Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 24

The Humvee quickly exited the control area of the Mexican Army, proceeding unhindered. The Mexican officers didn’t dare to stop a U.S. military vehicle at this critical time.

Parking the conspicuous Humvee in an underground garage, the group changed out of their military uniforms into civilian clothes. Broly, whose hairstyle was striking, also put on a baseball cap.

Switching to an older Ford Crown Victoria, Matt planned to take the freeway to leave Mexico City. With severe riots occurring, dozens of countries had issued travel warnings, advising their citizens to avoid traveling to Mexico for the time being.

Some residents and tourists in Mexico City were also leaving the city by all available means. The freeway was jammed for over ten kilometers, with all vehicles moving at a snail’s pace.

The old Crown Victoria blended inconspicuously into the traffic.

Suddenly, a commotion arose ahead on the freeway. One after another, M1A2SEPV3 main battle tanks and M2A3 Bradley fighting vehicles drove by on the opposite lane. The clanking of their rubber tracks on the road created a loud noise.

These swiftly moving steel behemoths brazenly showcased America’s strength.

“God bless America!”

Some Americans stepped out of their cars, frantically waving at the passing armored vehicles, while the remaining Mexicans watched the scene with complex expressions.

Matt, too, leaned out excitedly and shouted along with the convoy:

“God bless America!”

Alejandro’s cheek muscles twitched.

“What’s that expression about?”

Matt sat back down and looked at Alejandro.

“Nothing, just marveling that you’re indeed a true American,” Alejandro said.

“Business is business. I’m just carrying out the tasks assigned by my superiors, and I still love America,” Matt replied nonchalantly.

“If they knew Broly was in this car owned by a patriot like you, I bet you’d be shot up in a second,” Matt continued.

It took them about six hours to finally leave the vicinity of Mexico City. After the traffic split, the road became much more apparent.

Throughout the journey, the radio in the car continuously broadcasted updates on Mexico City. The U.S. Army, desperate for results, had come up empty-handed. The Green Demon seemed to have evaporated from Mexico City, leaving no trace.

“If I were Phil Coulson, I’d be feeling quite desperate right now,” Matt said with a touch of helplessness.

Alejandro, Broly, and Wade were all unwilling to leave Mexico just like that. Alejandro wanted revenge, but Broly was on a mission to dismantle the Reyes Group, and Wade’s reason was that since he was already there, he might as well have made a big score.

Out of options, Matt decided to join the three in their endeavor. His original mission was to weaken and destroy the Reyes Group, as Washington’s bigwigs were increasingly frustrated with the relentless flow of drugs across the U.S.-Mexico border.

“Taking down a cartel like the Reyes Group root and branch is nearly impossible in the Mexican context, but causing them to fall apart is much easier,” Matt noted.

“Cartel,” an economic term, originally refers to an organization formed by a group of independent enterprises producing similar products to raise prices and control the production of those products. The most famous cartels include OPEC, which controls oil trading, and De Beers, which controls diamond trading.

When the word “cartel” is associated with drugs, it sends shivers down the spine. Gangs unite to control the production and pricing of drugs, evolving from street gangs to warlords and syndicates, escalating their turf wars from brawls and shootouts to the intensity of wars. The Guadalajara Cartel was one of the earliest. They are like a pack of wolves, uniting for the prey, with the Reyes brothers as the alpha wolves, possessing the most vital force and wealth.

“The Reyes brothers have already left Mexico City and fled, but they can’t stay hidden for long without losing control over their gang leaders.”

These mid-level gang leaders would love to shake off the Reyes brothers to redistribute the trade profits of the Reyes Group, allowing them to pocket more money easily.

“Compared to the Reyes brothers, their subordinates, the gang leaders, are much more reckless and impulsive, making them easier to handle. Once these leaders start causing chaos, the Reyes brothers must step in to maintain their authority.”

Matt said he was familiar with the Reyes Group and the Mata Group, backed by the CIA.

He assessed that Barlo Mata would move against the Reyes Group, targeting the same gang leaders even if they did nothing.

“Which target should we choose?”

Alejandro squinted his eyes.

“How about Maracon from Juarez, one of Phil Coulson’s most trusted friends?”

Matt suggested.

Alejandro’s hand trembled slightly; when he was still a prosecutor, he had been investigating Maracon’s case, which led Phil Coulson to have his wife and daughter killed.

“Perfect!”

Alejandro gave a weathered smile. The journey from Mexico City to Juarez was nearly 1800 kilometers, and Maracon was not the most suitable target.

The group took turns driving day and night, and it took them just over two days to reach the border city of Juarez. Meanwhile, news from Mexico City kept coming. The city was still under martial law, official information about the Green Demon was profoundly taboo, and rumors were flying everywhere.

Juarez, located on the border of Mexico and Texas, is one of the most dangerous cities globally, not only because the Reyes and Mata groups are fighting for this territory but also because smaller drug trafficking groups are trying to seize the opportunity. It’s all too easy to smuggle drugs from here into the United States.

“Now our problem is how to find Alarcon.”

Matt said. As a gang leader, Alarcon had many enemies and was often targeted by assassins; therefore, he rarely stayed in one place, and few knew his actual residence.

However, these gang leaders all have a critical weakness; they need someone with a legitimate identity to launder their money. The money from drug trafficking runs into the billions, so this person cannot be obscure and must have a substantial status with numerous properties under their name.

He was about to outline his plan when Broly suddenly spoke up in the back seat.

“I have a way. Remember the plan I told you about when I first found you?”

Broly said to Alejandro. He opened the duffel bag Alejandro had brought from the safe house and took out a pair of X-Ray Vision Goggles to wear.

As a gang leader, Alarcon would undoubtedly have numerous bodyguards and possibly even mutants for protection. Juarez isn’t a large city; by identifying areas where armed personnel are concentrated and investigating them individually, they could locate Alarcon’s hideout.

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