In the bar, Alejandro was holding a bottle of cold beer and sipping it.
"I quit, Matt."
He said to Matt Graver who was sitting next to him.
Matt Graver is a CIA agent who specializes in doing dirty work for the CIA that goes beyond the rules. He is notorious even in the powerful CIA. At this time, he leads a special forces team whose main task is to eliminate the criminal organization Reyes Group.
Alejandro was originally a prosecutor in Mexico. His family was destroyed because he opposed the Reyes Group. He always wanted revenge, and it was Matt who gave him the opportunity.
"What's wrong, you can't stand that FBI bitch?"
The CIA does not have the authority to enforce the law in the United States, and can only work with the FBI to enforce the law. The FBI sent a female agent named Kate, whose "professional ethics" were a bit too strong, which caused a lot of trouble for their operations.
"You can think of it this way. I want to take a break for a while."
Alejandro replied.
"boom!"
Matt slapped the bar with his hand. The loud noise startled the drinkers around him. He lowered his voice and said to Alejandro:
"Don't take me for a fool, Alex. Are you in touch with the mutant who went on a killing spree in the tire shop? You're crazy to be working with the Brotherhood of Mutants. You'll get yourself killed!"
The Brotherhood of Mutants has long been identified as a mutant terrorist organization, and having anything to do with them will mean that there is no place for anyone in the United States or even the entire Americas.
Alejandro knew that his lame excuse could not be hidden from Matt, so he shook his head and said:
"He is not a member of the Brotherhood of Mutants. I am sure of that. He has no taste for the Brotherhood of Mutants and does not care about the rights of mutants."
He laid his plan before Matt.
Matt hesitated for a moment.
"You don't have to quit. I will apply to the higher-ups. This plan is quite feasible. If possible, we can also absorb that mutant into the CIA."
Alejandro shook his head.
"I won't leak any information about him. After all, I don't want to die yet."
He had seen Broly's magical tracking and surveillance methods, and guessed that it should be a telepathic ability similar to Professor X's, a combination of Professor X and Wolverine. No one would want to be his enemy.
Alejandro stood up and picked up the lighter on the table, hid it in his pocket, and walked towards the door of the bar.
"You know how much I want revenge, I hope you won't stop me."
Matt shrugged, picked up his beer and continued drinking.
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Back in the safe house in El Paso, Alejandro suddenly put his hand on his lower back vigilantly, pulled out the pistol from the holster, held the gun, and walked into the room carefully.
"Don't be nervous, it's me."
Broly sat carelessly on the sofa in the safe house.
"How's it going? Is the deal done?"
Alejandro holstered his gun, went into the kitchen, and made a few sandwiches, which he placed on a plate.
"Matt won't stop us and will provide necessary help. At least the border control won't check our car." He picked up a sandwich and took a few bites: "We're going to Mexico today."
After he finished his sandwich, he opened the secret door of the cabinet and took out two large bags of equipment.
"Can you use firearms?"
"certainly!"
Broly said. Although his fists were much more powerful than rifles, they were far less efficient in killing people. So he exchanged his revival points for this ability.
Lan Qi's shooting skills
This ability only costs 5 points, but it is very practical. After all, even with a submachine gun, it is not easy to hit Master Roshi.
Alejandro nodded, pulled out a rifle from his equipment bag and threw it to Broly.
"HK-433, 12-inch barrel, the latest product from HK company. C-MAG drum magazine, 100 rounds"
Broly played with the rifle in his hand. The fine workmanship and precise mechanical structure made this rifle more like a work of art than a weapon.
"Do drug dealers use such good weapons? In my impression, they seem to use old rifles like AK47, right?"
Alejandro shook his head.
"The Mata Group is not a small player. They have assets of about 25 billion US dollars. They will not use junk from the last century."
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Diaz is a senior lawyer of the Reyes Group. He has a lot of connections in the Mexican law enforcement department and bribed countless police officers for Reyes. He also advocated and lobbied to amend Mexican laws to create a more relaxed environment for the Reyes Group. He grabbed a lot of wealth from it and owned a mansion with more than 100 rooms and an artificial lake with ferocious fish collected from all over the world.
Three strong bodyguards surrounded him as he walked out of the Banco Comercial de Mexico Financial Building and got into the back seat of a Maybach S560.
He rented an entire floor in this tallest and most expensive office building in Mexico as the office location for his law firm.
The heavy luxury car drove out of the parking space lightly under its powerful engine. Just as it was about to enter the main road, a shabby van suddenly rushed out and blocked the road.
The car door opened, and a fully armed gangster wearing a skull mask raised his rifle and shot at the Maybach S560. The front windshield of the luxury car was instantly covered with bullet holes, but most of the bullets did not penetrate the bulletproof glass.
There was a roar coming from the engine compartment, and the bodyguards in the car tried to forcefully knock open the van blocking the way.
"cut!"
Broly threw away the rifle in his hand, and without dodging the oncoming luxury car, he stepped on the hood of the car and stopped the entire car with brute force.
The tires rubbed against the ground violently, emitting a cloud of hot black smoke, the engine roared, but the whole car did not move at all.
The bodyguard in the car panicked and rolled down the window, then pulled out his rifle and tried to shoot.
“Bang! Bang!”
Alejandro, who was in the driver's seat of the van, had already gotten out and shot them all dead with his rifle.
Diaz opened the car door, moved his bloated body, and ran towards the financial building.
"boom!"
A cloud of blood burst out from his feet, and his fat body fell heavily to the ground, with his glasses flying off. His strong desire to survive made him crawl up from the ground and continue to run while limping.
"boom!"
The injured leg was shot again, and Diaz finally couldn't run anymore. He squirmed on the ground like a fat maggot.
Alejandro walked slowly, picked up the glasses that had fallen on the ground, and threw them at Diaz.
"Put it on."
He pointed his rifle at Diaz and spoke in a calm tone.
Diaz picked up his glasses and put them on tremblingly.
Alejandro pulled off his hood so that Diaz could see his face clearly. Diaz obviously recognized his identity, his pupils shrank, and he was about to say something.
"Good bye my friend."
Alejandro didn't give him a chance to speak.
“Bang, bang, bang, bang!”
The hail of bullets turned Diaz's fat body into a mass of rotten meat.
He glanced at the footprints on the hood of the car, pulled the pin of a grenade, lifted the hood and threw it inside.