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The Satan fighting skill is already at full level 12, and the Wolf Fang Wind Fist has also been upgraded to level 8 without knowing it. In the angry form, his martial arts ability has also been horribly improved, and the level of Wolf Fang Wind Fist has increased rapidly.

[Wolf Fang Wind Fist lv4: Fist of the Wind, punching for a long time, giving you unparalleled punching speed, attack speed +5]

[Wolf Fang Wind Fist lv7: Wolf Fist, a technique that can only be mastered by warriors who are extremely skilled in boxing. It shoots out a wolf-shaped energy to bite the enemy. The sharp wolf teeth will tear apart all the enemies in front of you]

(In the theatrical version of "Dragon Fist Explosion, Who Would You Rather", Wukong once used Dragon Fist to defeat the final boss Hill Degon. This theatrical version is quite good, and it also explains how Trunks killed Forli. The origin of the long sword used by King Sa.)

He looked down at his hands, which were surrounded by a much weaker Qi than before.

"Whoosh!"

The air bomb roared and bombarded the remains of a relatively complete infantry fighting vehicle. Amid the dull explosion, a large piece of the infantry fighting vehicle's armor was dented.

The power of the air splitting fist under normal conditions has weakened a lot.

The next moment, a white wolf made of gas sprang out and instantly penetrated the armor of the infantry fighting vehicle, leaving a clean and narrow gas mark on it, and the tough armor steel was cut neatly.

The penetrating power of Wolf Fist is much stronger than that of Split Air Fist, but it does not have the splash damage of Split Sky Fist. The two skills have their own advantages.

Looking up at a building at the end of the street, he finally realized how he had neatly cut the building in half.

The silence nearby seemed apocalyptic, with only the crackling sound of flames burning. The Mexican Army fighting him had completely retreated and evacuated the area. Even the civilians mostly fled, and the remaining people hid in their houses and did not dare to go out.

The earbuds had long been damaged in the battle and Alejandro could not be contacted. Broly had no way of understanding the situation in Mexico City. This feeling was terrible.

Although the angry form can greatly increase the strength, the shortcoming of losing one's mind is too fatal. Not to mention destroying the Reyes Group, it is now very difficult for him to even have a foothold in Mexico.

On the empty street, there was a sudden sound of motor, and a motorcycle came from a distance. The driver of the motorcycle raised a hand from a distance to show that he meant no harm.

"I am Alejandro's friend. He is waiting for you at this location. Several nearby blocks have been blocked by the retreating Mexican Army. They have set up barricades and barbed wire. In half an hour, the US Army will arrive. Here, they are equipped with the most advanced heavy weapons and air support. They will search every corner of this area to find your hiding place. We have channels to safely take you out of this encirclement."

The rider said as he carefully handed a piece of paper with an address to Broly.

Broly took the note. He can enter the angry form again at any time, and there is no chance that he will break out of the encirclement directly. Even if it doesn't work, the Oolong Transformation Technique can still conceal the truth and deceive the soldiers who come in to search. He's far from reaching the end of his rope, but joining up with Alejandro would be a better option.

"How should I trust you?"

The rider hurriedly took out a walkie-talkie. Alejandro's voice came from the other end of the intercom. His breathing was gentle and his voice was normal, not like he was being restricted.

The location wasn't too far away, and Broly quickly reached the hideout.

It was the basement of an apartment, and Alejandro and Wade were both there. The other mercenaries did not participate in this operation, so they were not blocked in the encirclement.

Several people gathered around a small table, eating pizza.

"Hello."

The tall Matt swallowed the remaining pizza in his hand, wiped his greasy hands, and took the initiative to shake Broly's hand. He didn't show any signs of strangeness because of Broly's previous horrific performance. He was a man with a will as strong as steel.

"His name is Matt, he's from the CIA."

Alejandro introduced, putting down the pizza in his hand.

Matt handed over a bag.

"Put this on and we can take you away."

Broly tore open the bag and took a look and found a camouflage uniform that was exactly his size. It also contained dog tags and soldiers' standard equipment.

"The dog tags are real, the names on them are real, and the service history can be found in the Pentagon database. Everything is seamless."

Matt said with some pride that only the CIA has such terrifying efficiency and energy.

"What do I have to give?"

Broly asked.

He is not a three-year-old child, so he naturally knows how much resources the CIA has spent on it. The CIA cannot be self-sacrificing and they must have their own demands.