Queens In the main underground sewerage channel, the dim engineering lights flicker on and off.
The four little green guys who were still bickering over the last piece of pizza stopped almost at the same time.
Big Rat Splinter also stood up from the old swivel chair, holding the wooden crutch tightly in his hand.
Heavy and dense footsteps were coming from the dark pipes in all directions.
The sound of leather boots treading on sewage and gravel sounded like that of at least a hundred people.
Black Noir quietly closed the small notebook in his hand and put it into his pocket.
He did not stand up, but silently stretched his hands to his lower back, where there were two Machetes that had never been shown in front of these children.
"Hey, who do I think it is? It's such a big battle."
Raphael tapped the short wooden knife on his shoulder, his green eyes full of disdain.
He looked at Saitō and a group of ninjas wearing black night clothes walking out of the shadows, with a look of ridicule on his face.
"Isn't this Bigfoot Gang who was beaten to the point of crawling by our brothers in East Side Docks? Why, you didn't drink enough seawater last time in the sea, so today you formed a group to drink dirty water in the sewer?"
Leonardo and Michelangelo also started laughing.
In their eyes, Bigfoot Gang is just a group of street gangsters who only know how to show off their skills and rely on the bluff of crowds.
Saitō stood on the opposite side of the sewage ditch, looking at these four mutated turtles who did not know whether to live or die. There was no anger at being laughed at on their faces, but they looked at them as if they were dead objects.
"Laugh, green monster. I hope you can still laugh so loudly when I smash your turtle shells and soak them in Formalin."
Saitō waved his hand violently, "Go! Capture the ones alive! If you resist, have your hands and feet broken!"
"Shameless talk!"
Raphael had the most explosive temper. He kicked hard on Red Brick Ground, and his whole body rushed out like a green cannonball.
He held the Hardwood Short Sword freshly cut by Black Noir's instructor in both hands, and with the force of his sprint, he slashed Saitō's neck.
According to past experience, this blow was enough to make the gang leader lie on the ground wailing for half a month.
Click!
A crisp sound of wood breaking exploded in the sewer.
The smile on Raphael's face solidified instantly.
The hardwood knife in his hand, which could easily split Bricks, struck Saitō on the neck, as if he had struck a solid Steel Pillar, instantly shattering into countless wooden thorns.
And Saitō didn't even frown.
"The speed is good, but it's a pity that in my eyes, you are as slow as a real snail."
Saitō laughed ferociously, then slapped Raphael's side of the face with a backhand slap with a fishy wind.
There was a muffled bang, and Raphael's proud mutant body was unable to resist this slap.
His whole body was whipped out like a broken sack, and he hit the cement load-bearing pillar behind him hard. Even the hard turtle shell was hit with a slight crack, and he spat out a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth.
"Raphael!"
Leonardo and Donatello's expressions changed drastically.
Just as they were about to rush to the rescue, a dozen Bigfoot Gang gang members had already pounced on him like hungry wolves.
The eyes of these former defeated generals were all red now, and the muscles in their arms burst the sleeves of their night-walking clothes.
Donatello hit a gangster on the head with the wooden stick in his hand. Not only did he not knock him out, but he was shocked to the point that his mouth was numb.
The guy grinned and punched Donatello in the chest with a bloody head, sending him flying backwards.
Despair instantly enveloped these little guys who had never seen the truly cruel world.
They finally realized that these Bigfoot Gang people in front of them were no longer human beings, but a group of complete monsters.
Just when Bigfoot Gang was about to use the high-voltage power grid to completely cover the four turtles that fell to the ground, a black lightning cut into the battlefield.
Black Noir moved.
He pulled out the two pitch black Machete.
The top killer who has been a scavenger in Vought International for more than ten years, once he lets go, he displays a terrifying art of killing.
The light of the knife flashed.
Before the two Bigfoot Gang members who were holding the power grid could react, there was a bloody mark on their throats that was as deep as the bone.
However, New Compound brings not only strength, but also extremely abnormal ability to resist blows and shield against pain.
The two gang members whose throats were cut did not fall down immediately. Instead, they dropped the power grid and screamed, hugging Black Noir's legs tightly.
"Bagaya Deer!"
"Get the guy in black! He's a tough guy!"
Saitō yelled.
Dozens of powerful mutant gangsters swarmed towards Black Noir like mad dogs, and high-voltage stun guns, anesthesia nets, and heavy steel pipes rained down on him.
Black Noir Although his fighting skills were at the peak of his powers, and each knife could accurately remove the enemy's joints or cut off the main arteries, but in the face of this completely lifeless and surprisingly powerful suicidal human sea tactic, he was dragged to the spot and suffered several heavy blows on his body.
He could protect himself and even kill these people, but he was restrained and unable to protect others.
Saitō was keenly aware of the gaps in the battlefield.
His gaze crossed the chaotic battle group and landed on the corner of the brick platform.
There, the old Wizards Joseph, who was trembling with fear, was paralyzed on the ground, while the youngest Michelangelo was trying to drag the old man behind the wooden box.
"Let's do this small surgery first!"
Saitō rushed over with a long stride. He was holding a long-handled fire ax that he took from his subordinates. With the terrifying explosive power brought by the compound, he jumped high, and the ax blade went straight to Michelangelo's head with a harsh whistling sound.
Michelangelo had long since lost the weapon in his hand. Looking at the giant ax that seemed to be able to split open sewers, he instinctively closed his eyes.
At this critical moment.
A gray figure cut into the blind spot of Saitō at an incredible angle.
It's Big Rat Splinter.
This martial arts master who has spent his whole life teaching his sons patience and skills showed his true master's demeanor at this moment.
He did not choose to resist the terrifying force, but used the wooden cane in his hand to accurately poke the nerve nodes of Saitō's wrist.
Saitō felt his arm go numb, and the path of the fire ax was half an inch off. It hit Michelangelo's turtle shell and hit the cement floor, causing a burst of gravel.
Splinter took advantage of the force and bent his body like a bow. He kicked heavily on Saitō's chest with both feet. Using Jujutsu's skills, he forcibly knocked the mutated man, who weighed more than two hundred kilograms, to the ground.
"Well done, Master!" Michelangelo opened his eyes in surprise.
But the light in his eyes went out before it even lit up.
Saitō was knocked to the ground, but he did not suffer any substantial damage at all.
The compound gave him a monster-like physique. He didn't even use his hands to support the ground, but bounced directly with the strength of his waist and abdomen. The expression on his face became ferocious and distorted because he was teased by a mouse.
"Old guy, no matter how good your skills are, they are nothing in the face of absolute power!"
Four or five Bigfoot Gang ninjas have surrounded him.
They blocked all Splinter's escape routes.
Splinter blocked Michelangelo and Joseph behind him.
He knew that his old bones could not withstand the siege of these monsters, but his black bean-like eyes did not flinch at all.
One of the minions swung an iron rod and hit Splinter on the back.
The master dodged slightly and then hit the opponent's knee with his wooden crutch, causing him to stagger.
But at the same time, Saitō had already seized the opportunity and struck with a powerful and heavy straight punch.
Splinter There is no room to hide.
If he dodged, the punch would hit Michelangelo on the head.
Master Splinter He raised his wooden crutches with both hands and blocked the punch.
Click!
The hard wooden crutch that had accompanied Splinter for many years was shattered by a punch.
Saitō's fist remained strong and hit Splinter's chest hard.