The heartbreaking sound of bone cracking could be heard clearly in the sewage pipe.
Splinter was like a kite with broken strings, spurting out a mouthful of blood, flying backwards and falling heavily at Michelangelo's feet.
"No--! Master!"
Leonardo and Raphael, who had just struggled to get up, saw this scene and let out heartbreaking roars.
Saitō succeeded with one blow and picked up a sharp Samurai Sword from the ground.
He strode up to Splinter, looked at the mouse that was bleeding from the corner of its mouth and could not even stand up, and raised the knife cruelly.
"Since you are Fantastic Beasts and can exchange life and death for money, then I will take you, an old guy, to collect the reward first!"
A cold light flashed.
Samurai Sword mercilessly penetrated Splinter's chest, nailing him to the cold Red Brick Ground.
Splinter's body twitched violently.
He used his last bit of strength to turn his head and took a deep look at his four sons not far away.
There was no fear of death in those eyes, only deep attachment and a hint of peace that the burden was finally lifted.
Then, the master's head hung down weakly, and his eyes that were always full of wisdom completely lost their light.
"No!!!"
Four little green guys went crazy.
They tried desperately to rush over, but were pinned to the ground by the Bigfoot Gang around them. They were beaten and shocked with electric shocks, but they seemed to feel no pain and just stared at their father lying in a pool of blood.
Black Noir, who was killing people in the battle group, suddenly stopped. He turned his head and saw that scene, and his pupils under the mask suddenly shrank.
The muscles all over his body tensed, and the Machete in his hand instantly turned into two groups of dead Stormfront, forcing a bloody path through the crowd, but the distance was too far, and it was too late.
"Tie these talking turtles up with chains!"
Saitō kicked Splinter's body away, pulled out the bloody Samurai Sword, and laughed arrogantly, "Tonight, we Bigfoot Gang are going to make a fortune!"
All the gang members cheered enthusiastically.
However, before their cheers could stop, a deafening roar directly overwhelmed all the noise.
Boom--!!!
The outermost Refined Steel Water Barrier of the sewage pipe network, which weighed several tons and was used to block large garbage, exploded in an instant along with a large piece of cement wall around it.
Countless steel bars and gravel roared into the crowd like cannonballs, smashing more than a dozen Bigfoot Gang gang members on the spot until their bones were broken, their muscles were broken, and their flesh and blood were mutilated.
The entire sewer shook violently under this horrific violence.
Smoke and dust filled the air.
A man wearing a green sweatshirt and a pair of old military boots walked in, stepping on the gravel and steel bars on the ground.
Benjamin originally reported to Long Island, but Lynn asked him to pick him up tomorrow morning.
This veteran ruffian thought it would be troublesome tomorrow, so he drove the black Ford pickup truck Lynn back in advance, planning to pack up these little guys and take them away tonight.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw four green-skinned turtles being pinned to the ground and struggling wildly, Big Rat with a knife pierced through his chest and lying in a pool of blood, and the gangsters with muscles all bulging and showing off their power.
Benjamin slowly took out his hands from the pockets of his sweatshirt.
He looked at Splinter's corpse on the ground, and then at Saitō who was standing on the steps holding a bloody Samurai Sword. In those blue eyes, the laziness and disdain disappeared without a trace.
Instead, he crawled out from the mountain of corpses and was extremely violent like a tyrant.
"I just went out to drive a car."
Benjamin twisted his neck, his cervical vertebrae made a cracking sound, and his voice was cold, "Who is this blind bastard who dares to touch someone in my family?"
Saitō looked at this strange man who suddenly broke in, feeling the suffocating pressure emanating from him, and his heart twitched inexplicably.
But the arrogance brought about by the potion immediately overwhelmed the instinctive fear.
"Who do you think you are? How dare you interfere in our Bigfoot Gang's business!"
Saitō waved Samurai Sword and roared, "Kill him!"
The seven or eight closest mutant gang members roared and rushed towards Benjamin, chopping down the iron rods and machete heads in their hands.
Benjamin did not hide.
He didn't even have a fighting stance.
Facing the machete that struck his head, he just raised a hand casually.
Dang!
The machete made of fine steel struck Benjamin's arm, and the blade broke directly.
Before the mutated gang member could react, Benjamin's big hands had already pinched his face.
In everyone's frightened eyes.
Benjamin grabbed the mutated man who weighed over two hundred kilograms with one hand, like grabbing a little chicken, and pressed hard against the cement wall next to him.
Bang!!!
The hard cement wall was instantly knocked out of a spiderweb-like deep pit, and half of the mutated gang member's head deflated directly. He didn't even have time to scream, and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.
The remaining gang members were all dumbfounded.
The Superman physique that they were so proud of was as fragile as paper in front of this man.
Benjamin casually shook off the blood on his hands, his eyes fixed on Saitō on the high platform.
"Breaking arms and legs? Breaking turtle shell?"
Benjamin walked forward step by step. All Bigfoot Gang members who stood in front of him were punched one by one like they were cleaning up garbage. Their bones were shattered, their internal organs were ruptured, and they flew out like they were hit by a lucky hit.
He didn't use any fancy skills, just pure violence that crushed everything.
"I want to see today how hard your bones are, these blowflies who dare to gasp for breath just by relying on a few tubes of broken potion!"