Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

"My ass!"

In the dark sewer, a miserable howl sounded,

The shrill sound scared several black rats who came out to look for food and fled in panic.

"Shut up, Mickey! Your ass is fine, we're in big trouble!"

Michelangelo Mickey looked at Raphael Rafe who was squatting in front of him with confused eyes, and then at the human soldiers patrolling with guns next to him. He was a little confused about the situation for a while.

"Listen, Mickey, they are here to cause trouble for those werewolves. They need us to lead them to the base camp of that group of werewolves. We just took the opportunity to drive these werewolves out of the sewers..."

"Hey, bro, what's going on with your hands?"

Mickey stared at Rafael Rafael's wrist,

Both of Raphael Raff's wrists were wrapped in thick gauze.

Raphael Raf subconsciously retracted his hand behind his back and raised his hand as if nothing had happened:

"Nothing, I just fell and dislocated my wrist!

Mickey, this is an opportunity. As long as these humans get rid of those damn werewolves, we won't have to move...

Hey, what are you going to do..."

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Ralph grabbed Michelangelo Mickey's hand.

She stopped him from taking out the nunchucks from his waist and gently shook his head at him.

Michelangelo Mickey looked at Raphael Raff's wrist wrapped in white medical gauze, his eyes under the orange eye patch 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 had always been impulsive, turned into a calm one at this time.

"Remember that little prop that Taylor made for us? Calm down and don't be impulsive!"

Michelangelo Mickey's heart moved when he heard Raphael Raff's words.

If he remembered correctly, the prop that Taylor recently made for them was an directional device that displayed the direction in real time.

Pressing the switch automatically triggers the alarm system on Taylor's computer.

In other words, now Taylor and the others have discovered their situation.

What they need to do now is to delay time and wait for Da Vinci and Tyro to come to the rescue.

When the time comes, the combined strength of the four of them will definitely defeat this group of people.

After thinking about this, he slowly loosened his grip on the nunchaku.

"Have you finished discussing it, boy? Now that your brother is awake, lead the way quickly!"

Frank, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, stood in front of the two Ninja Turtles who were less than 1.6 meters tall, and a shadow suddenly fell over them.

Using the residual light of the square soldier's searchlight, Michelangelo Mickey raised his head and saw the ferocious skull on Frank's T-shirt.

"Hey, I've seen you, big guy, and you're the Punisher!"

Michelangelo Mickey almost jumped out of his skin as one of New York's self-proclaimed superheroes.

With his out-of-the-box personality, he pays attention to the trends of his peers from time to time.

Of course, Daredevil and the Punisher, who were in the limelight some time ago, are indispensable among them.

There has been a rumor in the underground world that Kingpin died at the hands of the Punisher.

Michelangelo Mickey once asked Tyro to help him hack into the city government's surveillance system and retrieve some image data from it.

Among them is the video of the Punisher and Daredevil attacking Kingpin's place 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 and iconic skull shirt, Mickey recognized the person in front of him at a glance.

"Punisher, we are not enemies, we are also superheroes, the famous Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,"

After Michelangelo Mickey's eyes came into contact with Frank's scrutinizing gaze, his voice suddenly halved and he said:

"Uh, okay, just a bit famous in the neighborhood!"

Superheroes, these two turtles? Not those alien monsters or mutants?

Frank looked at Michelangelo Mickey,

I habitually took out the cigar box from my arms, imitating the boss's behavior and wanted to take out a cigar and light it.

Just when he rubbed his fingers, a cluster of bean-sized flames appeared out of thin air on his fingertips.

Wow! A column of water fell from the sky, directly extinguishing the flames on his fingertips.

"The concentration of biogas in this abandoned sewer is quite high, be careful of an explosion!"

Ryan spread out his palms, and a transparent stream of water flowed smoothly between his palms like a ribbon.

"Okay!" Frank shrugged, indicating that he understood, took out the cigar and put it back in the cigar box.

Ryan waved his hand casually, and the water flowing around his palm turned into a high-pressure water column and hit the wall beside him, causing a large splash of water.

"It's far different from the boss..."

Looking at a large piece of wall that had been destroyed, Ryan shook his head in disappointment.

The boss can use a few drops of water to unleash the power of an automatic rifle, but this is just a high-pressure water column at best.

However, Ryan felt the ability to control water flow that seemed to come from the depths of his blood, and was sincerely shocked by his boss's methods.

In his mind, this method of empowering others was an authority that only legendary gods had.

"It's time to go!"

Selina walked over with a cold face and gestured towards the two of them.

"In a few hours, the boss should get off the plane!"

Ryan 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 Turtle brothers walking beside him. He was shocked and frightened by their appearance, and he was also afraid that two more competitors would lose his job as a pier security guard.

He looked at the dark green turtle shell that Michelangelo Mickey was carrying with some flinching.

There has 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? Their skin color does look similar.

"We are Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, not Turtle People!"

Michelangelo Mickey glared at Martin angrily, feeling angry in his heart, but he couldn't vent his anger on the homeless man in front of him.

"Okay, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles," Martin responded.

Perhaps the round shells and heads of the two turtles were too intimidating. After walking a certain distance, Martin couldn't help but ask:

"Do you eat people?"

"Do you think the stinky meat on your body smells like pizza?" Michelangelo Mickey turned around and asked.

"Huh?" Martin was choked and hesitated for a moment before he was about to continue asking.

Michelangelo Mickey glared at him fiercely and threatened: "If you talk again, believe it or not, I will blow your head off!"

Martin looked at the other nunchucks in the big green turtle's waist 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.

There are huge underground labyrinths under this super city.

Even if a person holds a sewer map in his hand and walks in this huge underground maze, it is easy to get lost.

Of course, the two brothers Martin, who has lived here for several years, and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, who have lived here for more than ten years, are naturally familiar with the path, and under their leadership.

Ryan and his group walked in the sewer for almost half an hour, and finally heard a faint noise coming from the front.

"Breathe!" Selina's nose twitched slightly and she glanced at Ryan beside her.

"It's the smell of those big dogs. There are at least dozens of them!"

Ryan glanced at Frank.

"position!"

When Frank raised his hand, the soldiers behind him stopped.

As he gave the order over the command channel, the two soldiers took out a few simple metal parts from their backpacks and quickly assembled the parts together to form something similar to a satellite radar pot lid.
To be continued...