Broly narrowed his eyes and suddenly stretched out his hand, aiming it at the leader's body.
The leader froze for a moment, not understanding what Broly's gesture meant.
Could it be… some kind of special greeting used by monsters?
Yes—that must be it. He wants to shake hands.
After about half a second of hesitation, the leader also extended his hand.
Broly had originally intended to blow him up, but seeing this guy actually reach out in return left him momentarily stunned.
Is this guy an idiot?
Throw.
In the next instant, Broly didn't hesitate at all. He grabbed the leader's arm and casually flung him backward.
The squad leader instantly turned into a human projectile, shooting straight into the sky. Before everyone's eyes, he quickly disappeared without a trace.
The remaining soldiers were completely terrified. One by one, they stood frozen like statues, their legs trembling uncontrollably, wishing they could burrow into the ground and hide.
"Let me repeat the question… Tony… hmm, Tony Stark. Is he here?" Broly asked, squinting.
"H-he… he was indeed captured by our people, but he's not here… not on our side…" one soldier said, mustering up the courage to respond. "He's over in that direction, about thirty kilometers away."
"About thirty kilometers…" Broly smiled faintly. He rose into the air slightly and glanced toward the direction the soldier indicated.
Sure enough, about thirty kilometers away, there was another base.
Judging by its layout, that base was clearly much larger in scale than this one.
Smack!
Broly landed back on the ground.
The dozen or so soldiers present were terrified, not daring to run yet not daring to stay relaxed either. They could only watch Broly warily, staring at this small monster.
With a slight smile, Broly casually picked up a machine gun from the ground. He beckoned to one of the soldiers and asked, "How do you use this thing?"
The soldiers nearly collapsed on the spot.
Damn, this guy doesn't even know how to use a gun?
But none of them dared to laugh. The soldier Broly had called over hurriedly trotted forward and quickly explained how to operate the weapon.
Broly understood immediately. As a man, he naturally had some interest in weapons like guns—though, to him, these things weren't particularly useful.
Having learned how to use the machine gun, Broly aimed at one of the soldiers and pulled the trigger in a sweeping burst.
Rat-tat-tat—!
In an instant, the soldier was riddled with bullets, his body turning into a bloody sieve.
"Not bad. Decent power," Broly nodded in approval.
The rest of the soldiers lowered their heads, trembling in fear. They were terrified that if Broly got even slightly displeased, he would use them as target practice as well.
Yet none of them dared to resist—after all, this monster wasn't afraid of bullets.
"Hand over all your weapons," Broly ordered.
"Huh?"
The soldiers widened their eyes. As armed fighters, losing their weapons was no different from losing their lives.
But they didn't dare disobey. After exchanging glances, they quickly threw all their weapons onto the ground.
Broly walked over.
Calmly—just like that—he stepped on the guns and crushed them underfoot.