"Clack, clack, clack..."
The Sand Dust Angel's teeth chattered violently with fear. Her previous attack had been her strongest, yet the enemy seemed unfazed. This crushed her fighting spirit. For the first time in her life, she was consumed by a despairing dread.
This fear brought tears to her eyes.
Suddenly, the hand holding her shoulder loosened, and the weakened Sand Dust Angel collapsed to the ground.
"You're a worthy warrior. You're the first to wound me! I'll let you go. Don't be a pawn of evil anymore."
Broly hesitated, then decided to spare her. She was the first person he considered a martial artist, and with her decent superpowers and physical strength, she might have potential.
He felt the pain in his body and began walking towards Francis.
"Ple... please..."
The Sand Dust Angel wanted to beg Broly to spare Francis, but a glance from him sent shivers down her spine.
Reaching Francis, Broly suddenly grabbed his shoulder and slammed him down. His movement was almost identical to the Sand Dust Angel's earlier attack.
"Splatter!"
Before Francis could beg for mercy, he was reduced to an unidentifiable mess.
Though this throwing technique was crude compared to the Wolf Fang Fist and the Satan Fighting Technique, it was still practical and might have surprising effects against large enemies.
"Broly! Get out of there! The Mexican Army is coming!"
Alejandro's voice suddenly crackled through his earpiece.
Broly tapped his earpiece, signifying he understood. He wasn't ready to deal with the Mexican government. Things would get very troublesome if it escalated to that level.
He glanced at the Sand Dust Angel, who was dazed by Francis's death, and wanted her to also leave this dangerous place.
"Hey..."
Before he could finish, a grenade suddenly hit the Sand Dust Angel. The massive explosion slammed her to the ground, followed by a second and third.
The Mexican Army was divided into nine brigades and numerous independent regiments and battalions. The headquarters of the nine brigades were all located in Mexico City, forming the only mobile force of the Mexican Army, directly commanded by the federal government. These included an armored brigade, two infantry brigades, a motorized infantry brigade, an airborne brigade, three gendarmerie brigades, and a Presidential Guard Brigade.
Despite having an armored brigade, Mexico had no active tanks. The French-made AMX-13 light tanks imported from Belgium were products of the 1940s and 50s, long obsolete and retired. Even the current armored vehicles were old and had weak firepower.
The AMX-VCI infantry fighting vehicle, a product of the 1960s, had weak armor and firepower. The Mexican Army had made some modifications, installing a V8 diesel engine from the American company, Cummins, and replacing the original manual small turret with an HK19 grenade launcher and a 7.62mm machine gun.
The weakness of the military was partly why drug lords in Mexico were so rampant.
Major Jackson Nez was sitting in an AMX-VCI command vehicle, slowly smoking a cigarette.
He had volunteered for this mission. An hour ago, a mysterious phone call had come to his office. The Reyes Group was willing to pay ten million US dollars just for him to order his men to pull the trigger with enthusiasm.
It was a pleasant assignment, wasn't it? Just a word, and he could easily get ten million US dollars. He had previously leaked so much information about drug raids, but he only got six hundred thousand.
With this ten million, he wouldn't need to continue serving. He could just retire after twenty years of service and collect his lifelong retirement pension. Twenty years of hard work, only to get a retirement pension of 60% of his monthly salary. Who wanted to do that?
Soon, the female mutant was killed. The mutants' superpowers seemed flashy, but they were easily defeated by modern weapons.
The people from the Mutant Factory had offended Filiberto, and Filiberto wanted them dead. He took out his phone and looked at it. Francis was also on Filiberto's hit list. The nearby traffic had been blocked, and Francis was trapped. He would tell the soldiers to get out of the vehicles and search later.
It was said that the Mutant Factory had some connection with the US military. It was a pity that he couldn't immigrate to the United States after retirement, but Europe was also a good choice.
"What about mutants? They're just corpses now. They should have expected this when they offended the Reyes Group."
Borton had quietly left the convoy earlier. He looked at the shattered corpses of Francis and the Sand Dust Angel, a victorious smile on his face. The humiliation of being lifted like a chicken by Francis was finally washed away. He picked up his phone and said to Major Jackson Nez:
"Mr. Nez, don't let the remaining mutant go. He kidnapped Isabella. After killing him, search for Isabella's location. If you find her, Mr. Filiberto is willing to pay another five million US dollars."
He was about to put away his phone and leave this place of trouble when the hand holding his phone was suddenly grabbed by a giant hand.
Borton's build was large for a normal person, but compared to that hand, his hand was like a child's.
He turned around and found the mutant standing behind him. But his body had grown much larger, exceeding two meters. Steel-like muscles had burst through his clothes, making him look like a giant from a myth.
Broly snatched the phone and flipped through the chat logs.
"You rats in the gutter!"
The Sand Dust Angel's death wasn't the main reason for his anger. She followed Francis in his evil deeds and deserved to die. He was furious that a warrior hadn't been killed in a fair fight, but was instead ambushed after being exhausted.
This anger immediately triggered his Wrath State.
"No... you can't kill me... this place is surrounded... if you kill me, you'll have no way out, you'll die... I... I can help you escape."
Broly crushed the phone in his hand. Green energy surged out of his hand, burning like flames.
(In the new Dragon Ball Super: Broly movie, Broly's ki is white in his normal form, but turns green when he enters Wrath State.)
He flicked his finger, and a green light shot out, piercing Borton's head, causing a violent explosion that consumed him.
"Such a filthy firework."
[Satan Fighting Technique lv12: Splitting Air Fist, After hard training, you've finally mastered the technique of gathering and firing ki, attack has splash damage.]