Ballo Mata is with his family at this time.
The kitchen was bustling with activity as his wife and mother prepared dinner. In the housewife's deft hands, the charred corn tortillas wrapped with cheese and minced meat filled the air with fragrance. The enpanadas, which looked like large dumplings, were placed on a plate with chopped lime and tomatoes, making one's mouth water.
Fajita means the diaphragm of a cow in Spanish, but it is a traditional home-cooked dish in Mexico. After evolution, it is not just grilled diaphragm of a cow, but also different parts of beef, chicken, pork and seafood, grilled with chopped onions and green peppers. Add warm cream, guacamole, salsa and more than 100 kinds of spices made of mole chili sauce.
The highlight is cochinita pibil, a dish of marinated pork wrapped in banana leaves and slow-roasted, with a unique flavor thanks to the use of annatto seeds.
At this time, Barlow was watching TV with his beloved son in his arms.
"Dad, will Santa Claus give me a present this year?"
He rubbed his son's head.
"Yes, my child, because you are my child, Barro Mata, and Santa Claus dare not not give you a Christmas present."
Barlow is slightly fat, has two thick beards and a beer belly, and looks like an ordinary middle-aged man.
A burly, tattooed henchman suddenly walked in. He was holding a cell phone in his hand, and it was obvious that he had received some information and wanted to report it.
Barro put the child in his arms on the sofa, pulled up his pants and stood up, signaling his men to go out and talk. Only then could a hint of domineering aura be seen in his deep eyes.
The two walked out of the room and came to the pavilion in the courtyard.
A wide artificial river surrounds the Mata Estate, and the sound of large animals breathing can be heard from it. Those are the hippos that Barro Mata raises in the artificial river.
He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, took out a lighter and lit it. Baro Mata took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled the smoke.
"Did something happen to the Reyes Group?"
The men returned immediately.
"Yes... Yes, Filippoto's daughter was kidnapped. They want to keep this secret, but we have an informant at the scene."
Barro Mata flicked the ash into the river and pondered for a moment.
"Inform Muñoz to prepare to attack the Reyes Group. Spend more money to let the mercenaries take action so that our own people can preserve their strength. Spread the news that Filippoto's daughter has been kidnapped. The hyenas will be happy to attack the lion that shows signs of weakness."
The subordinates were a little confused.
"Boss, it's obvious that someone is trying to provoke a war between us and the Reyes Group."
Barro Mata spread his hands:
"Who would believe that we didn't do the kidnapping? In Mexico, no one except me, Barro Mata, would dare to attack this bastard Filippoto. In this case, we might as well strike first. After the war with the Reyes Group is over, we can investigate who is behind this."
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"Too weak! Too weak! You are too weak!"
Broly's disappointed voice was heard in the basement of the safe house. He was wearing boxing gloves and fighting with the captured mutants.
The mutant was panting, his muscles soaked with sweat, and his powerful straight punches were like a rainstorm. The x-gene in his body not only gave him strength beyond human limits, but also allowed him to heal injuries far beyond that of ordinary people. His fractured right hand had recovered in just one night.
If an ordinary person was hit by his fist, his skull would be shattered and his brain would splatter. But Broly was like a petrel in a storm, dodging the incoming fists with ease.
Such a boring fight finally reached the limit of Broly's patience. He attacked at the moment of avoiding a straight punch. The mutant only had time to see the light before he felt a tearing pain in his abdomen. The pain made his eyes go black, as if his soul was out of his body and he lost control of his body.
Looking at the mutant kneeling on the ground, retching continuously, Broly realized that he had overestimated his strength. The mutant's strength was indeed 70% of his, but his martial arts, reaction speed, physical strength, and ability to withstand blows were all inferior to his. In a real fight, he could beat him to a pulp with just one hand.
It is impossible to improve one's own strength by practicing against such an opponent.
For a warrior, martial arts and talent are only part of determining strength. If you study alone without friends, you will be ignorant. Sun Wukong can achieve such achievements, and his companions, teachers and enemies along the way have worked hard. His strength has exploded after the Piccolo arc, and powerful enemies such as Vegeta and King Frieza have contributed greatly.
"I will come again in five days. I hope you can survive my punch, otherwise you will die."
Broly used the chains to wrap the mutants around, then picked up a bag of food that was enough to last for five days, threw it on the ground, and locked the heavy iron door. The underground cell in the safe house was very solid, with walls that were 80 centimeters thick. Even for a mutant, it was not easy to escape from it, not to mention that he was tightly entangled by the chains.
Broly went back upstairs, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of sports drink and poured it into his mouth.
"The Mata Group has taken action. They have posted nearly a hundred bounties on the dark web for members of the Reyes Group."
Alejandro glanced at him and pointed to a web page.
There were bounties posted on the webpage, with amounts ranging from millions to tens of thousands. The Mata Group had been competing with the Reyes Group for more than a decade, and they knew each other well, listing almost all of the middle and senior members of the Reyes Group.
Some of the earlier bounties were for members of the military and police, lawyers, newspaper reporters, TV hosts and even local mayors who were against the Mata Group. In the past, the Mata Group had also put bounties on members of the Reyes Group, but no daring killer had ever dared to take them.
"The gates of hell are open!" Alejandro tapped his fingers on the table and said, "Those killers will be happy to show us traditional Mexican folk art."
Broly stood in the middle of the living room, picking up two 300-kilogram dumbbells for weight training, one set of sixteen, and did five sets in a row. The dumbbells swayed slightly, making a heavy metallic clanging sound.
The weight that ordinary people could not lift at all seemed as light as a flying bird in his hands.
"This bounty is just the beginning. Barro Mata never does things so simply. Reyes Group cannot be shaken by assassinating a few cadres. They will soon hire mercenaries to attack Reyes Group's transit stations, laboratories, and production plants. We have to find some helpers. Two people alone don't look like a mercenary group."