The room Tessa Eagle rented was small, only about 60 square meters, with a small kitchen. She usually cooked her own dinner.
At this time, she was taking the vegetables out of the insulated box and putting them into the refrigerator for refrigeration and freezing.
"There were so many vegetables and beef that I couldn't finish them all by myself."
Tessa picked up a big tomato, rinsed it under the tap and took a bite. The sweet and sour juice immediately exploded in her mouth, filling her taste buds. She couldn't believe it. When did her father grow such delicious tomatoes
In her impression, Cade was a first-rate engineer, a second-rate farmer, and a mediocre inventor.
"The farm has hired a mutant who is very good at farming."
Broly said, taking a look around the room. Tessa had kept everything in the room very clean, without any of the slovenly look of a single young person.
"Tessa..."
He wanted Tessa to leave the dangerous Osborn Group, but after thinking about it, he gave up and decided to find an opportunity to kill Dr. Lizard and put an end to it all.
wrong!
Broli held his chin and thought deeply. Dr. Lizard was a genius professor of biology and medicine. It would be a pity to kill him. Perhaps he could work out the formula of the culture medium.
The farm is already filled with a group of crazy killers, so it shouldn't be a problem to add a mad scientist.
"What's wrong?"
Tessa Eagle was a little at a loss. She lifted her hair and found that there was tomato juice on her hands. She hurriedly rinsed them under the faucet.
"I go first."
Broly plans to take the money from the Continental Hotel back to the farm first, and then find an opportunity to kidnap Professor Connors and take him to Texas after a while.
"ha?"
Tessa wiped her hair with a tissue, stared at her toes, and said a little embarrassedly:
"Um... um... don't you want to eat something before you leave?"
She deliberately learned a lot of oriental dishes.
"No need, Cade's cooking is better, and I'll still have time for dinner when I get back from work."
He parked his motorcycle in the parking lot downstairs, went downstairs, walked across several blocks, used the transformation technique to change into the appearance of Bruce Wayne, and then called a taxi to go to the Continental Hotel.
The moment Broly appeared in the lobby of the Continental Hotel, everyone suddenly fell silent. There were a lot of killers in the lobby today.
"Welcome, Mr. Wayne. The cash you need is ready. I wonder if we will be responsible for delivering it or you can take it yourself."
Charon at the front desk greeted Broly with impeccable etiquette.
"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 an astonishing number of coveters. Even with the power of the Continental Hotel, there was no guarantee that there would be no problems in transporting the cash.
The Continental Hotel could not dispatch the killers directly, nor could they trust them.
Charon took Broly in the elevator and entered the underground vault at the bottom of the Continental Hotel.
"Please wait here, we will bring the cash over shortly."
He took Broly to sit outside the vault, where a team of fully armed gunmen were stationed. The vault stored most of the Continental Hotel's funds. Broly was too strong. Bringing him to this level was already a show of goodwill by the Continental Hotel. There was no way they would let him enter the vault.
A servant came over with his favorite steak and rum, and asked Broly to eat while waiting.
Not long after, a forklift drove out of the vault carrying a huge metal box.
"Mr. Wayne, I don't know when your people will arrive. We have a secret passage that can quietly transport all the money to the outside of the hotel for pick-up."
"Don't bother, I'll take it away."
Broly easily carried the metal box that was much larger than himself on his shoulders, took the elevator to the first floor, and left Charon, who was hesitant to speak.
The originally quiet hotel lobby suddenly became restless. Money can move people's hearts. People die for money, birds die for food. Even if the killer's income is much higher than that of ordinary people, it is unlikely to make 100 million US dollars in a lifetime.
They usually die quietly in a stinking ditch during an operation.
The act of withdrawing cash from the Continental Hotel was hidden from many people, but it could not be hidden from the assassins who dealt with the hotel all day. Although Broly left a legend of his powerful strength among the assassins, no one had ever seen him take action. They did not know that Broly's strength had exceeded the limit of their understanding.
Broly glanced at everyone and swaggered out of the hall.
The moment he stepped out of the Continental Hotel, a group of motorcycles roared over from the corner. The people on the motorcycles wore helmets, black rider suits, and held long knives in their hands. The knives flashed and slashed at Broly.
The large-displacement motor roared, the tires rubbed against the ground, and the dazzling headlights seemed to blind the eyes.
Broly chopped off the first rider's wrist with his palm, snatched the knife from his hand, and chopped off his head with a backhand.
He stood there, brandishing his long sword, and dismembered all the riders who rushed towards him without dodging.
The body parts were flying in the air, and the powerful motorcycle slid to the ground with a crash, turning into a pile of scrap metal.
Broly threw away the knife in his hand and continued to move forward. Such a tragic scene shocked all the potential coveters in the dark. They began to weigh their own strength and whether they could survive to get the 100 million.
Broly walked for a while and when he saw that the followers behind him had disappeared, he boarded the somersault cloud in a secluded place and prepared to return to the farm.
As soon as he flew into the sky, he found that New York City was in chaos. Police cars roared through the streets, and the shrill sirens made all the cars along the way give way.
"What happened? Was it because of the body outside the Continental Hotel?"
Broly followed the police car all the way and found that the direction of the police car was not the Continental Hotel, but the opposite direction. He concentrated and sensed it, and soon sensed an aura that was somewhat similar to Peter.
This energy was also formed by the fusion of two kinds of energy, but the fusion was very rough. The alien energy became the master and affected the original body, making it extremely agitated and restless.
On the Brooklyn Bridge, a humanoid lizard was rampaging wildly, picking up the cars blocking the bridge and throwing them off the bridge. The heavy cars were as light as toys in his hands.
Peter Parker was stopping the Lizard. He covered his face, but Broly still easily recognized his identity through his breath.
"What a coincidence!"
He carried the metal box, laughed wildly, and controlled the somersault cloud to fly towards the target.