Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 81 That Doesn't Look Like an Assassin

Broly felt the bombardment of the city lord's mansion, but he didn't know why someone would attack here.

"It's over. The city lord has returned with his army. He wants to treat us all as abandoned pawns."

Someone in the City Lord's Mansion saw the army outside through the window, and when they saw the army outside, they fired at the City Lord's Mansion without hesitation.

Thinking of the crux of the matter, some people's faces quickly turned pale, and they collapsed to the ground after the shelling began.

"I don't want to die. I just got married and my wife is pregnant. I want to see the birth of the child!"

Another person lay on the ground and shouted in a somewhat collapsed manner.

"Woo woo, mom, I should have listened to you earlier and not come to work in the City Lord's Mansion."

……

The sound of artillery fire was rumbling. Although the City Lord's Mansion was built with solid materials and had not yet been collapsed by the shells, it was only a matter of time before it collapsed.

Once the building structure collapsed, not to mention the artillery shells, even if there were no artillery shells, the collapsed buildings alone would be enough to kill a lot of people, and everyone felt despair.

"You said the city lord is outside?"

Broly came over and picked up the man who had said that.

"The city lord is still inside. Whoever is so bold as to open fire directly will do this because he has escaped. We will die, and you, the assassin, will die too. Everyone will die. Hahahaha, damn the city lord, damn it..."

The man who was picked up was already a little frightened and was about to go in to curse Broly when a cannonball came through the window of this floor.

Broly lifted the person up and raised his other hand to catch the cannonball. He caught the cannonball easily, but the flying debris pierced the neck of the person behind him.

"Cough, cough..."

The man opened his eyes wide and made a humming sound, tears rolling down the corners of his eyes, an expression of survival and pain kneaded into his face, distorted and vivid.

Broly: "..."

At this moment, he felt a little angry. In his simple interpersonal relationships, people can be divided into five categories: enemies, strangers, strangers who have helped him, companions and friends, and wife.

There is nothing much to say about strangers. It mainly depends on the judgment of the enemy. Anyone who hurts the latter three types of people will be more likely to be judged as an enemy by Broly.

Although Broly didn't know the name of the person in his hand, but the other party had just helped him find Marquis Bosil, so he put his name on his side.

And now, the person who had helped him was hurt, and Broly's anger was piled up.

Although the stacking was not very high due to lack of familiarity and favorability, he still let go of the man with an injured throat.

"You guys help take care of him, I'll go get the guys outside to stop attacking."

After giving these instructions to the others, Broly grabbed the deformed solid cannonball in his hand and walked to the broken window.

Aim and throw.

The barrel of a gun that was refilling shells in the distance was hit directly into the barrel by a spent shell before it could be ignited and fired. The gunpowder was detonated by the violent impact and the barrel exploded instantly.

The two soldiers closest to the explosion were killed instantly.

And that’s not all, the explosion also triggered an explosion of gunpowder placed nearby.

From a distance, you can see that the area near the exploding cannon has instantly turned into a ball of fire.

Anyone who stayed there was in trouble after the explosion.

"Does the enemy have artillery too, scout? Where is the artillery?"

After being counterattacked, the army formation became somewhat chaotic, and the officer in charge of the bombardment immediately asked the scouts.

"Sir, that's not a cannon, it's something the enemy threw at us with their hands!" The scout opened his mouth wide, his voice trembling a little, but he still told what he saw.

"Throwing something with your hands, are you kidding me?"

The bombardment captain pointed at his own artillery pieces that had been destroyed one by one and shouted.

"It's him! He is the assassin who broke into the City Lord's Mansion. Quick, kill him!"

Holding a telescope, Marquis Bossier said excitedly when he saw Broly breaking the wall and throwing it.

The chief of the weapons department, who also saw the assassin throwing something through a telescope and accurately destroyed their artillery, fell silent.

He really wanted to ask the Marquis beside him, is that something a normal human being can do?
But knowing the temper of the Marquis Bossier, he did not ask, but after the artillery was almost destroyed, he ordered the soldiers to launch a long-range volley at the enemies that appeared.

"pang, pang, pang..."

The dull sound of rifles rang out in the army like firecrackers.

Over at the City Lord's Mansion, after Broly had dealt with the artillery attacking this side, he had already started to dust off his hands and was about to stop throwing things, but he didn't expect a bunch of bullets to suddenly come towards him.

Broly wanted to take it, but there were too many bullets, like raindrops, and he was hit one after another.

The power of the rifle bullet was not weakened much at a distance of fifty or sixty meters, but Broly only felt a tingling sensation where he was hit, which was unexpectedly comfortable, like the feeling of an ordinary person experiencing a massage for the first time.

So Broly turned his back and let the rain of bullets hit his back, experiencing this unique massage method.

Until someone on the third floor of the City Lord's Mansion wanted to move, but was accidentally hit in the arm by a stray bullet and cried out in pain.

Broly just realized that the current situation seemed to be an attack from the opponent.

He grabbed a handful of flying bullets and threw them at the army not far away.

It was like the effect of a shotgun, and a small number of soldiers fell where they were thrown.

"Hey, guys over there, can't you stop attacking?"

Broly asked loudly as he threw it.

"I just came to ask Marquis Bosir a question. Why do you all want to attack me like this?"

Broly felt a little aggrieved that he came to the City Lord's Mansion to ask the Marquis questions but was attacked by a group of people, but his grievance was destined not to be understood by the soldiers on the opposite side.

The soldiers looked at their comrades who kept falling around them and saw the heavy losses suffered by their own side. Because of the chain explosion of gunpowder just now, three digits of people had already died.

Although this number of casualties is not too large compared to an army of 5,000 people, the enemy on the opposite side only has one person.

And after suffering such losses, they didn't even cause any damage to the enemy that appeared at the window.

This made the soldiers in the front row, who could see the situation most clearly, feel a deep and powerless despair.

"Monster, that's a real monster, rifle bullets have no effect on him at all."

"No, we can't fight against a monster like that..."

The soldiers in the front row began to lose their will to fight. If it weren't for the supervision team watching them from behind, some of them might have dropped their guns and ran away.

"My Lord Marquis, that doesn't seem to be an assassin, but just someone who wants to ask you a question. Why don't you go to the front of the battle and talk to him?"

The Chief of the Armament Department wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. At a time when the army was unable to do anything about the assassin, he was advising Marquis Bossier.

Marquis Bosier: "..."

(End of this chapter)