Saiyans in the Marvel Universe

In the Mercenary House Bar, customers with tattoos and strong builds are crowded in the bar. They are all mercenaries. This bar specifically serves mercenaries. When mercenaries in New York City can't get work, they will come to the bar to have a drink or two to kill time.

New York has not been peaceful recently, but the mercenary business is very good. There are more people with two dollars in their pockets, and the bars have become much busier.

Jack Hammer, the weasel, used the money he earned in Mexico and the savings he had previously saved to open this bar, and even gave Wade some shares. The bar earns a lot of money a year, which is enough for retirement.

Compared with the days when he was licking blood from the edge of a knife, he prefers his current life as a bar owner and part-time bartender.

"Do you know what this is?"

A drunken mercenary took out a piece of green scale skin from his arms and slapped it on the wine table.

"Guys, this is the scaly skin of a lizard man."

"You're bragging again, Goyle."

The other mercenaries started to boo, and this was not the first time that Gore had bragged in the bar.

Gore's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he was slobbering about how he fought the lizard man for 300 rounds before killing it and peeling off the scales to commemorate his experience. From time to time, he would point out that he was bragging. The mercenaries sprayed each other.

"What do you mean, I fought alongside the Green Goblin."

Jack Hammer picked up a glass of beer, took a swig and said.

There was silence in the bar at first, and then there was a burst of laughter.

"Hammer, I'm convinced, you are the braggart in the bar!"

Several mercenaries laughed and slapped the table hard.

"Here, let's drink to braggadocio Jack Hammer!"

For a time, the bar was full of mercenaries who were drinking heavily, drinking and drinking. Jack Hammer shook his head indifferently, mixed a cocktail, and pushed it on the bar.

"I know that piece of scaly skin. It's the skin of an African rock python. It was picked up by Gower when he went on a mission in Africa."

Matt, sitting at the bar, picked up a cocktail.

"It's normal for them not to believe it. Even for me, it's hard to believe it when I think about my experience at that time. By the way, how is Wade now?"

Jack Hammer picked up the wine glass and took a silent sip.

"It's still the same, just count it as one more day to live, and thank you for your letter of introduction, which allowed him to be admitted to the cancer medical center. Unfortunately, the cancer cells in his body have already begun to spread, and there is no hope of saving him."

As one of the shareholders of this bar, Wade often visited the bar to help maintain order. After that, he met his true love in a bar and rarely came there. Unfortunately, the happy days did not last long. Wade was diagnosed with cancer during a physical examination, and it was at a terminal stage that was almost incurable.

Mata sighed. Because of his experience fighting side by side in Mexico, he had a good relationship with Wade and provided Wade with the help he could. It's a pity that everyone is equal in the face of such a difficult disease as cancer. Wade has only a few months to live.

"ding dong"

There was a sound of the door being pushed open, and a tall and strong Asian man walked into the bar. All the mercenaries focused on him almost at the same time.

stranger.

The circle of mercenaries is either big or small, but no one knows anyone who comes in this time. It is obvious that he is another unlucky guy who accidentally broke into this bar.

Although the mercenary house is located in a relatively remote location, stupid young men still break in from time to time. They won't suffer any big losses, but a prank is inevitable.

"Goyle, didn't you say you killed a lizard man? Go tell this little brother how you killed him."

Someone shouted maliciously.

Goyle, who was already drunk, stood up unsteadily and walked to Broly.

"Boy, Hiccup, this is not the place for a sissy like you. Hiccup, why not do this, you get under my crotch, and I will let you go."

Broly raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to look at the drunken fat man in front of him.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't cause trouble in my bar."

Jack Hammer patted the bar. Although this was his bar, he could not restrain these bold mercenaries. We can only try our best to make all these unlucky ones who wander in by mistake leave completely.

He walked out of the bar, ready to pull away from Goyle who had gone too far. When he saw the face of the intruder clearly, his whole body froze.

Broly reached out and patted Goyle's greasy bald head, then suddenly pinched his neck, lifted him up, opened the door of the bar, and stuffed him into the trash can at the door.

He clapped his hands and glanced at everyone in the bar.

"Who else?"

The bar suddenly became quiet. Although Gore liked to brag, his strength was still at the forefront among all the mercenaries. Unexpectedly, he was pinched like a chicken.

Broly sat at the bar.

Jack Hammer tried not to tremble.

"What to drink?"

"Just get me a glass of water, Hammer." Broly still remembered Weasel, and he looked around the bar environment: "Is this your bar? It's not bad."

"Yes, with that money made in Mexico."

Weasel poured a glass of mineral water and pushed it on the bar.

"What do you want from me, Matt?"

Broly picked up the cup and took a sip. His previous cell phone was broken during the battle with Fire Cloud Evil God. Matt reconnected with Alejandro through his talents.

Matt picked up the cocktail and took a sip first.

"The higher-ups want me to ask about the previous incident in New York City. Uh, you destroyed part of the East Coast. This, uh, problem is quite big."

When he took on this task, he had a headache that was about to explode. Asking Broly for accountability was like challenging a giant dragon. He couldn't bear Broly's anger. For people like Broly, his strength has transcended the constraints of the system.

"The monster that appeared in New York City was hiding there. I wanted to kill it, and your people attacked me."

Broly placed the cup in his hand on the bar.

Matt's heart skipped a beat and he immediately explained.

"We are not in the same system as the Air Force, and it is not the CIA who is attacking, Broly. The CIA has always advocated cooperation with you. It's just that we hope that you can notify us in advance when you use powerful moves on your homeland. In this way, we Being able to prepare in advance will avoid causing large-scale riots.”

Broly raised an eyebrow.

"I can only say that I will try my best. That monster may not really be dead. If you find traces of it, I can help you get rid of it."