Saiyans in the Marvel Universe

Alejandro took out his dagger, cut off the right ears of all the corpses present, put them in his pockets and took them away. This was a fixed method used by the Mata group to demonstrate to the enemy.

A siren sounded not far away on Reforma Avenue, one of the busiest streets in Mexico City, next to Chapultepec Park. It is one of the priorities of the Mexican police to maintain order.

"We should go."

Alejandro put his hood back on, sat in the driver's seat, and threw the bag containing the ears onto the passenger seat. Broly leaned out, grabbed the window frame of the van with one hand, clamped the assault rifle with the other hand, and fired at the approaching police car.

The recoil of the rifle was almost non-existent to him.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

A cloud of sparks erupted from the engine compartment of the police car, and the engine was pierced by a bullet. The police car tilted sharply and hit the road. The police officers inside quickly stopped the car, abandoned the car and fled.

Broly put away his rifle, sat back down, closed the car door, and said with a sullen face.

"You just stole four of my heads."

He just fought hard and got no experience.

Alejandro was familiar with the route through Mexico City. After a few turns, the sound of sirens was almost gone. There was something strange about him being so obsessed with killing Broly.

"Don't worry, there are still opportunities ahead."

Broly turned the safety on his rifle, took out the magazine and started loading bullets into it.

The next target is the Reyes Group's drug factory, located in a hidden car repair shop. It can produce about twenty tons of methamphetamine a year. It is the largest of the Reyes Group's fifty factories. These methamphetamines, together with high-purity drugs from Colombia, Bolivia and Peru, were transported to Texas through border tunnels, and then transported to various states via mules.

This is a line flowing with gold, bringing abundant cash flow to Reyes Group. Therefore, this important car repair shop is very hidden, with more than 80 heavily armed soldiers on duty to guard it, and there are sentinels on the periphery.

"How did you find it there?"

Broly asked curiously.

"As a car repair shop, its power consumption is too high, and its water consumption and sewage discharge exceed standards. The Reyes Group thinks it is very covert, but in fact the CIA has discovered this place long ago."

Alejandro said.

The car repair shop is in a town on the outskirts of Mexico City. Mexico's infrastructure is very imperfect. There are only more than ten kilometers of roads after leaving the city, and the rest are dirt roads.

Dust was rising into the sky along the way, and outside the car window there was only an endless wilderness with clumps of Haloxylon ammodendron trees growing there.

"Be vigilant, our cars are too conspicuous now."

Alejandro squinted his eyes and observed the movements on both sides.

A settlement appeared in front of the skyline, with dilapidated buildings and barricades on the road. Several Hispanic men with fierce looks on their faces stood beside the barricades.

They are all members of the Reyes Group and guard the only route to the garage.

"What are you going to do?"

they said in Spanish.

“I was the tour guide, and there was a Yankee in the back seat who wanted to take some starry sky photography in the desert of Mexico.”

Broly didn't understand Spanish, so when he saw Alejandro talking about himself, he hurriedly raised the single-lens camera in his hand to signal.

The Hispanic man looked at Broly and stared at the camera in his eyes. He licked his plump lips. The camera looked very valuable.

He said with some ferocity.

"Give me that camera and go back."

Broly didn't understand what he said and looked at Alejandro.

Alejandro shook his head and whistled.

The Hispanic man wanted to say something else, but a hand stretched out from the car and grabbed his neck. His eyes popped out, and he only had time to make a slight "ho ho" sound before he was crushed to death.

Several people on the side were shot down before they could clearly see the situation of their companions.

"Do it! Don't let them notify the people at the garage!"

Alejandro opened the door, got out of the driver's seat, used the van as a cover, and shot at everyone in the settlement.

Broly was afraid that he would steal all the heads, so he pulled out his rifle from under the seat, raised his hand and shot. He turned on the fully automatic mode, and his hands were like a vise, holding the rifle firmly in place. The rifle did not rise at all due to the recoil.

With the muffled sound of bullets penetrating the human body, the unprepared gunman was instantly shot down and his body fell to the ground.

Broly held the gun in both hands, kicked the door open, and then retreated behind the wall. A burst of gunfire erupted in the room, and the bullets bit into the wall, peeling off large chunks of cement. He broke the window with his elbow and fired through the window in the direction of the gunfire. Several shots knocked down the gunman inside.

He is responsible for clearing the building of enemies, while Alejandro is on guard with a gun to prevent anyone from escaping from the settlement.

Accompanied by bursts of gunfire, everyone in the entire settlement was quickly killed and injured. They never imagined that the reason for their death was just a fool who wanted to take advantage of the camera.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for reaching level four and gaining three skill points and one attribute point]

There were a total of about forty people in the entire settlement, who contributed more than two hundred experience points to him. Adding on the previous experience, Broly was promoted three levels in a row, reaching level four. It's just that the experience required for each upgrade is doubled. Now at level 4, the upgrade requires 400 experience points.

The rule is that you get one skill point for every level you upgrade, and you get one attribute point for every three levels you upgrade. Attribute points are much more precious than skill points.

Without hesitation, he added attribute points to strength. All the muscles in his body suddenly tightened, and a surge of power surged out from deep within his body. He felt that his strength had increased by about one-third.

This is a bit scary. The improvement he has made through continuous training during this period is far less than the improvement made by adding points. Moreover, intelligence, which is difficult to train, can also be improved by adding points. It seems that attribute points are more precious than he expected.

"Who is there!"

Broly suddenly shouted low and picked up a young boy who was about thirteen or fourteen years old from a piece of grass. His face was full of panic, his face was extremely pale, and his whole body was shaking.

He knelt directly on the ground and was about to beg for mercy.

"boom!"

The boy was killed in one blow, and his lifeless body fell limply to the ground.

Broly put away his gun and sat back in the car.

Alejandro whistled.

"You were much more decisive than I thought. I thought I needed to help you with your shot."

Broly sat on the seat and closed his eyes to relax.

"Since he chose to pick up a gun and become a warrior, don't even think about getting away by kneeling down."

Alejandro shrugged, cut off a few ears hastily, put them in his pocket, shook the ears in the bag, he cleaned up the scene, picked up all the shell casings and bullets, and left the The body with Broly's fingerprints is taken away.

Although the level of the Mexican police is not high, he still did not leave any clues at the scene due to professional habits.

He threw the bag with the ears on the passenger seat, got into the car, took a cigarette and took a long puff.

"What we're going to do next will drive the entire Reyes Group crazy."

Broly said nonchalantly.

"I just love making people crazy."