Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 58

Two UH-60 Black Hawk helicopters were parked on the rooftop of the hotel. The rotors roared, and the wind they whipped up nearly blew everything off the rooftop. Several people braced against the wind and boarded the helicopters.

The spacious cabin of each helicopter could comfortably seat eleven people. Matt and Broly boarded one while the remaining soldiers squeezed into the other.

The helicopters began to ascend, tilting and turning over the hotel as they entered their designated flight path. These were experienced pilots from the CIA’s 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment, who never stayed in one place for too long.

Matt retrieved a headset from above in the cabin and handed one to Broly, donning one himself. The twin turboshaft engines of the helicopter were too loud, making headsets necessary for conversation.

“What’s the deal with Raditz showing up in Juarez?” Matt asked, pulling out a case of beer, opening a bottle, and handing it to Broly.

With Broly’s deliberate indulgence, the video from Juarez had quickly spread online. The internet was in uproar, some believing that the Green Demon and Raditz were the same person, while others were convinced that Superman and the Green Demon were different.

“Just a minor character, a weakling with poor talent. I just didn’t expect him to chase me to Earth,” Broly began acting.

Even for Matt, who had long harbored suspicions, Broly’s candid admission was still somewhat shocking.

The scouter Broly had previously used didn’t seem like technology humans could possess. His tail was also quite odd, previously mistaken by him as a mutant variation.

“Why is he trying to kill you?” Matt immediately followed up, as this related to Earth’s diplomatic relations with the planet Vegeta. In dealing with an interstellar-capable Vegeta, Earth was undoubtedly the weaker party.

“It’s simple. I have a talent greater than Prince Vegeta’s. King Vegeta feared I could threaten his position, so he tried to kill me.”

Monarchs and princes—dealing with a monarchic system like Vegeta’s was always complicated, causing Matt a headache.

“Don’t worry. I’ve escaped to Earth, and I can’t pose much of a threat to Prince Vegeta anymore. Earth is a remote planet with scarce resources; they won’t waste time launching a major invasion. At most, they’ll send a warrior like Raditz, who doesn’t have much potential left, to see if he can deal with me,” Broly explained.

“How strong is this Raditz?” Matt asked skeptically. At this stage, he could only get information from Broly and couldn’t verify it with anyone from planet Vegeta or Raditz himself.

“Right now, Raditz’s strength is about the same as mine, but he’s over fifty years old, and I’m only twelve. It won’t be long before I surpass him,” Broly said, gulping beer.

“Pfft!”

Matt suddenly sprayed out the beer he had just sipped.

“You’re only twelve years old?!”

“Saiyans, as a warrior race, have prolonged adolescence to aid in combat. As a mutant, I’ll grow even larger after adulthood, probably around seven and a half feet tall,” Broly explained.

Matt nodded expressionlessly. Once this mission was over, he’d have plenty to report. His resolve to forge a strong alliance with Broly was more solidified—having such a powerful ally was like grasping a sturdy pillar. He decided it was best to hold on tight.

Verify that the information Broly provided will be left to other CIA agents.

After flying for about three hours, the helicopters finally reached their destination. The ground had been cleared and illuminated with lights to guide their landing. The two helicopters descended slowly, and a group of soldiers from the Ten Rings awaited them.

Most were Pashtun, except for two East Asians leading them. One was a bald man in his sixties with a long white beard and a robust muscular build. Standing beside him was a gorgeous young woman with a curvy figure, her age indiscernible.

“That old man is the principal disciple of the Mandarin, named Wang Xiuhong. The woman is the fourth disciple, Xu Mei,” Matt explained to Broly.

The CIA agents disembarked from the helicopters, which then flew away, set to return after negotiations to retrieve all CIA personnel.

“Welcome, Mr. Matt. The master has been expecting you,” Wang Xiuhong greeted, shaking hands with Matt. Having previously managed CIA operations in Afghanistan, Matt was familiar with the key figures of the Ten Rings.

After releasing Matt’s hand, Wang Xiuhong turned his attention to Broly.

“Who is this friend? He looks unfamiliar.”

Though Broly had suppressed his energy, Wang Xiuhong, with his sharp insight, noticed something unusual about him. Despite the suppression, it was clear to Wang Xiuhong that Broly possessed an impressive physique and martial skills.

“Broly, here is the powerhouse we’ve brought to deal with the Flerken threat. You might have seen him on TV; he’s known as the Green Demon,” Matt introduced.

Wang Xiuhong’s pupils constricted. He had seen the footage from Mexico City. The Green Demon had demonstrated destructive power far beyond his own. It was unexpected that such a formidable figure was associated with the CIA.

Was the Green Demon here to intimidate the master?

With thoughts racing, Wang Xiuhong realized that the recent Tony Stark incident had strained relations between the Ten Rings and the CIA. It seemed logical for the CIA to make such a move. He warned his master to give this man a setback to curb the CIA’s momentum, ensuring they wouldn’t be disadvantaged in upcoming negotiations.

Everyone boarded a military truck prepared by the Ten Rings. All CIA personnel were equipped with noise-canceling headphones and hoods, unable to see or hear anything from the outside world. After a bumpy ride lasting over two hours, the truck finally stopped.

Removing their hoods and headphones, Broly found himself in a valley. The Ten Rings had somehow sourced water to create a massive man-made lake in the valley. The crystal-clear water was planted with lotuses, and various valuable koi fish swam among the green lily pads, chasing each other.

The lakeshore was lush with vegetation, featuring buildings and pavilions at regular intervals; corridors winding, eaves high and pointed; each structure embracing the terrain in a competitive layout. The Mandarin had indeed created a paradisiacal retreat in this barren land.

All Pashtun soldiers remained outside the valley. Wang Xiuhong, using his internal energy, propelled a wooden boat carrying everyone toward the wooden tower where the Mandarin resided.

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