Five kilometers from the tire shop, in an abandoned park, Broly had changed into khaki pants and a short T-shirt. Aside from his muscular physique and fierce eyes, he looked like any ordinary Texas farmer.
At the moment, he was wearing his combat power-detecting glasses, training the Satan Fighting Style while using the glasses to monitor the tire shop from several kilometers away.
The massacre inside the tire shop wasn't discovered until half an hour later, and eyewitnesses immediately called the police. The El Paso Police Department soon handed the case over to the FBI; such cases involving suspected mutant crimes were beyond their capabilities.
Ordinary humans couldn't push a Dodge Ram weighing over two tons three meters and crush three people into pulp.
For days, individuals with combat power exceeding the average had been appearing around the tire shop. Some were FBI agents, others members of the Reyes Cartel, all trying to identify the attacker.
Broly stopped punching. He could see that his Satan Fighting Style had reached Level 9. This body's martial arts talent was astonishing. The Satan Fighting Style wasn't a complex martial art to begin with, and he had reached a level Satan never achieved in just a few days.
Level 9 of the Satan Fighting Style granted him two passive skills.
[Satan Fighting Style Lv4: Steel Bones: Long-term, arduous training has made your body incredibly resilient. Resilience +5] [Satan Fighting Style Lv7: Iron Fist: Training close to the limit gives you strength beyond human limits. Surging Qi gives your fists extraordinary destructive power]
In Dragon Ball, Satan should only have been Lv4, surviving the Cell Games thanks to Steel Bones. His daughter, Videl, should have surpassed Lv7, mastering the power of Qi, allowing her to learn the Levitation Technique in a short time.
Broly could feel his muscles and skin becoming much tougher, and a destructive force was stirring within his body. However, the Satan Fighting Style lacked techniques for controlling Qi, so he could only release this power through fists and feet.
Picking up a towel, he wiped his face. He then grabbed the hooded sweatshirt he had placed aside and put it on, concealing his very noticeable long hair and his combat power-detecting glasses.
His towering body moved against the flow of people, like a great white shark hunting in a school of fish.
Broly's target was a middle-aged man with a somewhat weathered face. He casually put his hand on the man's shoulder, and with a slight squeeze, the man was immobilized, unable to even speak. The two looked like close old friends, walking into a secluded alley.
Releasing his grip, the middle-aged man tried to retaliate. He should have received extremely rigorous training, his attacks were vicious, and he was skilled in joint locks. But he was like an infant in Broly's hands, offering no resistance, and was easily subdued again.
"I mean you no harm." Broly tossed the handgun he had taken back to him. "This toy can't hurt me."
Alejandro picked up the gun, holding it with a wary look at Broly.
(This character is from the movie, Sicario, a very good movie)
"You are the mutant who killed everyone in the tire shop?"
Broly didn't deny it.
"I know you too. You should be from the FBI, and you have a deep-seated hatred for the Reyes Cartel."
Alejandro was clearly a man of deep thought, his expression unchanged.
"Three days ago, you appeared at the scene with an FBI team. Afterwards, you were alone, staking out the area. You also secretly imprisoned a member of the Reyes Cartel, and after some interrogation, you killed him."
Broly continued, able to deduce what happened with his combat power-detecting glasses.
Alejandro's eyes shifted slightly. He had been very cautious, how did this mutant manage to track him? Was he a psychic mutant? But how could he have such strength? Unfortunately, he was mistaken; he wasn't from the FBI. He was doing dirty work for the CIA.
"What do you want?"
He asked in a somewhat hoarse voice.
Broly held the initiative in the conversation. Although he could follow a Reyes Cartel member to their headquarters, he wanted to find an assistant. An assistant skilled in cleaning up and FBI investigation techniques could help him erase clues. He didn't want to reveal his identity to the FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D. too soon.
"What did the Reyes Cartel do to you?"
Alejandro, who seemed to have a deep-seated hatred for the Reyes Cartel, even to the point of violating FBI rules, was clearly the best partner.
"Nothing much. They just beheaded my wife and threw my daughter into a sulfuric acid pool."
Alejandro's tone was very calm, but Broly could see the boiling rage in his eyes, like magma.
"So, are you willing to go for a big one together, take down the entire Reyes Cartel?"
Broly said, looking at his face.
Alejandro's face finally changed; he saw the possibility of revenge.
"How many mutants do you have with you?"
He put his gun back into his underarm holster.
Broly pointed at himself.
"Just me."
Alejandro's face immediately darkened, and he turned to leave.
"What determines combat power is never the number of people."
Broly said, glancing around and selecting a sturdy fire hydrant.
"Blazing Kick!"
Satan once used this move, kicking Cell in the face. Although it had no effect, it was quite a spectacle. When Broly used it, the impact was completely different.
The fire hydrant, half-buried in the ground, was uprooted by the force of the kick and soared through the air. The cast iron body was directly kicked into a U-shape. High-pressure water gushed out from the underground pipes, drenching them both.
"Well?"
Although somewhat disheveled, Broly still maintained a master's pose.
"Let's get out of here. The fire department will soon detect the change in the pressure of the firefighting pipeline and pinpoint this location."
Alejandro shook his head helplessly. Broly's actions in the tire shop were too rough, leaving behind a lot of clues. If the FBI's criminal database didn't have any information about him, his identity would have been exposed long ago.
The two got into Alejandro's car, and he carefully cleaned up the traces they had left and took away the bent fire hydrant.
"So, what's your plan?"
Alejandro handed over a towel, asking with his arms crossed.
"It's simple. We follow a Reyes Cartel member, find their leader, and I charge in to kill everyone. After I kill everyone, you go in to clean up the clues."
Broly said.
Alejandro finally couldn't maintain his expression. He now greatly regretted letting Broly into his car. But after hesitating for a moment, he still placed his hope on Broly.
The Reyes Cartel was not simple. The Drug Enforcement Administration and the CIA were cautious when launching operations against them; there was a huge force protecting this criminal organization. If there was the slightest illegality in the procedures, the operations would be canceled.
Everything was difficult, making him unable to see any hope for revenge.
"Listen, you are indeed strong, but acting this way won't work. I have a plan that's more feasible. We can pretend to be from the Mata Cartel. I know the identities of several Reyes Cartel executives, as well as information about Reyes' daughter. The Mata Cartel's style of killing is very easy to imitate. We use their methods to kill a few executives, then we kidnap Reyes' daughter to the Mata Cartel's territory."
"These two cartels have been in conflict for a long time, accumulating a lot of hatred. They will definitely fall into war, and when they weaken due to the war, that's when we strike."
Broly considered for a moment and had to admit that Alejandro's plan was more feasible, and he could also farm another monster from the Mata Cartel, so why not.