Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 29

Once full of bravado, Benjamin was disheveled, like a mouse that had seen a cat.

Carlos sat at the head of the table. Under his gaze, the faces of the gang leaders turned somewhat unnatural.

“First, I need to thank Alarcon. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have known about such an interesting meeting,” he said, glancing at Benjamin.

“From now on, I’ll let Alarcon run the territory in Lower California,” Carlos declared, immediately causing a stir among everyone, with Benjamin jumping up and cursing at Alarcon. Only now did he realize that Alarcon had incited him to vie for the boss’s position because he had his eye on his territory.

The other leaders also looked at Alarcon with some dissatisfaction. Although these leaders also competed against each other, using such despicable means to usurp someone else’s territory was beyond the pale.

Carlos quietly watched this unfold. He wanted this result; his power had suffered heavy losses in Mexico City. These gunmen were the last forces he could barely organize. His accumulated prestige alone could not suppress these ambitious subordinates.

Alarcon was the scapegoat he had set up, intended to attract all the hatred towards himself.

Thinking this, he raised his hand, and two gunmen came forward and dragged Benjamin, who had been hurling insults at Broly, to the center of the courtyard. The desperate Benjamin began to beg for mercy, not yet ready to die.

“Bang!”

A gunshot rang out, and Benjamin’s blood-stained face still held an expression of disbelief as he fell to the ground, lifeless.

Broly, uninterested, ate the snacks on the table. The main character had already entered; he did not need to continue acting. Carlos was the one he had called over, as Matt was worried that this tired drug lord hadn’t received the message that his subordinates were planning to rebel.

His indifferent demeanor angered the other leaders.

“Amazing, Alarcon, it seems you won’t be long in becoming the new Boss,” one leader stood up and patted Alarcon’s cheek, then walked up to Carlos: “Carlos, you might as well kill me too, to save me the trouble of being mysteriously killed by someone else later.”

Carlos stood up, affectionately putting his arm around the leader’s shoulder.

“Why would I do that, Rafa? We’re the closest of friends. Alarcon only told me everything out of loyalty as a friend.”

Killing Benjamin alone was enough to intimidate the rest. If he continued killing, the entire Reyes group would fall apart. This was not what Carlos wanted to see.

“Right, Alarcon?”

Carlos chuckled, his demeanor much softer than when he had first appeared.

But Broly was already restless. When Carlos descended from the helicopter, he was ready to start a massacre, having restrained himself until now out of a desire to watch the drama unfold.

Carlos’s political maneuvers seemed limited; it was time to end this tedious farce.

“Next, we must discuss how to kill the Green Demon.”

This statement from Carlos saved his own life as Broly became interested, deciding to wait and listen to the drug dealers’ plans before making his move.

“You must be joking, Reyes. Green Demon is a monster that can confront an army head-on; we are no match for him,” a leader immediately protested. Although drug traffickers could dominate in the war against the Mexican government forces, a significant reason was that many officers and politicians were bribed by them, making the government’s operations transparent. In reality, the fighting between the two sides was evenly matched.

“Green Demon is not as strong as you imagine,” Carlos proudly said. “When the Northern army arrived, didn’t he immediately hide? And this time, I’ve caught his weakness.” Green Demon was an unavoidable obstacle in his re-domination of the Reyes group. Those who knew some of the inside story knew that Green Demon was targeting him.

Broly was curious; he didn’t even know his weakness yet.

Next, Miguel walked down from the helicopter, dragging Isabel with him, followed by a tall, strong Asian man. Isabel looked around at everyone with a frightened gaze. Carlos had protected her well; this was the first time she had seen these gang leaders.

“You should know, I’ve always been looking for my dear Isabel. Just three days ago, a friend at the airport gave me a clue, saying they had seen Isabel on a plane heading to the United States. My men in the US quickly found her,” Carlos said with a smug look.

“Three of Green Demon’s accomplices were also found along with her.”

This statement immediately caused a commotion. To everyone, Green Demon was an extremely mysterious figure, and now Carlos was unveiling a part of his enigmatic identity.

Wade, who was chugging champagne, accidentally sprayed it out, coughing violently. As Alarcon’s men, he and Matt were not restrained by Carlos’s men.

“Sorry, I choked. Mr. Carlos, please continue.”

Carlos glanced at Wade with dissatisfaction. Alarcon had indeed suffered a severe blow, and his men were a bunch of misfits. But this was good, as the isolated Alarcon could not control Lower California and could only obediently be his puppet.

“So what if you’ve caught Green Demon’s accomplices? We can’t kill him on our own,” someone doubted.

“That’s not a problem at all. Midas is also very interested in Green Demon. After hearing about my plan, he was very interested and offered to help,” Carlos hinted at his close relationship with Midas.

“He brought me a strong martial artist. Mr. Goro Daimon will help us deal with Green Demon,” Carlos said, pointing to the Asian man beside Isabel.

Goro Daimon’s expression was not good. If possible, he did not want to deal with these notorious drug traffickers. But to avenge his disciple, Sandstorm Angel, he had to cooperate with these scoundrels.

The relationship between Sandstorm Angel and him was very secretive, and he still couldn’t understand how Midas knew about it.

Sandstorm Angel’s exquisite throwing techniques were learned from Goro Daimon, who highly valued this exceptionally talented disciple. Unfortunately, Sandstorm Angel was not interested in inheriting the mantle and returned to the United States after feeling he could learn nothing new.

Nonetheless, the relationship between the master and the disciple was very close; Sandstorm Angel often visited Japan to see his master and donated a substantial amount of money to the dojo.

“That Green Demon is very strong; I am no match for him, but jiu-jitsu is best at using weakness to overcome strength. I will restrict his movement, providing you an opportunity to attack,” Goro Daimon said, then began to close his eyes to conserve his energy. He needed to bring his condition to its peak to deal with a monster like Green Demon.

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