The wreckage of infantry fighting vehicles almost filled the entire street. The remaining oil in the vehicle body was burning, sparks were flying, the steel was burning red hot, there was flames everywhere, and thick smoke rose into the sky.
The whole of Mexico City was like a witch's boiling cauldron, a mess.
Broly sat on the turret of an infantry fighting vehicle. His original clothes had become tattered strips, barely covering his body.
He finally got out of his angry form and regained his sanity, but his mind was still as chaotic as a pot of porridge. He lost most of his memories in his angry form, and took a look at the system page, and found that he had unknowingly reached level 9, and even only had more than 50 experience points left to level 10. God knows how many people he killed in the melee just now to get enough experience.
Satan's fighting skills were already at the maximum level of 12, and his Wolf Fang Wind Fist had unknowingly risen to level 8. When in the angry form, his martial arts talent had also been terribly improved, and the level of his Wolf Fang Wind Fist had risen rapidly.
Wolf Fang Wind Fist lv4: Fist of the Gale, long-term punching, giving you unparalleled punching speed, attack speed +5
Wolf Fang Fengfeng Fist lv7: Wolf Fist, a skill that only martial artists who are extremely skilled in boxing can master. It sends out a wolf-shaped Qi force to bite the enemy. The sharp wolf fangs will tear apart all enemies in front of you.
(In the movie "Dragon Fist Burst, Who Else Can It Be?", Goku once used the Dragon Fist to defeat the final boss Hildegang. This movie is quite good, and it also explains the origin of the long sword that Trunks used to kill King Frieza.)
He looked down at his hands and saw a much weaker aura than before enveloping them.
"call out!"
The gas bomb whizzed and bombarded the relatively intact wreckage of an infantry fighting vehicle. Amid the dull explosion, a large piece of the infantry fighting vehicle's armor was dented.
The power of the Pikong Fist under normal circumstances has been greatly weakened.
The next moment, a white wolf made of air rushed out and instantly penetrated the armor of the infantry fighting vehicle, leaving a clean and narrow air mark on it, and the tough armor steel was neatly cut.
The penetrating power of Wolf Fist is much stronger than that of Sky-Splitting Fist, but it does not have the splash damage of Sky-Splitting Fist. The two skills each have their own advantages.
Looking up at a building at the end of the street, he finally understood how he had cut the building neatly in half.
The area was completely silent, as if it was the end of the world, with only the crackling of the flames. The Mexican army that had fought him had completely retreated and evacuated the area. Even the civilians had mostly fled, and the rest of them hid in their houses, not daring to go out.
The earplugs had been damaged in the battle, and Broly couldn't contact Alejandro. He had no way of knowing the situation in Mexico City. It felt terrible.
Although the angry form can increase his strength, the shortcoming of losing his mind is too fatal. Not to mention destroying the Reyes Group, it is now very difficult for him to even have a foothold in Mexico.
On the empty street, there was a sudden sound of a motor, and a motorcycle was coming from a distance. The driver of the motorcycle raised a hand from a distance, indicating that he had no ill intentions.
"I'm Alejandro's friend. He's waiting for you at this location. Several nearby blocks have been blocked by the retreating Mexican Army. They've set up barricades and barbed wire. In half an hour, the U.S. Army will arrive here. They're equipped with the most advanced heavy weapons and air support. They'll search every corner of this area for your hiding place. We have a way to safely take you out of this encirclement."
The rider said as he carefully handed Broly a piece of paper with an address on it.
Broly took the note. He could enter his angry form again at any time, so there was a chance that he could break out of the encirclement. Even if he couldn't, the Oolong transformation technique could deceive the soldiers who came in to search. He was far from the end of his rope, but joining up with Alejandro was a better option.
"How can I trust you?"
The rider quickly took out a walkie-talkie. Alejandro's voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie. His breathing was smooth and his voice was normal, not like he was in a restrained state.
The location was not far from here, and Broly quickly reached the hiding place.
It was the basement of an apartment, where Alejandro and Wade were. The other mercenaries did not participate in the operation, so they were not trapped in the encirclement.
Several people gathered around a small table, eating pizza.
"Hello."
The tall Matt swallowed the remaining pizza in his hand, wiped his greasy hands, and took the initiative to shake hands with Broly. He did not show any abnormality because of Broly's previous terrifying performance. He was a man with a will as hard as steel.
"His name is Matt, and he's from the CIA."
Alejandro put down the pizza in his hand and introduced.
Matt handed over a bag.
"Put this on and we can get you away."
Broly tore open the bag and saw that it was a camouflage uniform, exactly his size, with dog tags and standard soldier equipment inside.
"The dog tags are real, the name on them is real, and the military service history can be checked in the Pentagon database. Everything is perfect."
Matt said with some pride that only the CIA had such terrifying efficiency and energy.
“What do I need to give?”
Broly asked.
He is not a three-year-old child, so he naturally knows how much resources the CIA has spent on this. The CIA cannot be a selfless organization, they must have their own demands.
"It's simple. If you work for the CIA and are willing to join, you will immediately become my boss."
Matt said that his rank in the CIA was not low, and this condition was already very generous. After all, the CIA was really lacking in high-end combat power like Broly.
(The Hulk directly destroyed a street in New York, and many victims were still recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D. I believe that the lives of Mexicans are insignificant in the eyes of the CIA's top brass.)
"It's impossible for me to work for the CIA. Although it will be a bit strenuous, it won't be difficult for me to leave here."
Broly said as white energy burst out from his palm like flames.
Looking at the energy in Broly's hand, Matt's pupils shrank sharply, revealing an extremely fearful look. The CIA has evaluated that Broly's strange energy attack is as powerful as a 105mm howitzer.
"But if the CIA encounters a difficult situation, I can help if the reward is right."
Broly said that if possible, he did not want to conflict with the CIA. The previous battle with the Mexican Army was also because he lost control in the angry form, and the situation developed to this point.
In order to increase their strength, they need a relatively stable external environment, at least not one where they are surrounded by enemies. If they are constantly bombarded with artillery and missile attacks, even the warlike Saiyans will have a headache.
Matt pulled out his satellite phone, walked out of the room to report Broly's conditions to his boss, and didn't come back until more than ten minutes later.
"I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation, Mr. Broly."
The CIA would not be so easy to negotiate with ordinary people, but Broly is obviously not an ordinary person.