Broly hovered in the air, circling the entire base, then flew out and followed the dirt road for a while before landing. He scratched his head, having found nothing.
The Ten Rings, having survived in the chaotic lands of Afghanistan, possessed extensive guerrilla warfare experience. Although they left in a hurry, they still cleaned up their traces impeccably.
Even if there were subtle traces, an amateur like Broly wouldn't be able to find them.
Stretching, Broly decided to wander around the nearby mountains at random. He activated his sensing ability, choosing a direction where hundreds of Qi were gathered, and started off at a leisurely pace.
He was already prepared to reveal his identity in this location, to complete his mission of killing himself, and get some quick money. After Tony Stark was released by Fire Cloud Evil God, he would think of a way to take his life and get some money from the Continental Hotel.
The remote Pashtun villages were usually very primitive, with almost no trace of modern technology. The houses in the villages were made of sun-dried mud bricks, almost airtight. The air inside was very stuffy, with an unpleasant smell of urine and livestock feces.
The bottom floors of the houses were also used to raise chickens and goats. The whole family squeezed together on straw, sleeping with the chickens, ducks, and goats.
The main way of life in this village was by herding and farming. The land outside the village was planted with wheat and cotton. Due to the backward production methods and insufficient rainfall, the land here often suffered crop failures, and the harvest was only enough to barely fill their stomachs.
The adults in the village were all working in the fields.
A boy, looking as if he had just rolled out of the mud, was herding sheep on the hillside. Wool and cotton were the only commodities the village could exchange for currency, and each sheep was extremely precious.
There were also bomb craters left by aerial explosions on the hillside.
Several children were searching for cow dung, which was a daily chore. The cow dung they collected would be stuck to their own walls to dry, which was the best fuel for cooking. They also had to fetch water, cut grass, and take care of their younger siblings, with hardly any free time. Only during the hottest time of the day could they go to the village's water channels to play in the cool water.
The village chief's house had a radio, the only electrical appliance in the entire village. After dinner, they would gather together to listen to the BBC's Pashtun language broadcast. This radio station often played some Indian music, which everyone loved to listen to.
When Broly appeared at the water channel, all the children playing in the water were frightened by him. They screamed and ran towards the village.
The men working in the fields immediately picked up the rifles placed on the field ridges and charged towards the children. The reason the village could still remain independent of the Taliban and the Ten Rings was because they were both poor and united.
The village chief stopped the villagers. He had seen this strange outfit on the leaflets distributed by the Americans; this wasn't an opponent they could afford to provoke. He didn't let Broly enter the village, but instead had the villagers slaughter a sheep, light a fire, and prepared a rich lunch for Broly to eat before he left.
The Pashtun women were very quick, and they quickly prepared the food, which included sheep milk, kebab, grilled naan, soup, and pilaf. This was already the most abundant food the village could make.
The sheep milk was very fishy. Kebab was a kind of grilled meat, freshly slaughtered lamb meat threaded with tomatoes, grilled on charcoal, and eaten with a dipping of salt water for seasoning. The soup was stewed vegetables, which tasted a bit awful, and even Broly only took a bite. Pilaf was lamb and rice, the lamb was fresh, and it also contained onions and carrots, and the taste was okay.
Broly saw the envious expressions on the children's faces and gave them all the remaining kebab, causing a cheer.
"Do you know the whereabouts of the Ten Rings?"
He asked the village chief.
The village chief shook his head, remaining silent, indicating that Broly should leave after eating and drinking his fill.
Broly took out a fifty-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to the village chief, then turned and left.
"The nearby villages have all received the wanted orders from the Americans. Among them are also people from the Taliban and the Ten Rings. You had best go south."
The village chief suddenly spoke.
Broly didn't change direction and continued along the mountain path.
He spent three days on the road, traveling during the day and camping in the wilderness at night, cultivating the Nine Revolutions True Martial God Qi. In three days, he encountered four Pashtun villages.
Some villages only hid behind walls and watched him leave, some villages were outwardly hospitable but secretly poisoned his food, and some villages directly attempted to bind him and send him to the Americans to claim the bounty.
Broly had killed a lot of people along the way, and finally, he got a call from Matt.
"Hey, Broly? We've found the Cat Demon Man's whereabouts and are continuing to track him. After your injuries are healed, come to Kandahar to meet me."
Matt notified Broly at the first opportunity.
"Boss is still healing. When he comes out of the medical pod, I'll tell him."
Kayde in the United States answered the phone for Broly, and he notified Broly immediately after hanging up.
"Okay, I understand."
Broly turned off his phone, looking at the giant spaceship hovering in front of him, puzzled. The spaceship looked ancient, with a garden and a rooftop pool built on top. Its massive size did not resemble a product of human technology.
A figure leaped down from the spaceship, landing in front of Broly as lightly as a feather.
"Cat Demon Man, my friend, we meet again."
It was Nie Zheng who landed.
"I'm not the Cat Demon Man, I'm Batman!"
Broly said with great dissatisfaction, pointing at the large bat symbol on his chest to emphasize.
Nie Zheng looked embarrassed, and Broly's words made him unsure how to continue.
"Uh, the Americans already know your whereabouts, and in a few days, a master named Broly will come to deal with you. Why not come with us and avoid the limelight?"
He forcibly shifted the topic.
Broly was a little surprised, not knowing how Nie Zheng got the news, which seemed to be almost the same time as Matt knew.
"Who are you?"
"We are S.H.I.E.L.D. Our purpose in Afghanistan is the same as yours, for the Ten Rings. How about we cooperate?"
Nie Zheng explained.
"Alright."
Broly nodded, seeming very interested. It wouldn't hurt to visit that strange spaceship.
"My apologies."
Nie Zheng put an arm on Broly's shoulder, jumped, and soared into the sky, flying onto the spaceship. After the two of them were standing, the Nüwa Star Raft swayed slightly and rapidly ascended, quickly flying to an altitude of over ten thousand meters in just a few seconds.
A Global Hawk drone was turning, trying to escape. A shocking sword energy slashed out from the deck, a rainbow cutting through the sky, and split the drone in two.
Bu Qingyun sheathed her sword, glanced coldly at Broly, and continued to sit cross-legged on the deck. She took action because of Zhuo Bufan's request to deter the strength of the unknown Cat Demon Man.
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