Chapter 2 The Disgrace of the Saiyans

He casually threw a few punches and kicks with his Satan-style fighting skills, and Broly easily made an explosion in the air. With his powerful strength, he no longer needed to throw arrogant punches.

It took him a moment to realize why he was suddenly so calm. He grabbed his head and grabbed Kakarot who was riding on his neck. Her face was red, she was sweating heavily and her skin was burning a little.

Although she was a Saiyan, she was still a child with a weak constitution. She suffered from heat stroke after being exposed to the blazing desert sun without any shade.

In such a hot desert, her mild heat exhaustion can easily turn into heat stroke and then into acute kidney and liver failure, which are very dangerous. Broly dug a large sand pit in the leeward area with his hands. The sand under the ground was still very cool, with a temperature of only twenty-five or six degrees.

After placing Kakarot in the cool sand pit, Broly removed the elastic combat sleeves from his upper body, leaving him wearing only a combat vest. The technology of Frieza's army is very advanced, and the thin combat sleeves are very elastic and breathable. Even when they transform into a giant monkey, they do not burst. Broly fixed the sleeves with wooden stakes and stretched them into a large piece that covered the sand pit and prevented the sun from shining directly on Kakarot below.

If she was exposed to the sun again, she would probably be the first Saiyan to die.

"Baby, I'm going to find someone to save you right now. Don't let me die."

He said, taking steps and running to the southwest. When running at full power, his speed is similar to that of a galloping horse, and he can cover three to four meters in one step.

Sweat flowed freely on his strong muscles, and the scorching sun dried it in an instant, forming layers of salt flowers.

After running for more than thirty minutes, he finally ran out of the desert and saw a patch of green. It was a farm, planted with patches of corn, a large green area. After walking through dozens of acres of cornfields, he discovered a wooden country house. There were two activity sources inside, one with combat power two and one with combat power one.

Broly rang the doorbell, and the combat powers of the two changed immediately. One was raised to five, the other to four, and they picked up their weapons.

"What's wrong, boy?"

A middle-aged white man held a double-barreled shotgun and looked cautious. His daughter stood behind him with a similar shotgun. .

"My companion is sick. I need to borrow your car to take her to the hospital."

Broly said in somewhat clumsy English.

"You can go to the White Farm three kilometers away and ask. I think they will be kind enough to lend you the car."

The middle-aged man said something perfunctory and went to lock the door, but noticed that the door did not move at all.

"I'm not asking for your opinion, just give me the car!"

Broly's anger surged, his pupils shrank to a point, and a terrifying aura surged from his body.

The middle-aged man was so scared that he took a few steps back. Just as he was about to raise the rifle in his hand, he found that the man in front of him was holding the barrel of the rifle in his hand, and an irresistible force was coming from his hand. The gun was easily taken away.

"Don't be impulsive. Don't be impulsive. We'll give you the car right now."

The middle-aged man's daughter took the car keys from her father's pocket and threw them to Broly. This is a hot girl with a hot body, because at home she only wears a t-shirt and hot pants, and her legs are shining white.

"You guys come with me, bring ice and salt water, and don't play any tricks on me."

After Broly finished speaking, he tightened his grip on the double-barreled shotgun and bent it into a U-shape.

"Mutant?!"

The middle-aged man had a look of fear on his face and immediately gave up resistance, while the girl had a look of curiosity.

The car at the farm was a somewhat dilapidated Ford pickup. Broly sat in the passenger seat, watching the middle-aged man drive. The girl sat in the back, carrying a medical kit.

"Are you crazy?You left a patient in the desert, thirty-five kilometers away, and she should be dead by now!"

As soon as she heard that the target's location was thirty-five kilometers away, the girl immediately became angry.

"It only took me over half an hour to get here. With her physical condition, nothing would happen to her."

After Broly finished speaking, the girl covered her mouth in surprise. She thought Broly had walked all day and all night to get to the farm.

The old pickup roared, sending a cloud of smoke and dust into the desert. The middle-aged man pushed the truck's speed to the limit, just to get rid of this plague god as soon as possible.

Twenty minutes later, the pickup came to a stop where Broly had dug the hole.

Broly got out of the truck, his eyebrows furrowed. His combat uniform, which covered the top of the sand pit, was gone. The edges of the sand pit were full of messy footprints, and Kakarot was gone.

"Who would be in this area?"

He grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar and lifted him up.

"Cough, cough, cough, let go, I can't breathe."

The middle-aged man discovered that Broly's hand was stronger than a bear, and he was about to break his neck.

"The mules of the Reyes group, they smuggle hallucinogens through here. All the goods from Mexico and Colombia go through them to the United States. Aren't you with the Reyes group?"

He said with difficulty.

The reason why he calmed down immediately before was because he suspected that Broly was a member of the Reyes Group. There are many mutant members of the Reyes Group who are ruthless and do all kinds of evil. Those who offend them will have their families destroyed. If you want to survive, the only place to go is Texas.

The FBI has planned several operations against the Reyes Group, but all of them have failed with heavy casualties.

The middle-aged man was just an ordinary farmer, and he didn't dare provoke these vicious criminals.

"They're dead."

Broly pressed the combat power detection goggles on his head. The glasses had already recorded Kakarot's combat power characteristics, and he could easily locate her no matter where she was on Earth.

[Shame on the Saiyans: Ding! As a fighting nation, the Saiyans were indeed kidnapped. This is a shame for the Saiyans! Please rescue the missing Kakarot, the mission will reward 20 resurrection points]