Chapter 19 Burning Chi

"Kick-kick"

Sand angel's teeth trembled with fear, and the attack she had just made was the most powerful damage she could do. But the enemy didn't feel any pain or itch. This caused her to completely lose her fighting spirit, and for the first time in her life, she fell into such a desperate fear.

This fear made her shed tears uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the hand holding her shoulder loosened, and the outstretched Sand Angel fell directly to the ground.

"You are a man worthy of the name warrior. You are the first one to hurt me! I'll let you go and won't help others in the future."

Broly hesitated for a moment, ready to let her go. Because she is the first person in Broly who can be called a martial artist so far. Coupled with her strong superpowers and physical fitness, there might be room for development in her strength.

He felt the pain in his body and walked over to Francis.

"Please, please, please."

The Dust Angel also wanted to beg Broly to let Francis go, but he felt like falling into the ice cellar under his gaze.

Walking in front of Francis, Broly suddenly grabbed his shoulders and threw him violently. His movements were almost the same as Sand Angel's just now.

"Paji!"

Before Francis could say anything to beg for mercy, he was thrown into an indescribable mass.

Although this throwing skill was much simpler than the Wolf Fang Wind Fist and Satan Fighting skills, it was still practical and could be miraculous when facing some large enemies.

"Broly! Get out of there! The Mexican army is coming!"

Alejandro's voice suddenly sounded in the earpiece.

Broly tapped his earbuds, indicating that he already knew. He was not ready to deal with the Mexican government. Once things got to that level, it would be very troublesome.

He glanced at Sand Angel, who was in a daze over Francis' death, and wanted her to leave this place of right and wrong.

"Hey."

Before she could finish speaking, a grenade suddenly hit Sand Angel. The powerful explosion knocked her to the ground, followed by the second and third rounds.

The Mexican Army is divided into nine brigades and a large number of independent regiments and battalions. The nine brigades, all headquartered in Mexico City, are the only mobile force in the Mexican Army and are under the direct command of the federal government. There is one armored brigade, two infantry brigades, one motorized infantry brigade, one airborne brigade, three military police brigades, and one presidential guard brigade.

Although it is said to have an armored brigade, Mexico has no tanks in active service. The French-made AMX-13 light tanks, originally imported from Belgium, date from the 1940s and 1950s. They have long been worn out and have all been retired. Even the armored vehicles in active service are old and have weak firepower.

The AMX-VCI infantry fighting vehicle, a product of the 1960s, has weak armor and low firepower. The Mexican Army has partially modified it and installed a V8 diesel engine from the American Dyna Cummins Company. The original manual small arms were also removed. The turret has been modified into an HK1 machine gun.

In Mexico the drug lords are so rampant and part of the reason is the weak military.

Major Jackson Nez sat in an AMX-VCI command vehicle with a cigarette in his mouth, smoking slowly and methodically.

He had taken the initiative to request the mission. Just an hour ago, the office received a mysterious phone call. The Reyes Group was willing to pay 10 million US dollars just to make it easier for him to order his men to pull the trigger when he gave the order.

This is a very pleasant job, isn't it? With just one sentence, you can easily get 10 million US dollars. You know, before, he secretly leaked a lot of information about anti-drug operations, but he only got 600,000 yuan.

With this ten million, he does not need to continue to serve, but only for the lifetime pension he can get after serving for twenty years and retiring. After twenty years of hard work, you can only get a pension of 60% of your monthly salary. Anyone who wants to can do it!

Soon, the female mutant among them was shot dead. The superpowers of these mutants may look fancy, but they are really vulnerable to the power of modern weapons.

The people at the Mutant Factory had offended Filippoto, who wanted them dead. He pulled out his cell phone and looked at it. There was a guy named Francis on Filippoto's must-kill list. The nearby traffic was blocked. Francis is already a turtle in an urn. He can just ask the soldiers to get out of the car and search later.

It is said that the mutant factory has something to do with the US military. Unfortunately, I cannot immigrate to the United States after retirement, but Europe is also a good choice.

"What about mutants? It's not a corpse anymore. You should have

 thought of this outcome when you insulted the Reyes group."

Bolton had long since quietly left the convoy. He looked at the mangled bodies of Francis and the Dust Angel with a triumphant smile on his face. The humiliation of being picked up like a chicken by Francis was finally washed away. He picked up the phone and said to Major Jackson Nez:

"Mr. Nez, do not let the remaining mutant go. He is the one who took Isabella. After you kill him, search for Isabella's location. As long as he finds her, Mr. Filippoto is willing to pay another five million dollars."

He was about to put the phone down and leave this place of right and wrong when the hand holding the phone was suddenly pinched by a huge palm.

Bolton's physique is considered large by most people, but compared to that palm, his hands are as small as a child's.

When he turned around, he saw the mutant standing behind him. It's just that his height has increased dramatically, over two meters, and his steel-like muscles have ripped through his shirt. Standing in front of him, he looked like a giant from myths and legends.

Broly grabbed the phone and dug up the chat history.

"You bunch of gutter rats!"

Killing Sand Angel was not the reason he was so angry. She followed Francis to help him and died unjustly. He was angry at a warrior who, instead of being killed in a fair fight, was killed by a sneak attack after being exhausted.

This anger caused him to directly enter the state of anger.

"No, you can't kill me. We're surrounded here. Even if you kill me, you'll be desperate. You'll definitely die. I can help you escape."

Broly crushed the phone in his hand, and green energy shot out of his hand, burning like a flame.

(In the new version of Dragon Ball Super, Broly's energy is white in his normal form, and turns green when he enters his angry form).

With a flick of his finger, a beam of green light shot out, piercing Bolton's head and exploding violently, engulfing him.

"What a filthy firework."

[Satanic Fighting Skill Level 12: Air Splitting Fist After hard training, you have finally mastered the technique of concentrating energy and expelling it. This attack has a splash effect. ]