In the bar, Alejandro sipped his ice-cold beer.
"I'm done, Matt."
He spoke to Matt Graver, who was sitting beside him. Matt Graver was a CIA agent, specializing in the dirty work that went beyond the rules. He had a notorious reputation, even within the powerful CIA. He was currently leading a special forces unit, with the primary mission of eliminating the Reyes Cartel, a criminal organization.
Alejandro was originally a Mexican prosecutor, but his family was destroyed because he opposed the Reyes Cartel. He had always wanted revenge, and Matt gave him the opportunity.
"What's wrong? You can't stand that FBI bitch?"
The CIA didn't have the authority to operate within the United States, so they could only work with the FBI. The FBI had sent a female agent named Kate, whose "professional ethics" were a bit too strong, causing them a lot of trouble.
"You could say that. I want to take a break for a while," Alejandro replied.
"Bang!"
Matt slammed his hand on the bar, the loud noise startling the surrounding patrons. He lowered his voice and said to Alejandro:
"Don't take me for a fool, Alex. Have you hooked up with that mutant who went on a killing spree at the tire shop! You're crazy, collaborating with the Brotherhood of Mutants. You'll get yourself killed!"
The Brotherhood of Mutants had long been identified as a mutant terrorist organization. Associating with them would make it impossible to survive in the United States, or even the entire Americas.
Alejandro knew his flimsy excuse wouldn't fool Matt. He shook his head and said:
"He's not with the Brotherhood of Mutants. I'm sure of that. He doesn't have the Brotherhood of Mutants' flavor, and he doesn't care about mutant rights either."
He revealed his plan to Matt.
Matt hesitated for a moment.
"You don't have to quit. I'll apply to the higher-ups. This plan is quite feasible. If possible, we can even absorb that mutant into the CIA."
Alejandro shook his head.
"I won't disclose any information about him. After all, I don't want to die."
He had witnessed Broly's extraordinary tracking and surveillance methods, and he guessed it was 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, picked up the lighter on the table, put it in his pocket, and walked towards the bar door.
"You know how much I want revenge. I hope you don't stop me."
Matt shrugged and continued drinking his beer.
Back at the safe house in El Paso, Alejandro suddenly became alert, placing his hand on his lower back and pulling out the pistol from his holster. He cautiously entered the room, holding the gun.
"Don't be nervous, it's me."
Broly sat on the safe house sofa, looking relaxed.
"How did it go, did you get it sorted out?"
Alejandro put his pistol back in its holster, walked into the kitchen, made a few sandwiches, and placed them on a plate.
"Matt won't stop us and will provide the necessary help. At least the border patrol won't check our car." He picked up a sandwich and took a few bites, "We're going to Mexico today."
He finished the sandwich, opened the hidden door in the cabinet, and took out two large bags of equipment.
"Do you know how to use firearms?"
"Of course!"
Broly said. Although his fists were much more powerful than a rifle, the efficiency of killing was far inferior. Therefore, he used Revival Points to exchange for this ability.
[Launch's Shooting Technique]
This ability only cost 5 points, but it was very practical. After all, even with a submachine gun, it was not easy to hit Master Roshi.
Alejandro nodded and pulled a rifle from the equipment bag, throwing it to Broly.
"HK-433, 12-inch barrel, the latest product from HK. C-Mag drum magazine, holding 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 AK47s or something?"
Alejandro shook his head.
"The Mata Group are not small-time players. Their assets are probably around $25 billion. They wouldn't use the junk from the last century."
Diaz was a senior lawyer for the Reyes Cartel, with a large network within the Mexican law enforcement agencies. He had bribed countless police officers for Reyes. He also advocated and lobbied, trying to amend Mexican laws to create a more lenient environment for the Reyes Cartel. He had amassed a huge fortune from this, owning a mansion with over a hundred rooms and an artificial lake filled with ferocious fish collected from all over the world.
Three strong bodyguards escorted him out of the Mexican Commercial Bank Financial Building. He got into the back seat of a Maybach S560.
In this tallest and most expensive building in Mexico, he had rented an entire floor to serve as the office of his law firm.
The heavy luxury car smoothly pulled out of the parking space under the powerful engine. Just as it was about to enter the main road, an old van suddenly rushed out and blocked the way.
The door opened, and a fully armed bandit wearing a skull mask immediately raised his rifle and fired at the Maybach S560. The front windshield of the luxury car was instantly covered with bullet holes, but most of the bullets didn't penetrate the bulletproof glass.
A roar came from the engine compartment, and the bodyguards inside the car tried to force the van blocking their way.
"Tch!"
Broly threw away the rifle in his hand. Facing the approaching luxury car, he didn't dodge or evade. He stepped on the car's hood, using brute force to stop the entire car.
The tires violently rubbed against the ground, emitting a stream of hot black smoke. The engine roared, but the car didn't move at all.
The bodyguards inside the car frantically rolled down the car windows and leaned out with rifles, attempting to fire.
"Bang bang! Bang!"
Alejandro, who was in the driver's seat of the van, had already gotten out. He raised his rifle and killed them all.
Diaz opened the car door, moved his obese body, and ran toward the financial building.
"Bang!"
A cloud of blood exploded on his leg, and his fat body fell heavily to the ground, his glasses flying off. A strong desire to survive made him crawl up from the ground, and he continued to run with a limp.
"Bang!"
The injured leg was shot again. Diaz finally couldn't run anymore and was wriggling on the ground, like a fat worm.
Alejandro walked slowly, picked up the glasses that had fallen on the ground, and threw them onto Diaz.
"Put them on."
He pointed his rifle at Diaz, his tone calm.
Diaz shakily picked up the glasses and put them on.
Alejandro pulled off his hood, so Diaz could clearly see his face. Diaz obviously recognized him, his pupils constricted, and he was about to say something.
"Goodbye, my friend."
Alejandro didn't give him a chance to speak.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
The barrage of bullets turned Diaz's fleshy body into a mass of pulp.
He looked at the footprints on the car's hood, pulled the pin of a grenade, lifted the hood, and threw it inside.
End of Translation