"Thank you."
Alejandro smelled of gunpowder, and his bulletproof vest had three or four bullet holes. The Reyes Group's gunmen had put up a fierce fight, and it took a lot of effort to deal with them, but fortunately, no one was killed.
He looked back at Chap's body in the back seat, his eyes slightly moist.
"Don't mention it. Consider it repayment for the food we've eaten lately."
Broly was lying on the seats of the van, resting with his eyes closed. The Satan Combat Technique was much stronger than he had anticipated. It wasn't a weak martial art, it was just that Satan hadn't brought out its full power.
Although it became increasingly difficult to improve martial arts later on, Broly had raised the Satan Combat Technique to lv11 during the battles and training he'd been through. One more level, and it would be maxed out at lv12, at which point he could get another passive skill.
He hesitated for a moment, but didn't use a skill point to level up.
Broly's talent was extraordinary, and it wouldn't take much time for this type of martial art to reach its maximum level. He was preparing to use skill points to upgrade skills like Instant Transmission, which were difficult to train and improve.
The weasel Jack Hammer, who was sitting in the back, was discussing the commission with Fionardo. The addition of a powerful mutant obviously couldn't be paid at the previous price. And Fionardo was still resentful of Broly killing Chap.
Chap was very powerful and not very loyal to the Reyes Group, making it very likely that he could be won over by the Mata Group. In the end, Fionardo reluctantly raised the commission to $800,000. Broly would get $600,000, with the remaining people splitting the other $200,000.
Jack seemed very proud. The income of mercenaries wasn't as much as outsiders imagined. Eight hundred thousand dollars was a good start. With a strong fighter like Broly, they would make a fortune in the upcoming battles.
Within two days, Chap's body was hung on a billboard on the side of the highway into Mexico City. The battle between the Reyes Group and the Mata Group immediately intensified, with the bodies of middle and senior members of both sides constantly appearing throughout Mexico City. Gunshots rang out everywhere in the city, and a large number of citizens began to flee Mexico City.
In the following week, Broly and the mercenaries took on several more missions for the Mata Group, gaining some notoriety in the underworld of Mexico City. One mercenary was injured in the battle and went back to the United States for treatment.
Frequent battles directly raised Broly's level to six, with three mutants contributing a large amount of experience points.
It wasn't that no one had suspected whether Broly was the mutant who had kidnapped Filiberto Reyes's daughter. But because the video from the scene only recorded the second half, Broly's height had grown to over two meters in his angry form, and he was wearing a hood, so the suspicion was still just a suspicion. The Mata Group wouldn't offend a mutant as powerful as him during the war just because of a suspicion.
Francis was watching the surveillance video on the big screen.
In the video, Broly was shirtless, hitting a sandbag. His solid muscles looked as if they were made of iron blocks, and his lines were smooth. Sweat flowed freely, dampening his messy black hair.
The sandbag in front of him wasn't a traditional sandbag, but a huge steel high-pressure gas tank. The tank had been cut open and filled with iron sand, and it was suspended from a steel frame by steel cables.
The tank's walls were two centimeters thick, and with the iron sand inside, the weight was not much different from a solid iron block. A normal person's fist hitting it would only result in a broken bone, nothing else.
But with every punch, Broly sent the heavy gas tank flying high. The tough tank walls were already covered in deep and shallow fist marks. The gas tank swung, emitting a chilling whistle, echoing as it slammed into Broly, only to be punched away again in an instant. He was fighting against his own strength.
"What a terrifying monster, no wonder he can easily subdue our product, and even Chap died in his hands. His appearance and body shape haven't changed due to his superpowers." Francis's eyes were practically glowing. Such a powerful mutant was the perfect warrior, the perfect experimental material for the X Weapon Project. The serum extracted from his body might be able to mass-produce super soldiers with formidable strength.
Not all mutants were suitable for extracting serum. The serum from mutants like Chap had a very poor match with ordinary people, and there were almost no cases of successfully activating superpowers. The headquarters had imprisoned a mutant with rapid healing abilities, but unfortunately, he escaped from the laboratory.
Borton, standing beside him, looked very unhappy, and he questioned Francis.
"Why did your product have a signal transmitter, and we didn't know about it?"
The reason they were able to locate Broly's position and sneak in to install surveillance cameras and bugging devices was that the products manufactured by the mutant factory all had signal transmitters installed in their bodies. They found this safe house based on the signals emitted by the signal transmitters.
"Don't worry about it, Borton. We installed the signal transmitters just for better after-sales service. For example, if the product suddenly recovers part of its memory or loses control, we can immediately recover it. Believe us, our after-sales service is perfect."
Francis said very perfunctorily, his attention already completely focused on Broly. If he could achieve a breakthrough through this material, he could leave this godforsaken place in Mexico and never deal with these smelly drug dealers again.
Borton laughed sarcastically:
"I thought the money we paid was enough to have complete ownership of these mutants."
He was about to say something else when Francis suddenly grabbed his neck, lifting him into the air. He struggled helplessly, his face turning red as he struggled to breathe.
"We will be very grateful for your patience, Mr. Borton, after all, our after-sales service isn't cheap."
The reason Francis was allowed to run this mutant factory was, first, because Mexico had a large number of experimental materials within reach. Second, he could extract a large amount of cash flow from these wealthy drug dealers to support the experiments. With the chance to leave, his mood was stirred up, and he finally stopped feigning civility towards Borton.
"Let's act, this is a perfect material."
He said this and threw Borton, whom he was holding, to the ground.
Borton, who was almost suffocating, gasped greedily, breathing in new air. A squad of twelve fully armed soldiers followed Francis and the Dust Angel, getting into three Cadres.
Borton hesitated for a moment, secretly pressed the button on his pocketed phone, and also chose a Cadre and got in.
The convoy roared out of the underground garage and headed towards the safe house.