Saiyan in Marvel - Chapter 2
Chapter 2 The Shame of the Saiyan
With a few punches and kicks in Satanian fighting skills, Broly made a burst of noise easily in the air. He was so powerful that he finally didn’t need to punch the king’s punches anymore.
After a while, he realized how quiet he was suddenly. Scratching his head with his hand, he grabbed Kakarot who was riding on his neck. I saw her face flushed, sweating a lot, and her skin burning a bit.
Although she was a Saiyan, she was still only a child after all. She was weak in physique. She continued to suffer from heat stroke under the hot desert sun without a trace of shade.
In such a hot desert, her mild heatstroke is very easy to develop into heat stroke, and then acute renal failure, liver failure, very dangerous. Broly dug a large sand pit in the leeward place directly with his hands. The sand under the ground is still very cool, and the temperature is only 25 or 26 degrees.
Putting Kakarot into the cool bunker, Broly took off the elastic combat long sleeves on his upper body and only wore a vest and combat uniform. Frieza’s technology is very advanced, and the slim combat long sleeves are very elastic and breathable, even if they transform into a great ape, they will not break. Broly fixed the combat long sleeves with wooden stakes and stretched them into a large piece, covering the bunker to prevent direct sunlight from hitting Kakarot below.
If she was exposed to the sun again, she would be the first Saiyan to be sunken to death.
“Little boy, I’ll find someone to rescue you, don’t you die for me.”
As he spoke, he stepped forward and ran to the southwest. When running at full capacity, his speed is similar to that of a galloping horse, and he can span three to four meters in one step.
Sweat ran freely on the strong muscles, and was dried by the scorching sun in an instant, forming layers of salt flowers.
After running for more than 30 minutes, he finally ran out of this desert and saw a green. It was a farm, planted with slabs of corn, a large green patch. After crossing dozens of acres of cornfields, he found a wooden country house. There are two sources of activity, one for combat effectiveness and one for combat effectiveness.
Broly rang the doorbell, and the fighting power of the two instantly changed. One rose to five and one to four. They took the guns in their hands.
“What’s the matter, kid!”
A middle-aged white man, holding a double-barreled shotgun in his hand, looked wary. His daughter is standing behind her with a shotgun of the same type in her hand. The man was a little surprised to see that the knock on the door was an Asian. One is that there are very few Asians here, and the other is that it is hard to believe that there are such muscular people among Asians.
And this Asian dress is also very weird, wearing weird single-sided glasses, wearing a weird vest, around a furry belt, tights protruding severely, so hot eyes.
This is Texas, and tens of kilometers further south is the US-Mexico border. Mexican smugglers are digging holes at the border like groundhogs, Mexican gangs, mules transporting drugs for gangs. This sparsely populated piece of land has been out of police control.
“My companion is sick, and I need to borrow your car to take her to the hospital.”
Broly said in some clumsy English.
“You can go to White Farm, three kilometers away, and ask, I believe they will lend you the car in a good way.”
After a perfunctory sentence, the middle-aged man prepared to lock the door, but found that the door did not move at all.
“I’m not asking for your opinion and handing over the car to me!”
Broly’s anger surged, his pupils shrunk to a single point, and a terrifying aura surged from his body.
The middle-aged man was frightened and took a few steps back. Just about to raise the rifle in his hand, he found that the barrel of the gun was held in his hand by the Asian man in front of him, and an unstoppable force came from his hand. The gun was easily snatched over.
“Don’t be impulsive…Don’t be impulsive…We’ll leave the car to you…”
The middle-aged man’s daughter took the car key out of his father’s trouser pocket and threw it to Broly. This is a hot girl with a hot body, because at home, she only wore a T-shirt and hot pants, and her legs were dazzling white.
“You go with me, bring ice cubes, salt water, don’t play tricks on me.”
After Broly finished speaking, he squeezed the double-barreled shotgun, flexed it forcefully, and directly bent the shotgun into a U-shape.
“Mutant?!”
The middle-aged man showed a look of fear on his face and immediately gave up resisting, while the young girl was curious.
The car on the farm was a somewhat worn-out Ford pickup. Broly sat in the co-pilot, watching the middle-aged man driving. The girl sat in the back seat carrying the medical kit.
“Are you crazy? Leave a patient in the desert for thirty-five kilometers. She should have died long ago!”
Upon hearing that the target’s location was thirty-five kilometers away, the girl immediately became a little angry.
“It only took me more than half an hour to run over, because her physique, this not going to happen,”
After Broly finished speaking, the girl covered her mouth in surprise. She thought Broly had gone for a day and night before reaching the farm.
The old pickup uttered a roar, and a cloud of smoke was raised in the desert. The middle-aged man pushed the pickup’s speed to the limit, just to get rid of the plague earlier.
Twenty minutes later, Pickup stopped where Broly had dug the pit.
Broly got out of the car, his eyebrows frowned, his battle suit over the bunker was gone, the edges of the bunker were all messy footprints, and Kakarot disappeared.
“Who will be active in this area?”
He picked up the collar of the middle-aged man and lifted him up.
“Cough…cough…cough cough, let go… let go… I’m breathless.”
The middle-aged man found that Broly’s hand was stronger than that of a bear, and he was about to break his neck.
“Ray… the mules of the Reyes Group. They smuggle hallucinogens around here. The goods from Mexico and Colombia are all shipped to the United States through them… You… are you not from the Reyes Group?”
He said with difficulty.
The reason why he immediately became honest before was because he suspected that Broly was a member of the Reyes Group. There are many mutant members in the Reyes Group who are cruel and do no evil. No one who offends them is ruined. If they want to survive, they can only escape from Texas.
The FBI had planned several operations against the Reyes Group, all of which were lost and returned without success.
The middle-aged man is just an ordinary farmer, and he does not dare to provoke these vicious criminals.
“They are dead.”
Broly clicked on the combat power detection glasses on his head. The glasses had already recorded the characteristics of Kakarot’s combat power, and she could easily locate it no matter where she was on the earth.
[Shame of Saiyan: Ding! As a fighting nation, Saiyans were kidnapped. This is the shame of Saiyans! Please rescue the missing Kakarot, the task will reward 20 rejuvenation points]