Filippo was brimming with confidence. If he captured the Green Goblin in this operation, his reputation would soar to new heights. The Green Goblin, who had humiliated the Mexican government and caused them heavy losses, would be brought down by a drug lord. The president's weakness would be on full display, and the common people would trust the drug lords even more than the police.
At that time, the Reyes Group would become the shadow government of Mexico, and he would rule the country alongside the president. As for his old rival, Barlo Mata, he was just a clown, easily dealt with.
Several heads of the group were enthusiastically discussing how to torture the Green Goblin, as if they had already captured him. Someone suggested tying the Green Goblin's limbs and head with steel cables and dismembering him with five trucks; someone else suggested throwing the Green Goblin into a sulfuric acid pool; another suggested an electric chair; and yet another suggested impaling the Green Goblin with a spear and leaving him to die in the desert sun.
They proudly recounted the methods they had used to torment traitors and enemies in the past. Broly, with a hint of interest, suggested using a chainsaw for decapitation, but these heads of the group dismissed it as old-fashioned and lacking originality.
Isabella, sitting beside her father, turned pale and covered her mouth to keep from vomiting. She stood up from her seat and rushed to the restroom, almost throwing up her bile.
Although she had heard about her father's cruelty, this was the first time she had learned about the specific atrocities of the Reyes Group. Those uncles had always been kind and friendly to her, but now, revealing their true colors, they terrified her.
Can humans really do things like this?
She cupped some clear water and carefully washed her face, feeling a little lost, unsure of where to go. A hand reached out from behind her silently, covering her mouth with lightning speed, then picked her up and dragged her into a storage room.
"Don't cry, don't shout, or I'll break your neck."
A voice whispered close to her ear.
Isabella immediately nodded obediently. After being kidnapped once, she had experience and did not panic as she had before.
The hand slowly released its grip.
"Alec!"
Isabella turned around and looked at Alejandro. During the kidnapping, Alejandro had been the one taking care of Isabella. Perhaps because of Stockholm syndrome, Isabella trusted Alejandro very much.
"Looks like this little girl likes you..."
Wade, standing to the side, said, but had to stop mid-sentence because Alejandro pulled out a pistol and pressed it against his butt.
"Where are the three people who were with you before?"
Matt sighed and decided to ask himself.
"They're in the underground wine cellar, guarded by five people, but I don't recommend you go to save him. There's a monster there."
Isabella glanced at Alejandro and lowered her head.
"Monster, describe what he looks like."
Matt said.
"Uh, he's bald, with a target tattoo on his forehead."
Wade burst out laughing.
"A target tattoo on his forehead? Is he begging people to blow his head off?"
Matt was not as optimistic as Wade.
"This is a bit troublesome. The one behind the Reyes Group and the Mata Group is indeed Kingpin. This person's name is Bullseye, and he's a very powerful assassin under Kingpin. No wonder the Reyes Group and the Mata Group are so difficult to deal with; their backing is actually Kingpin. Motherfucker, is there any criminal organization that has nothing to do with Kingpin?"
Kingpin had obviously set up hidden hands in the plan.
Bullseye possessed an innate throwing ability, able to hit any object in his hand with incredible precision. The CIA had clashed with him, and Bullseye had killed more than thirty well-trained agents with just a box of toothpicks.
If such a marksman was lying in ambush during Broly's fight with Goro Daimon, it would be extremely deadly.
"Is your friend's mouth tight?"
Matt asked.
"Uh... ah... he should have spilled everything he knows."
Wade said somewhat awkwardly. Jack Hammer was very timid, which was why he got the nickname "Weasel." As long as he was slightly frightened, his mouth would be like a funnel, spilling out everything he knew.
"It's a miracle that he's been a mercenary for so long and hasn't died from a black gun from his comrades."
Matt sneered and pondered for a moment.
"Kingpin is a very cautious person. He must have analyzed Broly's strength in advance, but he still sent out this combination, so in his judgment, this two-person combination is obviously enough to take down Broly, or perhaps there are other ambushes. According to Kingpin's previous successful deeds, I think if we do nothing, Broly is likely to be killed."
Wade was somewhat shocked. He couldn't imagine how to kill someone as strong as Broly.
"Then we'll do something."
Alejandro said in a somewhat low voice.
"Obviously, what we can do is ambush Bullseye. We already know his current location, and we know he needs to snipe Broly, so the action route is easy to determine." Matt said, looking around, "It's just that Bullseye is very tricky. Don't expect to kill him. We just need to hold him off long enough for Broly to defeat Goro Daimon first, and the mission will be complete."
"Such a simple task, if I can't do it, I'll do a handstand and eat shit."
Wade said boldly.
"I was already a dead man a long time ago. If I can't hold on, I can cover the retreat."
Alejandro said, and his words made Isabella's body tremble violently.
"Relax, it's not difficult to hold him off with just firepower suppression. Bullseye hasn't reached the point of ignoring bullets." Matt said with a smile, then struck Isabella's vein with the edge of his palm, knocking her unconscious. "I'll inform Broly first, let's get ready to move."
Broly, sitting outside, was already bored, even the snacks on the next table had been eaten by him. A group of gang leaders were embracing the call girls they had prepared in advance, chatting and bragging.
Why isn't it time to start yet? He was already itching for a fight.
Broly thought to himself, his eyes fixed on Goro Daimon. This person was the strongest he had seen so far, with a composure like a mountain, and muscles like gnarled tree roots, obviously having undergone extremely arduous training, not like those mutants who relied on talent.
Goro Daimon saw Falcon chase away the call girl, and stared at himself with a very strange gaze, only to feel a chill, and silently moved his chair, pulling away from Broly.
Suddenly, Broly, who had been bored, changed his demeanor, like a hungry wolf, grabbing the gang leader beside him from the call girl's arms.
"Kid, you were the one who suggested cutting off the Green Goblin's head and soaking it in a cesspool, right?"
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