Triskelion Island, S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters. The imposing building was the nerve center of S.H.I.E.L.D., a global organization, and the gleaming bald head in the office was the organization's brain.
Nick Fury was currently resting his chin on his hands, staring at the chaos on the television screen. The figure on screen, with their immense destructive power, strangely reminded him of something from over a decade ago, when he had just joined S.H.I.E.L.D. back then. That woman also could emit destructive energy.
Suddenly, he pressed the pause button, freezing the image of Broly.
"That might not be a belt..."
As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he knew a lot about mutants. Broly's abilities were too diverse; he didn't seem like a mutant. He thought for a moment and dialed a number on the phone.
"Phil, come to my office immediately."
Soon enough, an agent with a receding hairline appeared in the office.
"Investigate this person," Nick Fury said, glancing at the burning wreckage of the armored personnel carriers on the television screen. "I want to know his past experiences, his identity, his psychological state, who his associates are, and the background of this riot in Mexico." He paused. "Be careful about how you approach it. Avoid direct confrontation."
Even well-trained S.H.I.E.L.D. agents wouldn't be a match for this destroyer.
Nick Fury massaged his temples, a headache forming. The world was far more dangerous than ordinary people realized. S.H.I.E.L.D. spent a fortune every year, yet they were powerless against these monsters. If this attacker appeared in New York, their response wouldn't be any better than Mexico's.
The police, S.W.A.T., and even the National Guard had no experience dealing with this kind of situation.
It reminded him of that outlandish plan he had when he was younger. Perhaps only monsters could fight monsters.
An anti-tank team had set up a launch position on the roof of a restaurant. Their target was the mutant on the street who was brutally crushing the Mexican army.
The first unit to arrive had already been crushed, completely losing its fighting ability. They were the third wave of troops to arrive.
The "Falcon" anti-tank missile was divided into two parts: the aiming device and the launch tube.
The power supply and cooling modules on the launch tube were responsible for powering the missile's electronic components and cooling the infrared guidance head after activation, before launch.
The "Falcon" anti-tank missile's guidance head used a 320x320 mercury cadmium telluride focal plane array infrared imaging system. The high resolution of the guidance head was highly dependent on a low-temperature environment; at room temperature, it would immediately lose its ability to lock onto a target.
Although Stark Industries' technology was very advanced, the small cooling module could only work for a maximum of four minutes. If the missile wasn't launched within four minutes of activation, this expensive missile, worth the price of a luxury car, would be scrapped.
But Broly's movements were too fast, often moving out of the sight of the targeting system, unable to be locked onto.
They had already scrapped two sets of expensive missiles because of this.
"Calm down, calm down, activate the missile and aim the moment he stops."
The anti-tank team leader wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Although he said so, who could really remain calm when facing a monster that could tear apart armored personnel carriers like toys?
In fact, the other anti-tank teams had already fled, only they remained holding their position.
"Boom!"
A green energy blast exploded directly between two armored personnel carriers, the shock wave flipping them over.
Broly jumped onto the carrier, ignoring the survivors frantically fleeing.
"Ki is rising."
The surging Ki was approaching a limit. Because he had been in his enraged form for too long, his reason had been completely consumed by the desire to fight, constantly battling, never stopping as long as there was an enemy in front of him.
"Opportunity!"
The team leader quickly activated the missile, locking onto Broly in the targeting system. The system automatically transmitted the target information to the missile.
"Hurry! Come on, baby!"
The guidance head's cooling wasn't instantaneous; even the advanced "Falcon" anti-tank missile needed at least fifteen seconds.
"Beep—"
The successful lock-on beep sounded like celestial music to the anti-tank team.
"Fire!"
The missile's launch engine quickly engaged, ejecting the missile from the launch tube and quickly stopping. After flying a few meters, the flight engine began to respond, and a bright tail flame erupted, propelling the missile to accelerate rapidly.
Under the attack path planned by the onboard computer, the missile climbed upwards at an 18-degree angle. After reaching its apex, the guidance head began to work. The guidance section used an algorithm to compare each frame of the image formed by the guidance head with the pre-stored target image, distinguishing Broly's location from a multitude of heat sources. The wings moved, constantly correcting the missile's flight attitude and direction, diving down like a meteor.
"Bang!"
The diving missile was suddenly caught in Broly's hand. Its designer, Tony Stark, probably hadn't considered a missile in flight being caught. The fuse didn't trigger, and the powerful tandem warhead didn't detonate, a silence that was utterly terrifying.
"Hya!"
Broly roared, throwing the missile back like a javelin. The missile, whistling through the air, was even faster than before.
"Boom!"
The violent explosion completely destroyed the launch position.
Alejandro watched the scene of destruction on the street, the front lines already pushed back three streets by Broly; he could only vaguely hear the sound of explosions.
So this is Broly's true power, he thought.
The phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He shook himself out of his thoughts and pulled out his phone, looked at the number, and pressed the call button.
"Ale, where the hell did you find this guy? According to our internal intelligence, the mobile forces in the Mexico City metropolitan area have been destroyed by a fifth, and their president is about to lose it."
Matt's voice came from the other end of the phone. After seeing the live broadcast on television, he immediately thought of Alejandro and, through CIA channels, had obtained a lot of intelligence from the Mexican upper echelons.
"Tony Stark is going to make a lot of money. This time, the army's poor performance finally made the Mexican president and the big shots in the Renaissance Movement Party make up their minds to allocate funds to upgrade their weapons and equipment. Stark Industries' people are already preparing the quote sheet."
Alejandro tapped his thigh unconsciously.
"How are you planning to leave Mexico? They've gone crazy. Even if they seal the border and dig three feet underground, they won't let you leave." Matt said unhurriedly. "Just twenty minutes ago, the Mexican government officially requested help from the US government. A mechanized infantry brigade and an attack helicopter battalion from the Big Red One have begun to assemble. Your friend is strong, but I'm not optimistic about your outcome."
Alejandro finally spoke on the phone.
"You can take him and leave, but I won't leave Mexico without completing my revenge."
Wade, standing beside him, immediately panicked, grabbing Alejandro by the neck.
"Hey, don't forget about me! I want to get out of this damn place too!"
Broly had caused such a huge disturbance that even he, who was fearless, was now in a bind.