Tessa. The room rented by Eagle was very small, only more than sixty square meters, with a small kitchen. She cooks her own dinner on weekdays.

At this time, she was taking out the vegetables from the incubator and putting them in the refrigerator to refrigerate and freeze them.

"There are so many vegetables and beef that I can't eat them all by myself."

Tessa picked up a large tomato, rinsed it under the faucet and took a bite, the sweet and sour juice immediately exploded in her mouth, filling her taste buds, she couldn't believe when Dad would grow such delicious tomatoes.

In her mind, CapitaLand was a first-rate engineer, a second-rate farmer, and an unconventional inventor.

"There's a mutant on the farm who is very good at farming."

Broly said, glancing around the room. Tessa took care of all the furnishings in the room, without the sloppy appearance of a single young man.

"Tessa..."

He wanted Tessa to leave the dangerous Osborne group, but after thinking about it, he gave up, or found a chance to kill Dr. Lizard, and killed a hundred.

Wrong!

Broli cupped his chin and pondered, Dr. Lizard was a genius professor of biology and medicine, it would be a pity to kill him, he might be able to figure out the recipe for the culture fluid.

The farm is already stuffed with a bunch of crazy killers, and it shouldn't be a problem to cram another mad scientist in.

"What's wrong?"

Tessa. Eagle was a little confused, she stroked her hair, found that her hands were still stained with tomato juice, and hurriedly put it under the faucet to rinse.

"I'll go first."

Broly was going to take the money from the Continental Hotel back to the farm first, and then find another opportunity to tie Professor Connors to Texas later.

"Huh?"

Tessa wiped her hair with a tissue, stared at her toes, and said with some embarrassment:

"Uh... Well... Why don't you eat before you leave? ”

She deliberately learned a lot of oriental dishes.

"No need, Cade's craftsmanship is better, and I still have time to eat dinner when I get back from this point."

He parked his motorcycle in the parking lot downstairs, went downstairs and traveled a few blocks, using Oolong Transformation to turn into Bruce. Wayne's appearance, and then hailed a taxi to the Continental Hotel.

The moment Broly's figure appeared in the lobby of the Continental Hotel, everyone fell silent, and there were many killers in the hall today.

"Welcome, Mr. Wayne, the cash you need is ready, I don't know if we'll be responsible for shipping it or if you'll take it yourself."

Charon at the front desk greeted Broly with impeccable etiquette.

"I'll take it myself."

Broly said.

Charon nodded.

"Please follow me, Mr. Wayne."

He breathed a sigh of relief, such a large amount of cash would attract a staggering number of pretenders, and even the power of the Continental Hotel could not guarantee that there would be no problems in transporting this amount of cash.

The Continental Hotel couldn't directly dispatch the killers, and they couldn't trust the killers.

Charon took Broly in an elevator into the underground vault on the lowest floor of the Continental Hotel.

"Please wait here, we'll bring the cash shortly."

He took Broly and sat down outside the vault, where a squad of heavily armed gunmen was stationed. The vault contains most of the funds of the Continental Hotel, and Broly is too strong to be able to bring him to this floor, it is already the Continental Hotel showing its goodwill, and it is impossible for him to enter the vault.

There was an attendant with his favorite steak and rum for Broly to wait while he ate.

It wasn't long before a forklift truck pulled out of the vault with a large metal box.

"Mr. Wayne, I don't know when your people will come, we have a secret passage that can quietly transport all the money to the hotel for diplomatic pick-up."

"Don't bother so much, I'll take it away."

Broly easily carried the metal box much larger than himself on his shoulder, and took the elevator to the first floor, leaving Charon who wanted to say nothing.

The originally quiet hotel lobby suddenly became restless, and the wealth was moving. People die for money, birds die for food, even if the killer's income far exceeds that of ordinary people, it is unlikely that he will earn 100 million US dollars in a lifetime.

They usually die quietly in a stinking ditch during an operation.

The Continental Hotel's act of collecting cash has been hidden from many people, but it can't be hidden from these killers who deal with hotels all day. Although Broly has left a powerful legend among the killers, no one has actually seen him strike. They didn't know that Broly's might be beyond the limits of what they could understand.

Broly glanced around at everyone and swaggered out of the hall.

As soon as he stepped out of the Continental Hotel, a motorbike whizzed around the corner, wearing helmets, black riders' suits, and long knives in their hands. The sword flashed, slashing at Broly.

The large-displacement motor roars, the tires rub against the ground, and the dazzling headlights seem to blind the eyes.

Broly slashed the wrist of the first rider with a vertical palm, snatched the knife from his hand, and shaved his head off with a backhand.

He stood there, brandishing his long knife, dismembering all the riders who rushed at him.

The stumps flew in the air, and the menacing motorcycle slipped and fell to the ground, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

Throwing the knife in his hand, Broly moved on. Such a tragic scene shocked all the potential pretenders in the shadows. They began to weigh their own strength, whether they had the life to take this 100 million.

Broly walked a little further, and when he saw that the stalkers behind him were gone, he took a somersault cloud in a hidden spot and prepared to return to the farm.

As soon as he took to the skies, he found that New York City was in the midst of a riot. Police cars whizzed through the streets, sirens blaring to get out of the way.

"What happened, is it because of the corpse in front of the Continental Hotel?"

Broly followed the road and discovered that the police car was not in the direction of the Continental Hotel, but in the opposite direction. He intently sensed a breath that was somewhat similar to Peter's.

This qi is also formed by the fusion of two qis, but the fusion is very rough, and the different qi is mainly anti-guest, but it affects the body, and it is very manic.

On the Brooklyn Bridge, a humanoid lizard is raging wildly, and he frantically lifts the vehicle blocked on the bridge and throws it off the bridge. The heavy car was as light as a toy in his hands.

Peter. Parker was stopping the lizardmen, and he covered his face, but Broly still easily recognized his identity through his breath.

"What a coincidence!"

He carried the metal box and laughed wildly as he manipulated the somersault cloud towards his target.