Annihilating the Predator Mercenary Group (Part 1)

Early morning, sunlight spilled across the beach at 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 effortless control, and now, he was prepared to embark on his journey to eliminate the evil force known as the Predator Mercenary Group.

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

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

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

"Master, if you like this plane, I'll build one for you once I've finished off that Weiba Mercenary Group," 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, Master doesn't really have a use for one. But if you can build some fun things, you can certainly give some to Master," Master Roshi stroked his chin, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Alright, once I've dealt with that Weiba Mercenary Group, I'll build you some fun toys!" Zhou Zilong promised firmly.

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

During the flight, Zhou Zilong placed the mysterious object given to him by the Weiba Mercenary Group onto an instrument. This device was a custom-made decoder capable of cracking all sorts of complex information and codes.

Before long, the instrument displayed a specific set of coordinates. Zhou Zilong immediately adjusted his heading and flew 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 cap: "Emperor Pilaf, I just saw a very handsome plane fly over us!"

If Zhou Zilong were here, he would certainly recognize 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 answered: "Yes, I had Mai film it!"

Pilaf then added: "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 Predator Mercenary Group's camp, Golden was conducting a new round of training. He showed no mercy to his subordinates; under his training, groups of men were sent flying, only to stand back up and continue. This brutal training method made the soldiers tougher and braver, but it also filled them with awe and fear toward Golden.

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

Just then, a slender man dressed in blue-black clothing ran in. "Instructor Golden, we've detected a flying object approaching us at a very high speed. The Commander asked 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 sure enough, saw a blurred figure approaching rapidly. He immediately realized that this might be their enemy.

"Champions, go and wipe out 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 in various positions, entering a state of combat readiness. They stood at the ready, 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 eliminate 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 members began to let their guard down. They set aside 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, combat-ready environment.

When Golden, who had come out to patrol, saw these peripheral members relaxing their vigilance, he was furious. He walked up and reprimanded them loudly: "Bastards! Where do you think you are? This is a battlefield! It's 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 members 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, as he drew closer, Zhou Zilong sat in the cockpit and smiled slightly. He pressed a button marked with an eye icon, and a spherical object twenty centimeters in diameter flew out from a spot beneath the left wing of the aircraft. The sphere traced a graceful arc in the air before heading toward the Predator Mercenary Group's formation.

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

"Such a big welcome for 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?" Baron asked, speaking into his communication device toward the Predator Mercenary Group's side.

"Instructor Golden, that flying object heading our way is less than a kilometer away now. By my estimate, it'll be here in about 20 to 30 seconds!" Jerry replied to Golden from the other side of the comms.

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