The carton was opened, and the hot air mixed with the rich aroma of cheese and black pepper beef dissipated a lot of the old musty smell in the sewer.
The four little guys gathered around the old wooden box, gobbling it up in an imageless manner.
Michelangelo's mouth was full, and while chewing hard, he pointed at Joseph sitting in the corner with his pizza finger.
"The old man rushed over along the waste sewage pipe on the west side and almost drowned."
He swallowed the food in his mouth and continued:
"When he woke up, he started yelling, saying that the What company outside was crazy and was collaborating with the military to carry out a large-scale sweep. They were catching those old forest animals that could fly and run everywhere, and they were also going to capture the likes of us, draw blood and skin them."
Leonardo, who was standing next to him, tore off a piece of beef and continued, "He also said that those people sent a bunch of green-skinned monsters with legs to search everywhere, and they used vicious methods. He told us to flee to the sea or deep mountains as soon as possible."
"A green-skinned monster with legs? Doesn't that mean you little bastards?"
Benjamin leaned against the wet concrete wall behind him, with his hands in his sweatshirt pockets, and his face still had that look of disdain that lacked patience for anything.
"Do you believe the words of the crazy old man? In this city, there are several lunatics every day who feel that they are being followed by aliens and controlled by brain machines."
"Don't believe it, it's all made up."
Although he was saying this, his body, which was leaning against the wall carelessly, unconsciously stood up straighter.
His azure eyes followed the faint yellow light underground and looked at Black Noir sitting opposite.
Black Noir is still sitting on the wooden crate used as a stool.
The gaze peeking out from the hole in the mask also fell on Benjamin.
The two looked at each other for just a second or two.
There is no need to speak, each other's eyes clearly understand each other's meaning.
For such a shocking thing, others may think that the old man has gone crazy due to stimulation.
But the two of them, who have been working hard in Vought International for decades, know it well.
Edgar people can definitely do it, and it will only be more cruel than what the old man described.
The so-called super soldier Benjamin met one some time ago, and that person claimed to be his fan.
Although that man's strength was still not impressive in front of him, it was terrifying enough to be able to withstand a few moves of his T0 super hero.
Benjamin slowly moved his eyes back and looked at the four little green guys squatting on the ground fighting each other for the last piece of beef.
Although they have grown in size and possess the brute strength brought about by genetic mutations, they are still a few unruly children who have never seen any cruel world.
Usually in sewers or dark streets, it's okay to scare homeless people and gangsters with broken iron pipes.
Just now, under the hands of Black Noir, as long as they made a little real move, the opponent even only needed an ordinary chopstick for eating, and their proud moves could be completely broken.
If they really encounter Vought International and his troops, a hunting team of three or four people with a clear division of labor, let alone a head-on confrontation, they can catch these four pizza-loving idiots alive, put them into a black box truck overnight, and transport them to the anatomy room under the tower.
The rusty iron bars of the sewer and some clumsy melee skills alone could not stop the mad dog that came looking for it smelling the smell of blood.
Master Splinter, who had been sitting on the abandoned swivel chair next to him, sighed softly, picked up the old iron vat with a chip next to him with his furry paws, and took a sip of the cold white water.
Big Rat, which had lived for a long time, didn't ask any questions. It just looked at Benjamin and Black Noir quietly with its peripheral vision.
The underground water pipe fell silent for a while, with only the clicking sound of Raphael chewing the pizza crust hard.
Benjamin took his right hand out of his pocket, scratched his messy hair, and made a disgusting sound from his mouth.
"Eat, eat, eat, just eat. A box of pizza will take all your thoughts away."
He took two steps forward, stretched out his thick palm and rubbed the back of Michelangelo's head gently:
"After handing over the wooden pieces in your hands just now, who threw the training knife in the corner? Go pick it up and clean it for me."
Black Noir At this time, he tapped the short wooden stick in his hand on the corner of the wooden box next to him.
Dude.
The four little boys who were still licking the grease on their fingers immediately stopped and looked honestly at the sound.
Black Noir took out a small piece of charcoal pencil from his pocket, and within ten seconds, the clean lines on the paper directly formed a comic strip.
After finishing the painting, Black Noir pulled off the paper and handed it to the boss Leonardo who was standing directly opposite.
The four little green heads immediately came over and squeezed one another.
The first panel shows an iron fence painted like a fortress, with three or four particularly eye-catching giant padlocks hanging on it, and a large red cross filled with black shadows next to it.
Looking down at the second panel, there are four green little people with small turtle shells on their backs. The short wooden knives they hold in their hands have changed from one in their hands to two, one on the left and one on the right. There are also two exaggerated drops of sweat and a tightly clenched long round fist on the side of the villain's forehead.
When their eyes moved to the last frame, several little guys looked at it and couldn't hold it back, and laughed a series of times in the tube.
A particularly fierce-looking green-skinned monster with a sharp horn on the top of its head stepped on the air and fell directly into the rat trap half covered with old newspapers in the sewer, falling onto its back.
Joseph, who was sitting under the wall, looked at these little monsters who started gearing up with a comic book, opened his mouth, but stopped talking.
Benjamin kicked the last empty pizza box on the floor tiles upright with his toe.
"Okay, calm down, wipe the oil and water from your mouth after eating, and practice killing yourself!"
"What about you?" Michelangelo blinked.
"Go back and bring in reinforcements."