In the main sewage road, the smell of blood is so pungent that it makes people sick.
Those few Bigfoot Gang members who were showing off their power just now and thought they were invincible are now like a group of poor people being thrown into a meat grinder.
One of the tallest gang members roared angrily, raised a solid iron rod as thick as a bowl, and hit Benjamin on the head with the terrifying force of falling.
If this stick hits an ordinary person, it will definitely smash them into a puddle of flesh.
Benjamin didn't even raise his head.
He just raised his left hand casually, with his fingers spread wide, and steadily faced the iron rod that was smashed down.
Dang!
There was a deafening sound of gold and iron clashing.
That solid iron rod, which could even break through a load-bearing wall, was held firmly in mid-air by Benjamin with one hand, unable to move any further.
The huge repulsive force directly shook the gang member's tiger's mouth to burst, and blood flowed violently.
"He is quite strong, but his bones are too soft."
Benjamin sneered and suddenly closed his fingers.
The thick solid iron rod looked like Play-Doh in his hand, with a circle of deep fingerprints carved out of it.
Then, with a casual tug, the strong man weighing more than two hundred kilograms lost his balance and stumbled over.
Benjamin's right fist was like a heavy cannon, hitting the opponent's chest without any fancy.
Click!
It was the sound of the sternum collectively shattering and the internal organs being instantly squeezed out.
The strong man's back suddenly bulged out, and he didn't even scream. He flew backwards like a tattered sandbag, knocking over four or five people behind him, and was finally embedded in the cement wall.
This punch completely woke up Bigfoot Gang's fanatical minds.
The compound they were so proud of looked like a ridiculous joke in front of this man in a tattered sweatshirt.
"A monster... he's a monster!"
Several members of the gang looked at Benjamin's emotionless blue eyes, and finally felt boundless fear.
They dropped their weapons and turned around to run deeper into the pipe.
But they forgot that there is more than one god of death here.
Black Noir, who had been tightly entangled by their human sea tactics, finally freed his hands at this moment.
Under the mask, his eyes were as cold as ice.
Without those desperate restraints, Black Noir is like a ghost.
His feet Silencio slid, and the two Machetes in his hands drew deadly black arcs in the dim light.
Those members of the mutant gang who tried to escape only felt a chill on their necks or thighs, and then all their strength was drained from their bodies in an instant. They fell into the sewage and could not get up again.
It takes less than a minute.
More than a hundred elite Bigfoot Gang, who were arrogant just now and clamored to capture all the turtles for money, were already mostly lying down.
The remaining dozen or so defeated soldiers were huddled shivering in the corner of the steps, unable to even hold the knife in their hands.
Saitō stood on the high platform, shaking uncontrollably.
He looked at Benjamin, who was walking toward him step by step with blood and stumps all over the ground, and felt as if he was facing an insurmountable towering mountain.
"You... who are you?"
Saitō swallowed a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, and raised the Samurai Sword in his hand with a look of anger, "We are the ones Vought International signed the agreement! If you dare to touch us, Vought International will never let you go!"
"Vought International?"
Benjamin walked to the foot of the high platform and stopped.
He looked at Saitō like he was looking at an idiot.
"You go back and ask that old fox Edgar if he dares to stand here and say this to me."
Before he finished speaking, Benjamin's knees bent slightly, and as if he teleported, he directly crossed a dozen steps and appeared in front of Saitō.
Saitō roared, grasped Samurai Sword with both hands, used all his strength, and struck hard at Benjamin's neck.
This was his last struggle and his strongest blow.
Bang!
The sharp Samurai Sword slashed at Benjamin's neck. Not only did it not cut through the flesh, but it made a crisp sound of metal breaking.
The blade broke into three or four pieces on the spot, and the flying fragments even scratched Saitō's own cheek.
Saitō is completely desperate.
Before he could retreat, Benjamin's big hands had already grabbed his neck and lifted him into the air like a chicken.
"Exchanging other people's lives for your glory and wealth?"
Benjamin looked at Saitō, whose legs were kicking desperately in mid-air and whose face had turned purple, with a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes.
"When you reincarnate in your next life, remember to keep your eyes open."
Click.
Benjamin exerted a slight force with his five fingers, and Saitō's cervical vertebrae instantly shattered, his head tilted to the side weakly, and the struggle of his hands and feet stopped completely.
Like throwing garbage, Benjamin threw Saitō's body into the sewer ditch nearby.
The remaining dozen or so minions had a complete mental breakdown when they saw their boss die tragically.
But under the double blockade of Black Noir and Benjamin, this place has long been a dead end.
Within half a minute, there was no longer a Bigfoot Gang member who could stand in the entire sewage main road.
Deathly silence returned to the sewer, with only the sound of water flowing and the strong smell of blood filling the air.
"Master..."
A call with a suppressed cry broke the dead silence.
Four green figures stumbled towards the pool of blood.
Michelangelo knelt on the ground, his hands trembling as he tried to block the bottomless blood hole in Splinter's chest, but warm blood continued to gush out from between his fingers.
Raphael slammed his fists on Red Brick Ground, smashing his own fists until they were bloody and bloody, and a beast-like painful whimper came out of his throat.
Leonardo and Donatello shed tears silently, tightly holding Master Splinter's paws that had begun to become cold.
For these four mutated little guys, Splinter is not only the master who taught them martial arts, but also the father who raised them little by little in the dark sewer.
Now, their home has collapsed.