Annihilating the Predator Mercenary Group (Part 1)

Early morning, sunlight spilled onto the beach of Turtle Hermit's House, the shimmering sea surface looking as if it were inlaid with countless crushed diamonds. Zhou Zilong stood on the sand, taking a deep breath of the fresh sea breeze; last night, he had brought his Kamehameha to the point of perfect control, and now, he was ready to embark on his journey to eradicate the evil force known as the "Predator Mercenary Group."

Zhou Zilong took an exquisite little bottle from his pocket, gently pressed the button on its top, and tossed it out.

With a "pong" sound, a fighter jet resembling a JAS 39 Gripen appeared on the beach. This fighter was something he had modified based on the fighter jets of his original world; not only did it possess powerful maneuverability, but it was also equipped with an advanced weapons system.

"Wow! Zilong, this plane of yours is really cool!" Master Roshi walked out of the house and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration upon seeing the fighter jet before him.

"Master, if you like this plane, I'll build one for you after I finish off that Viba Legion," Zhou Zilong replied with a smile. He knew that although Master Roshi was a powerful martial artist, he was still a child at heart and always full of curiosity about new things.

"Haha, no need for a plane, I don't really have a use for it. But if you can build some other fun things, you can give some to your master," Master Roshi stroked his chin, a look of anticipation sparkling in his eyes.

"Alright, once I've dealt with that Viba Legion, I'll build some fun things for you, Master!" Zhou Zilong promised solemnly.

After speaking, Zhou Zilong entered the fighter jet he had created. He skillfully pressed a few buttons, and the fighter started instantly, emitting a low and powerful roar. Under Zhou Zilong's control, the fighter rose slowly, and after reaching a certain altitude, it shot off like an arrow from a bow, kicking up a spray of waves on the sea.

During the flight, Zhou Zilong placed the mysterious item the Viba Legion had given him onto an instrument. This instrument was a custom-made decoder capable of cracking various complex information and codes.

Before long, the instrument displayed a specific set of coordinates, and Zhou Zilong immediately adjusted his course, flying toward that location.

Just as Zhou Zilong was heading toward the Predator Mercenary Group, he flew over a certain place. In a large room, a guy wearing a purple ninja outfit with the appearance of a dog said to a short, blue-skinned person wearing a small round hat: "Emperor Pilaf, I just saw a very handsome plane fly over our heads!"

If Zhou Zilong were here, he would certainly have recognized who these guys were; after all, these fellows had clashed with young Goku several times in the first Dragon Ball series.

Pilaf replied to the dog-like guy: "Oh? Then Shu, did you record what that plane looked like!"

Shu immediately replied: "Yes, I had Mai film it!"

Pilaf then said: "Good, I'll go take a look at what that plane looks like. If possible, we'll build one to use as a tool for conquering the world!"

Meanwhile, at the camp of the Predator Mercenary Group, Golden was conducting a new round of training. He showed no mercy to his subordinates; under his training, groups of people were sent flying, only to stand back up and continue training. This cruel training method made the soldiers tougher and braver, but it also filled them with awe and fear toward Golden.

"Rest for ten minutes, then continue!" Seeing that no one could stand up, Golden said coldly. The soldiers collapsed to the ground, relieved, gasping for air. They knew this was only a brief rest, and even more brutal training awaited them afterward.

Just then, a slender man dressed in blue-black clothing ran in. "Instructor Golden, we have detected a flying object approaching us at a very high speed. The Commander sent me to report it to you!" he said, panting.

Golden frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart. He looked up at the sky and indeed saw a blurred figure approaching rapidly. He immediately realized that this might be their enemy.

"Champions, go and destroy this unidentified flying object heading toward us!" Golden shouted. The soldiers immediately scrambled up from the ground, grabbing their weapons to prepare for battle.

Five minutes later, a group of well-equipped soldiers appeared at various positions, entering a state of combat readiness. They stood on high alert, waiting for the arrival of the unidentified flying object.

At this moment, Zhou Zilong was still unaware of all this; he continued to fly toward the Predator Mercenary Group, his heart filled with the determination to wipe out this force!

However, after waiting for ten minutes, the unidentified flying object piloted by Zhou Zilong still had not arrived. Some of the impatient peripheral figures began to lower their guard. They put down their combat gear, sitting or lying down, some even chatting and laughing, as if they had forgotten they were in the middle of a tense battlefield environment.

When Golden, who was out patrolling, saw these peripheral figures letting their guard down, he was furious. He walked up and reprimanded them loudly: "Bastards! Where do you think you are? This is a battlefield! A struggle between life and death! The battle is very close; don't you dare relax until the fighting is resolved!"

Scolded by Golden, those peripheral figures immediately realized their mistake. They scrambled up from the ground, picked up their combat gear again, and the entire formation returned to a tense atmosphere.

At this time, the increasingly closer Zhou Zilong sat in the cockpit of the plane. He smiled slightly and pressed a button marked with an eye symbol. Immediately, a spherical object twenty centimeters in diameter flew out from a spot under the left wing of the ship. This spherical object traced a graceful arc in the air before flying toward the formation of the Predator Mercenary Group.

Not long after, an image popped up on the upper left of the plane's display.

"Such a big formation to welcome me; I'll send you a big gift first in a moment!" Zhou Zilong muttered after seeing this scene.

"Jerry, how much longer until that unidentified flying object reaches us!" At this moment, Baron, on the side of the Predator Mercenary Group, asked into his communication device.

"Instructor Golden, the flying object coming toward us is less than a kilometer away. By my estimate, it will be here in about 20 to 30 seconds!" Jerry replied to Golden from the other end of the communication device.

"I hope the person flying this object has some significant wealth on them, otherwise this formation of ours will be a loss," Golden muttered after receiving the reply.