Saiyans in Marvel

US-Mexico border, port of entry and exit.A car parked at the edge of the customs checkpoint.

"arch

take and

eu

take stand

akethisartoart"

The deafening industrial heavy metal rock was playing in the car, and two white men in beach shirts and beach pants swayed to the music.

Customs agent at the "passport" checkpoint said "Are you all Americans?"

"That's right, it's the Americans."

The driver in the car took out two passports and handed them to the staff.

The staff took the passports, just a rough pair.Entering Mexico from the US is much easier than entering the US from Mexico.

"Um, are you going to the port of Ensenada in Mexico?"

He asked the two people in the car.

"Yes, go and see, and see if you can catch a tuna."

The staff returned the passport to the driver.

"Is it the tuna flood season recently? Many people are going to enter Mexico these days, so I wish you all the best of luck."

The driver started the RV and sped down the Mexican highway.

"Marafak, it seems that there are many competitors for this job."

The RV drove out of the highway at a fork, drove on the dilapidated country road, and finally drove into a village.There are already three people in the village squatting on the side of the road, waiting while smoking.

"You're late, Wade."

The three stood up, all of them were tall, with thick calluses on their fingers and palms.

"No way, the traffic after Pendleton is as bad as my bowels."

Wade Wilson said that he climbed into the compartment of the RV and removed the mattress to reveal the neatly arranged guns and ammunition inside.There are even two packs of C4 explosives and more than 20 offensive grenades.

Wade Wilson is the real name of Deadpool, and he has not yet possessed superpowers at this time.

The five people skillfully distributed various guns and ammunition, and checked the condition of the guns.

"As you all know, the enemy this time is the Reyes Group. Normally, we would never have taken on such a job. But I heard that the Mata Group recently found a very powerful mutant, and they fought against the Reyes Group." Overwhelming."

said Jake Hammer, organizer of the five.

"We're going to have a rest day here before heading to Mexico City."

Most of the five were former special forces members, and if not, they were retired Marines who had already experienced hundreds of battles.Some people just lay down in the shade of the trees to rest and recover their energy; others took the target paper of their rifles and went to the wasteland outside the village to calibrate their firearms.

Jack Hammer, nicknamed the Weasel, opened a cold bottle of beer and took a sip.

"We're going to make a fortune this time, Wade, there's no richer man in Mexico than Filippoto and Barlow."

He has a very wide network of mercenaries, and he can often organize people to take on some high-commission tasks.Although he doesn't participate in the battle, he can always get a lot of money from it.

The cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly, and Jack Hamer glanced at the calling number, his expression became serious.He pointed to the phone and said to Wade.

"It's a ruthless character, the guy nicknamed Border Killer."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the phone.

"Hey"

A tired voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You're in Mexico right now."

Jack immediately denies it.

"How is it possible? I'm in New York and I've got a big job."

A sneer came from the other end of the phone.

"Well, if I bump into you, I won't keep my hand."

jack

"Okay, I'm in Mexico, what's up"

said on the phone

"Let me join your team and take over the task of the Mata Group. I will give you an address and meet up in two days."

An ordinary roadside stall that sells mainly fried pork skin, rditas and churros.Large pieces of pork skin are fried like tortillas, very greasy, and paired with sour pickled cucumbers, the flavor is excellent. The rditas are very similar to roujiamo, with diced pork skin, grilled meat and cheese sandwiched inside, smeared with salsa sauce, and one can fill up half.

Churros is a Spanish snack similar to fritters, deep-fried sweet dough sprinkled with icing sugar.

The owner of the stall is a middle-aged Mexican with a beer belly. At his peak, he can make more than 5000 rditas a day, but at this time he is sweating profusely and burnt out.

A very tall and strong Asian sat in front of the stall owner, stuffing the food he had prepared into his mouth almost one bite at a time.

Alejandro crossed his legs helplessly, sitting on a plastic chair and reading a novel.He in suit and leather shoes and the messy stall appearing in the same picture are very inconsistent.

He's used to Broly's prodigious appetite.

A dilapidated RV came from the corner of the street and stopped abruptly in front of the stall. The window was rolled down, revealing Jack's face.

"Hey Alex, long time no see."

Wade, who was sitting in the co-pilot, opened the car door, walked to the stall, pulled a plastic chair, and sat beside Broly.He said to the boss.

"Give me a cake like this."

"Sorry, sir, the material is out of stock."

The stall owner actually felt relieved when he said this sentence.

Wade shrugged helplessly, and he reached out to touch Broly's tail around his waist.

"My friend, where did you buy that fluffy belt, it's very fasn."

Broly had already exercised his tail so that it was no longer a weakness, he swung his tail to shake off Wade's hand.

"It's not a belt, it's my tail."

Wade immediately took out a tissue and wiped his hands.

"Sorry, uh, is your tail similar to a Na'vi braid, uh, an organ?"

broly is weird

"Navi"

Alejandro coughed and said,

"The Na'vi are a creature from the movie Avatar, and the braids, ahem, are their x-organs."

Broly silently took out a tissue, wiped his greasy hands, then picked up Wade like a chicken, and planted it upside down into a trash can by the side of the road.

"Do you want to die that much, my friend?"

As he spoke, he lifted the heavy metal trash can, and clamped his arms, the thick trash can suddenly deformed like ooze, and Wade was tightly bound.

Wade struggled violently, his exposed legs dangling.

"No, man, I was just joking, please don't be like this, let me out, I apologize to you"

Broly put the trash can back in place.

"If an apology is useful, then why bother with the police."

Now, Wade finally panicked.

"puff"

A laugh.

"Jack Mama Fuck I Heard You Laughing"

Wade thumped angrily.

"Pfft, Wade, you know, I've been trained strictly, and I don't usually laugh unless I can't help it, pfft"