Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 21

Tri-Fei Ornament Island, S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. The magnificent building serves as the hub of this international organization, and the shiny bald head sitting in the office is the brain of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury is currently supporting his chin with both hands, staring at the chaotic scene on the TV. With its tremendous destructive power, the figure in the footage inexplicably reminded him of events from over a decade ago, when he had just joined S.H.I.E.L.D. There was a woman then, too, who could unleash such devastating energy.

Suddenly, he pressed the pause button; Broly’s figure was relatively precise on the TV.

“That might not be a belt…”

As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he is very familiar with mutants. Broly’s abilities are too diverse to fit the typical mutant profile. After a moment of thought, he dialed a number on the phone.

“Phil, come to my office.”

Soon, an agent with a receding hairline appeared in the office.

“Look into this person. I want to know his past experiences, his identity, his psychological state, his accomplices, and the causes and consequences of this unrest in Mexico,” Nick Fury said, glancing at the TV screen showing the burning wreckage of infantry fighting vehicles. “Be careful not to engage him directly.”

Even the well-trained S.H.I.E.L.D. agents would not be a match for this destroyer.

Nick Fury pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. Earth is far more dangerous than ordinary people imagine. S.H.I.E.L.D. spends a vast amount of funds each year and still feels powerless in the face of such monsters. If this attacker were to appear in New York, their response wouldn’t be much better than Mexico’s.

Police, S.W.A.T., and even the National Guard have no experience handling such situations.

This made him think back to that fanciful plan from his youth. Perhaps only a monster can fight a monster.

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An anti-tank team has set up a launch site on the roof of a restaurant. Their target is the mutant on the street below, devastating the Mexican Army.

The first regiments to arrive had already been defeated, ultimately losing their combat effectiveness. They were the third wave to come.

The “Peregrine” anti-tank missile consists of the aiming device and the launch tube.

The launch tube’s power and cooling modules power the missile’s electronic components and cool the infrared guidance head before launch.

The “Peregrine” anti-tank missile uses a 320X320 mercury cadmium telluride starting infrared focal plane array for imaging. The guidance head’s high resolution is highly dependent on a low-temperature environment, as it loses the ability to lock onto targets at room temperature.

Although Stark Industries’ technology is robust, the compact cooling module can only operate for a maximum of four minutes. If the missile is not launched within four minutes of activation, this expensive missile, worth the price of a luxury car, is directly scrapped.

But Broly’s movements are simply too fast, often instantly moving out of the sight of the aiming device, making it impossible to lock on.

They had already scrapped two expensive missile sets for this reason.

“Stay calm, stay calm. Activate the missile and aim only when he stops,” said the leader of the anti-tank team, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. Although he said this, facing a monster that treats infantry fighting vehicles like toys, who could remain calm?

Other anti-tank teams had fled the scene but still held their ground.

“Boom!”

A green energy projectile exploded directly between two infantry fighting vehicles, flipping them with its shockwave.

Broly jumped onto one of the vehicles, allowing the survivors inside to flee in panic.

“The energy is surging.”

The continuously surging energy was nearing a limit. Due to staying in an enraged state for too long, his rationality had been entirely swallowed by a desire to fight, never stopping as long as enemies were standing before him. “Opportunity!”

The team leader quickly activated the missile, locking Broly in the targeting reticle through the sight. The system automatically transmitted the target information to the missile.

“Hurry, baby!”

The cooling of the guidance head wasn’t instantaneous; even the advanced “Peregrine” anti-tank missile required at least fifteen seconds.

“Beep—”

The successful lock-on beep in the ears of the anti-tank team sounded like music from heaven.

“Fire!”

The missile’s launch engine worked rapidly, ejecting the missile body from the tube and ceasing. A few meters after being ejected, the flight engine started working, spewing bright tail flames, propelling the missile to accelerate swiftly.

Under the flight computer’s planned attack path, the missile climbed at an 18-degree angle, reaching its peak altitude before the guidance head began to operate. The guidance section, through algorithms, compared every frame generated by the guidance head with pre-stored target images, distinguishing Broly from among a mass of heat sources. The missile fins adjusted, constantly correcting the missile’s flight attitude and direction, diving down like a meteor.

“Clang!”

The diving missile was suddenly caught in Broly’s hands. Its designer, Tony Stark, probably hadn’t considered the possibility of a rocket being seen in flight. The fuse did not trigger, and the powerful tandem warhead did not detonate, remaining eerily quiet.

“Ha!”

Broly shouted explosively, hurling the missile back like a spear. The whistling missile returned even faster than it came.

“Boom!”

The fierce explosion destroyed the entire launch site.

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Alejandro watched the devastated streets, wrecked by Broly’s rampage, which had advanced three blocks. Here, one could barely hear the explosions.

So, this was Broly’s true strength, he mused.

His phone suddenly rang in his pocket. Snapping back to reality, he pulled out the phone, checked the number, and pressed the call button.

“Alex, where did you find this guy? According to our internal information, a fifth of Mexico City’s mobile forces have been destroyed, and their president is nearly insane,” said Matt’s voice from the other end of the phone. After seeing the live broadcast on TV, he immediately thought of Alejandro and obtained a lot of information about the Mexican upper echelons through CIA channels:

“Tony Stark is going to make a lot of money. This disastrous performance by the army has finally convinced the Mexican president and the big shots in the Restoration Movement Party to allocate funds and upgrade their weapons. Stark Industries’ people are already preparing the quotation.”

Alejandro unconsciously tapped his thigh.

“How are you planning to leave Mexico? They’ve gone mad, and even if they blockade the borders and dig three feet into the ground, they won’t let you leave,” Matt said calmly. “Just twenty minutes ago, the Mexican government formally requested aid from the U.S. government. A brigade from the 1st Infantry Division and an attack helicopter battalion have already begun assembling. Although your friend is strong, I’m not optimistic about your outcome.”

Finally, Alejandro spoke on the phone.

“You can take him away, but I won’t leave Mexico without completing my revenge.”

Standing beside him, Wade suddenly panicked, grabbing Alejandro by the neck.

“Friend, don’t forget about me! I need to get out of this hellhole, too!”

With Broly causing such a mess, even the usually fearless Wade was unnerved.

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