Chapter 12 Bounty

Balomata was with his family.

The kitchen is buzzing with activity as his wife and mother prepare dinner. In the deft hands of the housewife, fragrant tortillas are fried, wrapped in cheese and ground beef, and the aroma is overpowering. Enpanadas, which look like large dumplings, are served on a plate with sliced limes and tomatoes, which is delicious.

Fajita refers to the cow's diaphragm in Spanish, but it is a traditional home-cooked dish in Mexico. It has evolved to include not only grilled beef diaphragm, but also various parts of beef, chicken, pork and seafood, grilled with chopped onions and green peppers. Add warm cream, guacamole, salsa and more than 100 spices to create a spicy mori sauce.

The highlight is cochinita pibil. This dish is marinated pork wrapped in banana leaves and slow roasted. The use of carmine seeds gives it a unique flavor.

Barlow was watching television with his beloved son in his arms.

"Dad, is Santa going to bring me a present this year?"

He rubbed his son's head.

"Yes, my child, because you are my child of Balomata, Santa dare not not give you a Christmas present."

Barlow is a bit chubby, with two thick beards and a beer gut. He looks like a normal middle-aged man.

Suddenly, a muscular man with tattoos walks in. He also had a cell phone in his hand, obviously he had received some information and wanted to report it.

Barlow placed the child in his arms on the sofa, pulled up his pants and stood up, signaling with his eyes for his men to go outside and talk. It was only then that there was a hint of domineering power in his deep eyes.

The two of them left the room and came to the pavilion in the courtyard.

A wide man-made river surrounded Mata Manor, and the sound of large animals snorting could be heard from inside. It is the hippopotamus kept in the artificial river by Baroma Tower.

Balomata pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, took out a lighter and lit it, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled the smoke.

"Has anything happened to the Reyes group?"

The men returned immediately.

"Yes, Filippoto's daughter has been kidnapped. They wanted to keep it a secret, but our informant was at the scene."

Palomata tossed the ashes into the river and thought for a moment.

"Inform Muñoz and prepare to take action against the Reyes group. Spend more money on the mercenaries and let our own people keep their strength. Spread the news of the kidnapping of Filippoto's daughter, those hyenas will be more than willing to attack a lion that shows signs of weakness."

His subordinates were a bit confused.

"Boss, this is obviously someone trying to provoke a war between us and the Reyes group.

Palomata spread his hands:

"Who would believe that we were not responsible for the kidnapping? In Mexico, except for me, Palomata, no one would dare take action against that bastard Filippoto. In this case, it is better to strike first. Wait for the Reyes group. After the war is over, we will investigate who is causing the trouble."

"Too weak! Too weak! You are too weak!"

Broly's disappointed voice echoed in the basement of the safe house. He wore gloves and fought with the captured mutant.

The mutant was panting, his intricate muscles soaked with sweat, and his powerful straight punches were like a heavy rain. The X gene in his body not only gives him strength beyond human limits, but his ability to heal injuries is also far beyond that of ordinary people. The broken right hand was back to normal in just one night.

If an ordinary person was hit by one of his fists, their skull would be shattered and their brains would be splattered. But Broly was like a petrel in a storm, easily dodging the incoming fists.

Such a boring fight finally reached the limit of Broly's patience, and he struck the moment he avoided a straight punch. The mutant only had time to blink before he felt a tearing pain in his abdomen. The pain caused his vision to go dark, as if his soul had left his body after the blow, and he lost control of his body.

Looking at the mutant kneeling on the ground, choking, Broly realized that he had overestimated his strength. This mutant's strength is indeed 70% of his, but his martial arts, reaction speed, physical strength, and ability to withstand blows are all weaker than his own. In a real fight, he can knock them down with just one hand.

There is no way to improve one's strength by sparring with such an opponent.

For a warrior, martial arts and talent are only a part of determining strength. If you study alone without friends, you will be ignorant and uneducated. Sun Wukong can achieve such a feat because of the hard work of his companions, teachers, and enemies along the way. His strength grew explosively after Piccolo's chapter, and powerful enemies like Vegeta and King Frieza took the greatest credit.

"I will come back in five days. I hope you can survive my blow, otherwise you will die."

Broly wrapped the mutants in chains, then picked up a bag of food that could last for five days, threw it on the ground, and locked the heavy iron door. The underground cell in the safe house is very solidly built, with walls up to 80 centimeters thick. Even for a mutant it is not easy to escape, not to mention that he is still tied up in chains.

Broly went back upstairs, opened the fridge, took out a bottle of sports drink and poured it into his mouth.

"The Mata Group took action. They put out almost a hundred rewards on the Dark Web for members of the Reyes group."

Alejandro looked at him, pointed to a web page and said.

There are reward requests on the web page, with amounts ranging from large to small, from millions to tens of thousands. The Mata Group and the Reyes Group have been competing for more than ten years. They already know the ins and outs and have listed most of the mid-level and senior members of the Reyes Group.

There are also some earlier payoffs to military and police personnel, lawyers, newspaper reporters, TV anchors, and even local mayors who oppose the Mata Group. In the past, the Mata Group has placed bounties on members of the Reyes Group, but no brave killer has ever dared to accept them.

"The door to hell is open!" Alejandro said, tapping his fingers on the table: "These killers will be happy to show us traditional Mexican folk art."

Broly stood in the middle of the living room, picked up two 300 kilogram dumbbells, and did weight training, one set of sixteen, and he did five sets in a row. The dumbbells shook slightly, making a heavy metal clanging sound.

The weight that ordinary people could not lift was as light as a bird in his hands.

"This reward order is only the beginning. Things are never that easy in Palomata. Just killing a few cadres will not shake the Reyes Group. They will soon hire mercenaries to attack the Reyes Group's transfer stations, laboratories, and production facilities. We need to find some helpers, just two people are not like a mercenary force.