Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 47
A fierce gunfight raged in Madripoor. As dusk fell, opponents exchanged fire in the streets, and tracer rounds danced like fireflies, chaotically soaring.
Continuously, individuals were shot and fell to the ground.
“Boom!”
The explosion of a grenade launcher lit up the surroundings as bright as daylight. The shrapnel, whirling as it burrowed into soft flesh, instantly destroyed the soft organs, exiting with blood and tissue.
Some were fortunate to avoid the shrapnel but were knocked to the ground by the blast wave due to their proximity to the explosion.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, an orange blaze lit up the street, transforming into a flaming beast that swiftly crossed from one end to the other, devouring lives along the way.
Sparks flew, and living humans were quickly charred to a crisp. Even the asphalt melted and burned under the intense heat of the flames.
“It’s Pyro!” exclaimed a gunman from the dominating Mata Group: “Where are our mutants?”
The battle was between the Mata Group and the underground fight clubs of Madripoor.
The owner of the underground fight clubs, Cesare Falcone, was a legendary Cuban who had fled to Mexico. No one knew how he had made his fortune, but he quickly became wealthy and familiar with many important figures in Mexican politics.
Initially, he was involved in smuggling, but soon, he conceived a mad idea: to organize a group of mutants to fight to the death within a steel cage. This cruel and dark practice, born in Eastern Europe, was brought to the Americas by Cesare Falcone and quickly caused a sensation.
He maintained neutrality between the Mata and Reyes Group, extracting substantial profits daily from the underground fight clubs.
But after the fall of the Reyes Group, Cesare Falcone’s days were not so easy. Firstly, the destruction of the mutant factory deprived him of a source of mutants. Secondly, Barlo Mata, a never-satisfied hungry wolf, had set his sights on him.
Madripoor quickly turned into a battlefield amid their conflict.
Suddenly, a searing beam of light shot from afar, slicing through the murderous flames and cutting them in two.
“Eclipse, our Eclipse is here!”
The gunmen cheered.
In the United States, mutants turned to crime due to societal exclusion, but in Mexico, it was different. The gangs actively recruited mutants, seeing them as their most potent weapon.
Unlike the brainwashed products of mutant factories, these mutants held a higher status and could use their abilities more flexibly.
Eclipse was a young Mexican in his twenties who could absorb and manipulate beams of light, releasing them with terrifying destructive power.
Pyro continuously generated intense flames, attempting to incinerate Eclipse. But Eclipse’s beam destroyed them before the fire could reach halfway.
With the involvement of mutants, the battlefield quickly turned into a bloody meat grinder. The gunmen covered their mutants, slaughtering the opposing gunmen with greater efficiency.
The situation on the battlefield quickly turned in favor of the Mata Group.
The civilians of Madripoor had long grown accustomed to these hellish scenes. They hid in their homes, locking the doors and shivering as they awaited the end of the conflict.
A little girl, around five or six years old, curled up in her mother’s arms, her head nodding off to sleep, only to be jolted awake by the popping sounds of gunfire outside. It was already two in the morning, and the child struggled to stay awake.
“Ding!”
A stray bullet pierced through the window, flying straight toward her mother.
Just as tragedy was about to strike, a hand suddenly reached out from the darkness and caught the bullet in mid-air like catching a fly.
“Tired, child? Don’t worry. It will quiet down outside soon,” said a tall, strange man who appeared in the room out of nowhere. He wore a Venice mask that only exposed his chin, dressed in a suspiciously tight suit decorated with a large ‘S.’ A red belt circled his waist, and he wore red knee-high boots.
A long tail swished behind him.
“Funster, are you Funster?” the girl suddenly exclaimed excitedly. Her mother quickly covered her daughter’s mouth; the masked man in front of them was undeniably eerie.
“Kid, what are you shouting about? This is Superman, okay? The only similarity is the mask, alright? And where did you get that Balala the Fairies from? Promise me you won’t watch it again, okay?”
Dressed as Superman, Broly became instantly furious, tapping his finger against the girl’s head. His mask was black; one must be blind to mistake him for Funster.
After scolding the girl, Broly hesitated momentarily, then took off his mask and replaced it with power-level scanning glasses. He didn’t want to be mistaken for Funster if there was any chance.
Clark Kent could transform in DC by wearing glasses; there’s no reason it wouldn’t work in Marvel.
He opened the window and flew out, hovering mid-air.
Gohan had taught Videl how to perform the flight technique in the comics. After switching to the Turtle School martial arts, Broly learned it in about thirty minutes.
Due to the nature of his ki, his flight wasn’t fast, similar to Krillin’s when he first learned the flight technique in the original story, but it was enough to be impressive.
All the gunmen stopped, horrified at the strange figure in the sky.
“Green Demon, it’s the Green Demon!”
They cried out in terror.
Broly’s face fell; indeed, he was recognized in an instant.
“I am a Saiyan from Planet Vegeta, here on Earth to capture a vicious Saiyan criminal. You should be very familiar with this Saiyan criminal; not long ago, he caused tremendous destruction in the capital of this country. His name is Raditz, also known as the Green Demon.”
Broly amplified his voice with his ki, audible for blocks around, and the massive amount of information in his words caused a stir.
“As for why Raditz and I look so similar, it’s because Saiyans naturally resemble one another.”
“So the Green Demon is an alien. No wonder he’s so powerful!”
Some people immediately believed it, and some quick thinkers started recording with their phones.
Broly didn’t stop them; with the spread of the video, more and more people would learn that the attacker of Mexico City was a Saiyan, which would help him complete his primary mission faster.
With a flash, he punched through the wall of a building and grabbed a fat middle-aged man from inside.
“Do you know where Raditz is hiding?”
The man he grabbed was the mutant Pyro, hiding in the shadows, controlling flames to kill.
Broly’s hand tightened around his neck like a vise.
“Go to hell, bastard!”
Pyro burst into intense flames, engulfing Broly.
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