Intense gunfire raged in Juarez City. Under the cover of night, both sides exchanged fire in the streets, tracer rounds dancing like fireflies.
People were continuously shot and fell to the ground.
"Boom!"
The moment a grenade exploded, everything around was illuminated as if it were daytime. Exploding shrapnel pierced into flesh, instantly destroying soft internal organs and bursting out of the bodies with bloody tissues.
Some were lucky enough to avoid the shrapnel, but were knocked down by the shockwave due to being too close to the explosion.
"Boom!"
Orange flames suddenly ignited in the street, transforming into a fiery beast that quickly swept across the street, devouring lives along the way.
Sparks flew as living humans were quickly roasted into charcoal. Even the asphalt road melted and burned under the scorching flames.
"It's Flame Thrower!" A gunman from the Mata Group, having gained the upper hand, exclaimed in alarm, "Where are our mutants?"
The two sides engaged in combat were the Mata Group and the Juarez City's underground fight club.
The fight club's owner was Sicily Falcom, a legendary Cuban who had escaped to Mexico. No one knew how he had made his fortune, but he quickly became wealthy and knew many important figures in the Mexican political circles.
He originally ran a smuggling business, but soon had a crazy idea: to organize a group of mutants to fight to the death in iron cages. This cruel and dark practice originated in Eastern Europe, and Sicily Falcom brought it to the Americas, where it quickly caused a sensation.
He maintained neutrality between the Mata Group and the Reyes Group, and could extract huge profits from the underground fight club every day.
But after the Reyes Group was destroyed, Sicily Falcom's days weren't so good. First, he lost a source of mutants after the mutant factory was destroyed. Second, Barlo Mata, a never-satisfied wolf, had his eyes on him.
Juarez City quickly turned into a battlefield due to the conflict between the two.
A scorching beam of light suddenly shot from afar, directly piercing through the flames that were constantly killing people, and cutting them in two.
"Eclipse, it's our Eclipse!"
The gunmen cheered.
In the United States, mutants were ostracized by society and turned to crime. But in Mexico, it was different. Gangs took in mutants, making them their most powerful weapons.
Unlike the brainwashing products of those mutant factories, these mutants held a higher status and were able to use their abilities more flexibly.
Eclipse was a Mexican man in his twenties. He could absorb and manipulate beams of light, and release them in a concentrated manner, possessing terrifying destructive power.
Flame Thrower continuously conjured up roaring flames, attempting to burn Eclipse to ashes. But the flames were destroyed by Eclipse's beam before they could reach him.
With the addition of the mutants, the battlefield became a bloody meat grinder. The gunmen covered their own mutants, killing the opposing gunmen with greater efficiency.
The situation on the battlefield quickly tilted towards the Mata Group.
The civilians of Juarez had long been accustomed to this hellish scene. They hid in their homes, locked their doors, and trembled as they waited for the end of the war.
A five or six-year-old girl huddled in her mother's arms, nodding off, wanting to sleep, but was immediately awakened by the sound of gunfire like popping beans. It was already two o'clock in the morning, and the child couldn't stay up late, she was already exhausted.
"Ding!"
A stray bullet pierced through the window, heading straight for her mother, who held her.
Just as the tragedy was about to happen, a hand suddenly reached out from the darkness, catching the bullet in mid-air like catching a fly.
"Tired, child? Don't worry, it will be quiet outside soon."
A tall, strange man appeared in the room. He wore a Venetian mask, only revealing his chin, and was dressed in suspicious tights with a large "S" symbol on his chest. He had a red belt around his waist and red high-top rain boots on his feet.
A long tail swayed behind him.
"Prince of Amusement, are you Prince of Amusement?"
The girl suddenly shouted excitedly. Her mother quickly covered her daughter's mouth; the masked man in front of them looked very strange no matter what.
"You little brat, what are you yelling about? This is Superman, got it? The only thing similar is this mask, okay? And where did you watch this Magical Girl show? Promise me you won't watch it again, okay?!"
Broly in a Superman outfit was instantly enraged, drilling the girl's head with his index finger. His mask was clearly black; how blind did you have to be to mistake him for Prince of Amusement?
After reprimanding the girl, Broly hesitated for a moment, took off the mask, and replaced it with his Battle Power Detecting Glasses. As long as there was a chance, he didn't want to be mistaken for Prince of Amusement.
Clark Kent in the DC universe could achieve the transformation effect with a pair of glasses, there was no reason why it wouldn't work in Marvel.
He opened the window and flew out, hovering in mid-air.
Son Gohan had taught Videl how to do Telekinesis in the manga. After exchanging for Turtle School Martial Arts, Broly learned it in about thirty minutes.
Just because of the Ki, he didn't fly very fast, about the same as Krillin when he first learned Telekinesis, but it was already enough to fool people.
All the gunmen stopped and stared in horror at the strange man who suddenly appeared in the air.
"Green Devil, it's Green Devil!"
They shouted in terror.
Broly's face fell; he was recognized instantly.
"I am a Saiyan from Planet Vegeta, and I have come to Earth to pursue a heinous Saiyan criminal. You should be very familiar with this Saiyan criminal. Not long ago, he caused shocking destruction in the capital of this country, and his name is Broly, also known as the Green Devil."
Broly amplified his voice with Ki, and it could be heard across several blocks. The vast amount of information in his words immediately caused an uproar.
"As for why Raditz and I look so similar, it's because Saiyans naturally look very much alike."
"So the Green Devil is an alien, no wonder he's so powerful!"
Some immediately believed it, and some quick-witted people had already taken out their phones and started recording.
Broly didn't stop them; with the spread of the video, more and more people would know that the one who attacked Mexico City was a Saiyan, which would help him complete the second main mission faster.
With a flash, he punched through the outer wall of a building with his bare hands and grabbed a fat middle-aged man from inside.
"Do you know where Broly is hiding?"
The one he grabbed was Flame Thrower, the mutant, who was hiding in the shadows and controlling the flames to kill people.
Broly's hand, like an iron clamp, was about to break his neck.
"Go...go to hell, you bastard!"
Flame Thrower instantly released extremely scorching flames, engulfing Broly completely.
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