In the bar, Alejandro sipped a cold beer in his hand.

"I'm quitting, Matt."

He looked at Matt, who was sitting next to him. Grave said.

Matt. Grave is an agent for the CIA, specializing in doing dirty work for the CIA that is outside the rules, and is notorious even in the CIA, a powerful department. At this time, he led a special forces unit whose main mission was to eliminate the criminal organization of the Reyes Group.

Alejandro was originally a prosecutor in Mexico who had his family ruined because of his opposition to the Reyes group. He always wanted revenge, and it was Matt who gave him a chance.

"What's the matter, you can't stand that FBI Bichi anymore?"

The CIA does not have the authority to enforce the law in the United States, and can only enforce the law jointly with the FBI. The FBI sent a female agent named Kate, whose "work ethic" was a little too strong, which added a lot of trouble to their operations.

"I want to take a break, so to speak."

Alejandro replied.

"Bang!"

Matt slapped the bar on the bar, and the loud noise startled the surrounding drinkers, and he lowered his voice and said to Alejandro:

"Don't take me for a fool, Alex, are you hooking up with the mutant who went on a killing spree in the tire shop! You're crazy to work with the Brotherhood of Mutants, you're going to cost yourself your life! ”

The Mutant Brotherhood has long been recognized as a mutant terrorist organization, and it has no place in the United States or even the whole of America to be associated with them.

Alejandro knew that he couldn't hide the reason for his lameness, so he shook his head and said:

"He's not from the Mutant Brotherhood, I'm pretty sure of that, he doesn't smell like a Mutant Brotherhood, and he doesn't care about the rights of mutants."

He told Matt and his plan to him.

Matt hesitated for a moment.

"You don't have to withdraw, I'll apply to the above, this plan is feasible. If you can, you can absorb the mutant into the CIA. ”

Alejandro shook his head.

"I'm not going to give out information about him, after all, I don't want to die yet."

He had seen Broly's magical tracking and surveillance methods, and guessed that it was a telepathic ability similar to Professor X's, a combination of Professor X and Wolverine, and no one would want to be his enemy.

Alejandro said as he stood up, picked up the lighter on the table, hid it in his pocket, and walked towards the bar door.

"You know how much I want revenge, and I hope it doesn't stop me."

Matt shrugged his shoulders and picked up his beer.

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......

Back at the safe house in El Paso, Alejandro suddenly pressed his hand on his waist vigilantly, pulled out the pistol in the holster, held the gun, and cautiously walked into the room.

"Don't be nervous, it's me."

Broly sat down on the couch in the safe house with a big grin.

"How's it going, are you talking?"

Alejandro put the pistol back in its holster, went into the kitchen, made a few sandwiches, and placed them on the plate.

"Matt won't stop us and will help us as needed. At least the border control won't check our car. He picked up a sandwich and took a few bites: "We're going to Mexico today." ”

After eating the sandwich, he opened the secret door of the cabinet and took out two large bags of equipment from it.

"Do you know how to use firearms?"

"Of course!"

Broly said. Although his fists are much more powerful than a rifle, they are far less efficient at killing. So he redeemed this ability with revival points.

【Lan Qi's Shooting Technique】

This ability only costs 5 points, but it is very practical, after all, even with a submachine gun, it is not easy to hit the turtle immortal.

Alejandro nodded, pulled a rifle from his equipment bag, and tossed it to Broly.

"HK-433, 12-inch barrel, the latest product of HK company. C-Mag drum, 100 rounds loaded"

Broly played with the rifle in his hand, the fine workmanship and precise mechanical structure made this rifle more like a craft than a weapon.

"Do drug dealers use such good weapons, I have the impression that they use old rifles like AK47s, right?"

Alejandro shook his head.

"The Mata Group is not that kind of small player, they have assets of about 25 billion dollars, and they will not use the rags of the last century."

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Diaz is a senior lawyer for the Reyes Group, has extensive connections in Mexican law enforcement, has bought countless police officers for Reyes, and has also lobbied in an attempt to change Mexican laws to create a more liberal environment for the Reyes Group. He made a fortune from it, owning a mansion with more than 100 rooms, and an artificial lake with ferocious fish collected from all over the world.

He was surrounded by three strong bodyguards as he walked out of the Mexican Commercial Bank Financial Building and into the back seat of a Maybach S560.

In the tallest and most expensive office building in Mexico, he rented an entire floor to house his law firm.

The heavy luxury car drove out of the parking space lightly under the powerful engine, and was just about to drive into the main road when a dilapidated van suddenly rushed out and blocked the road.

The car door opened, and a heavily armed bandit wearing a skull hood raised his rifle directly and fired at the Maybach S560. The front windshield of the luxury car was instantly full of bullet holes, but most of the bullets did not penetrate the bulletproof glass.

There was a roar from the engine compartment, and the bodyguards inside tried to force their way through the van in front of it.

"Cut!"

Broly threw away the rifle in his hand, did not dodge in the face of the oncoming luxury car, stepped on the front of the luxury car, and directly stopped the whole car with brute force.

The tires rubbed against the ground violently, emitting a puff of hot black smoke, and the engine roared, but the whole car did not move.

The bodyguards in the car rolled down the windows in a panic and leaned out their rifles to try to shoot.

"Bang bang! Bang! ”

Alejandro, who was in the driver's seat of the van, had already gotten out of the car, raised his rifle and shot them all.

Diaz opened the car door, moved his bloated body, and ran towards the financial building.

"Bang!"

A cloud of blood erupted from his feet, and his fat body fell heavily to the ground, and his glasses flew out. The strong desire to survive made him continue to crawl up from the ground, limping and running.

"Bang!"

The wounded leg was shot again, and then Diaz finally couldn't run, wriggling on the ground like a fat maggot.

Alejandro walked slowly, picked up the glasses that had fallen on the ground, and threw them on Diaz's body.

"Put it on."

He pointed his rifle at Diaz, his tone calm.

Diaz shuddered and picked up his glasses and put them on.

Alejandro ripped off his hood so that Diaz could see his face clearly. Diaz clearly recognized him, his pupils constricted, and he was about to say something.

"Goodbye, my friend."

Alejandro didn't give him a chance to speak.

"Bang bang!"

The rain of bullets turned Diaz's fat body into a mess of rotten flesh.

He looked at the footprints on the hood of the car, pulled the latch of a grenade, lifted the hood, and threw it in.