With a few punches and kicks with Satanic Stream Fighting Technique, Broly easily popped through the air. He has a strong strength, and finally he doesn't have to pick up the king's eight punches anymore.

It took him a moment before he realized why it was so quiet all of a sudden. With his hand on his head, he grabbed Kakarot, who was riding around his neck. I saw that her face was flushed, sweating profusely, and her skin was a little burning.

Although she is a Saiyan, she is still just a child after all, her physique is weak, and she continues to be under the blazing sun of the desert, without a trace of shade, and directly suffers from heat stroke.

In such a hot desert, her mild heat stroke is very easy to develop into heat stroke, and then acute kidney failure, liver failure, which is very dangerous. Broly dug a large sand pit directly in the leeward with his hands, and the sand under the ground was still very cool, and the temperature was only twenty-five or six degrees.

Placing Kakarot in the cool bunker, Broly took off his elastic combat sleeves and wore only a vest combat suit. The technology of the Frieza army is very advanced, and the slim combat long sleeves are very elastic and breathable, even if they transform into giant apes, they will not break. Broly fastened the battle sleeves with wooden stakes and stretched them into a large patch to cover the bunker and prevent the sun from shining directly on the Kakarot below.

If she was exposed to the sun again, she would probably become the first Saiyan to be sunburned.

"Little cub, I'm going to find someone to save you, don't let me die."

As he spoke, he took a step forward and ran southwest. With all his might, he was running at about the same speed as a galloping horse, and he could leap three to four meters in one step.

Sweat flowed freely on the strong muscles, and in an instant, it was dried by the scorching sun, and layers of salt flowers were born.

After running for more than thirty minutes, he finally ran out of the desert and saw a patch of green. It was a farm with patches of corn, a large green patch. After crossing hundreds of acres of cornfields, he found a wooden country house. There are two activity sources in it, one with two combat power and one with one combat power.

Broly rang the doorbell, and the combat power of the two changed instantly, one to five, the other to four, and they took the gun in their hands.

"What's the matter, boy!"

A middle-aged white man with a double-barreled shotgun in his hand and a wary face. His daughter, with a shotgun of the same style, stood behind her. The man was a little surprised to see that it was an Asian who knocked on the door, first, because there were very few Asians here, and second, it was hard to believe that there were such muscular people among Asians.

And this Asian is also very eccentric, wearing strange one-sided glasses, wearing a strange tank top, a furry belt, and leggings that are so protruding that they are simply spicy.

This is Texas, and a few dozen kilometers further south is the U.S.-Mexico border, where Mexican smugglers dig holes like marmots, Mexican gangsters, mules that carry drugs for the gangs. The vast and sparsely populated land has been removed from the control of the police.

"My companion is sick and I need to borrow your car to take her to the hospital."

Bro said in somewhat awkward English.

"You can go to White Farm, three kilometers away, and they'll be kind enough to lend you the car."

After a perfunctory remark, the middle-aged man was about to lock the door, but found that the door did not move at all.

"I'm not asking for your opinion, give me the car!"

Broly's anger surged, his pupils shrank to a point, and a terrifying aura welled up from his body.

The middle-aged man was frightened and took a few steps back, and just wanted to raise the rifle in his hand, he found that the barrel of the gun was held in the hand of the Asian in front of him, and an irresistible huge force came from his hand, and the gun was easily snatched away.

"Don't be impulsive... Don't be impulsive... We'll hand you over the car..."

The middle-aged man's daughter pulled the car keys out of her father's trouser pocket and threw them to Broly. This is a hot hot girl, because at home, she only wears a T-shirt and hot pants, and her legs are white and dazzling.

"Come with me, bring ice cubes, salt water, and don't play tricks on me."

After Broly finished speaking, he clenched the double-barreled shotgun, folded it hard, and directly bent the shotgun into a U-shape.

"Mutants?!"

The middle-aged man's face showed a look of fear and immediately gave up resisting, while the girl was curious.

The car on the farm was a somewhat worn Ford pickup, and Broly sat in the passenger seat, watching the middle-aged man drive. The girl sat in the back seat with a medical kit.

"Are you crazy? Leave a patient in the middle of the desert, thirty-five kilometers, and she should be dead long ago by now! ”

As soon as she heard that the target's location was thirty-five kilometers away, the girl immediately became a little angry.

"It only took me more than half an hour to run over, and with her physique, nothing will happen,"

When Broly had finished speaking, the girl covered her mouth in surprise, thinking that Broly had walked a day and a night to reach the farm.

The old pickup truck let out a roar and kicked up a cloud of smoke and dust in the desert, and the middle-aged man used the pickup truck's speed to the limit, just to get rid of this plague god early.

Twenty minutes later, the pickup stopped where Broly had dug a hole.

Broly got out of the car, his eyebrows furrowed, his battle suit over the bunker was gone, the edge of the bunker was full of stray footprints, and Kakarot was gone.

"Who is moving around this area?"

He grabbed the middle-aged man's collar and lifted him up.

"Ahem... Cough... Ahem, put... Let go... I'm out of breath. ”

The middle-aged man found that Broly's hand was stronger than a bear, and he was about to break his neck.

"Ray... The mules of the Reyes group, they smuggle hallucinogens around here, and the goods from Mexico and Colombia are transported to the United States through them... You.. Aren't you from the Reyes Group? ”

He said with difficulty.

The reason why he immediately became honest before was because he suspected that Broly was a member of the Reyes Group. There are many mutant members of the Reyes Group, who are ruthless and do all kinds of evil, and those who offend them are not ruined, and if they want to survive, they can only flee Texas.

The FBI has planned several operations against the Reyes Group, all of which have been defeated and returned in vain.

The middle-aged man was just an ordinary farmer, and he didn't dare to provoke these vicious criminals.

"They're dead."

Broly pressed the power detection glasses on his head, the glasses had already recorded the characteristics of Kakarot's combat power, and no matter where she was on the earth, she could easily locate it.

[Saiyan Shame: Ding! As a fighting nation, the Saiyan was actually kidnapped, which is a shame for the Saiyans! Please rescue the missing Kakarot, the task rewards 20 revival points]