"I said, Harry, do we really want to go down?"
Looking at the dark sewer opening in front of him, exuding a pungent stench, Garfield swallowed stiffly and looked at Harry beside him with an ugly expression.
Harry looked relaxed, shrugged and said with a smile: "Don't drag me into the water, you are the only one going down."
"What?" Garfield's eyes widened and he looked at Harry in disbelief, his lips trembling slightly, "Didn't we agree to go down together to take a look? Are you going to run away and abandon me?"
Harry was so disgusted that he had goosebumps all over his body. He subconsciously distanced himself from Garfield and said with a look of disgust: "Why are you acting like your elder brother, talking more and more weird, and acting more and more like a mother-in-law. I Let me ask you, who suggested going into the sewer? And who wanted to be the super villain? It’s all your own, so if you don’t go down, who will go down?”
Garfield said pitifully: "Can you just bear to leave me alone..."
"Oh, there's so much nonsense, please come in!"
Harry couldn't stand it anymore, so he raised his foot and kicked Garfield into the sewer.
"ah… "
After the shrill screams, there was no sound of falling into the water.
Harry frowned, held his nose and leaned forward, carefully looking down the well. As a result, he couldn't see anything clearly, and a white spider thread shot towards him, directly hitting him in the face.
"Farke, Garfield, you bastard, you actually carried out a sneak attack!"
Harry screamed, covered his face and stumbled back. Garfield, on the other hand, grabbed the spider's thread and slowly rose out of the well, laughing triumphantly: "I deserve to have you plot against me."
"Ah, my eyes, my eyes..." Harry tugged at the webbing on his face desperately, "Garfield, why don't you come over and help... Oh my God, this thing is as strong and tough as a wire. How dare you cum on it?" On my face!”
"Um... Harry, can you change your words? Why does it sound so awkward to me?"
Garfield looked at Harry, who had a white face and scratched his face with both hands, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.
Why does the style of this scene feel wrong
Fortunately, although this spider silk is very tough, it will automatically melt away after a period of time without leaving any traces.
In fact, Peter's spider silk also has this property. Otherwise, he would be like urine wandering around New York. In less than ten days and a half, all the high-rise buildings in New York would be covered with suspicious white stains.
Although Garfield couldn't shoot the spider silk produced in his body from his wrist like Peter, he still tinkered with a wrist launcher that could shoot spider silk.
As for a mere high school student, even if Harry used his own funds to stay temporarily, he could only develop such high-tech equipment in just a few hours. It can only be said that he is extremely talented.
At the same time, in a hidden corner of New York's maze-like sewer system, four giant turtles were performing difficult acrobatics under the supervision of a giant mouse in a monk's robe.
For example, standing on stilts, holding the plate with one hand, and using chopsticks with the other hand to pick up the eggs on the plate...
Another example is skipping with a basketball on your head, and during the rope skipping process, the basketball cannot fall...
The most amazing thing is to let one of the big turtles do somersaults and memorize the dictionary at the same time...
I don’t know how I came up with this trick, each one is more damaging than the last.
Even though it is a big rat, and it is a big rat that lives in the sewer, this rat is well groomed and meticulous. Especially the Taoist robes on his body, although they are old, they are cleaned very neatly. With his hands behind his back, he actually had the aura of an outsider.
This is the teacher of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, the mutant rat-Splinter!
"I have said many times that you are not allowed to go out casually. This will not only bring danger to you, but also may bring danger to Miss Megan."
Splinter looked at the four turtle disciples performing acrobatics, and reprimanded him angrily: "If Miss Megan hadn't fought to the death to rescue us, we would have perished in the fire."
"Don't worry, Master."
Raphael, who was holding a plastic straw against his plate, smiled nonchalantly and said, "We were very careful, no one noticed us."
"Really?"
Splinter slowly walked up to Raphael, sneered and looked at him up and down for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his tail and whipped Raphael away.
"You brat, you are the one who has caused the most trouble!"
Splinter said angrily: "Who asked you to act without authorization and go to the dock to attack those mysterious people? Not only that, but there were witnesses left behind. They have filmed your identity and may find us at any time." Hideout."
Raphael stood up and said with some dissatisfaction: "What are you afraid of? If you come one, I will fight one, if you come with a pair, I will fight a pair. Master, we are already so powerful, are we still afraid of those people?"
“Looking at the sky from a well, you don’t know how high the sky is.”
Splinter snorted and snapped his fingers at Michelangelo who was memorizing the dictionary. Michelangelo quickly stopped, pulled out a notebook from his turtle shell, and opened a surveillance video.
"Have you seen this girl clearly?"
Splinter asked, pointing at Megan on the screen.
The four turtles came forward at the same time, rubbing their chins and analyzing: "She's so beautiful... Although her skin is not too white, I like that healthy wheat color... She has a great figure, look at this outfit... "
Hearing the comments of the four turtles, Splinter couldn't help but pick up the stick next to him and hit the heads of the four turtles hard: "Idiot, this is Miss Megan!"
"What?"
The four turtles widened their eyes and looked at Megan on the screen in disbelief: "She... isn't she a little girl? Oh my god, it has only been so long, and she has grown so big... and she is still so popular. Hot and pretty?"
"Damn it, wipe the saliva from the corners of your mouth, don't forget your identities... It's impossible for you to be with her!"
Splinter hated the stick.
"Master, your thoughts are very dirty. We are obviously just admiring the beautiful scenery. Where did you think about it?"
"Haha, don't you know, the master was alone at night... No, when he was a mouse, he used my notebook to write..."
Before Michelangelo could finish speaking, Splinter whipped him away with a stick.
Seeing the strange looks that the other three turtles looked at him, Splinter coughed twice, tried hard to maintain his aura of a worldly master, and said in a low voice: "Anyway, the enemy has also noticed Miss Megan, we must think A way to protect her and prevent her from being plotted by the enemy like her father."
"I've been talking for a long time, after so many years, master, who was the murderer of Miss Megan's father?"
Leonardo da Vinci, the boss of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, took a step forward and asked in a deep voice.
Splinter sighed and said quietly: "It's Miss Megan's stepfather, Eric..."