Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 27
Broly rummaged through the large refrigerator in the kitchen and pulled out a big slab of beef. He gathered some dry firewood, lit a campfire, sliced the meat with a kitchen knife, and skewered it on an iron spit to grill.
After all the bustling, he was already ravenous.
Soon, the marbled fat on the beef sizzled under the flames, grease popping on the surface of the meat, releasing an enticing aroma.
After sprinkling some salt, he pulled the scalding meat off the spit and devoured it hungrily.
Alejandro came over and sat beside Broly.
“Thank you. I’ve been waiting for this day for five years.”
Holding a large chunk of meat, Broly stuffed it into his mouth and chewed vigorously.
“No need to thank me; I’m just enjoying the thrill of battle.”
Alejandro shrugged and walked into the kitchen to fetch more ingredients. Alarcon’s penchant for indulgence was evident; the kitchen had the freshest ingredients. He lightly marinated these ingredients and skewered them for grilling.
Soon, Matt and Wade, having dealt with Alarcon, emerged from the study.
Wade grabbed a skewer and bit into it, then paused.
“Wait, is this truffle?” He looked at the other skewers’ ingredients and winced: “Kobe beef, foie gras, matsutake mushrooms. You… you’re just grilling these to eat?”
Broly opened a can of black caviar and poured all the contents into his mouth.
“No matter how expensive the food, once eaten, it all turns to crap.”
Although Saiyans consume vast amounts of food, they aren’t concerned about the taste. Vegeta, when hungry, has even eaten raw the palms of sentient beings.
Deadpool silently stuffed his face with food, eager to eat as much as possible before Broly, not wanting to waste the expensive ingredients.
Matt ate much more gracefully; as a CIA agent, he could afford to indulge on the agency’s dime, unlike Deadpool, who wasn’t used to such extravagance.
“Alarcon has already spilled other mob leaders’ phone numbers and territories. Our next step is to stir up these mob bosses. It’s a pity it’s Alarcon; otherwise, we could have used him as an informant to make the plan smoother.”
As Broly and Wade competed for food, Broly wiped his greasy fingers.
“It’s not impossible.”
He said, initiating the Oolong Transformation Technique, morphing into Alarcon’s likeness, albeit much bulkier than the original Alarcon.
“Hold on, let me adjust this.”
After another transformation, no flaws were visible. Broly looked at his hands and said to the group:
“How about now? Can you spot any flaws?”
The trio was startled by Broly’s sudden display of transformative abilities. Matt, in particular, realized why Broly had been so confident in Mexico City; with such a versatile power, it was hard to be cornered as long as one didn’t act recklessly.
Alejandro, most familiar with Alarcon among them, squinted and observed for a while before shaking his head:
“There’s no difference, but Alarcon likes to wear Dior cologne. It’d be best to spray some, as the mob bosses are very cautious. A small oversight could arouse their suspicion.”
Matt, suppressing his astonishment, said:
“Then we need to interrogate Alarcon again and get more details from him.”
Broly had invested three skill points in the Oolong Transformation Technique. After the incident in Mexico City, he found the technique incredibly practical in human society, and spending three skill points on it was well worth it.
After upgrading to level two, the Oolong Transformation Technique, like the Pu-erh Transformation Technique, could maintain the transformed state for an extended period. The difference between the two was minimal; spending a skill point on either could be considered neither a loss nor a gain.?Oolong Transformation Technique lv4: Size as Desired, only a few exceptional monsters in the Southern Transformation Kindergarten can cultivate transformation to this level, capable of enlarging or shrinking their body size tenfold while maintaining the transformation in combat and exerting a tenth of their original strength.?
Broly was pleasantly surprised; with the “Size as You Wish” skill, the Oolong Transformation Technique became even more practical. He could feel that transforming had become more intuitive, allowing him to match his target’s appearance without effort.
He glanced at his attribute panel again. After some strenuous training and the natural growth typical of a Saiyan, his strength, constitution, and agility had each increased by a point.
After hesitating, he assigned the attribute point he received upon reaching level seven to his intelligence. His mind became more evident, and he found his thinking sharper.
The intelligence debuff during his enraged state was too detrimental. Now, his strength was manageable, but he feared that as his power grew, entering his enraged state might accidentally lead to the destruction of Earth.
Saiyans can’t survive in space; if Earth were destroyed, he would surely perish.
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In Baja, California, in Mexicali, a luxurious Rolls-Royce Phantom glided into the warehouse district like a ghost. A group of burly, rifle-toting workers surrounded the luxury car, which seemed out of place here.
“This is Benjamin Felix’s territory. What are you doing here?” one of the workers asked.
Broly transformed into Alarcon, closed a notebook, and tucked it into the inner pocket of his suit, where all the details Matt had extracted from Alarcon under interrogation were recorded.
“I’m Alarcon, here to see Benjamin.”
Recognizing Alarcon, the gunmen’s demeanor immediately softened. The lead enforcer picked up a walkie-talkie to report the situation to Benjamin.
It wasn’t long before they were invited inside. Many in the Reyes group knew Alejandro, so he was left outside to keep watch.
Wade, who plays the role of the driver, and Matt, who acts as a bodyguard, are also left outside the warehouse. Benjamin only allowed Alarcon to enter alone.
Broly walked into the warehouse, where an enthusiastic Benjamin came forward to greet him with a warm Mexican embrace.
“What brings you to Mexicali suddenly, my friend?” Benjamin asked, his surface warmth masking his inner wariness. Felipe was cautious about meetings with his lieutenants, and it was rare for any of them to leave their territory to visit another’s; it was too dangerous and often meant not returning.
“My people are finished. Barlo Mata sent men to raid my home; I’ve lost everything now, Benjamin,” Broly recited the story Matt had prepared. The battle in Juarez couldn’t be kept secret from these cunning leaders; it was better to be upfront and pin the blame on Barlo Mata.
Benjamin’s eyebrows raised, and the warmth on his face visibly faded:
“I’m sorry to hear that, my friend. You’re welcome to stay in Mexicali as long as you need.”
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