“My ass!”
In the dim sewer, a howl was heard.
The shrill sound scared several black rats that came out to look for food and they fled in panic.
"Shut up, Mitch! Your butt is fine, we're in big trouble!"
Michelangelo Mickey looked at Raphael Raff squatting in front of him with confused eyes, then looked at the human soldier patrolling with a gun beside him, and was a little confused about the situation.
"Listen, Mickey, they are here to cause trouble for those werewolves. They need us to lead them to the werewolf base. We can take this opportunity to drive these werewolves out of the sewer..."
"Hey, man, what's wrong with your hand?"
Mickey stared at Rafael Laf's wrist.
Both of Raphael Lav's wrists were wrapped in thick gauze.
Raphael Lav subconsciously retracted his hands behind his back and put them behind his back as if nothing had happened:
“Nothing, I just fell and dislocated my wrist!
Mickey, this is an opportunity. As long as these humans can get rid of those damn werewolves, we won't have to move...
Hey, what are you doing... "
Lavr Lav was quick to grab Michelangelo Mickey's hand.
She stopped him from pulling out the nunchaku from his waist and shook her head gently at him.
Michelangelo Mickey looked at Raphael Lav's wrist wrapped in white medical gauze, his eyes under the orange-red eye mask were full of anger:
"They hurt you, Raph, and I'm going to teach them a lesson!"
"Don't be impulsive, Mickey, we are no match for them!"
Raphael, who was always impulsive, became the calm one at this moment.
"Remember the little prop that Taro made for us? Stay calm and don't be impulsive!"
Michelangelo Mickey's heart was moved when he heard what Raphael Laf said.
If he remembered correctly, the small prop that Taylor made for them recently was a directional device that displayed the direction in real time.
Pressing the switch will automatically trigger the alarm system on Taro's computer.
In other words, Taro and the others have now discovered their situation.
What they need to do now is to delay time and wait for Da Vinci and Taro to come to the rescue.
When the time comes, with the combined strength of the four of them, they will definitely be able to defeat this group of people.
After realizing this, he slowly loosened his grip on the nunchaku.
"Have you finished your discussion, kid? Now that your brother is awake, lead the way!"
Frank, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, stood in front of two Ninja Turtles that were less than 1.6 meters tall, and suddenly a shadow covered them.
With the residual light of the square soldier's searchlight, Michelangelo Mickey raised his head and saw the hideous skull on Frank's T-shirt at a glance.
"Hey, I've seen you, big guy, you're the Punisher!"
Michelangelo Mickey almost jumped right up, as one of New York's self-proclaimed superheroes.
With his eccentric personality, he always pays attention to the movements of his peers.
Among them are of course Daredevil and The Punisher, who were very popular some time ago.
There has always been a rumor in the underground world that Kingpin died at the hands of the Punisher.
Michelangelo Mickey once asked Taylor to help him hack into the city government's surveillance system and retrieve some video footage from it.
Among them is a video of the Punisher and Daredevil fighting against the Kingpin together.
Unlike Daredevil who likes to wear a mask and hood, the Punisher has always disdained to hide his head and show his tail.
Especially his unchanging, iconic skull shirt, which made Mickey recognize the person in front of him at a glance.
"Punisher, we are not enemies, we are also superheroes, the famous Ninja Turtles,"
When Michelangelo Mickey's eyes met Frank's scrutinizing gaze, his voice suddenly dropped to half, and he said in a low voice:
"Uh, well, I'm just a little famous in the surrounding few blocks!"
Superheroes, these two turtles? Not those alien monsters, or mutants
Frank examined Michelangelo Mickey;
He habitually took out the cigar box from his arms and tried to take out a cigar and light it up, just like the boss.
Just as he rubbed his fingers together, a cluster of bean-sized flames appeared out of thin air at his fingertips.
Wow! A stream of water rushed down from the sky and directly extinguished the flames on his fingertips.
"The concentration of methane in this abandoned sewer is quite high. Be careful of explosion!"
Lai En spread out his palms, and a stream of transparent water flowed across his palms as smoothly as a ribbon.
"Okay!" Frank shrugged, indicating that he understood, took the cigar and put it back in the cigar box.
Lai En waved his hand casually, and the water flow wrapped in his palm turned into a high-pressure water column that hit the wall beside him, splashing a large amount of water.
“It’s a far cry from the boss…”
Looking at the large area of collapsed wall, Lai En shook his head in disappointment.
The boss can use a few drops of water to produce the power of an automatic rifle, but what he has is at best just a high-pressure water jet.
However, Lai En felt the ability to control the flow of water as if it came from deep in his blood, and was genuinely shocked by his boss's methods.
In his impression, this method of giving power to others is an authority that only legendary gods have.
“It’s time to go!”
Selina walked over with a cold face and gestured to the two of them.
"In a few hours, the boss should be getting off the plane!"
Ryan nodded and said to Frank:
"Frank, you lead the way with these three!"
… … …
"Are you turtle people?"
Martin looked at the two Ninja Turtles brothers walking beside him. He was shocked and frightened by their appearance, but also afraid that with two more competitors he would lose his job as a dock security guard.
He looked at the dark green tortoise shell that Michelangelo was carrying with some cringe.
There has always been a rumor circulating among the Mole People that there is a giant man-eating crocodile lurking in the sewers of New York, preying on lone wanderers and the Mole People living in the sewers.
Could it be that these two turtle-men are the legendary crocodiles? Judging from their skin color, they do look alike.
"We are Ninja Turtles, not Turtlemen!"
Michelangelo Mickey glared at Martin with some displeasure. He was furious, but he didn't dare to vent it on the homeless man in front of him.
"Okay, Ninja Turtles," Martin said.
Perhaps it was because the round shells and heads of the two turtles were too unintimidating. After walking for a distance, Martin couldn't help but ask:
"Do you eat humans?"
"Do you think that stinky flesh of yours smells like pizza?" Michelangelo Mickey turned around and asked.
"Huh?" Martin was choked, hesitated for a moment, and was about to continue asking questions.
Michelangelo glared at him fiercely and threatened: "If you say anything again, I will blow your head off!"
Martin looked at the nunchakus on the waist of the big green turtle and decisively chose to shut up.
To cope with flooding after heavy rains, New York has thousands of miles of pipelines and dozens of sewage treatment plants.
Under this super city is a huge underground maze.
Even if one has a sewer map in hand, it is easy to get lost in this huge underground maze.
Of course, Martin, who has lived here for several years, and the two Ninja Turtles brothers, who have lived here for more than ten years, are naturally familiar with the route. Under their leadership.
Lai En and his companions wandered in the sewer for nearly half an hour before they heard a faint noise coming from the front.
"Sniff!" Selina's nose twitched slightly and she glanced at Ryan beside her.
"It's the smell of those big dogs, at least dozens of them!"
Ryan glanced at Frank.
"position!"
Frank raised his hand and the soldiers behind him stopped.
As he gave orders on the command channel, two soldiers pulled out several simple metal parts from their backpacks and quickly assembled them together to form something that resembled a satellite radar dish cover.
Install a high-power battery.
Soon a device similar to a simple signal transmitter took shape.
Place this signal transmitter on the side of the sewer
After a card soldier pressed the switch, the signal transmitter immediately emitted a continuous stream of strong frequency signals to the outside.
The other card soldiers checked their equipment, pulled out the magazines to check the bullets,
The magazine was filled with green hollow bullets with silver tips.
This is a special powerful anesthetic bullet developed by Osborne Laboratory according to Boss Tang's requirements.
In order to develop this anesthetic bullet, Frank led the team to capture some dark creatures for experiments during this period.
The vampire used for the experiment only lasted fifteen seconds under this special anesthetic bullet.
This time, the silver-plated bullets are filled with double the dose of anesthetic.
… … …
After the signal generator is installed, it continuously emits strong frequency signals.
The signal was sent out within a minute before it was quickly captured by Skynet Information Department's artificial intelligence Red Queen.
According to the predetermined procedure, Red Queen directly sent the coordinates of the signal to several fully armed card teams that were already ready for battle.
The card soldiers distributed on the rooftops of various buildings rose into the air on their black magic skateboards, crossed the night, and rushed towards the target point.
… … …
A large and spacious "bright" space was separated from an abandoned sewer.
This sewer turning point is divided into several large rooms, separated by iron fences and stone slabs. The space inside is clean, bright and dry.
Each room is filled with furniture and appliances. If it weren't in the sewer, this place would be like a huge apartment.
In a room full of electrical parts, a Ninja Turtle wearing a purple eye mask was lazily lying on the sofa.
Holding a large bag of potato chips in one hand, he reached into the bag with the other hand, occasionally grabbing a piece and putting it in his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound.
Next to the sofa, a display screen was playing the latest Hollywood blockbuster.
“Ding ding ding ding ding ding…”
A sharp and rapid alarm suddenly sounded from the speaker above a computer host in the room.
The Ninja Turtle wearing a purple eye mask was stunned when he heard the alarm, then he threw the potato chips aside in panic and jumped up from the sofa.
Quickly came to a computer, and heard a burst of rapid keyboard typing.
On the computer screen, two moving red dots flashed on a map.
"Oh my God!" The Ninja Turtle wearing a purple eye mask exclaimed as he looked at the movement trajectory of the two red dots.
"Da Vinci, it's bad, Raphael and the other two have gone to the werewolf's lair!"
The Ninja Turtle wearing a purple eye mask rushed out of the room almost like the wind.
In the open area outside, in a training ground surrounded by barbed wire, a Ninja Turtle wearing a blue eye mask was training his swordsmanship on a row of dummies.
Hearing the shouts, he frowned, put his two swords back into the scabbards behind him, bent his strong legs and jumped directly out of the fence that was more than one person high.
"Tairo, what's going on? Explain it clearly!"
"Raphael and Mickey's positioning devices have triggered the alarm. The positioning devices show that they are heading towards the base camp of the werewolves!"
Donatello explained to the boss in a panic.
Donatello is the fourth of the four Ninja Turtles. He is good at using a long staff and is also a scientific genius.
Some of the equipment used by the four brothers were invented and manufactured by him.
As for the Ninja Turtle with two knives stuck in his back and a blue eye patch on his face, he is the eldest of the four brothers, Leonardo da Vinci.
Perhaps because of his age, he is the most stable among the four brothers.
As for the other two, they were naturally the second oldest, Raphael Raff, and the third oldest, Michelangelo Mickey.
The four brothers were named after artists from the Italian Renaissance.
"They went to the werewolf base camp!?"
When Leonardo da Vinci heard what the fourth brother said, his expression suddenly became solemn.
"Yes, the locator shows that they are indeed heading towards the werewolf base camp!
What should we do? Should we rescue them directly, or notify the teacher to help? "
Donatello was a little flustered, but his tone was filled with fear of the werewolves.
But it was clear that abandoning his brothers was never an option for him.
"No need to notify the teacher. Get ready, take your inventions with you, and we'll save the people and leave. Don't fight to the bitter end!"
The four brothers would spy on the werewolves when they had nothing to do and would make bets with them from time to time. Leonardo da Vinci naturally knew how powerful those werewolves were.
He knew very well that if they fought hard, even with the help of the teacher, they would have no chance of winning.
It would be best if he could secretly rescue Raphael and Mickey, but if he couldn't, he didn't want to implicate the teacher.
"Okay, I'll go get the stuff!"
Donatello nodded, went straight back to his room, packed up a few tools, picked up the long stick in the room, and left their secret base with Leonardo da Vinci.
… … …
In the werewolf base camp, the four walls of the sewer were chiseled open and surrounded by iron fences on two sides, forming an open space the size of a football field.
In the open space, a group of young werewolves were fighting and wrestling together shirtless, venting their abundant energy.
Most of them are newcomers who have just been converted and cannot fully master their own powers.
On the stone platform, Lucien sat on an old sofa with his chest exposed, holding a small flat wine jug in his hand, taking a sip from time to time.
The fights between these young werewolves in the audience seemed to arouse no interest at all for the wolf leader.
In other words, after seeing the destroyed vampire castle, Lucien was confused for a moment.
After the death of his beloved woman, the only motivation that kept him alive was revenge, and he wanted to kill Victor to avenge his lover.
However, fate seemed to play a joke on him.
He prepared for hundreds of years, and just when his revenge was about to be completed, his enemy suddenly died.
So, what has he been busy with all these years
Gulp, gulp, after drinking a jug of strong liquor, Lucien threw the jug in his hand to the ground.
He stood up, threw off his leather jacket, and was about to go down to join this chaotic fight without rules amid the cheers of the werewolves.
“Puff…”
The warm atmosphere made all the werewolves in the open space fall into frenzy.
The young werewolf closest to the sewer entrance, influenced by the fanatical atmosphere, also followed Lucien's example, took off his coat, held it in his hands, and swung it wildly.
The two card soldiers who had sneaked into the sewer saw the smooth back in front of them and raised their guns at the same time.
"Um?"
The young werewolf felt a sudden pain in his back and he couldn't help but reach back.
Before his hand could touch his back, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes and fell backwards.
Before he landed on the ground, two card soldiers crossed their arms and grabbed him, slowly placing him on the ground.
After silently dealing with a werewolf, the two soldiers quietly stood up. The black magic armor on their bodies kept simulating the pheromones of the werewolves, covering up the smell on their bodies.
“Puff! Puff!”
Two shots, and another frenzied werewolf fell.
“Puff…”
A series of nearly silent gunshots were inconspicuous amid the shouting.
Soon, the guards who had their backs to the sewer entrance were all killed silently.
At the entrance of the sewer, card soldiers quietly filed in one after another.