Saiyans in the Marvel Universe

"who are they."

Broly asked as he watched the plane fly away.

"A group of people who specialize in serving killers. They are people from the Continental Hotel."

Alejandro said.

"Continental Hotel?"

This immediately piqued Broly's interest.

"The Continental Hotel is an institution set up by a group of people from the underground world to regulate the rules of the underground world. They provide killers with various services, including firearms and equipment, target intelligence, accommodation and rest. No one is allowed to kill anyone in the Continental Hotel. "

Desperate for revenge, he became a killer and spent some time in the Continental Hotel. During an operation, he met CIA agent Matt and became his informant before leaving the Continental Hotel.

(The Continental Hotel is derived from the killer organization in the John Wick series of movies. I wonder if you have guessed it from the old man who collected the corpses in the previous chapter)

"After the Reyes Group is resolved, give me one as well."

Broly said, getting into the van. He was a little disappointed. He destroyed the Reyes Group's drug factory and did not receive any revival points.

Alejandro shrugged and started the van.

The dilapidated van drove bumpily on the dirt road, quickly leaving the garage behind.

"Who is it! Are you from the Mata Group?"

Filippo Toreyes had a beard, brown skin, and a large skull, like a lion's. At this time, he was obviously angry, his eyebrows and hair were trembling, and his face was red due to congestion. Everyone in the room fell silent due to the dangerous aura he exuded.

Everyone knew the consequences of offending Filiberto.

After enduring the most painful torture, the corpse was hung from a street lamp, which was nothing more than the most common practice of the Reyes Group. He once chopped people into pieces and put them in the refrigerator to give to his enemies.

"We are still confirming that almost no one saw them take action and they perfectly avoided all cameras."

Bolton's face is not very good-looking. He controls the armed forces of the Reyes Group and uses cruel methods to attack the enemies of the Reyes Group and the traitors within it.

"But they still left clues, which were given to us by our friends in the police station."

The strength of Diaz's bulletproof car exceeded Alejandro's expectations. The engine compartment was not completely destroyed despite the damage from the grenade.

The internal line in the police station sent a photo. A piece of hood that was packed in a sealed bag. Although there were traces of flames on it and it was severely deformed, the mark left by a shoe heel could still be clearly seen.

"Mutant?"

Filippoto's expression suddenly became serious.

"Are you from the Brotherhood of Mutants?"

To say who the Reyes Group's most fearful enemy is, it is definitely not the powerful American departments such as the CIA and FBI, but the Brotherhood of Mutants, a terrorist organization that does not follow any rules at all. They are inextricably linked to the mutant factory, from where they bought more than a dozen brainwashed mutants as killers.

"It shouldn't be them. If it's really the Brotherhood of Mutants, then we should all be stuck in a hornet's nest with steel bars by now."

Burton made a joke that wasn't funny.

"It should be the Mata Group. They found a mutant killer and thought they could deal with us."

Because of the bad relationship between the U.S. government and mutants, neither the CIA nor the FBI have mutant members. So they didn't suspect them.

"Then what are you waiting for? Find a group of people to take revenge immediately! I want to make Balomata feel the pain!"

Filippoto roared like an angry lion. As a drug cartel, their biggest fear is to be thought to be weak. Competitors and collaborators will tear up the behemoth Reyes Group and devour it like hyenas that smell blood.

He drank a glass of water and took a breath.

"In addition, arrange for Antonio to follow my daughter, and those beasts of the Mata Group can do anything."

Fiesta Hotel Naucalpan, 27th floor.

Alejandro was observing the school opposite with a huge monocular telescope. He patted the telescope and said:

"Swarovski, the noble in telescopes, CIA only uses the best."

The image of the expensive telescope is so clear and sharp that you can almost clearly see the nose hairs in the guard's nostrils.

"Now we have two plans. One is to rush into the opposite school later and get her over. This is simpler and won't cause too many accidents. The other is to intercept her in the middle, which will cause more trouble. Chaos, but also more like a drug cartel approach.”

Broly was dealing with a large pile of burritos and asked without raising his head:

"Which way can kill more people?"

Alejandro shrugged.

"Of course it's the second one. Filippo Toreyes has arranged a lot of bodyguards for his daughter."

Broly picked up a large bottle of beer and drank it all:

"Then we'll wait here until they get out of school. Also, order thirty pies for me."

San Ignacio Girls' School was established as early as when the Spanish ruled Mexico and was a model of a girls' school in the 18th century. It has developed to this day and is still one of the best schools in Mexico. Most of the students who study there are the daughters of senior officials, foreign officials stationed in Mexico, and business celebrities.

Before the 1990s, it was impossible for the daughter of a drug dealer to attend this historic school.

Isabella Reyes's campus life was not pleasant. Her classmates were vaguely rejecting her, and the daughter of an American diplomat even humiliated her in person several times.

When school was over, almost all the luxury cars in Mexico appeared at the school gate, and five identical Chevrolet Suburbans were particularly conspicuous.

Several bodyguards in black escorted Isabella into the Saber in the middle.

Isabella picked up the tablet on her seat and tapped it absently.

"Why are there so many people today?"

She said, looking at the person sitting on the edge with a somewhat frightened look. He was a strong man with a dull expression. His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray and there was no trace of energy. His rock-hard muscles stretched his suit so tightly that it was almost torn apart.

Isabella had seen how they killed people, cruelly and efficiently, without any mercy. They looked like humans, but in fact they were just weapons crafted to kill people.

"Some people are causing trouble for the group recently, and the boss is worried that they are targeting the young lady."

said the bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat.

Isabella lay back on her seat expressionlessly and continued to play with the tablet in her hand. Suddenly, the cartoon playing on the tablet was interrupted.

"Maja Fake, unable to connect to the Internet!"

The bodyguard on the co-pilot immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and contacted the bodyguards in other cars. He did not simply regard the disconnection as a poor signal.

"Check the signal! Check the surroundings for unusual movements! Someone may want to attack us."

The bodyguards in other vehicles discovered a moment later that the signal to the entire convoy was down.

"Quick! Speed ​​up!"

The bodyguard felt his heart twitching violently, as if it was being held by an invisible hand. He took out his dagger, cut open the seat, took out the rifle inside, loaded the magazine, and opened the safety.