"Boom!"
A violent explosion flipped the heavy Suburban SUV, blocking the path of the convoy.
The remaining vehicles attempted to reverse, but found their retreat blocked by a van. Broly, wearing a hood, jumped out of the vehicle and kicked the SUV that was trying to reverse and push the van aside, smashing it into the car in front.
"Target's in the third car."
Alejandro pointed at the SUV where Isabella was, pulled the trigger, and suppressed the bodyguards in the other vehicles.
Broly nodded and casually reached into the car beside him, twisting the neck of a gunman who was shooting. He strolled through the hail of bullets towards Isabella's Suburban SUV.
A burly man opened the car door and got out.
"You've chosen the wrong target."
His voice was hoarse, as if his throat was filled with sandpaper.
The next moment, the muscles on the burly man's body exploded with immense power. His sturdy frame shot out like a cannonball, delivering a punch to Broly's chest. Broly didn't dodge or block, but instead, seemed excited.
"Bang!"
A muffled roar echoed out like the sound of a heavy truck's tire exploding. Broly was sent flying back by the punch, smashing through the glass of a shop on the street, and landed on the ground, his fate uncertain. People hiding in the shop immediately screamed and ran out, scattering in all directions.
The burly man grinned and cracked his neck, thinking that the poor guy's bones should be shattered, probably with no intact internal organs left.
"Insignificant. You dare to target the Reyes Group? You will all die!"
The bodyguard in the passenger seat got out of the car, holding a rifle, and pulled the trigger at Alejandro, the intense firepower immediately suppressing him in the car.
The bullets sprayed across the van's body, turning it into a sieve. The car windows were riddled with bullet holes.
Alejandro opened the car door and rolled out. Only the engine compartment of the van could resist the direct impact of the rifle bullets; staying in the car meant certain death. The muscles on his face twitched. He hadn't expected Broly to not even withstand a single punch. It seemed like they were doomed this time.
He wasn't afraid of death, but he regretted not being able to avenge his wife and daughter.
Just then, Broly, who was lying on the ground, suddenly leaped up and stood up. He looked completely unharmed, and in fact, he had grown much taller, his bulky muscles ripping through his clothes.
"You're not bad. You're the first person to make me feel the joy of battle. I hope you can last a little longer."
His voice became low and muffled. He walked out of the shop and stood in front of the burly man. The two of them were originally the same height, but now, he was a head and a half taller than the burly man.
Saiyans were extremely prone to anger, and Broly was one of the best among them. The punch he took had directly pushed him past the breaking point, entering his Rage Form.
The burly man's pupils contracted. Although he was intellectually deficient due to being brainwashed, his instincts were frantically warning him that the Broly in front of him was extremely dangerous.
The next moment, he let out a roar and punched Broly in the chest.
"Crack!"
A sound of breaking that made everyone uncomfortable, his hand bones broke, his finger bones twisted like a pretzel.
"Ah!"
He let out a scream, clutching his twisted hand, and retreated several steps, his wooden face revealing a look of fear. This was not an opponent on the same level!
Broly was also stunned for a moment; he hadn't expected the Rage Form to boost his strength to this extent. The mutant's original strength was probably about seventy percent of his, but after accidentally entering the Rage Form, he was as weak as a baby.
How could he enjoy the joy of battle like this?
Broly tried his best to calm down, attempting to withdraw from the Rage Form. Unfortunately, his mind was a blur, with only the desire to destroy and to fight remaining.
"Why are you retreating? Come on! Hold off this monster!"
The bodyguard saw this and fearfully ordered, while getting into the Suburban SUV. He crashed through the destroyed SUV blocking in front, the powerful engine roaring, driving the SUV to accelerate rapidly, trying to escape. He was terrified by Broly.
Broly discovered that he couldn't control his emotions in the Rage Form and became increasingly irritable and angry.
If this continues, things will go wrong. He reluctantly gave up on the idea of exiting the Rage Form, exerted force with his feet, and in a deafening roar, disappeared from the spot, leaving only a deep footprint.
His figure drew a long arc in the air, instantly covering a distance of nearly a hundred meters, overtaking the speeding SUV.
"Boom!"
He landed on the road about ten meters in front of the SUV, his feet sinking deep into the ground.
"Violent Flying Kick!"
Broly's bomb-like, powerful leg strength kicked the SUV, which was already going fifty miles per hour, back. The heavy car body rolled and crashed into a building on the side of the road, like a soccer ball.
The front part of the sturdy car body was kicked to pieces, the driver and the bodyguard in the front seats turned into a bloody pulp. Isabella was wearing a seatbelt, barely keeping her life, but still, she was covered in blood from the impact.
He easily tore open the car's body and grabbed Isabella inside as if she were a chick. The next moment, he leaped up again and landed beside the mutant, casually knocking him unconscious, and tucked him under his arm.
"Clean up, let's get out of here."
Broly said with some difficulty, trying his hardest to restrain the destructive desire that was about to boil over within him.
The original van was completely scrapped, so Alejandro chose another Suburban SUV that was still intact and left the scene.
"That was your true strength just now?"
Alejandro's hands were on the steering wheel, still trembling. He had done a lot of dirty work for the CIA, and knew some secrets that others didn't. He knew that a physics Ph.D. had been exposed to gamma rays in an accidental experiment, and would turn into a giant green monster when provoked.
This was very similar to Broly's transformation just now. After being provoked, his size increased significantly. Although there wasn't much change in his appearance, his strength increased greatly, like the legendary Hulk.
Even a fully armed tank battalion could not stop the raging Hulk. If Broly had the same strength as the Hulk, then he could indeed flatten the Reyes Group.
He felt like he was the closest he'd ever been to successful revenge.
Broly had recovered from his Rage Form. He was very tired now, not the kind of exhaustion from physical exertion, but mental fatigue.
"In a certain sense, not yet."
Even in Rage Form, his strength would continue to increase with constant fighting, stimulated by anger and the will to fight. In this state, his intelligence would decrease, while his martial arts talent would increase exponentially.
As a legendary Super Saiyan, he was just that overpowered. Whether it was the old or new movie, Broly had almost never received proper training, yet he still grew rapidly in battle, overwhelming Son Goku and Vegeta, who were experienced warriors.
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