In the sewer werewolf base, the sound of electricity piercing through the wall was heard.
A few werewolves who heard the noise looked up and saw that the concrete on the top of the sewer was drilled into a honeycomb with holes everywhere.
Dozens of transparent hoses as thick as thumbs flowed down through the holes that had just been opened.
Thick white smoke was released from these hoses.
Seeing the white smoke, all the werewolves covered their mouths and noses and fled in all directions.
However, dozens of card soldiers wearing closed helmets were already waiting at the entrances of the three passages.
The werewolves fleeing towards the passage were greeted by dense bombardment of tranquilizer bullets.
… …
On the highway directly above the werewolf base, a section of the road was closed and a warning sign for detours was put up.
There were three helicopters parked on the road.
A dozen workers wearing hard hats and carrying toolboxes entered the cabin in batches.
They were all special workers who had just been urgently transferred from the dock apartment building to be responsible for drilling.
Buzz buzz buzz! …
The propellers turned, and three helicopters circled and took off, disappearing into the night with these workers who earned two thousand dollars an hour.
Two large gas tank trucks were parked beside the road where the workers had just been working. A faint buzzing sound of the pressure pumps could be heard from the trucks.
The bottom gas valve of the modified gas tank truck, dozens of hoses lead directly to the underground, and billowing white mist is poured into the sewer.
Two truckloads of anesthetic gas poured in, making it seem as if white smoke was rising from everywhere in the sewers of the entire block.
… …
Plop, plop, plop…
The powerful anesthetic gas of the same type as the anesthetic bullets, the werewolf in the sewer only lasted less than ten seconds,
They fell down one after another like dumplings.
Frank, wearing a pig-nose gas mask on his face, walked to Ryan and looked down at Lucian who was in a coma due to excessive blood loss.
"How to deal with him?"
“Stop the bleeding first. The boss should be interested in the perfect blood he mentioned!
As for whether he lives or dies, it is up to the boss to decide!"
Ryan held the gas mask on his face with one hand and glanced at Lucien, who was naked and still bleeding from his wounds.
After he managed to finish his request with one breath, Lucien fainted.
Due to excessive blood loss, his face was almost pale.
The slingshot knife in Frank's hand is the same as the rapier in Ryan's hand. Anyone who is hit by the knife will have his wound attached by the sharp blade energy and will bleed profusely.
Frank pressed the ejection knife's trigger, and the blade popped out, with a red light flashing on the sharp edge.
Frank squatted down and stabbed Lucien in the abdomen with his backhand...
… … …
"Hey, Da Vinci, they are so cruel that they don't even spare the dead!"
Among a group of unconscious werewolves, two green figures pulled several unconscious werewolves over and pressed them on top of them, obscuring their own figures.
Donatello had a simple gas filter mask on his face, and he was peering out through the armpits of the werewolf that was on top of him.
When he saw Frank stabbing Lucian in the abdomen, he couldn't help but nudge Da Vinci with his elbow.
"Shh! Be quiet!"
Leonardo da Vinci lay on the ground, looking through the gap at the two brothers who were peeking in the distance.
Raphael and Mickey, both wearing pig-nose gas masks, stood behind a group of black-armored soldiers, standing on tiptoe and looking around.
The expressions on their faces made Da Vinci a little confused about their situation.
Was he arrested? Mickey doesn't look like that!
At this time, a group of scavengers wearing yellow protective suits walked into the passage one after another.
These people worked in groups of two, carrying the stretcher.
Coming to the unconscious werewolves,
Inject the anesthetic needle, tie up the limbs, stuff a gag in the mouth, and carry it away, all in one go.
Two people shared a stretcher, with one or two werewolves on each stretcher.
In addition to stretchers, some scavengers wearing yellow protective suits also pulled a modified simple four-wheeled cart.
Four or five tied-up werewolves were thrown onto a cart and then dragged into the sewer nearby.
The rumbling sound of the wheels rolling seemed to be right next to his ears. Leonardo da Vinci's hands were gripped on the hilt of the knife behind him, and his muscles were tense to the extreme.
He didn't think that he and Taro could hide the truth from this group of people, unless they were all blind.
The rubber wheels stopped in front of him, and four feet in protective shoes walked towards him.
Seeing that the two scavengers were about to move the werewolf that was pressing on him, Leonardo da Vinci quietly pulled out half of the knife in his hand.
"Two more turtles?"
A cold voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Da Vinci's actions.
He looked through the gap in the werewolf's arm and saw a woman in black leather clothes looking at him with interest.
A woman with shoulder-length black hair and cold eyes, like a goddess of the night.
Although Leonardo da Vinci was not a human, his aesthetic sense was no different from that of humans.
Even he was stunned by Selina's appearance.
However, the two black pistols pointed at him by Selina quickly brought him to his senses.
"Capture her and switch out Raphael and Mickey!"
Looking at Selina, who was dressed obviously differently, and was obviously an important person in this group, an idea suddenly popped up in Da Vinci's mind.
He kicked his strong legs upward suddenly, and the two werewolves on top of him directly knocked the two scavengers away.
Leonardo took the opportunity to push the ground with one hand, then jumped up with a somersault.
The samurai sword in his right hand was unsheathed and slashed at Selina in the face.
But considering that he wanted to kidnap her in exchange for Raphael and the others, Da Vinci turned the handle of the knife in his palm, turned the blade, and lashed the back of the knife towards Selena's neck!
“Puff, puff, puff…”
Selina faced Da Vinci who was rushing towards her and the shining long knife in his hand.
He kicked his feet and leaped backwards, and the samurai sword in Leonardo's hand brushed past Selina's nose.
“Puff, puff, puff…”
Selina leaped backwards, and while in mid-air, she emptied half the magazines of the double pistols in her hands in an instant.
Facing the incoming bullets, Da Vinci turned around, curled up his hands and feet, and used the thick tortoise shell behind him to block Selina's double gun shots.
“Ding ding ding ding ding…”
The silver-tipped bullet hit the dark green turtle shell and actually made a metallic sound.
"What a hard turtle shell!"
Not far away, Frank saw this scene, touched his chin, and nodded in the direction of Da Vinci.
"Laien, can your sword pierce its shell?"
"You won't know until you try it!" Lai En looked at Da Vinci's reversed blade with a hint of regret in his eyes.
If the turtle man had used the blade instead of the back of the knife, he could have proved it to Frank.
Can his rapier penetrate the turtle's shell
"The boss's flight will land at the airport in an hour and a half,"
Ryan looked at the Rolex watch on his wrist and said to Frank:
"I have to rush to the airport to pick you up. I'll leave this to you!"
"Go ahead and don't worry! Take me to say hello to the boss!" Frank waved his hand and watched the fight between the green turtle and Selina intently.
Ryan nodded and hurriedly walked towards a sewer entrance leading to the outside world with two card soldiers.
Time is running out, although a helicopter has been arranged to wait outside and can take off to the airport at any time.
At the airport, seven Mercedes-Benz and a Rolls-Royce had also been arranged.
But before that, Lai En still had to wash up and change his clothes. After all, he had been in the sewer for so long and he smelled bad, so it would be inconvenient for him to go see the boss.
… … …
Ding! Ding!
Using the hardness of his tortoise shell to resist the bullets, Leonardo da Vinci's body spun rapidly, rushing towards Selena like a rolling top.
The two long swords in his hands danced quickly, sweeping away the bullets bounced off the tortoise shell.
Crash...
In the sewer, the sound of gun bolts being pulled could be heard.
"Hey, Punisher, that's my brother. He's here to find us. This is a misunderstanding. I'll fix it. I'll fix it!"
Seeing the black-armored soldiers in front and behind him raising their guns, Mickey quickly jumped up and waved his hands at Frank.
Frank looked at Mickey Mouse, who was looming in and out of sight. Sometimes he saw a turtle, and sometimes he could only see a pair of hands.
With a wave of his hand, the card soldiers blocking Mickey made way.
On the other side, Selina emptied the chambers of both guns and reloaded two extended magazines while retreating.
“Puff…”
“Ding Ding!”
Selina fired two shots tentatively, but all the bullets were blocked by the fast-spinning turtle shell.
A spinning top with a long blade that keeps spinning at a fairly fast speed and is also bulletproof.
Selina flicked her wrist, and the two pistols were about to fire the Assassin Brotherhood's unique skill - arc shooting.
"call!"
At this moment, a green figure jumped out from the pile of unconscious werewolves, stepped on the rotating turtle shell, flew into the air again, and hit Selina's gun-holding wrist with the long stick in his hand.
"It's done!"
Donatello waved the long stick in his hand and was about to knock the gun out of the woman's hand. As long as he took her hostage, he could rescue Raphael and Mickey.
when!
A nunchaku was suddenly thrown from a distance and hit Donatello's long stick. The connecting chain in the middle of the nunchaku directly wrapped around the long stick, causing its direction to deviate.
Bang!
Donatello slammed the stick hard on the ground...
"Mickey!"
The stick missed, and Donatello looked at the nunchakus rolled up on the long stick, and looked in the direction where the nunchakus came from in astonishment.
"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding!"
After Michelangelo Mickey threw his nunchaku, he ran in front of Donatello and stretched out his arm to stop him.
At the same time, he intentionally or unintentionally used the turtle shell on his back to block Selina's gun.
"Misunderstanding, Taro, Raphael and I just happened to run into the Punisher and his men. The sewers have been overrun with werewolves recently, and they were commissioned by the Vatican to clean them out!
They don't know the werewolf's base camp,
It just so happened that we were also forced to move by these werewolves, so we brought them here!"
"But..." Looking at Raphael's hand wrapped in gauze walking over, Donatello had some doubts in his mind and was about to speak.
A hand patted his shoulder from behind.
"That was a misunderstanding on our part. Taro and I thought you were captured by werewolves, so we came here and didn't understand the situation at first!"
Leonardo Da Vinci looked at Mickey who was winking at him frantically, put his two swords back behind his back, bowed to Selina and said:
"I'm so sorry, ma'am, no offense intended! It's our fault!"
Selina followed Da Vinci who bowed at a 90-degree angle, nodded slightly, put her two guns back into the gun bags on her legs, and walked away.
"Okay, little turtle, since you have led us to the werewolf base camp, we must keep our word. It is almost dawn, so let's go back to bed early!"
Frank walked up to Mickey with his back to him, stretched out his hand and slapped the stack of US dollars into his hand, and patted his shoulder at the same time:
"I just ruined your pizza, and your brother's hand was injured, take it to buy some medicine!"
The four Ninja Turtles faced Frank, their muscles tensed and they unconsciously took defensive postures.
There was no way. The scene where Frank used a small knife to stab a werewolf as big as Lucian until he looked like a blood gourd was too shocking.
"Thank you! Thank you! If there's nothing else, we'll leave first!"
Michelangelo Mickey clenched the money in his hand and asked Frank inquiringly.
"Go ahead!" Frank waved his hand.
The four Ninja Turtles walked towards the sewer passage doubtfully.
Seeing that no one was trying to stop them, the four of them unknowingly quickened their pace.
As their figures disappeared in the passage, a sound of running footsteps was heard in the passage.
The scene returned to calm, and a group of scavengers continued to carry the unconscious werewolf in an orderly manner.
Frank put his hands in his pockets and watched the progress of the cleanup.
The scene was now cleaned up, and the unconscious werewolf and its corpse were carried out of the hall which was converted from a sewer.
After all the scavengers withdrew, the card soldiers also evacuated the sewers through various exits.
Selena left shortly after Ryan left.
Frank, who was in charge of the aftermath, watched until the end, and saw a card soldier carrying a medical kit passing by.
He stretched out his hand and beckoned the medic to his side.
"Has the blood sample of that little turtle been preserved?"
"It's already stored!" reported the medic who had just bandaged Raphael Laf's wound.
Frank nodded:
"Send it to Raccoon Town together with the werewolf blood sample and give it to Professor Connors!"
"Yes! Sir!"
The cube-shaped medic who worked directly under Frank saluted.
Just as Frank was the last one to leave the sewer,
An Airbus 310 flying from Ushuaia, Argentina to New York is entering the airspace over New York.
"Wow, who is that? It looks like a figure, someone who can fly. Is that Superman?"
A child's scream was heard in the business class, which was unusually loud in the quiet early morning.
Tang Song, who was holding Fox with one arm and letting her sleep soundly on his shoulder, heard the child's scream. He had an idea and lifted up the curtain covering the plane window.
Outside the cabin, the sun had not yet risen. The sky was dim and the clouds were already slightly white.
An extremely flamboyant iron man with golden and red skins was flying through the clouds with blue flames spitting out from his hands and feet.
The golden-red figure flashed through the clouds, leaving a cloud line in the air. Shortly after he left, a federal fighter jet came chasing from a distance and headed in his direction.