Tessa Eagle's rented apartment was small, just over sixty square meters, with a small kitchen. She usually cooked her own dinners.
At this moment, she was taking vegetables out of the insulated box and putting them in the refrigerator.
"There's too much produce and beef. I can't possibly eat it all myself."
Tessa picked up a large tomato, rinsed it under the faucet, and took a bite. The sweet and sour juice immediately exploded in her mouth, filling her taste buds. She was a little disbelieving; when did her dad start growing such delicious tomatoes?
In her memory, Kade was a first-rate engineer, a second-rate farmer, and a third-rate inventor.
"The farm hired a mutant who's very good at farming," Broly said, sizing up the room. Tessa had kept everything in the apartment neat and tidy, completely unlike a single young person's messy living space.
"Tessa..."
He wanted Tessa to leave the dangerous Osborn Group. After thinking about it, he gave up. He'd find a chance to take out Doctor Lizard later; killing him would settle everything.
Wait!
Broly pondered, resting his chin on his hand. Doctor Lizard was a genius professor of biology and medicine. It would be a shame to kill him; he might be able to research the Culture Solution's formula.
The farm was already filled with a group of ruthless killers; adding a mad scientist wouldn't be a problem.
"What's wrong?"
Tessa Eagle was a little flustered. She brushed her hair back, realized she still had tomato juice on her hands, and fumbled to rinse them under the faucet.
"I'll go first."
Broly planned to take the money from the Continental Hotel back to the farm first and then find a chance to kidnap Professor Connors to Texas later.
"Huh?"
Tessa wiped her hair with a tissue, staring at her toes. She said shyly, "Uh... um... won't you eat something before you go?"
She had specifically learned many Eastern dishes.
"No need. Kade's cooking is better. I'll be back in time for dinner after I'm done."
He parked his motorcycle in the parking lot downstairs. After going down, he crossed several blocks, used the Wulong Transformation Technique to change into Bruce Wayne's appearance, and then called a taxi to the Continental Hotel.
The moment Broly's figure appeared in the Continental Hotel's lobby, everyone immediately fell silent. There were particularly many killers in the lobby today.
"Welcome, Mr. Wayne. The cash you requested is ready. Shall we arrange for us to transport it, or would you like to take it yourself?"
Charon at the front desk greeted Broly with impeccable etiquette.
"I'll take it myself."
Broly said.
Charon nodded.
"Please follow me, Mr. Wayne."
Charon breathed a sigh of relief. Such a large amount of cash would attract a shocking number of people. Even with the Continental Hotel's power, they couldn't guarantee there wouldn't be problems during the transportation of this cash.
The Continental Hotel couldn't directly dispatch the killers, nor could they trust this group of killers.
Charon led Broly into the hotel's deepest underground vault via an elevator.
"Please wait here for a moment. We will bring the cash over shortly."
He had Broly sit down outside the vault, where a team of heavily armed gunmen stood guard. The vault stored most of the Continental Hotel's funds. Broly's strength was too great; being able to bring him to this level was already the Continental Hotel demonstrating its goodwill. There was no way they would let him enter the vault.
A servant brought him his favorite steak and rum, allowing Broly to eat while he waited.
Before long, a forklift drove out of the vault, carrying a large metal box.
"Mr. Wayne, I wonder when your people will arrive. We have a secret passage that can quietly transport all the money to the hotel's exterior for pick-up."
"No need for the trouble. I'll just take it."
Broly easily hoisted the metal box, which was much larger than himself, onto his shoulder. He took the elevator to the first floor, leaving Charon speechless.
The originally quiet hotel lobby was immediately stirred. Money moved people's hearts. People die for money, and birds die for food. Even though the killers' income far exceeded ordinary people, it was unlikely they could earn a hundred million dollars in a lifetime.
They often died quietly in the sewers during some operation.
The Continental Hotel's withdrawal of cash had been hidden from many people, but not from the killers who dealt with the hotel every day. Although Broly had left behind a legend of great strength among the killers, no one had truly seen him fight. They didn't know that Broly's strength had already exceeded the limits of their understanding.
Broly glanced at everyone, strolled out of the lobby.
The moment he stepped out of the Continental Hotel, a team of motorcycles roared from the corner. The people on the bikes wore helmets and black riding suits, and they were holding long knives. The blades flashed, hacking at Broly.
The high-displacement engines roared, tires screeching on the ground, and the dazzling headlights seemed to want to blind his eyes.
Broly chopped down the first rider's wrist with his palm, seized the knife, and slashed it back, severing his head.
He stood there, wielding the long knife, and without dodging, he dismembered all the riders who came charging at him.
Limbs flew in the air, and the menacing motorcycles crashed to the ground, turning into a pile of scrap metal.
Throwing the knife away, Broly continued forward. Such a tragic scene shocked all the potential onlookers in the shadows. They began to weigh their own strength, and whether they had the guts to take a hundred million.
Broly walked a little further and, seeing that the followers had disappeared, mounted the Flying Nimbus in a secluded place, preparing to return to the farm.
As soon as he took to the sky, he found that New York City was in chaos. Police cars roared through the streets, and the piercing sirens made the vehicles along the way give way.
"What happened? Is it because of the bodies at the Continental Hotel?"
Broly followed for a while and found that the direction of the police cars wasn't the hotel, but the opposite direction. He focused his senses and soon felt an aura similar to Peter's.
This aura was also formed by the fusion of two auras, but it was very rough; the foreign aura took over, and it was affecting the host, making him very agitated and uneasy.
On the Brooklyn Bridge, a humanoid lizard was rampaging, tossing the vehicles that blocked the bridge. The heavy cars were as light as toys in his hands.
Peter Parker was trying to stop the Lizard-Man. He was wearing a mask, but Broly could still easily recognize his identity through the aura.
"This is really a coincidence!"
Carrying the metal box, he laughed and controlled the Flying Nimbus, flying toward the target.
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