Channel Two was broadcasting the battle in Mexico City. Televisa Television Company, with its considerable resources, had directly deployed two helicopters to live-stream the operation.
As the largest commercial television network in the country, Channel Two had no qualms about showing the death of the Dust Angel, not even bothering to cut a single second.
"Well done!" Miguel Reyes, Filiberto's younger brother, stood in their spacious and luxurious living room, watching the live broadcast on TV. "These Yankees think they can run roughshod here. They're wrong! Once we take over the mutant factory, the Mata Group won't stand a chance against us!"
Filiberto, however, wasn't as optimistic as his brother.
The entire Americas were America's backyard. After the Chichi incident, anyone who touched a U.S. government official had to consider the consequences.
Chichi Camarena, a DEA agent who pursued the Guadalajara Cartel in Mexico. He had achieved significant results in his actions against the Guadalajara Cartel, destroying a marijuana plantation in the desert. The value of the marijuana seized and destroyed in the operation was as high as 2.5 billion U.S. dollars.
This thoroughly enraged the Guadalajara Cartel. They kidnapped Chichi and tortured him relentlessly. His body was found in a farm a month after his abduction.
This matter made a huge fuss, and the U.S. government launched a full-scale crackdown on the Guadalajara Cartel. The once-powerful Guadalajara Cartel quickly disintegrated. If it weren't for this incident, the Reyes Group and the Mata Group wouldn't have had the chance to rise to power. They had even been part of the Guadalajara Cartel.
"Don't worry, brother, it's the Mexican army that's taking action. What does it have to do with us?"
Miguel said nonchalantly.
Filiberto sighed, picked up the goblet in his hand, and drank the wine inside in one gulp. He knew that his biggest shortcoming compared to Barro was that he was prone to hesitation and lacked decisiveness. This had helped him avoid many dangers, but he had also missed many opportunities. This time, he planned to be decisive.
Suddenly, his hand holding the wine glass trembled, and the expensive crystal glass fell to the ground, the crimson wine flowing like blood.
On the television, a green energy ball hit an AMX-VCI infantry fighting vehicle moving forward at an astonishing speed. It easily penetrated the front armor of the vintage vehicle and then exploded violently.
The infantry fighting vehicle was ripped open as if it were a tin can, and the ammunition stored in the vehicle detonated, the burning bullets shooting out in all directions like fireworks, with billowing smoke burning on the wreckage.
"Terrorists have launched an unknown energy attack, destroying an army infantry fighting vehicle!"
The live broadcast screen shook violently, pointing towards the sky. The pilot was urgently climbing with the helicopter. Although the host was also frightened, he still maintained a strong sense of professionalism, introducing the situation below.
Broly stood beside the wreckage of the infantry fighting vehicle, the energy in his hands burning fiercely, resembling both flames and smoke.
Opposite him, the soldiers were facing a formidable enemy. The diesel engine emitted a strained roar, driving the old infantry fighting vehicle backward, attempting to put distance between themselves and the monster. The soldiers knelt on the ground, their sights fixed on Broly.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Everyone switched their rifles to full automatic, firing frantically at Broly.
The HK19 grenade launcher, which had killed the Dust Angel, emitted a muffled firing sound. The propellant burned, propelling high-explosive grenades.
"Boom!"
The exploding grenades kicked up a large amount of smoke.
Unfortunately, Broly reacted faster than them. His powerful jumping ability allowed him to leap onto the exterior wall of a building in an instant. The sporadic bullets that hit him were like mosquito bites, unable to harm him at all.
"He's not dead! On the wall! Fire! Fire!"
Broly unleashed a terrifying force, jumping directly from the vertical wall, and in mid-air, he threw the two balls of energy in his hands.
The two concentrated balls of energy pierced through the top armor of the infantry fighting vehicle and entered inside.
"Boom! Boom!"
With a violent explosion, the infantry fighting vehicle was blown to pieces, and only two deep pits remained on the hard road surface, as if it had been bombarded.
[Experience +8] [Experience +11] [Experience +7]...
The Satan Fighting Technique demonstrated unprecedented destructive power in Broly's hands.
New energy quickly re-condensed in his hands. Broly landed directly on the ground, with strong and powerful muscles resembling steel cables. He punched the front armor of an infantry fighting vehicle that didn't have time to react.
Pure punching force might only penetrate the armor of an infantry fighting vehicle, but under the effect of highly compressed energy, the entire vehicle was blown away by this punch. The turbulent energy directly tore the entire vehicle into a pile of scattered metal fragments in mid-air.
The fragments fell like a torrential downpour. The surviving soldiers watched this scene blankly. Their morale collapsed. This was not a monster they could deal with.
"...This is simply a one-sided massacre... Our army has no power to resist in front of this terrorist."
The host spoke in a trembling voice, and fear inevitably surged from deep within.
Broly's speed was at a certain limit. The camera couldn't clearly capture his figure, only recording a clear image when he stopped for an instant.
Filiberto sat on the sofa. Although the air conditioner was on, he was still drenched in sweat. His lips were pursed into a thin line, and he was extremely pale. His brother Miguel was even worse. His legs were trembling with fear, no longer as energetic as before.
"This... this kind of monster, where did it come from..."
His voice was hoarse, and his originally stylish hairstyle was plastered to his head in strands after being soaked in sweat.
Filiberto barely regained his composure.
"Get ready, we need to leave Mexico City."
Having provoked such a monster, they couldn't stay in Mexico City anymore, they had to leave immediately. The Reyes Group was like a tree root deeply rooted in Mexico. As long as the two brothers didn't die, at most they would be severely damaged, but not destroyed.
"Thump!"
Broly stood on top of the last infantry fighting vehicle. He thrust his palm through the roof of the vehicle, then, like opening a can, he lifted the top armor.
Major Jackson Nunez's face, as pale as a ghost, was revealed. He was wriggling his body in the narrow space of the infantry fighting vehicle, like a mouse caught by a cat.
"Don't kill me, I surrender! We surrender!"
He didn't dare to look at Broly.
The energy in Broly's hand suddenly brightened, then it flew out and entered the infantry fighting vehicle in Nunez's desperate gaze.
"Boom!"
After a violent explosion, the flames that were burning everything were engulfed.
Scattered metal fragments were scattered everywhere. Broly jumped down from the wreckage of the infantry fighting vehicle. His energy not only didn't deplete due to the rapid consumption, but new energy was continuously gushing out from his body.
After entering the Berserk State, his combat power had been rapidly expanding.