Captain Michael Murphy, Sergeant Matthew Axelson, Sergeant Danny Dietz, and Sergeant Marcus Luttrell were ambushing on a hilltop across from a Ten Rings base, the dense, wild grass completely concealing them.
They were a reconnaissance squad from the SEAL Team 10th Team. Matthew Axelson and Marcus Luttrell were acting as snipers and observers, Danny Dietz was in charge of radio communication, and Michael Murphy was the overall commander.
They had recorded the astonishing battle that had taken place in the camp using high-powered binoculars and long-focus lenses.
Broly's terrifying destructive power had left the four of them in stunned silence.
"Should we call in an air strike?" Danny Dietz asked with some difficulty.
An AC-130 Gunship was monitoring the area from the sky, ready to rain fire upon the Ten Rings camp at any time.
Their mission from higher-ups was to locate Tony Stark. If Tony Stark wasn't in the base, they were to launch an airstrike and destroy it.
Murphy, the squad's commander, popped a few raisins into his mouth to replenish his energy.
"Report to the intelligence department first. The person in the Black Cat Armor might be one of us." Matthew Axelson sounded puzzled.
"How do you know, Captain?"
Murphy took a sip of water from his hydration pack.
"Didn't you notice his strange armor? Only we Americans would wear something like that."
After destroying the entire Ten Rings base, Broly leaped off the cliff. The rugged mountains of Afghanistan were like a flat surface under his feet. His speed was at its limit, a black meteor plunging into the valley and then soaring towards the mountain peak where they were.
"We've been discovered!" Matthew Axelson frantically tried to bring Broly into his scope, but he couldn't. The target was too fast.
"Don't shoot! Don't show hostility!" Murphy pushed down on his sniper rifle. With the strength the target had shown in the Ten Rings camp, they were no match for him.
He threw his rifle away, pulled out his dog tags, raised his hands, and stood up.
"We are Americans, SEAL Team 10th Team. I am Michael Murphy."
Broly had already sensed their presence. He reached out and grabbed the Canon camera hanging around Michael Murphy's neck, crushing it, and then disappeared like a phantom.
"Motherfucker, I almost shit my pants."
"I already did."
After destroying three Ten Rings bases, Broly's level had reached thirteen, and he received another attribute point. This time, he put it directly into Intelligence. This brought his Intelligence attribute to eight points, giving him an average level of intelligence.
A wave of clarity washed over him, and he felt his thinking ability had increased significantly. He even felt more at ease when controlling his Ki.
Leaping through the mountains, he suddenly saw a field of blooming poppy flowers. Pink poppy flowers were blooming all over the mountains and fields, looking like clouds had fallen to the ground.
A group of women, elders, and children were busy in the poppy field. They could only exchange enough poppy fruits for food from the Ten Rings. If something went wrong with the poppies, they would starve to death.
Under the control of the Ten Rings, the Pashtun people living here were cultivating tens of thousands of acres of poppies. There were dozens of such poppy farms.
In Afghanistan, the Taliban grew poppies, the Ten Rings grew poppies, and even some large Pashtun tribes were growing poppies. The total poppy cultivation area in Afghanistan had reached 328,000 hectares. The annual Opium production was expected to reach 90,000 tons.
Since the U.S. military invaded Afghanistan, the poppy production here had increased year after year. No one could resist the temptation of poppies. If they didn't grow poppies, they would lose their source of wealth. Without enough funds, they couldn't buy more advanced weapons or support more armed personnel. Without enough force, they would soon disappear from Afghanistan.
Individual power couldn't change this environment.
Broly walked through this land, and a group of children in dirty rags were secretly staring at him. These children all had rotten teeth. Some parents, to keep their children quiet, directly fed them Opium like chocolate. No matter how noisy the children were, they would become quiet after eating Opium.
They were not educated and didn't know that Opium was addictive.
Broly noticed that some women and elders had only one hand left. That was the punishment of the Ten Rings, punishing those who secretly hid poppy fruits.
This land was dying. What it needed was not Iron Man, not Captain America, and not a god. It needed a leader who could pull the people out of the mud.
Broly crossed the poppy fields, and didn't step on a single poppy. The phone in his pocket suddenly rang, and he took it out to find it was the one Matt had given him.
"Hey, is this Broly?" Matt's voice came from the phone.
"What's up?" Broly asked.
"There's a big job. Are you interested? The CIA is willing to pay five million dollars."
Broly's expression was a little strange. Why were there so many big jobs recently?
"What job? Who do I need to kill? It's not Tony Stark, is it?"
Matt coughed violently on the other end.
"Cough cough! Don't joke around like that. The phone is recording, Broly! It's not Tony Stark. How could we in the CIA attack him? It's a strange person wearing Black Cat Armor, very powerful. Ordinary soldiers are no match for him. The U.S. military gave him the codename Cat Demon Man."
Cat Demon Man, Broly was tempted, but he didn't know when Tony Stark's bounty would be completed, and he might not have time.
"I've been a bit busy lately. Does this Cat Demon Man have a time requirement?" he said on the phone.
"That's a shame. I was going to take you to have some fun at a bar in Kandahar."
Matt was very curious about what Broly was doing, but he was very rational and didn't ask.
"Are you in Afghanistan too? Then I can help you kill this Cat Demon Man. Give me your address."
Broly said with some joy. He was a bit tired of searching for Tony Stark's whereabouts in the deserts and mountains. Going to kill this Cat Demon Man to change his mood might be a good choice.
"Great!" Matt said, a little excited, and gave him the address. If he could successfully complete the mission this time, he could go further in the CIA: "Do you want me to arrange a plane to pick you up?"
"No need. I'll be there in thirty minutes."
Broly pulled up the map and found the location of Kandahar City.
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