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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0124_part_02
Chapter 208
chapter 0124 part 2
If this turtle person had used the blade edge instead of the back of the blade just now, he could have shown Frank.
Whether his Rapier could pierce this turtle's turtle shell. "The Boss's flight will land at the Airport in another hour and a half,"
Lane raised his hand and glanced at the Rolex watch on his wrist, instructing Frank:
"I need to rush to pick him up. I'll leave this place to you!"
"Go ahead! Say hello to the Boss for me!" Frank waved his hand, focusing on the fight between the green-skinned turtle and Selene.
Lane nodded and hurried towards a Sewer exit leading Outside with two Paper Soldiers.
Time was tight. Although helicopters were already arranged Outside, waiting to take off for the Airport at any moment.
And at the Airport, seven Mercedes and one Rolls-Royce had also been arranged.
However, before that, Lane needed to wash up and change clothes. After all, staying in the Sewer for so long, he smelled awful, and it wouldn't be good to meet the Boss like that.
……………
Clang! Clang! Using the hardness of his turtle shell to resist the bullets, Leonardo spun his body rapidly, charging towards Selene like a spinning top.
The two long blades in his hands danced quickly, sweeping away the bullets that bounced off his turtle shell.
Clatter clatter...
In the Sewer, the sound of gun bolts being pulled back echoed.
"Hey, Punisher, that's my brother, he came looking for us, this is a misunderstanding, I'll handle it, I'll handle it!"
Seeing the Black-Armored Soldiers in front and behind him raising their guns, Mickey quickly jumped up and waved his hands towards Frank.
Frank looked at the partially visible Mickey, sometimes seeing a turtle shell, sometimes only seeing a pair of hands.
Waving his hand, the Paper Soldiers blocking Mickey's path cleared a way.
On the other side, Selene emptied the chambers of her dual pistols, retreating while reloading with two extended magazines.
"Pfft pfft..."
"Clang clang!"
Selene fired two shots tentatively. Without exception, the bullets were blocked by the rapidly rotating turtle shell.
A spinning top carrying long blades, constantly spinning at a decent speed, and it even had bulletproof properties.
Selene flicked her wrists, and her two handguns were about to unleash the Brotherhood of Assassins' unique skill - Curved Shooting.
"Whoosh!"
Just then, a green figure leaped out from the pile of unconscious werewolves, stepped on the spinning turtle shell, launched into the air again, and swung the staff in his hand towards Selene's gun-holding wrist.
"Got her!"
Donatello swung the staff in his hand, seeing that the next moment he would knock the gun from the woman's hand. As long as he held her hostage, he could rescue Raphael and Mickey.
Clang! A section of nunchaku was suddenly thrown from a distance, striking Donatello's staff. The iron chain connecting the nunchaku directly wrapped around the staff, causing the staff's direction to shift.
Crack! Donatello's staff struck the Ground heavily...
"Mickey!"
His staff strike missed. Donatello looked at the nunchaku wrapped around his staff and stared in astonishment in the direction the nunchaku had flown from.
"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"
Michelangelo Mickey, after throwing the nunchaku, ran in front of Donatello and blocked him with his arm.
At the same time, he intentionally or unintentionally used the turtle shell on his back to block Selene's gun muzzle.
"Misunderstanding, Tailuo, Raphael and I just happened to run into Punisher and them. Recently, the Sewers have been overrun with werewolves, and they were commissioned by The Church to clear them out! They didn't know the Werewolf Base Camp. Didn't we also have to move because these werewolves forced us out? So we brought them here!"
"But..." Looking at Raphael, who was walking over with his hand wrapped in gauze, Donatello had some questions in his heart. He was about to speak.
A hand patted his shoulder from behind.
"That was our misunderstanding. Tailuo and I thought you were captured by the werewolves, which is why we came over. We didn't understand the situation at first!"
Leonardo, watching Mickey frantically winking and gesturing at him, put his twin blades back behind him and bowed to Selene, saying:
"I'm truly sorry, madam, no offense intended! We were rude!"
Selene, following Leonardo's ninety-degree bow, nodded slightly, put her dual pistols back into the holsters on her thighs, and walked away.
"Alright, little turtles, since you led us to the Werewolf Base Camp, we'll keep our word. It's almost dawn, go back and sleep early!"
Frank walked up to Mickey, reached out, slapped a stack of US Dollars into his hand, and patted his shoulder at the same time:
"I broke your pizza just now, and your brother's hand is injured. Take this to buy some medicine!"
Facing Frank, the four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tensed their muscles, unconsciously adopting defensive stances.
There was nothing they could do. The scene of Frank using a small knife to slice up a werewolf as large as Lucien until he looked like a bloody gourd was simply too shocking.
"Thank you! Thank you! If there's nothing else, we'll be going now!"
Michelangelo Mickey clutched the money in his hand and said to Frank in a questioning tone.
"Go ahead!" Frank waved his hand in dismissal.
The four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles walked towards the Sewer Passage, half-believing, half-doubting.
Seeing that no one was stopping them, the four unconsciously quickened their pace.
As their figures disappeared into the Passage, the sound of frantic footsteps came from within the Passage.
The scene returned to calm. A group of Cleaners continued to orderly transport the unconscious werewolves. Frank stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the cleanup progress.
Seeing that the scene was cleared, the unconscious werewolves and werewolf corpses had all been transported out of this Hall, which was converted from a Sewer.
After all the Cleaners had withdrawn, the Paper Soldiers also evacuated from the Sewer through various exits.
Selene also left shortly after Lane departed.
Frank, who was in charge of the aftermath, stayed until the very end. Seeing a Paper Soldier carrying a medical box pass by,
He reached out and beckoned, calling the Medic over.
"Has that little turtle's blood sample been preserved?"
"It has been stored!" the Medic, who had just bandaged Raphael Raph's wound, reported.
Frank nodded: "Send it to Raccoon City along with the werewolf blood samples later, and give it to Professor Connors!"
"Yes, Officer!"
The Square Medic, who was directly under Frank's command, saluted.
Just as Frank was the last one to leave the Sewer,
an Airbus 310 flying from Ushuaia, Argentina to New York was entering the airspace over New York.
"Wow, who is that? It looks like a person, someone flying, is it Superman?"
A child's exclamation rang out in the business class cabin, unusually loud in the quiet cabin in the early morning.
Tang Song, with one arm around Fox, letting her sleep soundly on his shoulder, heard the child's exclamation. His heart stirred, and he lifted the curtains covering the airplane window.
Outside the cabin, the sun had not yet risen. In the hazy dawn light, the clouds were already slightly tinged with white.
A figure in gold and red, exceptionally flashy, an Iron Man, was soaring through the clouds, propelling with blue flames from his hands and feet.
The gold and red figure flashed through the clouds, leaving a trail of cloud in the air. Shortly after he left, a Federal Fighter Jet pursued from a distance, chasing in his direction.
(End of chapter)
If this turtle person had used the blade edge instead of the back of the blade just now, he could have shown Frank.
Whether his Rapier could pierce this turtle's turtle shell. "The Boss's flight will land at the Airport in another hour and a half,"
Lane raised his hand and glanced at the Rolex watch on his wrist, instructing Frank:
"I need to rush to pick him up. I'll leave this place to you!"
"Go ahead! Say hello to the Boss for me!" Frank waved his hand, focusing on the fight between the green-skinned turtle and Selene.
Lane nodded and hurried towards a Sewer exit leading Outside with two Paper Soldiers.
Time was tight. Although helicopters were already arranged Outside, waiting to take off for the Airport at any moment.
And at the Airport, seven Mercedes and one Rolls-Royce had also been arranged.
However, before that, Lane needed to wash up and change clothes. After all, staying in the Sewer for so long, he smelled awful, and it wouldn't be good to meet the Boss like that.
……………
Clang! Clang! Using the hardness of his turtle shell to resist the bullets, Leonardo spun his body rapidly, charging towards Selene like a spinning top.
The two long blades in his hands danced quickly, sweeping away the bullets that bounced off his turtle shell.
Clatter clatter...
In the Sewer, the sound of gun bolts being pulled back echoed.
"Hey, Punisher, that's my brother, he came looking for us, this is a misunderstanding, I'll handle it, I'll handle it!"
Seeing the Black-Armored Soldiers in front and behind him raising their guns, Mickey quickly jumped up and waved his hands towards Frank.
Frank looked at the partially visible Mickey, sometimes seeing a turtle shell, sometimes only seeing a pair of hands.
Waving his hand, the Paper Soldiers blocking Mickey's path cleared a way.
On the other side, Selene emptied the chambers of her dual pistols, retreating while reloading with two extended magazines.
"Pfft pfft..."
"Clang clang!"
Selene fired two shots tentatively. Without exception, the bullets were blocked by the rapidly rotating turtle shell.
A spinning top carrying long blades, constantly spinning at a decent speed, and it even had bulletproof properties.
Selene flicked her wrists, and her two handguns were about to unleash the Brotherhood of Assassins' unique skill - Curved Shooting.
"Whoosh!"
Just then, a green figure leaped out from the pile of unconscious werewolves, stepped on the spinning turtle shell, launched into the air again, and swung the staff in his hand towards Selene's gun-holding wrist.
"Got her!"
Donatello swung the staff in his hand, seeing that the next moment he would knock the gun from the woman's hand. As long as he held her hostage, he could rescue Raphael and Mickey.
Clang! A section of nunchaku was suddenly thrown from a distance, striking Donatello's staff. The iron chain connecting the nunchaku directly wrapped around the staff, causing the staff's direction to shift.
Crack! Donatello's staff struck the Ground heavily...
"Mickey!"
His staff strike missed. Donatello looked at the nunchaku wrapped around his staff and stared in astonishment in the direction the nunchaku had flown from.
"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"
Michelangelo Mickey, after throwing the nunchaku, ran in front of Donatello and blocked him with his arm.
At the same time, he intentionally or unintentionally used the turtle shell on his back to block Selene's gun muzzle.
"Misunderstanding, Tailuo, Raphael and I just happened to run into Punisher and them. Recently, the Sewers have been overrun with werewolves, and they were commissioned by The Church to clear them out! They didn't know the Werewolf Base Camp. Didn't we also have to move because these werewolves forced us out? So we brought them here!"
"But..." Looking at Raphael, who was walking over with his hand wrapped in gauze, Donatello had some questions in his heart. He was about to speak.
A hand patted his shoulder from behind.
"That was our misunderstanding. Tailuo and I thought you were captured by the werewolves, which is why we came over. We didn't understand the situation at first!"
Leonardo, watching Mickey frantically winking and gesturing at him, put his twin blades back behind him and bowed to Selene, saying:
"I'm truly sorry, madam, no offense intended! We were rude!"
Selene, following Leonardo's ninety-degree bow, nodded slightly, put her dual pistols back into the holsters on her thighs, and walked away.
"Alright, little turtles, since you led us to the Werewolf Base Camp, we'll keep our word. It's almost dawn, go back and sleep early!"
Frank walked up to Mickey, reached out, slapped a stack of US Dollars into his hand, and patted his shoulder at the same time:
"I broke your pizza just now, and your brother's hand is injured. Take this to buy some medicine!"
Facing Frank, the four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tensed their muscles, unconsciously adopting defensive stances.
There was nothing they could do. The scene of Frank using a small knife to slice up a werewolf as large as Lucien until he looked like a bloody gourd was simply too shocking.
"Thank you! Thank you! If there's nothing else, we'll be going now!"
Michelangelo Mickey clutched the money in his hand and said to Frank in a questioning tone.
"Go ahead!" Frank waved his hand in dismissal.
The four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles walked towards the Sewer Passage, half-believing, half-doubting.
Seeing that no one was stopping them, the four unconsciously quickened their pace.
As their figures disappeared into the Passage, the sound of frantic footsteps came from within the Passage.
The scene returned to calm. A group of Cleaners continued to orderly transport the unconscious werewolves. Frank stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the cleanup progress.
Seeing that the scene was cleared, the unconscious werewolves and werewolf corpses had all been transported out of this Hall, which was converted from a Sewer.
After all the Cleaners had withdrawn, the Paper Soldiers also evacuated from the Sewer through various exits.
Selene also left shortly after Lane departed.
Frank, who was in charge of the aftermath, stayed until the very end. Seeing a Paper Soldier carrying a medical box pass by,
He reached out and beckoned, calling the Medic over.
"Has that little turtle's blood sample been preserved?"
"It has been stored!" the Medic, who had just bandaged Raphael Raph's wound, reported.
Frank nodded: "Send it to Raccoon City along with the werewolf blood samples later, and give it to Professor Connors!"
"Yes, Officer!"
The Square Medic, who was directly under Frank's command, saluted.
Just as Frank was the last one to leave the Sewer,
an Airbus 310 flying from Ushuaia, Argentina to New York was entering the airspace over New York.
"Wow, who is that? It looks like a person, someone flying, is it Superman?"
A child's exclamation rang out in the business class cabin, unusually loud in the quiet cabin in the early morning.
Tang Song, with one arm around Fox, letting her sleep soundly on his shoulder, heard the child's exclamation. His heart stirred, and he lifted the curtains covering the airplane window.
Outside the cabin, the sun had not yet risen. In the hazy dawn light, the clouds were already slightly tinged with white.
A figure in gold and red, exceptionally flashy, an Iron Man, was soaring through the clouds, propelling with blue flames from his hands and feet.
The gold and red figure flashed through the clouds, leaving a trail of cloud in the air. Shortly after he left, a Federal Fighter Jet pursued from a distance, chasing in his direction.
(End of chapter)
