Chapter 12 Reward

Baromata was with his family at this time.

The kitchen was bustling, his wife and mother were preparing dinner. In the housewife's deft hands, the charred corn tortillas, wrapped with cheese and minced meat, were fragrant. Enpanadas, which looked like large dumplings, were placed on a plate with sliced ​​limes and tomatoes, making people salivate.

Fajita means the diaphragm of a cow in Spanish, but it is a traditional home-cooked dish in Mexico. After evolution, it is not just grilled cow diaphragms, but also different parts of beef, chicken, pork and seafood, grilled with chopped onions and green peppers. Add warm cream, guacamole, salsa and more than 100 spices made of mole chili sauce.

The highlight is Cochinita pibil, a dish in which marinated pork is wrapped in banana leaves and slowly roasted. Because it uses annatto seeds, the taste is very unique.

Barro was holding his beloved son and watching TV at this time.

"Dad, will Santa Claus give me a present this year?"

He rubbed his son's head.

"Yes, my child, because you are my child, Baromata, and Santa Claus dare not not give you a Christmas present."

Baro is slightly fat, with two thick beards and a beer belly, and looks like an ordinary middle-aged man.

A sturdy, tattooed subordinate suddenly walked in. He was holding a mobile phone in his hand, and he obviously received some information and wanted to report.

Baro put the child in his arms on the sofa, pulled up his pants and stood up, and signaled his subordinates to go out and talk with his eyes. Only then could a trace of domineering power be seen in his deep eyes.

The two walked out of the room and came to the pavilion in the courtyard.

A wide artificial river surrounds the Mata Manor, and the sound of large animals puffing came from it. It was the hippopotamus raised by Baromata in the artificial river.

Pulling out a cigarette, holding it in his mouth, taking out a lighter to light it, Baromata took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled the smoke.

"Is there something wrong with the Reyes Group?"

The subordinate immediately returned.

"Yes, yes, Filippoto's daughter was kidnapped. They want to keep this secret, but we have an informant at the scene."

Baromata flicked the ash into the river and pondered for a moment.

"Notify Muñoz and prepare to attack the Reyes Group. Spend more money to let those mercenaries take action, so that our own people can preserve their strength. Spread the news that Filippoto's daughter was kidnapped. Those hyenas will be willing to attack the lion that shows weakness."

The subordinates were a little puzzled.

"Boss, it is obvious that someone is trying to provoke a war between us and the Reyes Group."

Baromata spread his hands:

"Who would believe that the kidnapping was not done by us? In Mexico, no one except me, Baromata, would dare to take action against Filippoto, a bastard. In this case, it is better to strike first. After the war with the Reyes Group is over, we will investigate who is behind it."

"Too weak! Too weak! You are too weak!"

In the basement of the safe house, Broly's disappointed voice rang out. He was wearing boxing gloves and was fighting with the captured mutant.

The mutant was panting, his tangled muscles were soaked with sweat, and his powerful straight punches were like a rainstorm. The x gene in his body not only gave him strength beyond the human limit, but also his ability to heal injuries was far superior to that of ordinary people. After just one night, his fractured right hand had recovered as before.

If an ordinary person was hit by his fist, his skull would be shattered and his brain would splatter. But Broly was like a seagull in a storm, dodging the incoming fists with ease.

Such a boring battle finally reached the limit of Broly's patience. He attacked at the moment of avoiding a straight punch. The mutant only had time to blur his eyes before he felt a tearing pain in his abdomen. The pain made his eyes black, as if his soul had been knocked out by this punch and he lost control of his body.

Looking at the mutant kneeling on the ground and retching constantly, Broly found that he had overestimated his strength. The mutant's strength is indeed 70% of his, but his martial arts, reaction speed, physical strength, and ability to resist blows are all inferior to his own. In a real fight, he can beat him with just one hand.

Such an opponent, sparring with him will not improve his own strength at all.

For a warrior, martial arts and talent are only part of determining strength. Learning alone without friends will inevitably lead to ignorance. Sun Wukong can achieve such achievements, and his companions, teachers and enemies along the way have worked hard. His strength has exploded after the Piccolo arc, and powerful enemies such as Vegeta and King Frieza have made great contributions.

"I will come again in five days. I hope you can survive my punch, otherwise you will die."

Broly used chains to wrap the mutant in circles, then picked up a bag of food that was enough to last for five days, threw it on the ground, and locked the heavy iron door. The underground cell of the safe house was built very solidly, with a wall thickness of 80 centimeters. Even for a mutant, it is not easy to escape, not to mention that he was tightly entangled by the chains.

Broly went back upstairs, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of sports drink and poured it into his mouth.

"The Mata Group has taken action. They have posted nearly a hundred bounties on the dark web for members of the Reyes Group."

Alejandro glanced at him and pointed to a web page.

There are bounties on the webpage, with amounts ranging from millions to tens of thousands. The Mata Group and the Reyes Group have been competing with each other for more than ten years, and they have known each other well, and have listed most of the middle and senior members of the Reyes Group.

There are also some earlier bounties, which are for military and police members, lawyers, newspaper reporters, TV hosts and even local mayors who are against the Mata Group. In the past, the Mata Group has also put up bounties for members of the Reyes Group, but no daring killer has ever dared to accept it.

"The gates of hell are open!" Alejandro tapped the table with his fingers and said, "Those killers will be happy to show us the traditional Mexican folk art."

Broly stood in the middle of the living room, picked up two dumbbells weighing 300 kilograms for weight training, sixteen in a set, and did five sets in a row. The dumbbells swayed slightly, making a heavy metal collision sound.

The weight that ordinary people can't lift at all, in his hands, is as light as a flying bird.

"This bounty is just the beginning. Palomata never does things so simply. Reyes Group cannot be shaken by assassinating a few cadres. They will soon hire mercenaries to attack Reyes Group's transit stations, laboratories, and production plants. We have to find some helpers. Two people alone don't look like a mercenary group."