20 Chapter 20 Unilateral crushing
Channel 2 broadcasts live from Mexico City. The powerful Trevisa Television Company called in two helicopters directly to broadcast the operation live.
As the largest commercial television network in the country, Channel 2 is not small. The camera clearly captured the scene where the Dust Angel was killed without a second of editing.
"Well done!" Miguel Reyes is Filippoto's younger brother. The two of them stood in the spacious and luxurious living room and watched the live broadcast from the TV station: "These Yankees think they can be tyrannical here, but they are wrong! Once we take over the Mutant Factory, the Mata Group will not be our opponent at all!"
Filippoto was not as optimistic as his brother.
All of America is America's backyard. After the Qiqi incident, anyone who attacks U.S. government personnel must consider the consequences.
Chichi Camarina, a DEA agent tracking the Guadalajara Cartel in Mexico. He was successful in his operations against the Guadalajara Cartel, destroying a marijuana plantation in the desert and seizing and destroying up to $2.5 billion worth of marijuana.
This made the Guadalajara group very angry. They kidnapped Qiqi and tortured him madly. His body was found on a farm a month after he was kidnapped.
This incident became a big deal, and the U.S. government launched an all-out attack on the Guadalajara group. The Guadalajara group, which was at its peak, quickly fell apart. Had it not been for that incident, neither the Reyes Group nor the Mata Group would have come forward. Even they were part of the Guadalajara Cartel.
"Don't worry, brother, it was the Mexican army that did it. What does that have to do with us?"
Miguel said nonchalantly.
Filippoto sighed, picked up the goblet in his hand and drank the wine in one gulp. He knew that compared to Barlow, his greatest weakness was that he tended to look back and forward and was not decisive enough. This allowed him to avoid many dangers, but also to miss many opportunities. This time he was ready to be more decisive.
Suddenly, his hand holding the wine glass shook, and the expensive crystal wine glass fell directly to the floor, spilling the bright red wine like blood.
On the television screen, a green light bullet hit an advancing AMX-VCI infantry fighting vehicle at an alarming speed. It easily penetrated the front armor of this classic vehicle and then exploded violently.
The IFV was opened like a can and the ammunition stored in the vehicle exploded. The ignited projectiles shot in all directions like fireworks, and thick smoke engulfed the wreckage.
"The terrorists fired an unknown energy and destroyed an army infantry fighting vehicle!"
The live broadcast screen shook violently and pointed to the sky. It was the pilot driving the helicopter to make an emergency climb. Although the anchor was also frightened, he presented the situation below in a very professional manner.
Broly stood next to the wreckage of the APC, the air on his hands burning like fire and smoke.
Opposite him, the soldiers faced a powerful enemy. The diesel engine made an overwhelming roar, driving the old tank back, trying to get away from the monster. The soldiers were half kneeling on the ground, taking aim at Broly's figure.
"Bang bang bang!"
All of them set their rifles to full automatic and fired frantically at Broly.
The HK19 grenade launcher that had killed the Sand Angel made a dull sound, the propellant burned, and the high-explosive grenade was ejected.
"Boom!"
The exploding grenade released a huge cloud of smoke.
Unfortunately, Broly's reaction was faster than theirs. His powerful jumping ability allowed him to jump to the outer wall of the street building in an instant. The sporadic bullets were like mosquito bites, unable to hurt him at all.
"He's not dead! On the wall! Shoot him! Shoot!"
Broly burst out with terrifying power, leaping directly from the vertical wall and throwing the two balls of chi in his hands into the air.
The two condensed air holes pierced the top armor of the armored personnel carrier and penetrated into its interior.
"Boom! Boom!"
The powerful explosion shattered the tank, leaving only two deep pits on the hard road surface, as if it had been shot at.
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Satan's fighting skills exerted unprecedented destructive power in Broly's hands.
New energy quickly gathered in his hands, and Broly fell directly to the ground. His strong muscles seemed to be twisted into steel cables, and he smashed into the front armor of an armored personnel carrier that had no time to react.
Pure punching power might only be able to penetrate the armor of an armored personnel carrier, but under the effect of highly compressed air, the entire tank
was blown away by the blow, and the restless air lifted the entire tank straight into the air. Torn into a pile of scattered metal fragments.
The debris fell like a heavy rain, and the surviving soldiers watched the scene numbly. Their morale collapsed. This was no monster they could deal with.
"This is just a one-sided massacre. Our army is no match for this terrorist."
The host said in a trembling tone, fear inevitably rising from the depths of his heart.
Broly's speed reached a certain limit, and the camera could not capture his figure clearly. It could only capture a clear figure at the moment he stopped.
Filippoto was sitting on the sofa. Although the air conditioner was on, he was still sweating profusely. His lips were set in a thin line and he was extremely pale. His younger brother, Miguel, was even more miserable. His legs were so weak from fear that he was not as cheerful as before.
"Where did that monster come from?"
His voice was hoarse, and after his originally slutty hairstyle had been soaked with sweat, strands were sticking to his head.
Filippoto managed to come to his senses.
"Pack up, we have to get out of Mexico City."
After provoking such a monster, they cannot stay in Mexico City and must leave immediately. The Reyes group is like a tree deeply rooted in the land of Mexico. As long as the two brothers do not die, they will only be severely damaged, not destroyed.
"Boom!"
Broly stood on the roof of the last tank. The vertical palm pierced the roof of the IFV, then opened the top armor like a can.
Major Jackson Nez's pale, ghostly face was revealed as he squirmed in the confined space of the IFV like a mouse trapped by a cat.
"Don't kill me, I surrender! We surrender!"
He didn't dare meet Broly's eyes.
The energy in Broly's hand suddenly lit up, and then he took it out and flew into the IFV under Major Nez's frantic eyes.
"Boom!"
After the powerful explosion, the blazing flames engulfed everything.
Broly jumped from the remains of the IFV as tiny pieces of metal shot out in all directions. Not only was his chi not depleted by the frenzied consumption, but new chi continued to flow from his body.
After entering the Fierce Form, his combat power was rapidly increasing.
