Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 54
“I hope we won’t be enemies next time we meet, Mr. Wayne.”
Nie Zheng slung the long sword over his back.
“I, on the other hand, look forward to a duel with you.”
Broly cut off another large piece of bear meat and placed it on the campfire to roast. Although Nie Zheng was doing his best to contain his energy, he could still faintly sense the restless power, like the wind, combined with the treasured sword, making him a worthy opponent to fight with all his might.
Nie Zheng merely shook his head, showing off his strength. He activated his lightness skill, and in an instant, his figure appeared over thirty meters away. Within a few breaths, he was just a dot in the distance.
After traveling several kilometers, Nie Zheng lightly landed on a branch of a dead tree and pulled out a smartphone.
“Sister Bu, I’ve found the person who assisted the Ten Rings; he’s a foreigner, not a martial artist as we expected.”
He was meticulous and noticed that the Batarangs used by Broly matched the wounds on the members of the Ten Rings.
An icy voice came from the other end of the phone.
“How is his strength?”
Nie Zheng pondered for a moment.
“I can’t tell because I didn’t know his background, so I didn’t make a move to test him.”
Bu Qingyun replied on the other end:
“Well done. This time, our main goal is to take the position of Mandarin leader. If it’s not necessary, don’t provoke others.”
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Broly finished eating an entire bear, wiped his greasy hands on the bear’s skin, and pulled out a crumpled map from his pocket. It marked seven Ten Rings bases; he crossed off two wholly destroyed. The nearest base was thirty kilometers away in the mountains.
Donning his Batman armor, mask, and cape, Broly leaped onto his Flying Nimbus and flew towards the target.
The Panjshir region was a nightmare for modern armies, especially during the rainy season when the dried riverbeds were filled with water, crisscrossing the landscape.
In the 19th century, the Pashtuns resisted the British here; in the 20th century, they fought the Russians; and in the 21st century, they fought the Americans.
After traversing the intersecting mountain ridges, Broly located the Ten Rings base.
The base of the Ten Rings was usually quite large, housing two hundred to four hundred armed personnel. This base was more extensive than any Broly had found, with approximately seven hundred people: two M2A5 Bradley Fighting Vehicles and over twenty Scania military trucks parked on the open ground.
In a corner were five M777 howitzers positioned in an artillery formation.
The Ten Rings couldn’t afford such expensive equipment with just their opium fields and human trafficking business alone.
Broly deactivated his transformation technique, as the base’s military power was extreme. With the limitation of only being able to use a tenth of his power while transformed, it was effortless to be overwhelmed.
However, he didn’t change his physique much when he transformed, so the armor and mask still fit well.
He leaped from the sky directly onto the roof of a Bradley Fighting Vehicle. The impact made the vehicle’s body shake violently, dust flying everywhere.
Broly grabbed the Bradley turret with both hands and with a burst of immense energy, he tore off the turret from the vehicle body, pulling out the entire turret along with the loading mechanism and basket below.
Casually tossing the turret, Broly smashed a truck and then jumped off the infantry fighting vehicle, grabbing another Bradley’s road wheel and shouted explosively.
The M2A5 Bradley weighs over twenty tons, but Broly, unleashing all his energy, flipped it over, crushing a nearby military truck into scrap metal.
He swiftly destroyed two vehicles that could have posed a threat to him.
“Is Tony Stark here?” Broly asked the soldiers inside the base.
“Go… go to hell!”
One of the armed personnel aimed at Broly and pulled the trigger. The M4A1, licensed by Stark Industries, was finely crafted, and some rifles could even be used as sniper rifles.
Bullets rained down, but Broly’s left hand moved like a phantom, catching all the bullets aimed at him as if catching flies.
“Clink, clink…”
Broly opened his hand, and the hot bullets rolled onto the sandy ground.
The armed personnel emptied his magazine in panic, trying to reload, but in the next instant, Broly kicked him more than ten meters away.
“Just tell me where Tony Stark is, and you might not have to die,” Broly said again.
“The location of your boss, the Mandarin, would also do.”
Next, he pulled out a Batarang and threw it. The whistling dart flew over two hundred meters, piercing through armed personnel trying to operate an anti-aircraft gun, the force even carrying the body several meters.
The other Ten Rings armed personnel finally reacted to Broly’s surprise attack.
A barrage of bullets, grenade rounds, and even rockets poured towards him.
Broly, concerned about his armor, burst into the air; the bullets hitting him were insignificant, but the armor hammered out of metal was ruined.
The rain of bullets covered the sky, hitting only the afterimages Broly left behind. Holding a Batarang, he plunged into the midst of the armed personnel, creating a bloodbath.
Almost no one could delay him for a moment, and within a few breaths, the base was strewn with casualties.
The morale of the Ten Rings’ armed personnel collapsed, and signs of a rout began to appear. Suddenly, a large hand grabbed a retreating armed personnel’s head and lifted him into the air.
“Idiots, these people don’t understand English.”
A big man with a crocodile tattoo disdainfully said, his hand tightening and crushing the head in his grip.
Broly suddenly stopped, the Batarang in his hand twisted and deformed from cutting too many throats.
“So it is.”
The big man pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood and brain matter off his palm.
“With that nonsensical outfit, you must be an American. I am Croc, the sixth disciple of the Mandarin. Since you dare to trouble the Ten Rings, I’ll make you regret being born.”
Croc’s English was poor, and it took him a while to complete the sentence. Broly guessed his meaning from the context.
“Let’s speak in Chinese then.”
Broly said resignedly.
“Are you looking down on me?”
Croc immediately flew into a rage, channeling his energy. He practiced the Iron Body taught by the Mandarin; as he gathered his power, a powerful aura vibrated, and under his bronzed skin, a glow circulated. The debris on the ground was swept up by his energy and flung away, creating a storm of flying sand and rocks.
“Watch as I take your life!”
He was arrogant and imperious.
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