Flame Jet's superpower was creating and controlling fire. Although he could conjure flames up to thirty meters away, the flames spewed from his hands were the hottest, reaching a scorching one thousand six hundred degrees Celsius.
At this temperature, the flames were a blinding, dazzling white. Even steel would melt into molten liquid.
The dazzling blaze not only engulfed Broly but also covered the area for ten meters behind him. The asphalt road instantly melted, turning into liquid. Several gunmen, caught off guard, became torches within the flames, bursting into orange flames. They only lasted a few seconds before being completely consumed, turning into ashes.
Even the wall at the end of the flames' reach melted under the intense heat, becoming magma.
"D-did he die!?"
The gunmen shielded their eyes; it was impossible for any life to survive being swallowed by that kind of fire.
Eclipse showed a look of apprehension. The reason Flame Jet's flames had seemed so vulnerable before was to lure him in. If he were hit by that flame, he would die instantly.
But Flame Jet was clearly not as optimistic as they were. His face showed a look of despair because the grip on his neck hadn't changed at all; that hand still held him like an iron clamp.
"Wolf Fist."
The surging, wave-like flames were abruptly cut in half. Flame Jet's body stiffened, and then his lower body fell to the ground. A mass of internal organs spilled out onto the ground, and one could even see his dinner.
In the charred air, Broly's undamaged figure was revealed, and even the road surface around him hadn't melted.
This level of fire wasn't enough to break through Broly's Ki defense.
"Green Demon... it really is the Green Demon..."
Someone shouted in panic, desperately trying to escape.
"I already said I'm not the Green Demon; I'm Galactic Patrol Raditz! You can also call me Superman."
Broly shouted in dissatisfaction, his figure flashing as he knocked out the fastest-running gunman. The gunmen's movements seemed frozen in Broly's eyes, and they were all on the ground in an instant.
He deliberately left a few people, including one who was smart enough to pull out his phone to take pictures.
Eclipse was terrified; he couldn't see Broly's figure, only seeing one gunman after another being knocked down like wooden stakes.
"This is not an opponent that humans can contend with!"
A disturbance in the air suddenly came from behind him. Eclipse immediately turned around and fired two dazzling beams of light from his hands. Broly casually waved his hand, deflecting the two beams, and then punched Eclipse in the abdomen.
"Boom!"
Eclipse felt as if he had been struck by an iron rod, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
Broly counted the number of gunmen; there were forty-two, enough to clear the land, plant vegetables, and take care of the cattle. He drove over a truck he had prepared in advance, threw everyone into the truck bed, and then summoned the Flying Nimbus.
Lifting the truck, Broly jumped onto the Flying Nimbus.
The truck weighed six tons, and with the addition of the forty-two people, the Flying Nimbus sank heavily before hovering back to its original height. Broly controlled the Flying Nimbus, flying back to Lachitas Town at a height of about fifty meters.
The truck was a massive object in air defense radar, and if he flew too high, it would be difficult to avoid the North American Aerospace Defense Command's monitoring. Fortunately, it was already midnight, and flying lower meant few people would notice the truck flying through the air.
Cade Eagle stood in the open space. Broly had told him he would be bringing a group of free laborers. Kakarot was riding on Gulu's back, half asleep.
Before long, they saw the truck flying in the air.
"This... this is too exaggerated."
Broly jumped down from the Flying Nimbus, holding the truck, and placed it on the ground.
"These are the laborers I captured from Mexico; get the fire hoses and hose them down."
Cade had already prepared the fire hoses, but he was a little worried.
"Boss, where did you get these people? Won't there be problems?"
He was afraid that Broly had just grabbed some random people. Although slave labor still existed in Southeast Asia and a few chaotic regions, in the United States, so many people disappearing at once could easily attract the attention of the police and the FBI.
Because of the high global demand for seafood, Thailand has an employment shortage of approximately 50,000 seafarers each year. Some fishing companies use deception or even kidnapping to bring local young laborers from poor neighboring countries like Myanmar, Cambodia, and Laos onto ships, enslaving them to fish.
Sick fishermen are thrown directly into the sea, those who resist are shot or beheaded, and those who don't obey are imprisoned in dark cabins below deck, spending their days with the stench of rotting fish and shrimp.
The fish they catch are transported to canning factories and then shipped to the United States as pet food. The United States is the largest customer for Thai fish products, and pet food is one of the fastest-growing export commodities, having more than doubled in six years.
In a sense, this is a cat-eating-people movement. The fish that poor countries exchange with blood is just food for pets in rich countries.
"They are all Mexican gang gunmen, they kill people like it's nothing; they're not worth their lives, you can use them as livestock."
Broly said, picking up the hose and using a high-pressure jet of water to wake everyone up. Without these people, he believed the Mexicans would be happier.
Under the impact of the water, all the gunmen soon woke up; someone choked on the water and coughed violently.
"Where are we?"
Their consciousness was still stuck in the moment they were knocked out.
"You're already in the United States; prepare to work to death on this black farm!" Broly turned off the valve, pointing at Kakarot, who was watching. "Anyone who tries to be lazy will be fed to the Mountain Lions."
The cattle herd had already been taken away by the original farm owner, so the cattle shed was empty, and Cade had already cleaned it, so it wasn't a problem to live there.
Under Broly's intimidation, all the gunmen were very obedient, changing into the already prepared cowboy clothes in the cattle shed and going to sleep.
Cade was a little worried.
"Boss, I can't manage so many thugs on my own; it's like having a mouse supervise a group of cats, I'll be killed!"
He was just an ordinary Texas farmer.
"Don't worry, you just need to teach them how to do farm work, and leave the other matters to Kakarot; Kakarot will definitely keep them in line."
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