The wreckage of infantry fighting vehicles nearly filled the entire street. The remaining fuel in the vehicles burned, sending out sparks. The steel was red-hot, and fire was everywhere, with thick smoke billowing into the sky.
The whole of Mexico City was like a cauldron of boiling chaos.
Broly sat on a turret of an infantry fighting vehicle. His original clothes were now tattered rags, barely covering him.
He had finally emerged from his Berserk State, regaining his sanity, though his mind was still a mess. He had lost most of his memories from the Berserk State. He glanced at the system page and found that he had unknowingly leveled up to 9, with only a little over fifty experience points needed to reach level 10. God knew how many people he had killed in the recent chaos to accumulate that much experience.
His Satan Fighting Technique was already at the maximum level of 12, and his Wolf Fang Fist had also reached level 8 without him noticing. In his Berserk State, his martial arts talent had also received a terrifying boost, causing the Wolf Fang Fist to level up rapidly.
[Wolf Fang Fist lv4: Gale Fist, prolonged punching, gives you unparalleled punching speed, attack speed +5] [Wolf Fang Fist lv7: Wolf Fist, a technique only a martial artist who has mastered the fist can grasp, unleash a wolf-shaped Ki, tearing at enemies, sharp fangs will tear through all enemies in front of you]
(In the movie "Dragon Fist Explosion, Who Else But Me," Goku once used the Dragon Fist to defeat the final boss, Hildegarn. This movie is quite good, and it also explains the origins of Trunks's sword used to kill Frieza.)
He looked down at his hands, with much weaker Ki enveloping them than before.
"Whoosh!"
A Ki blast roared out, striking a relatively intact infantry fighting vehicle wreck, causing a dull explosion that dented its armor.
The power of the Air Split Fist had weakened considerably in his base form.
The next moment, a white wolf made of Ki shot out, instantly penetrating the infantry fighting vehicle's armor, leaving a clean, neat, long Ki mark. The tough armor steel was neatly cut open.
The Wolf Fist's penetrating power was much stronger than the Air Split Fist, but it lacked the splash damage of the Air Split Fist. The two skills were somewhat complementary.
Looking up at a building at the end of the street, he finally understood how he had neatly cut that building in half.
The vicinity was silent, as if the end of the world had come, with only the crackling of flames. The Mexican army that had fought him had completely retreated, evacuating the area. Even most of the civilians had fled, and those who remained were hiding indoors, afraid to go out.
The earplugs had been destroyed in the battle, and he couldn't contact Alejandro. Broly had no way of knowing the situation in Mexico City, and this feeling was awful.
Although the Berserk State could greatly increase his strength, the drawback of losing control was too fatal. Not to mention destroying the Reyes Group, he was now struggling to even establish a foothold in Mexico.
A motor started suddenly on the empty street, and a motorcycle came from afar. The rider on the motorcycle raised a hand from a distance, signaling that he meant no harm.
"I'm a friend of Alejandro's; he's waiting for you at this location. Several blocks nearby have been sealed off by the retreating Mexican army; they've set up roadblocks and barbed wire. In half an hour, the U.S. Army will arrive here. They're equipped with the most advanced heavy weapons and air support, and they'll search every corner of this area to find your hiding place. We have a way to safely take you outside of this encirclement."
The rider spoke as he carefully handed Broly a note with an address on it.
Broly took the note. He could re-enter the Berserk State at any time, and he wasn't without a chance to break out of the encirclement directly. Even if he couldn't, Oolong's Shapeshifting Technique could deceive those searching soldiers. He was far from being at the end of his rope, but meeting up with Alejandro was the better choice.
"How can I trust you?"
The rider hurriedly took out a walkie-talkie. Alejandro's voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie. His breathing was steady, and his voice was normal, not as if he was being restricted.
The location wasn't far from here, and Broly soon arrived at the hiding place.
It was a basement of an apartment, where Alejandro and Wade were. The other mercenaries hadn't participated in this operation, so they weren't trapped in the encirclement.
Several people were gathered around a small table, eating pizza.
"Hello."
The tall Matt swallowed the rest of the pizza in his hand, wiped his greasy hands, and took the initiative to shake hands with Broly. He didn't show the slightest hint of surprise because of Broly's previous terrifying performance; he was a person of iron-like will.
"This is Matt, he's from the CIA."
Alejandro put down the pizza in his hand and introduced him.
Matt handed over a bag.
"Put this on, and we can take you out."
Broly tore open the bag and found a camouflage uniform, which was his size. It also contained dog tags and the standard equipment of a soldier.
"The dog tags are real, and the name on them is also real. The service record can be checked in the Pentagon's database, everything is seamless."
Matt said with some pride; only the CIA had such terrifying efficiency and energy.
"What do I need to do?"
Broly asked.
He wasn't a three-year-old child, and he naturally knew how many resources the CIA had spent. The CIA couldn't possibly be a selfless person like Lei Feng; they must have their own demands.
"It's simple, work for the CIA. As long as you're willing to join, you can immediately become my superior."
Matt said, his rank in the CIA wasn't low, and this condition was already very generous. After all, the CIA was seriously lacking in high-end combatants like Broly.
(The Hulk directly destroyed a street in New York, and many victims still got recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D. It is believed that the lives of the Mexicans are insignificant in the eyes of the CIA's top brass.)
"Let me work for the CIA? That's impossible. Although it would be a bit of a hassle, it's not difficult for me to leave here."
Broly said, white Ki bursting from his palm like flames.
Looking at the Ki in Broly's hand, Matt's pupils suddenly contracted, revealing a look of extreme fear. The CIA had done an assessment; Broly's strange energy attacks were equivalent to the power of a 105mm howitzer.
"But if the CIA encounters a difficult situation, if the reward is right, I'm not unable to help out."
Broly said; if possible, he didn't want to have a conflict with the CIA. The previous battle with the Mexican army was also because he lost control in his Berserk State, and the situation developed to this point.
Increasing his power required a relatively stable external environment, at least not having everyone as his enemy. If he was in constant danger, occasionally suffering from artillery and missile attacks, even a battle-loving Saiyan would have a headache.
Matt took out a satellite phone, left the room to report Broly's conditions to his superior, and returned after more than ten minutes.
"I hope we can cooperate happily, Mr. Broly."
The CIA wouldn't be so easy to negotiate with ordinary people, but Broly was clearly not an ordinary person.