Broly effortlessly threw a few punches and kicked, creating sonic booms in the air using the Satan-style Fighting Technique. He was finally able to unleash his raw power without resorting to wild, clumsy attacks.
After a moment, he realized the sudden quiet. He reached up and grabbed Kakarot, who was riding on his neck, and pulled her down. Her face was flushed, she was sweating profusely, and her skin felt hot.
Although she was a Saiyan, she was still just a child. Her body was weak, and being in the scorching desert sun without any shade had given her heatstroke.
In such a hot desert, her mild heatstroke could easily develop into heatstroke, leading to acute kidney failure and liver failure, which was extremely dangerous. Broly used his hands to dig a large sand pit in a sheltered area. The sand beneath the surface was cool, with a temperature of only twenty-five or twenty-six degrees Celsius.
He placed Kakarot into the cool sand pit. Then, Broly removed his long-sleeved elastic combat suit, leaving only a vest. The Frieza Force's technology was highly advanced, with the combat suit being thin, elastic, and breathable. It wouldn't tear even if he transformed into a Great Ape. Broly used wooden stakes to fix the combat suit, stretching it out to cover the sand pit, preventing direct sunlight from reaching Kakarot below.
If she were exposed to the sun any longer, she might become the first Saiyan to die from sunstroke.
"Little runt, I'm going to find someone to save you. Don't you dare die on me."
With that, he began to run southwest. At full speed, he was as fast as a galloping horse, covering three to four meters with each stride.
Sweat flowed freely across his muscular body, instantly evaporating in the sun, leaving behind layer upon layer of salt.
After running for over thirty minutes, he finally left the desert and saw green. It was a farm, with acres of cornfields, a vast expanse of green. After crossing the cornfield, he found a wooden country villa. There were two active energy signatures inside: one with a Battle Power of two, and one with a Battle Power of one.
Broly rang the doorbell, and the two people's Battle Powers instantly changed. One rose to five, the other to four. They took their guns in hand.
"What do you want, boy!"
A white middle-aged man, holding a double-barreled shotgun, looked wary. His daughter stood behind him, holding a similar shotgun. The man was surprised to see an Asian at the door, as there were very few Asians in the area, and it was hard to believe that an Asian could be so muscular.
Moreover, this Asian's attire was also strange, wearing odd single-lens Battle Power Detection Glasses, a strange vest, a furry belt, and skin-tight pants that were extremely revealing. It was an eyesore.
This was Texas. Drive a few dozen kilometers south, and you'd reach the US-Mexico Border. Mexican immigrants were digging tunnels like gophers, and Mexican gangs and mules transporting drugs for the gangs. This vast, sparsely populated land had slipped out of the control of the police.
"My companion is sick. I need to borrow your car to take her to the hospital," Broly said in somewhat broken English.
"You can ask at White Farm three kilometers away. I'm sure they'll be kind enough to lend you a car," the middle-aged man responded perfunctorily and began to lock the door, but found that it wouldn't budge.
"I'm not asking for your opinion. Give me the car!"
Broly's anger surged, his pupils narrowed to points, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body.
The middle-aged man was frightened and took several steps back. He was about to raise his rifle when he found the barrel of the gun in the Asian's hand. An irresistible force came from his hand, and the gun was easily taken from him.
"Don't... don't be rash... we'll give you the car..."
The middle-aged man's daughter took the car keys from her father's pocket and threw them to Broly. She was a hot blonde, and because she was at home, she wore only a T-shirt and shorts, her legs gleaming white.
"You two come with me. Bring ice and saline solution. Don't try to play any tricks."
After Broly finished speaking, he clenched the double-barreled shotgun and bent it with force, turning it into a U-shape.
"Mutant?!"
The middle-aged man's face was filled with fear, and he immediately gave up resisting, while the girl looked curious.
The car on the farm was an old Ford Pickup. Broly sat in the passenger seat, monitoring the middle-aged man as he drove. The girl sat in the back seat with the medical kit.
"Are you crazy? Leaving a sick person in the desert? Thirty-five kilometers away, she should be dead by now!"
The girl was immediately angry when she heard that the destination was thirty-five kilometers away.
"I ran here in just over half an hour. She won't be in trouble with her constitution," Broly said. The girl was shocked and covered her mouth. She thought Broly had walked for a day and a night to reach the farm.
The old pickup truck roared, kicking up a cloud of dust in the desert. The middle-aged man pushed the pickup's speed to its limit, just to get rid of this plague as soon as possible.
Twenty minutes later, the pickup stopped where Broly had dug the pit.
Broly got out of the car, his brows furrowed. The combat suit he'd used to cover the sand pit was gone, the edge of the pit was covered in footprints, and Kakarot was missing.
"Who is active in this area?"
He grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar and lifted him up.
"Cough... cough... cough... let... let go... I can't breathe."
The middle-aged man found that Broly's grip was stronger than a bear's, and he was about to be choked.
"The... the Reyes Group's mules. They smuggle hallucinogens around here. Goods from Mexico and Colombia are transported through them to the United States... you... aren't you from the Reyes Group?"
He said with difficulty.
The reason he became so compliant was that he suspected Broly was from the Reyes Group. The Reyes Group had many mutant members, who were ruthless and committed all sorts of evil deeds. Anyone who offended them would have their families destroyed, and the only way to survive was to flee Texas.
The FBI had planned several operations against the Reyes Group, but all of them had failed, with heavy losses and no results.
The middle-aged man was just an ordinary farmer and didn't dare to offend these vicious criminals.
"They're dead."
Broly pressed the Battle Power Detection Glasses on his head. The glasses had already recorded Kakarot's Battle Power signature, and he could easily locate her anywhere on Earth.
[Shame of the Saiyans: Ding! It's a disgrace for a Saiyan of the warrior race to be kidnapped! Please rescue the missing Kakarot. Mission reward: 20 Revival Points]