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Chapter 200
chapter 0120 part 1
Chapter 120: Werewolves in the Sewer
"My butt!"
In the dim Sewer, a miserable howl rang out. The shrill sound scared several rats that had come out to forage, sending them fleeing in panic.
"Shut up, Mickey! Your butt is fine, we're in big trouble!"
Michelangelo looked with a confused gaze at Raphael squatting in front of him, then looked at the Human Soldiers patrolling with guns beside him, momentarily unable to figure out the situation.
"Listen, Mickey, they are here to find trouble with those Werewolves, and need us to lead the way for them to that group of Werewolves' Base Camp. We can take this opportunity to drive this group of Werewolves out of the Sewer..."
"Hey, I say Brother, what's wrong with your hand?"
Mickey stared intently at Raphael Raph's wrist.
Both of Raphael Raph's wrists were wrapped in thick gauze.
Raphael Raph subconsciously pulled his hands behind his back and clasped them behind his back as if nothing was wrong: "Nothing, just fell down, my wrist is dislocated! Mickey, this is an opportunity. As long as this group of Humanity eliminates those damned Werewolves, we won't have to move... Hey, what are you doing..."
Raphael Raph quickly grabbed Michelangelo's hand, stopping his attempt to pull out the nunchaku from his waist, and gently shook his head at him.
Michelangelo looked at Raphael Raph's wrist wrapped in white medical gauze, his eyes under the orange eyepatch were full of anger: "They hurt you, Raphael Raph, I'm going to teach them a lesson!"
"Don't be impulsive, Mickey, we are not their Rivals!"
The usually impulsive Raphael had now become the calm one.
"Remember that little gadget Tailuo made for us? Calm down, don't be impulsive!"
Michelangelo's heart stirred as he listened to Raphael Raph's words.
If he remembered correctly, the little gadget Tailuo recently made for them was a locator device that displayed the bearing in real-time.
After pressing the switch, it would automatically trigger the alarm system on Donatello's computer.
That is to say, Tailuo and the others have already discovered their situation.
What they needed to do now was buy time and wait for Leonardo and Tailuo and the others to come for rescue.
At that time, combining the strength of the four of them, they would definitely be able to beat this group of people down.
Understanding this point, his hand holding the nunchaku slowly loosened.
"Are you done discussing, kid? Now that your Brother is awake, hurry up and lead the way!"
Frank, with a height of nearly 1.9 meters, stood in front of the two Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT) who were less than 1.6 meters tall, and immediately a shadow fell over them.
Using the residual light from the Spade Soldier's searchlight, Michelangelo raised his head and immediately saw the ferocious skull on Frank's T-shirt.
"Hey, I've seen you, big guy, you're the Punisher!"
Michelangelo almost jumped up directly. As a member of New York's self-proclaimed Superheroes.
With his lively personality, he occasionally paid attention to the movements of his peers.
Among these, naturally, were the Daredevil and Punisher who were gaining significant momentum recently.
The Underworld has always had a legend that Kingpin died by the Punisher's hand.
Michelangelo once asked Tailuo to help him hack the City Government's surveillance system and retrieved some images and data from it.
Among them was a recording of the Punisher and Daredevil together attacking Kingpin's Territory.
Unlike Daredevil who liked to wear a mask and hood, the Punisher always disdained hiding his identity.
Especially his unchanging, iconic skull shirt, allowed Mickey to recognize the person in front of him at a glance.
"Punisher, we are not Enemies, we are also Superheroes, the famous Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT),"
After Michelangelo's gaze met Frank's scrutinizing gaze, his voice immediately halved, and he said awkwardly, "Uh, okay, just a little famous in the nearby Street Blocks!"
Superheroes, these two Turtles? Not those Anomalous Creatures, or Mutants?
Frank scrutinized Michelangelo, habitually took out a cigar box from his pocket, imitating Boss Tang's manner, wanting to take out a cigar and light it.
Just as he rubbed his fingers, a cluster of bean-sized flames at his fingertips appeared out of thin air.
Whoosh! A water jet descended from the sky, directly extinguishing the flames at his fingertips.
"The methane concentration value of this abandoned Sewer is not low. Be careful of explosion!"
Lane spread out his palm, and a transparent water flow, like a ribbon, smoothly flowed between his palms.
"Alright!" Frank shrugged, indicating he understood, took off the cigar and put it back into the cigar box.
Lane waved his hand casually, and the water flow wrapped around his palms turned into a high-pressure water jet, spraying onto the wall beside them, splashing up a large spray of water.
"It's far worse than Boss Tang..."
Looking at the large area of wall plaster that had been damaged, Lane shook his head with some disappointment.
Boss Tang could use a few drops of water to unleash the force of an automatic rifle; his was at best just a high-pressure water jet.
However, Lane felt the ability to control water flow as if originating from the depths of the bloodline, and was sincerely shocked by Boss Tang's methods.
This method of bestowing strength upon others, in his impression, was an authority only possessed by deities of legend.
"It's time to go!"
Selene walked over with a cold face and gestured towards the two of them.
"In a few more hours, Boss Tang should be getting off the aircraft!"
Lane nodded and said to Frank:
"Frank, you take the three of them and lead the way!"
...............
"Are you turtle people?"
Martin looked at the two Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT) Brothers walking beside him, both shocked and filled with fear by their appearance, and also afraid of losing his dock security guard job to two more competitors.
He looked somewhat timidly at Michelangelo's dark green shell.
Among the mole people, a rumor has always circulated that in the Sewers of New York, a giant cannibal alligator lurks, preying on lone vagrants and mole people living in the Sewers.
Could it be that these two turtle people are the legendary alligators? Their skin color does resemble them somewhat.
"We are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT), not turtle people!"
Michelangelo glared at Martin somewhat irritably, feeling furious, but it wasn't good to vent it on this homeless man in front of him.
"Alright, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT)," Martin replied awkwardly.
Perhaps the two Turtles' round shells and heads were truly too lacking in deterrence; after walking for a distance, Martin really couldn't help but ask again, "Do you eat humanity?"
"Do you think that stinky meat on your body smells like pizza?" Michelangelo turned his head and retorted.
"Uh?" Martin was choked, hesitated, just as he was about to continue asking.
Michelangelo glared at him fiercely and threatened, "If you speak again, do you think I won't blow your head off!"
Martin, looking at this large green Turtle with the nunchaku tucked into its waist, decidedly shut up.
To cope with the flooding after heavy rain, New York has thousands of miles of pipelines and dozens of Sewage Treatment Plants. Beneath this Super City, a vast Underground Maze is densely spread.
Even someone holding a Sewer Map walking in this vast Underground Maze can easily get lost.
Of course, Martin, who had lived here for several years, and the two Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT) Brothers who had lived here for over a decade, were naturally familiar with the paths. Under their leadership.
Lane and his group wandered through the Sewer for about half an hour, finally faintly heard a burst of noise coming from ahead.
"Sniff, sniff!" Selene's nose twitched slightly, and she glanced at Lane.
"It's definitely the smell of those big dogs, there are at least dozens!"
Lane glanced at Frank.
"Locate!"
Frank raised a hand, and the Soldiers behind him stopped in their tracks.
Chapter 120: Werewolves in the Sewer
"My butt!"
In the dim Sewer, a miserable howl rang out. The shrill sound scared several rats that had come out to forage, sending them fleeing in panic.
"Shut up, Mickey! Your butt is fine, we're in big trouble!"
Michelangelo looked with a confused gaze at Raphael squatting in front of him, then looked at the Human Soldiers patrolling with guns beside him, momentarily unable to figure out the situation.
"Listen, Mickey, they are here to find trouble with those Werewolves, and need us to lead the way for them to that group of Werewolves' Base Camp. We can take this opportunity to drive this group of Werewolves out of the Sewer..."
"Hey, I say Brother, what's wrong with your hand?"
Mickey stared intently at Raphael Raph's wrist.
Both of Raphael Raph's wrists were wrapped in thick gauze.
Raphael Raph subconsciously pulled his hands behind his back and clasped them behind his back as if nothing was wrong: "Nothing, just fell down, my wrist is dislocated! Mickey, this is an opportunity. As long as this group of Humanity eliminates those damned Werewolves, we won't have to move... Hey, what are you doing..."
Raphael Raph quickly grabbed Michelangelo's hand, stopping his attempt to pull out the nunchaku from his waist, and gently shook his head at him.
Michelangelo looked at Raphael Raph's wrist wrapped in white medical gauze, his eyes under the orange eyepatch were full of anger: "They hurt you, Raphael Raph, I'm going to teach them a lesson!"
"Don't be impulsive, Mickey, we are not their Rivals!"
The usually impulsive Raphael had now become the calm one.
"Remember that little gadget Tailuo made for us? Calm down, don't be impulsive!"
Michelangelo's heart stirred as he listened to Raphael Raph's words.
If he remembered correctly, the little gadget Tailuo recently made for them was a locator device that displayed the bearing in real-time.
After pressing the switch, it would automatically trigger the alarm system on Donatello's computer.
That is to say, Tailuo and the others have already discovered their situation.
What they needed to do now was buy time and wait for Leonardo and Tailuo and the others to come for rescue.
At that time, combining the strength of the four of them, they would definitely be able to beat this group of people down.
Understanding this point, his hand holding the nunchaku slowly loosened.
"Are you done discussing, kid? Now that your Brother is awake, hurry up and lead the way!"
Frank, with a height of nearly 1.9 meters, stood in front of the two Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT) who were less than 1.6 meters tall, and immediately a shadow fell over them.
Using the residual light from the Spade Soldier's searchlight, Michelangelo raised his head and immediately saw the ferocious skull on Frank's T-shirt.
"Hey, I've seen you, big guy, you're the Punisher!"
Michelangelo almost jumped up directly. As a member of New York's self-proclaimed Superheroes.
With his lively personality, he occasionally paid attention to the movements of his peers.
Among these, naturally, were the Daredevil and Punisher who were gaining significant momentum recently.
The Underworld has always had a legend that Kingpin died by the Punisher's hand.
Michelangelo once asked Tailuo to help him hack the City Government's surveillance system and retrieved some images and data from it.
Among them was a recording of the Punisher and Daredevil together attacking Kingpin's Territory.
Unlike Daredevil who liked to wear a mask and hood, the Punisher always disdained hiding his identity.
Especially his unchanging, iconic skull shirt, allowed Mickey to recognize the person in front of him at a glance.
"Punisher, we are not Enemies, we are also Superheroes, the famous Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT),"
After Michelangelo's gaze met Frank's scrutinizing gaze, his voice immediately halved, and he said awkwardly, "Uh, okay, just a little famous in the nearby Street Blocks!"
Superheroes, these two Turtles? Not those Anomalous Creatures, or Mutants?
Frank scrutinized Michelangelo, habitually took out a cigar box from his pocket, imitating Boss Tang's manner, wanting to take out a cigar and light it.
Just as he rubbed his fingers, a cluster of bean-sized flames at his fingertips appeared out of thin air.
Whoosh! A water jet descended from the sky, directly extinguishing the flames at his fingertips.
"The methane concentration value of this abandoned Sewer is not low. Be careful of explosion!"
Lane spread out his palm, and a transparent water flow, like a ribbon, smoothly flowed between his palms.
"Alright!" Frank shrugged, indicating he understood, took off the cigar and put it back into the cigar box.
Lane waved his hand casually, and the water flow wrapped around his palms turned into a high-pressure water jet, spraying onto the wall beside them, splashing up a large spray of water.
"It's far worse than Boss Tang..."
Looking at the large area of wall plaster that had been damaged, Lane shook his head with some disappointment.
Boss Tang could use a few drops of water to unleash the force of an automatic rifle; his was at best just a high-pressure water jet.
However, Lane felt the ability to control water flow as if originating from the depths of the bloodline, and was sincerely shocked by Boss Tang's methods.
This method of bestowing strength upon others, in his impression, was an authority only possessed by deities of legend.
"It's time to go!"
Selene walked over with a cold face and gestured towards the two of them.
"In a few more hours, Boss Tang should be getting off the aircraft!"
Lane nodded and said to Frank:
"Frank, you take the three of them and lead the way!"
...............
"Are you turtle people?"
Martin looked at the two Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT) Brothers walking beside him, both shocked and filled with fear by their appearance, and also afraid of losing his dock security guard job to two more competitors.
He looked somewhat timidly at Michelangelo's dark green shell.
Among the mole people, a rumor has always circulated that in the Sewers of New York, a giant cannibal alligator lurks, preying on lone vagrants and mole people living in the Sewers.
Could it be that these two turtle people are the legendary alligators? Their skin color does resemble them somewhat.
"We are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT), not turtle people!"
Michelangelo glared at Martin somewhat irritably, feeling furious, but it wasn't good to vent it on this homeless man in front of him.
"Alright, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT)," Martin replied awkwardly.
Perhaps the two Turtles' round shells and heads were truly too lacking in deterrence; after walking for a distance, Martin really couldn't help but ask again, "Do you eat humanity?"
"Do you think that stinky meat on your body smells like pizza?" Michelangelo turned his head and retorted.
"Uh?" Martin was choked, hesitated, just as he was about to continue asking.
Michelangelo glared at him fiercely and threatened, "If you speak again, do you think I won't blow your head off!"
Martin, looking at this large green Turtle with the nunchaku tucked into its waist, decidedly shut up.
To cope with the flooding after heavy rain, New York has thousands of miles of pipelines and dozens of Sewage Treatment Plants. Beneath this Super City, a vast Underground Maze is densely spread.
Even someone holding a Sewer Map walking in this vast Underground Maze can easily get lost.
Of course, Martin, who had lived here for several years, and the two Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT) Brothers who had lived here for over a decade, were naturally familiar with the paths. Under their leadership.
Lane and his group wandered through the Sewer for about half an hour, finally faintly heard a burst of noise coming from ahead.
"Sniff, sniff!" Selene's nose twitched slightly, and she glanced at Lane.
"It's definitely the smell of those big dogs, there are at least dozens!"
Lane glanced at Frank.
"Locate!"
Frank raised a hand, and the Soldiers behind him stopped in their tracks.
