Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 86
Tessa Eagle’s rented room was small, just over sixty square meters, with a tiny kitchen. She usually cooked her own dinners.
At the moment, she was taking vegetables out of the cooler and putting them in the refrigerator to keep them fresh.
“The vegetables and beef are too much for me to finish alone.”
Tessa picked up a large tomato, rinsed it under the tap, and took a bite. The sweet and sour juice exploded in her mouth, filling her taste buds. She couldn’t believe it. When did her dad start growing such delicious tomatoes?
In her memory, Cade was a top-notch engineer, a mediocre farmer, and a third-rate inventor.
“We hired a mutant who’s really good at farming,” Broly said, glancing around the room. Tessa had kept everything neat and tidy, showing none of the typical messiness of a young single person.
“Tessa…”
He wanted to tell Tessa to leave the dangerous Oscorp but reconsidered. Instead, he decided it would be better to find an opportunity to deal with Dr. Connors, the Lizard, once and for all.
No, wait!
Broly pondered deeply. Dr. Connors was a genius biologist and medical professor. Killing him would be a waste. Perhaps he could figure out the formula for the nutrient solution.
The farm was already filled with a bunch of insane assassins, so adding a mad scientist shouldn’t be a big problem.
“What’s wrong?” Tessa asked, feeling a bit awkward as she brushed her hair, realizing her hands were still sticky with tomato juice. She quickly rinsed them under the tap.
“I’m leaving now.”
Broly decided to take the money from the Continental Hotel back to the farm first and later find a chance to bring Dr. Connors to Texas.
“Huh?”
Tessa dried her hands with a paper towel and, feeling a bit shy, said, “Uh… won’t you stay for something to eat?”
She had specially learned several Eastern dishes.
“No need. Cade’s cooking is better. I can still make it back for dinner after finishing my business.”
He parked his motorcycle in the downstairs parking lot, then walked several blocks, using the Oolong Transformation Technique to change his appearance to that of Bruce Wayne, and hailed a cab to the Continental Hotel.
Everyone fell silent as soon as Broly appeared in the Continental Hotel lobby. Today, the lobby was unusually crowded with assassins.
“Welcome, Mr. Wayne. The cash you requested is ready. Would you like us to handle the transportation, or will you take it yourself?” Charon, the receptionist, greeted Broly with impeccable manners.
“I’ll take it myself,” Broly said.
Charon nodded. “Please follow me, Mr. Wayne.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. Such a large amount of cash would attract many thieves, and even the Continental Hotel couldn’t guarantee safe transportation.
The Continental Hotel couldn’t directly mobilize assassins, nor could they trust them.
Charon led Broly into the hotel’s underground vault via the elevator.
“Please wait here. We will bring the cash shortly,” Charon said, seating Broly outside the vault, guarded by a team of heavily armed gunmen. The vault held most of the hotel’s funds. Allowing Broly this close was a gesture of goodwill, but entering the vault was out of the question.
A servant brought Broly his favorite steak and rum, allowing him to eat while waiting.
Soon, a forklift emerged from the vault, carrying a massive metal crate.
“Mr. Wayne, when will your people arrive? We have a secret passage that can transport the money discreetly.”
“No need for that. I’ll take it myself.”
Broly effortlessly hoisted the oversized metal crate onto his shoulder, took the elevator back to the ground floor, and left Charon speechless.
The previously quiet hotel lobby erupted in commotion. Money tempted people, and assassins, though earning far more than ordinary folks, rarely made a hundred million dollars in a lifetime. Most would silently die in some ditch during a mission.
The hotel’s cash withdrawal had been discreet but couldn’t hide from the assassins familiar with its operations. Though Broly’s strength was legendary among assassins, few had seen him in action. They didn’t know his power surpassed their comprehension.
Broly scanned the crowd and confidently walked out of the lobby.
As he stepped outside, a group of motorcycles roared around the corner. The riders, clad in black with helmets, wielded long knives, swinging them at Broly.
The powerful engines roared, tires screeched, and blinding headlights shone.
Broly chopped the first rider’s wrist, took his knife, and beheaded him with a backhand slash.
He stood there, swinging the knife, dismembering all the attackers without flinching.
Severed limbs flew through the air, motorcycles crashed to the ground and became scrap metal.
Tossing the knife aside, Broly continued. The gruesome scene deterred other potential attackers, who reconsidered their chances of surviving against him.
Broly walked a bit further, noticing the absence of pursuers. He found a secluded spot, summoned the Nimbus Cloud, and prepared to return to the farm.
As he flew, he noticed chaos in New York City. Police cars sped through the streets, sirens blaring, clearing the way.
“What happened? Is it because of the bodies at the Continental Hotel?”
Following the police, Broly realized they were heading in the opposite direction. He focused and sensed an aura similar to Peter’s.
This aura was also a blend of two types but crudely merged, with the foreign aura dominating and causing extreme agitation.
On the Brooklyn Bridge, a humanoid lizard rampaged, tossing cars off the bridge like toys.
Peter Parker, masked, was trying to stop the Lizard. Broly recognized him easily through his aura.
“What a coincidence!”
Still carrying the metal crate, Broly laughed maniacally as he steered the Nimbus Cloud toward his target.
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