Alejandro was holding a handgun, expressionless, and finishing off the remaining targets in the yard. With each gunshot, the surviving gang leaders were killed.
Some of Reyes' gunmen had escaped, but it no longer mattered.
"The Reyes Group is finished," Matt said, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was treating Wade's wound with a medical kit he'd found. His movements were far from gentle, causing Wade to wince in pain.
"Okay, good, it's just a pencil. The wound will heal quickly, but the fractured hand is a bit troublesome. I've only set it for now. You'll need to see a professional orthopedic doctor for treatment."
Broly sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating. He was analyzing his recent fight with Goro Daimon. Goro Daimon was too reliant on his throwing techniques. If he didn't have the opportunity to use them against a similarly skilled opponent, he would be at a disadvantage.
Isabella ran out from the house. When she saw her father's corpse, she immediately collapsed, bursting into tears.
"It's you... you killed my father!"
She picked up a handgun from the ground, struggling to hold it up, and aimed it at Broly.
"Bang!"
The recoil of the gun sent it high into the air, and the bullet disappeared into the distance.
Broly's lips curled into a smirk as he stood up and walked in front of Isabella.
"You can miss at this distance? I'll give you another chance. I've always been very kind to those who dare to attack me. At this range, you shouldn't be able to miss, right?"
Tears streamed down Isabella's face as she looked up at the towering Broly. Her hand went limp, and the gun fell to the ground.
"Weak little brat."
Broly grabbed Isabella and lifted her into the air.
"Broly..."
Alejandro, who had killed all the gang leaders, looked at Broly with a complicated expression, wanting to say something but holding back.
The next moment, Broly threw Isabella away.
"Be careful, don't let this brat kill you."
Alejandro caught the girl, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, "I'll take her to Bolivia. We won't return to Mexico."
"Do Bolivian laws allow child marriage?" Wade asked with a smirk.
Alejandro immediately pulled out his handgun.
"Wait, we seem to have forgotten about Jack and the others. I'll go save them!"
Wade limped into the mansion.
Alejandro's mouth twitched, and he put his gun back in its holster. Isabella reminded him of his deceased daughter. He planned to take her to Bolivia and raise her.
"What are you planning to do next, Broly?" Matt asked.
"Go to America."
Because of Matt's affiliation, Broly didn't elaborate on what he planned to do in America.
Matt didn't ask further; he knew that asking too many questions would affect their relationship. In fact, his special relationship with Broly could be his stepping stone within the CIA. He was already prepared to use his authority to prevent other agents from contacting Broly after he returned.
He took out an old Nokia phone and handed it to Broly.
"Use this phone to contact me in the future. If the CIA has any missions that might require your help, I'll call this number. If you encounter any trouble, you can also use it to contact me."
He knew that ordinary phones were easily damaged in intense battles, so he specifically chose this specially reinforced and modified phone.
Broly took the phone and put it in his pocket.
"No GPS?"
Matt shrugged.
"No, that kind of thing is easily discovered, and the agency doesn't want to take that risk. If the phone breaks, you can come to CIA headquarters to get a new one."
He pointed at Goro Daimon, who was lying on the ground.
"Aren't you going to kill this guy?"
Goro Daimon was severely injured and breathing weakly, but he was still alive.
Ki gathered in Broly's hands, he hesitated for a moment, then dispersed.
"How many people are there at Goro Daimon's level?"
The CIA clearly had a lot of information about Goro Daimon.
"Not many. Fighters like Goro Daimon are at the top in Japan. According to CIA data, less than a hundred people in all of Japan have mastered Ki. Talent is very important to cultivate Ki. General MacArthur selected a group of elite soldiers and ordered the Three Sacred Treasures Clan to instruct them in martial arts, but no one successfully cultivated Ki."
With General MacArthur's status at the time, the Three Sacred Treasures Clan wouldn't dare to be perfunctory in their obedience.
"In that case, I'll spare his life," Broly said. "Goodbye. I hope you're still alive when we meet again."
He had nothing of value and no luggage to pack, and he prepared to run back to Texas.
"Wait!"
Alejandro stopped him and handed Broly a backpack.
"This is the commission paid by the Mata Group a while ago. Five missions, a total of two million three hundred and thirty-seven thousand dollars. I took five thousand in cash for you, and the rest is in Wells Fargo cashier's checks, which you can cash at any time. There are also more than thirty Continental Hotel Gold Coins inside. You just need to pay one to register your identity, and the front desk will give you a phone. All missions are sent via SMS, and there are occasionally a few mandatory missions, which are best to complete."
Broly took the backpack, put it on his back, and waved goodbye before running north. His speed was so fast that he quickly became a blur.
"What a strange person."
Matt tossed a cigarette to Alejandro and lit one for himself.
Three days later, Broly crossed the border and entered Texas. He had entrusted Kakarot to Sharp Farm, and he didn't know how things were now.
Suddenly, he stopped, his face serious as he looked at the scene before him.
Las Titas Town, although large in area, was mostly farmland. The town itself was small, with only two roads. Because most people lived on farms, the town was very empty and there was hardly any traffic.
Now, various pickup trucks almost completely blocked the two roads.
Broly was somewhat puzzled and continued towards Sharp Farm. The orchards, wheat fields, and grasslands along the way were in a mess. Large areas of wheat were trampled into the mud, and fences in the grassland were pushed down in rows. The tracks seemed to be caused by some very large monster.
There were also trees over ten meters tall that had been uprooted, houses overturned, and even police cars thrown onto rooftops.
Broly suddenly stopped, staring at the huge footprints on the ground, and his face twitched.
"That idiot, wasn't I telling her not to look at the full moon? She won't get killed by the US military, will she?"
Because Kakarot was too young, even if she transformed into a Great Ape, her combat power was not high and she might not be a match for the military.
He put on his Combat Power Detection Glasses and began to search for Kakarot's location.
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