Michelangelo's wrist hurt from being pinched by him, and he wanted to pull back:
"Hey, old man, please be gentle. Why are you running away? We live well underground here. Who can run to Europe when they are full? The pizza over there doesn't have double cheese!"
"Yes!"
"No."
"Yes!"
"No."
"You don't understand! You have no idea what kind of hell it has become outside!"
Joseph patted his coat thigh anxiously, and the dirty water all over his body was sloshed around with his movements.
"Vought International is crazy! Edgar has signed a cannibalism order with the military worth tens of billions or even hundreds of billions! Now they are not only catching people in the woods, but their hunting teams will soon carry out large-scale arrests of all All-America's Fantastic Beasts!"
Big Rat Splinter, who was sitting on the old swivel chair at the back, slowly stopped stroking his beard.
He could tell that there was no hint of lying in this old man's voice. It was the trembling feeling that comes from seeing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood with his own eyes.
"They capture the living ones to draw blood, and the dead ones to skin and chop off the horns! In their eyes, you are not human beings at all, you are just consumables!"
Joseph gasped for air, old tears mixed with sewage flowed down the corners of his eyes and down his cheeks.
"There aren't many places to hide in the underground pipes. Sooner or later they will bring anesthesia guns and high-voltage nets to find them. Let's go! Before anyone notices you, swim into the Deep and hide in the old mountains where no one goes. If it's too late, they'll all turn into compounds!"
These bloody and tearful truths swayed in the empty pipe, and indeed they brought with them a cold wind that chilled the bones and skin of people.
If it were a group of wild animals that had truly grown up in the wild and had never seen the world, they would have been so frightened that they would have hit the wall and scattered.
But Four Little Turtles standing on the brick platform was only quiet for two seconds.
Immediately afterwards, Raphael, who had the hottest temper, gently tapped the palm of his left hand twice with the short wooden knife in his hand, and a fierce arrogance appeared in his green eyes.
"Catch us? Old man, have you lived up there for a long time and never seen the strength of these people below?"
Raphael pointed at the natural hard shell on his body that was thicker than a steel plate with a wooden blade.
"Let them come. I'm worried that I won't have anywhere to try my hand at practicing chopping with this set of short knives under the instructor for the past two days. Whether it's a fire-breathing one or one with horns on its head, if anyone dares to jump off this iron fence, I'll beat them until they can't even recognize their mother. By the way, I'll make them pay for their food."
Joseph was stunned.
He looked at these young creatures in front of him, and he never expected that after he told Vought International such horrific murder methods, these little guys didn't even have the slightest intention of running away.
What kind of stupidity is this?
He was just about to shout a few more words at the top of his lungs, but his eyes subconsciously looked past the green dwarfs and landed on the silent black figure.
Black Noir stood up.
Because he is too tall, he always has a habit of keeping his shoulders down.
Now that the man stood in the middle, the dark combat uniform blocked all the light from the engineering lights above his head.
After seeing the pure black suit clearly, Joseph's heart seemed to be clamped tightly by an iron pliers.
The old man's originally pale face suddenly turned ashen as a handful of dead ashes.
As an official of the Magic Security Department, how could he not recognize this outfit?
Vought International's scavenger, Edgar's most obedient and cold-blooded knife, Black Noir!
Joseph's whole body began to tremble violently uncontrollably.
He understood, everything.
Pist That white-eyed wolf didn't just kick him into the gutter, Edgar was more thoughtful and vicious than he imagined!
This cold-blooded capitalist already knew that Fantastic Beasts was hidden in the sewers, so he sent the company's most terrifying killer here in advance!
Black Noir is not only responsible for helping Edgar skin these four little creatures and draw their blood, but he is also responsible for waiting here and completely getting rid of his old bones that have drifted down the river!
"It turns out... you have been eyeing this place for a long time."
Joseph Feeling sad, and with a stubborn energy that came from nowhere, he stood up with his hands on the brick floor.
He dragged his bruised old leg, staggered two steps forward, opened his arms, and blocked the four confused Little Turtles behind his old coat.
He roared at the black iron wall in front of him:
"Edgar How many bones did I give you? Let you do this to these children who have done nothing wrong! Come on! Although my old bones don't have a few taels of health, if you want to touch them today, you have to step over my corpse first!"
Four Little Turtles looked at each other behind the old man's back.
Donatello poked Raphael in the ribs with his elbow. "This old man has so many tricks. Does he regard the coach as the bullies of Bigfoot Gang?"
To be honest, Black Noir was speechless for a moment when looking at this old man who couldn't even stand firmly but was still blowing his beard and staring.
He even put down his hand on the handle of the dagger at his waist, put his hand calmly into the pocket of his tactical trousers, fumbled twice, and took out a small notebook and a short pencil.
The big man used the faint yellow light above his head to brush a few strokes on the page, then tore it off with one hand and flicked his wrist.
The piece of paper was like it had eyes, floating in the air, and landed right in the palms of Joseph's hands that were still shaking violently.
Joseph swallowed and lowered his head to look at the note.
"Vought International is a thing of the past."
"I already have a destiny that is a hundred times better than working for Edgar."
"No worries."
Joseph stood there blankly, his eyes fixed on the words "Better Home".
Vought International The most ruthless and loyal ace killer... has changed jobs?
Which god has such extraordinary ability and pomp that he can turn the killer Black Noir into a... nanny?
Before old Wizards's brain, which was about to be burned out, could recover from the shock, a burst of footsteps suddenly came from the water inlet fence at the outermost part of the sewage pipe network.
Bata, bah.
"Damn... it still smells like sour pizza down there that makes you want to puke."
A particularly hard-sounding voice was blown directly into the brick platform along with the cold wind.
"Damn it, I still have to use the little money I earned from doing housework for a few days to deliver goods to this rat hole."
Following the sound of complaints, a man wearing a tattered old green sweatshirt, with his hands in his pockets as if they were boneless, slowly swayed out of the shadows.
It is Soldier Boy, Benjamin.
His whole person exuded the irritable mood of getting out of bed, but on his two thick forearms, there were four particularly eye-catching large cardboard boxes stacked high and uncoordinated.
As the carton was swung, a burnt aroma that was so strong that even the smell of sewer water spread instantly spread along the pipes.
It was a large grilled pizza that was truly fresh out of the oven, with a crispy crust, and topped with double cheese and thick slices of black pepper beef.
"It's black pepper beef!"
Michelangelo's green eyes lit up like two big lanterns in an instant, and even the short wooden blade he was holding tightly in his hand was thrown to the corner of the wall.
The other Little Turtles, which was still standing still, exploded in an instant. Like several green cannonballs, it roared and rushed towards Benjamin.
"Stay away from me! Raphael You little green-skinned bastard! If you have mud on your hands, don't rub it on the sleeves of my new sweatshirt!"
Benjamin was cursing extremely unpleasantly, but at the same time he still placed the pile of hot pizza boxes on the box firmly, without any ambiguity in his movements.
"Be careful! It's hot! I waited in line for twenty minutes to get it from the most popular old shop on the corner. If you can make all these boxes today, don't complain about back pain in front of me when you practice chopping in the afternoon!"
There was a cheer on the brick platform, and several Little Turtless immediately formed a group around the wooden box, and the long golden cheese steamed under the light.
Even Master Splinter Splinter, who had been sitting on the swivel chair, couldn't help but lower his head and chuckle, his eyes full of relief.
Joseph is stupidly isolated in place.
My forehead felt cold and hot for a while.