Broly pulled a large slab of beef from the massive refrigerator in the kitchen. He brought over a bundle of firewood, started a fire, and then used a chef's knife to cut the beef and skewer it for roasting.
He'd been working for so long that he was already ravenous.
Before long, the beef, marbled with fat, sizzled under the flames. Oil crackled on the surface of the meat, and a tempting aroma wafted from it.
He sprinkled some salt and pulled the scorching meat off the skewers, wolfing it down.
Alejandro walked over and sat beside Broly.
"Thank you. I've been waiting for this day for five years."
Broly, with a large chunk of meat in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, chewing vigorously.
"No need to thank me. I'm just enjoying the fun of the fight."
Alejandro shrugged and went into the kitchen, retrieving a lot of ingredients. Falakong really enjoyed things, and the kitchen was stocked with the freshest ingredients. He marinated these ingredients slightly and skewered them for grilling.
Before long, Matt and Wade finished taking care of Falakong and walked out of the study.
Wade picked up a skewer and stuffed it in his mouth. He was stunned after the first bite.
"Wait, is this truffle?" He looked at the other skewers' ingredients and was heartbroken: "Kobe beef, foie gras, matsutake mushrooms. Are you guys just grilling these?"
Broly opened a can of black caviar and poured the whole thing into his mouth.
"No matter how expensive the food is, what comes out is still shit."
Although Saiyans had an astonishing appetite, they didn't care much about the taste of food. Vegeta had even eaten the hand of a sapient being when he was hungry.
Deadpool shut up silently and stuffed food into his mouth frantically. He just wanted to eat as much as possible before Broly, this philistine, did. Eating this stuff cost money.
Matt's eating habits were much better; he was a CIA agent and could eat at public expense, unlike Deadpool, who hadn't seen the world.
"Falakong has already spilled the phone numbers and activity ranges of the other gang leaders; next, we have to incite these gang leaders. It's a pity it's Falakong; otherwise, we could have made him a mole, and the plan would have gone more smoothly."
Broly, who was fighting with Wade for food, raised his head and wiped his greasy fingers.
"It's not impossible."
He said, activating Oolong's Transformation Technique and turning into Falakong, only his height and body were a size larger than the original Falakong.
"Wait, let me adjust it."
After transforming again, there was no flaw. Broly looked at his hands and said to the others:
"How is it? Can you see any flaws?"
The three were startled by Broly's sudden transformation ability. Especially Matt; he only now realized why Broly had been so confident in Mexico City. With this ability to transform at will, it was difficult to get into a desperate situation unless he was actively looking for one.
Alejandro was the most familiar with Falakong among the four. He squinted and observed for a while before shaking his head:
"I can't see any difference, but Falakong likes to spray Dior cologne. It's best to spray some; those gang leaders are very cautious, and a slight oversight will arouse their suspicion."
Matt suppressed his surprise and said:
"Then we have to interrogate Falakong again and ask him for more details."
Broly had added three skill points to Oolong's Transformation Technique. After the incident in Mexico City, he found that Oolong's Transformation Technique was very practical in human society, and spending three skill points on it was not a loss.
After leveling up to two, Oolong's Transformation Technique could maintain the transformation state for a long time, just like Puar's Transformation Technique. The price difference between the two was ten points; using one skill point was neither a loss nor a gain.
[Oolong's Transformation Technique lv4: Size Manipulation. Only a very few outstanding little demons in the Southern Transformation Kindergarten can cultivate the Transformation Technique to this level. It can enlarge and shrink the body by nine times through transformation, and maintain the Transformation Technique in battle, exerting 10% of the original body's strength.]
Broly was a little surprised. With the Size Manipulation skill, Oolong's Transformation Technique became more practical. And he could feel that the transformation was more handy, and he could become exactly the same as the target in his mind without trial and error.
He looked at his attribute panel again. After this period of hard training and the natural growth of a Saiyan, his strength, physique, and agility had each increased by one point.
After some hesitation, he added the attribute point he got when he leveled up to seven to his intelligence. His mind became much clearer. He found that his thinking had become much sharper.
The Intelligence halved Debuff in Rage Form was too deadly. It was okay now that his strength wasn't strong, but he was afraid that with the growth of his strength, he would accidentally destroy the Earth after entering Rage Form.
Saiyans couldn't survive in the universe, and if the Earth was destroyed, he would die too.
Baja California, Mexicali.
A luxurious Rolls-Royce Phantom drove into the warehouse district like a ghost. A group of strong workers carrying rifles surrounded this luxurious car that shouldn't have been here.
"This is Benjamin Felix's territory. What are you doing here?"
Broly, transformed into Falakong, closed the notebook and put it in the pocket of his suit, which recorded all the details Matt had interrogated from Falakong.
"I'm Falakong, here to see Benjamin."
These gunmen knew Falakong, and their attitude immediately softened. The leading subordinate opened the walkie-talkie and informed Benjamin of the situation.
Before long, the three were invited in. Alejandro, who was known by many in the Reyes Group, was left outside to monitor the situation.
Wade, acting as the driver, and Matt, acting as the bodyguard, were left outside the warehouse; Benjamin only allowed Falakong to enter alone.
Broly walked into the warehouse, and the enthusiastic Benjamin immediately came forward, and the two embraced each other in a friendly Mexican hug.
"What's wrong, my friend, suddenly coming to Mexicali?"
Benjamin was very enthusiastic on the surface, but he was very wary inside. Filiberto was ve
ry afraid of the heads of the various territories meeting, and few heads would leave their own territories to go to others' territories. Doing so was very dangerous and could easily lead to them never returning.
"My people are all finished. Barlo Mata attacked my home. Now I have nothing, Benjamin."
Broly was reciting the lines Matt had prepared. The battle in Juarez couldn't be hidden from these fox-like heads; it was better to take the initiative to say it and push the blame to Barlo Mata.
Benjamin raised an eyebrow, and the enthusiasm on his face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye:
"I'm so sorry, my friend. You can stay in Mexicali for as long as you want."