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Watching his own transformation, Smith Doyle smiled. Saiyan blood was truly a fascinating power.
He had absorbed the martial arts knowledge from the character card and, after stretching his limbs, found that he could easily control his newfound combat power without any difficulties.
Facing the punching bags in the training room, Smith Doyle effortlessly punched through one. He wanted to try a Kamehameha, but worried that a misfire could destroy the entire textile factory.
Still, while he couldn't unleash his full power, controlling a small energy blast should be manageable.
Placing his hands at his waist, Smith Doyle formed a glowing energy sphere in his palms, radiating a brilliant white light.
"Kamehameha!"
"Hah… hah… hah!"
Controlling the energy output carefully, a white beam shot from his hands, destroying every punching bag in its path before finally hitting the wall.
"Boom!"
The wall of the training room exploded, leaving a massive hole. Smith Doyle gazed at the destruction with satisfaction. He could repair it with minimal effort, but the damage was undeniable.
With his current strength, weapons like rocket launchers or tanks posed no threat, and he no longer worried about the next superpowered hero appearing on the scene.
A fully powered Kamehameha could probably push the moon away just like Master Roshi. If it hit a city, the devastation would be unimaginable.
Smith Doyle exhaled, just as the training room door swung open. Fox and a few team members rushed in.
"Smith! What happened here?"
"Was there an attack?"
Fox asked nervously, his gaze landing on the enormous hole blasted through the wall.
Smith Doyle laughed.
"Haha, don't worry.""There were no enemies. This… was just my training."
Fox's jaw dropped in disbelief.
"This… this has the destructive power of C4!"
Smith Doyle waved a hand.
"Fox, I'll leave this in your hands. I'm going back."
Watching Smith Doyle leave, Fox stood frozen for a few seconds before beginning to make arrangements.
The next day
In the office, a beautiful young girl appeared before Smith Doyle—Bulma from the early Dragon Ball series.
She was only sixteen. Seeing Smith Doyle in person, she thought: Oh my gosh… such a handsome older brother!
Noticing Bulma's obvious admiration, Smith Doyle cleared his throat.
"Ahem.""Bulma, welcome to this world. I have something I'd like your help with."
Bulma's gaze remained fixed on him.
"Brother Smith, what do you need me to do?"
Smith Doyle explained:
"I need you to do three things. First, build a Dragon Radar. Second, develop a gravity chamber. Third, construct a space capsule."
Smith Doyle considered the Dragon Radar simple enough—this would make it easier for his team to collect Dragon Balls in the future. A space capsule shouldn't be difficult for Bulma either, though materials might be limited. The gravity chamber could take more time.
Bulma looked surprised.
"A Dragon Radar? Are the legends about Dragon Balls real?"
Smith Doyle nodded.
"It's all true. I'll assign people to assist you. If you need anything or any materials, just let me know."
Proudly, Bulma lifted her chin.
"If Brother Smith asks it, I'll do it."
Smith Doyle pressed a button on his desk, and soon Fox entered.
Fox was slightly surprised to see a young girl in the office but said nothing. He asked politely:
"Sir, did you call for me?"
Smith Doyle replied:
"Fox, this is Bulma. From now on, she's our chief scientist. You'll arrange her accommodations and assist her in setting up the laboratory whenever she needs help."
Fox was stunned—a scientist this young?
Despite his doubts, he agreed. After all, with others around, he could privately ask Smith Doyle for clarification.
"Yes, sir."
Turning to Bulma, Fox said:
"Miss Bulma, please follow me. I'll arrange your lodging first."
Smith Doyle watched them leave and added:
"Send John Wick here."
As they exited, someone knocked on the door. John Wick entered.
He knelt respectfully on one knee.
"Sir, I await your orders."
Seeing John so deferential, Smith Doyle said:
"John, sit."
John Wick rose and took a seat in the chair beside him.
Smith Doyle looked at him. The once world-weary assassin now radiated vigor and vitality.
"John, Helen has been resurrected."
"But I recommend you don't bring her back to your old residence, nor let her meet your former friends and colleagues. I think you understand how tempting it is to revive someone—and the trouble it could bring."
For the first time, John Wick considered this. That day, he had been lost in the joy of his wife's resurrection.
"Chief, I'll sell the house outside.""Helen and I have decided to stay at headquarters. I'll also apply for a new identity for her."
Smith Doyle nodded.
"I'll cover for you, but you must keep a low profile when necessary.""The world is deeper and more dangerous than you think.""Next, train hard at the base, and spend time with your family."
John Wick thought of the Dragon Balls and realized this world was more complex than he had imagined.
"Yes, sir."
After arranging John Wick's situation, Smith Doyle went to the recovery room, took out the healing capsules from his system backpack, and connected them to the base's power supply.
This equipment was meant for Bulma to maintain, and the healing liquid itself would need to be reproduced by her. After all, supplies were limited and could not be used infinitely.
As Smith Doyle finished, one of his subordinates ran in.
"Sir, an FBI agent wants to see you. His name is Phil Coulson."