothes of the corpse on the ground and wiped off the brains splashed on the motorcycle. and blood.

"Let's go."

He said getting on his motorcycle.

"Can you feel free to eat that Nico? I will keep the secret for you. Just don't eat good people in the future, just eat these scum, okay?"

After gathering courage for a long time, Tessa lowered her voice and said.

"Huh?" Broly asked with a question mark on his face, "Why should I eat?"

The motorcycle roared, and after driving out of Hell's Kitchen, people finally appeared on the street. Broly stopped and asked for directions, and finally found the hotel he had booked by phone before departure.

Because of Tessa, he did not choose the Continental Hotel directly, but chose the Four Seasons Hotel in New York. This is one of the most luxurious five-star hotels in New York. The glorious marble on the floor exudes the luster of jade, and the towering lobby is as magnificent as a palace.

Matt brags that he lived here for two months on public funds. Broly wrote down the name of this hotel.

After announcing my name, the lobby manager immediately came to greet me.

"Welcome, Mr. Wayne, we have prepared everything for you."

Broly spent more than thirty thousand dollars to book a three-bedroom royal suite at the Continental Hotel. Three bedrooms, 250 square meters, more than 10,000 yuan per night, three days.

Tessa felt a little ashamed in front of the impeccable service of the lobby manager. She felt that the T-shirt that cost more than ten dollars a piece was a little hot, and she wanted to escape from the hotel.

"Why did you book such an expensive hotel?"

she asked quietly.

Broly has a strong heart and is not fascinated by these luxurious appearances at all. He orders the lobby manager and the waiters in the lobby at will.

"Since my name is Bruce Wayne, I naturally want to stay in the best hotel, and it's not far from Midtown High School. It will be very convenient to take you to school tomorrow."

It's only tens of thousands of dollars, but if you kill two people after registering at a mainland hotel, you can double the money back.