Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 44

In 1843, potato blight spread across North America and Europe, causing massive crop failures and triggering dreadful famines. The situation was terrible in the Netherlands, with nearly ten thousand deaths, but it was worst in Ireland, where the death toll reached up to one million. The primary reason for such a heavy loss of life was the British government’s inadequate relief measures.

Irish immigrants came to the United States mainly after 1843, forming the foundation of the Irish-American ethnic community in the U.S.

As Catholics and whites, differing from the mainstream Anglo-Saxon Protestants in American society, they faced exclusion, discrimination, and insult upon their arrival. The painful experiences in Ireland and the discrimination they faced after immigrating quickly united the Irish, leading to the formation of a vibrant social organization—the Irish Mob.

Even now, some Irish communities remain tightly knit, connected by blood, and maintain highly organized structures. Offending one member meant confronting the community as a whole.

After embezzling Goldie’s goods, Dave Boyle fled back to the Irish community with his men. Even the powerful Goldie found himself momentarily unable to devise a way to punish this traitor.

The loss of Bullseye was almost like losing an arm to him.

Dave already knew about the bounty Goldie had placed on him at the Continental Hotel, which made him even more vigilant. All gunmen took shifts patrolling, and every possible entry point in the villa was guarded 24/7.

At the back door, two burly gunmen stood guard, their bodies covered in tattoos, their muscles nearly bursting through their cheap suits, as they scanned their surroundings with wary eyes. All of Dave Boyle’s men knew how fearsome the assassins from the Continental Hotel could be since their boss frequently hired them to eliminate his enemies.

In the dim light, a woman staggered over, clearly too drunk to be aware of her surroundings, slipped, and simply lay down on the cold ground, fast asleep.

“Go check it out!”

The two gunmen exchanged glances and decided. The Mob hadn’t enriched the community; instead, it had made it poorer. Many daughters from impoverished families had to sell themselves to survive. Seeing women drunkenly stumbling home was not uncommon.

“Just an ordinary target.”

After checking her and taking advantage of the situation, they debated.

“Should we take her back?”

“Let’s not. It’d be bad if she’s found here, and since she’s from the community, it could lead to trouble.”

Regrettably, they returned to the villa’s back door and continued surveillance.

Time passed, and all was quiet, except for the occasional snoring from the woman lying on the other end of the street.

“It looks like no one’s coming. So much for the Continental Hotel’s assassins.”

One of the gunmen remarked.

Before his words had entirely dissipated into the air, a sudden whooshing sound came from a distance. Something was flying towards them at high speed.

“Shhh!”

A bat-shaped card pierced one gunman’s throat, severing his windpipe and artery.

The remaining gunman stared in shock, fumbling to draw his pistol for an alarm, but before his hand reached the handle, another flying card pierced his throat.

“Hiss…”

It was the sound of blood turning into a mist spraying out from the wound.

A bat-like figure appeared at the back door; it was Broly, transformed into Bruce Wayne. Because there was no time to prepare, he had simply bought a black sheet and cut a stack of bat-shaped throwing cards from playing cards.

With limited financial resources, he had to make do with sheer strength. The soft cards were as lethal as steel in his hands, capable of slashing a throat from tens of meters away. Glancing at the woman lying in the street, Broly entered the villa. Wrapped in a black cloak, he landed silently, like a ghost.

The patrolling gunmen hadn’t yet reacted before their necks were snapped, dying silently in the darkness.

Even after transforming and exerting only a tenth of his strength, it was easy for Broly to kill these amateur gunmen.

Soon, all the patrolling gunmen turned into corpses on the ground. The villa quieted down suddenly, with only the buzzing of insects.

The upstairs gunmen finally sensed something was amiss:

“What’s going on down there? Report!”

No sound came, and the villa’s courtyard was as quiet as if it had died.

A card arced through the air, embedding in his throat.

“Hiss…”

The gunman clutched his neck, vainly trying to stop the bleeding, stumbled a few steps, and his body fell from upstairs. The whole villa suddenly woke from the night, lights illuminating everything inside and out.

Someone finally saw the bodies lying in the courtyard.

“The devil… the devil has come!”

These gunmen, who had been bullying under the guise of the Greyhound Gang’s notoriety, immediately panicked when faced with a real enemy. Someone picked up a rifle and started shooting wildly into the courtyard, the gunfire loud and bullets shattering everything in the courtyard. Still, they didn’t even catch a glimpse of the attacker.

Broly had already used a grappling hook to jump onto the villa’s roof, quietly infiltrating inside. Soon, the gunfire inside the villa thinned out, interspersed with occasional screams. A few minutes later, an eerie silence fell inside the villa.

The entire community awoke to the sound of gunfire, with men grabbing hidden firearms from their homes and taking to the streets, but the fight inside the villa ended too quickly for them to provide any support.

At this time, the brightly lit villa, as terrifying as hell itself, no one dared to enter and see what had happened.

A woman blended into the crowd, unnoticeably moving away from the villa.

It was too terrifying; was this something humans could do?

Eva Lord could feel her heart pounding violently, almost leaping out of her chest. She had practically witnessed how Broly effortlessly killed all the gunmen.

Throwing a card to kill was incredibly skillful. Even the legendary John Wick wouldn’t stand a chance against this monster.

Suddenly, she stopped in the crowd as if plunging into an ice pit.

“No, don’t kill me.”

Eva Lord immediately displayed a fragile demeanor, her stunning beauty evoking pity. But the next moment, her soft body stiffened, her rosy skin turning pale instantly.

Her throat was slashed open.

“Lady, you shouldn’t be here and definitely shouldn’t have a poisoned needle in your ring.”

Broly spoke as he flicked away the poisoned needle pinched between his fingers.

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