Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 3
A brand-new Dodge Ram drove along the interstate, blaring Metallica’s “Fade To Black” at maximum volume.
“Life, it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day.”
In the passenger seat, a Latino young man with a shaved head and a large beard clutched Kakarot’s tail. His body was covered in bite marks and scratches, bloodied from the struggle to subdue the girl.
“Damn! Benny, I don’t know why we’re taking this kid back to El Paso when we have five kilos in the trunk! If something goes wrong, Bolton will skin us!”
He tied Kakarot securely with a rope.
“You don’t get it, Marlin. Did you see her tail? Have you ever seen a kid this age with such strength? This is a mutant, bro! We hand her over to Bolton, flip her to Juarez in Mexico, and we can make eight hundred thousand, eight hundred thousand! You get that, bro? Eight hundred thousand is enough for us to risk twenty trips with the cops!”
Juarez has an underground fight club specializing in buying mutants for brutal, bloody combat. Gang leaders from Mexico and South America, officials from Washington, Wall Street investors, and Hollywood stars all patronize this fighting ring.
Adult mutants are valued at one hundred twenty thousand dollars, but juveniles are worth two million. Even if Bolton takes a sixty percent cut, it’s still significant money for them.
Young mutants are highly valuable for training; they make excellent expendables and bodyguards after brainwashing and harsh training. Many gang leaders are willing to pay high prices for them. Moreover, a female mutant is even more valuable. (Yup, Kakarot in this novel is a girl, not the same Goku as in the original.)
Driving along the interstate, they soon returned to El Paso and moved to a tire shop.
A pair of eyes watched through the rolling door’s observation window, warily observing the Dodge Ram.
“We’re closed today, no business.”
“Cut it out, Bates, and we just left here with the goods forty minutes ago.”
There was silence in the tire shop for a moment before the rolling door was opened, allowing Marlin and his companion to drive in. Before the car had entirely stopped, several rifles were pointed at them through the windows from all directions.
“This isn’t according to protocol, Benny. You’re not supposed to come back here even if you run into trouble on the road. You’ve messed this up, pal!”
A tattooed, bald, muscular man approached the car window, his expression menacing.
“No, no, Luis, there are no cops following us. You don’t know what we ran into on the road—a mutant, only seven or eight years old! This is a lot of money; Bolton won’t blame us!”
Luis’s expression softened. If these two had captured a mutant, deviating from their route could be forgiven.
……
Broly unscrewed a water bottle, sipping slowly before quickly grabbing a donut from the car and devouring it. His condition was not the best; a tough fight seemed imminent, and he needed to adjust his state.
“What’s your name?” he asked the middle-aged man in the driver’s seat.
“Earl… Earl Sharp.”
The middle-aged man was nervous, his hands shaking.
“No, your name is Clint Sharp.”
Broly pulled a wrapped package labeled with Clint Sharp from beneath the seat.
“I remember you now. You must stop the car here, wait for me to rescue my companion, and then drive us away. There won’t be any accidents, no danger. Of course, if you try any tricks, that’s another story.”
Saying this, he pushed open the door and walked toward the tire shop 200 meters away.
His Combat Detection Glasses on his head blinked rapidly, detecting several people’s combat strengths and positions inside the tire shop.
“8,” “11,” “7,” “8,” “9,” “3.”
As Broly walked, he tried his best to stir up his emotions, trying to get angry. Ordinary Saiyans cannot increase their combat power simply by anger unless they reach the threshold of a Super Saiyan. But he was different, being the legendary Super Saiyan who didn’t need a full moon to dramatically increase his combat power through rage alone, even entering a Berserker State when his anger hit a threshold.
“Beep beep…”
His Combat Detection Glasses kept jumping as endless power surged from within him.
“15…18…22…26”
He charged toward the tire shop.
Watching Broly charge forward, Clint was stunned.
“Is he insane?!”
…
Luis crossed his arms inside the tire shop, eyeing Kakarot inside the car.
“Is she a mutant? Other than having a tail, what’s so special about her?”
Marlin quickly showed off his wounds.
“Her strength is incredible! I was almost no match!”
Luis looked at Marlin skeptically, then suddenly raised his hand, signaling everyone to be silent.
“Do you guys hear that?”
The next moment, the aluminum alloy metal rolling door violently twisted and deformed as if hit by a rampaging elephant flying upwards. Luis was caught off-guard, his skull shattered by the impact, brain and blood splattered everywhere.
?Experience +5?
The fierce sunlight poured in, causing everyone’s eyes to sting. They could only vaguely see a large man rushing in.
“Motherf*****!”
A gunman raised his rifle, ready to fire. The next moment, a punch hammered his rifle into a U-shape.
Broly ducked, avoiding bullets shot from another side. He wasn’t sure if he could withstand a rifle shot at close range yet.
He grabbed the leg of a nearby gunman, hurling him out and smashing him into two other gunmen across the way, then put his hands on the side of the Dodge Ram, flipping it over.
The heavy vehicle rolled like a steamroller, crushing the three men into a pulp against the wall, shaking the entire building violently.
?Experience +15?
Despite some deformation, the sturdy structure of the Dodge Ram remained largely intact. Broly tore off a car door stuck in the vehicle’s body.
Benny raised a handgun, aiming at Broly. His entire body trembled with fear, his complexion pale, sweating profusely, his teeth uncontrollably clattering.
Before he could pull the trigger, Broly grabbed his hand and, with a slight squeeze, mashed the hand and the handgun into a mix of flesh and parts.
Benny, in disbelief, looked at his hand, now suitable to be wrapped in a dumpling, and screamed like a woman.
“Your… daughter… she’s right here… unharmed… spare me!”
Marlon raised his hands, seeing Broly’s tail at his waist, a deep fear gripping his heart like a clenched fist.
Broly took Kakarot, ripping apart the ropes and binding her with a flick of his fingers.
Freed, Kakarot immediately hugged his waist and burst into tears, smearing snot and saliva all over his combat suit.
Disgusted, Broly glanced at her, took the combat long-sleeve from the car seat, draped it over his shoulder, and, with a quick squeeze, neatly broke the necks of the two men inside the car.
?Experience +6?
?The Fear of the Enemy: As an enemy of a Saiyan, there’s only one end: destruction. Eliminate the Reyes Group, mission reward 60 Revival Points?
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