Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 16

“Thank you.”

Alejandro carried the scent of gunpowder on him, his bulletproof vest bearing three or four bullet marks. The gunners from Reyes Group had put up a fierce resistance; it had taken considerable effort, but fortunately, no one was lost.

He glanced back at Chap’s corpse in the rear seat, his eyes slightly moist.

“No need, consider this repayment for the food over this period.”

Broly lay on the van’s seat, closing his eyes to recuperate. The Satanic Combat Skill was more substantial than he had anticipated; the martial art wasn’t weak. It was just that Satan had not fully harnessed its power.

Although advancing martial skills became harder as one progressed, Broly advanced the Satanic Combat Skill to level 11 during this period of combat and training. One more level would be maxed out at level 12, where he would gain another passive skill.

He hesitated momentarily and decided not to use his skill points for the upgrade.

Broly’s talents were extraordinary; leveling up such martial skills typically took little time. He planned to use his skill points to improve on more challenging skills, like teleportation.

Wolverine Jack Hammer discusses the bounty issue with Fernando in the back. With the addition of a powerful mutant, they obviously couldn’t settle for the previous payment amount. Fernando was still resentful about Broly killing Chap.

A chap was mighty and not particularly loyal to the Reyes Group, making him a likely candidate to be turned to the Mata Group. Eventually, Fernando reluctantly agreed to raise the bounty to eight hundred thousand dollars. Broly would receive six hundred thousand of that, with the remaining two hundred thousand to be split among the others.

Jack felt elated; a mercenary’s income wasn’t as much as outsiders might think, and eight hundred thousand dollars was a good start. With Broly’s formidable strength, they would make a fortune in upcoming battles.

Within two days, Chap’s body was hung from a billboard on the freeway in Mexico City. The battle between Reyes Group and Mata Group immediately escalated, with bodies of mid-to-high-level members from both sides appearing around Mexico City. The city was filled with gunfire, and many citizens began fleeing.

Over the next week, Broly and the mercenaries undertook several missions for Mata Group in Mexico City’s underworld, earning a notorious reputation. One notable mercenary was injured in battle and returned to the US for treatment.

Frequent battles directly increased Broly’s level to six, with three mutants contributing significant experience points.

While some suspected Broly might be the mutant who had kidnapped Filiberto Reyes’s daughter, only the latter half of the incident was captured on video. Broly, inflamed with anger and wearing a hood, grew over two meters tall, so suspicions remained just that. The Mata Group did not want to offend such a powerful mutant during the war based on mere suspicion.

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Francis was watching the surveillance footage on a large screen.

In the video, Broly was shirtless, hitting a punching bag. His robust muscles looked like they were made of sleekly defined steel blocks. Sweat flowed freely, dampening his messy black hair.

The punching bag in front of him was not a traditional one but a massive steel high-pressure gas cylinder. The body of the cylinder was cut open, filled with iron sand, and suspended from a steel frame by steel cables.

The walls of the high-pressure gas cylinder were two centimeters thick, and with the iron sand inside, it was nearly as heavy as a solid block of iron. Any ordinary person punching it would likely break their bones with no other result.

But every punch from Broly sent the heavy gas cylinder soaring into the air. The rigid walls of the cylinder were covered with deep and shallow fist prints. The swaying of the gas cylinder emitted a chilling howl, echoing as it almost got knocked away by a single punch. He was contending against his strength.

“He is a terrifying monster. No wonder he easily subdued our products. Even Chap died by his hands. His appearance hasn’t undergone any bizarre changes due to his powers.” Francis’s eyes almost glowed with excitement. Such a powerful mutant was the perfect soldier, an ideal subject for the Weapon X program. The serum extracted from his body could be used to mass-produce powerful super-soldiers. Not all mutants are suitable for serum extraction; for mutants like Chap, the serum has extremely poor compatibility with normal humans, and there are almost no successful cases of activating powers. The headquarters had once imprisoned a mutant with rapid healing abilities, but unfortunately, he escaped from the lab.

Standing beside him, Bolivar Trask looked displeased as he questioned Francis.

“Why do your products contain a signal transmitter, and we were not informed?”

They could pinpoint Broly’s location and sneak in to install surveillance cameras and bugs because the mutant factory’s products all had signal transmitters installed within them. They had located this safe house based on the signals emitted by the transmitters.

“Don’t worry about these details, Bolivar. We install signal transmitters just to provide better after-sales service. For example, if a product suddenly regains some memories or loses control, we can promptly retrieve them. Trust us, our after-sales service is simply perfect.”

Francis dismissed the concern, his attention entirely focused on Broly. If he could achieve a breakthrough with this subject, he would be able to leave Mexico, this wretched place, and no longer deal with these stinking drug traffickers.

Bolivar laughed sarcastically:

“I thought the money we paid was enough to own these mutants completely.”

He was about to say more when suddenly, Francis grabbed his throat and lifted him into the air. Bolivar struggled weakly, his face red due to the difficulty in breathing.

“We appreciate your patience, Mr. Trask. After all, our after-sales service isn’t cheap.”

The reason Francis was sent to manage this mutant factory was twofold: firstly, because Mexico had an abundance of readily available experimental subjects, and secondly, to extract a substantial amount of cash flow from these wealthy drug traffickers to support the experiments. His emotions stirred with the opportunity to leave, and he finally stopped being diplomatic with Trask.

“Let’s move, and this is a perfect subject.”

Saying this, he threw Trask, held in his grasp, to the ground.

Trask, almost suffocating, greedily gasped for air, breathing in the fresh air. Twelve fully armed soldiers followed Francis and the Dust Devil into three Cadillac Escalades.

Trask hesitated momentarily, quietly pressed a button on his mobile phone in his pocket, and entered one of the Cadillac Escalades.

The convoy roared out of the underground garage, heading towards the safe house.

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