Chapter 119: Turtles in the Sewer
After a slight tremor, accompanied by a moment of weightlessness, the plane soared straight into the clouds.
The four rows of eight First Class Seat were not full. Besides Tang Song and Fox, two Bodyguard followed in First Class. As for the others, they went to business class and economy class.
Tang Song half-reclined in a window First Class Seat, a black eye mask covering his face, seemed to be asleep.
Inside the Five Yin Pouch, the tornado formed by the convergence of Five Yin Black Fiend grew thicker, and the area of the Space in the middle of the swirling tornado expanded dozens of times.
A silver-gray shuttle-shaped Spaceship filled the entire Space, leaving only a small corner near the tail fin. The poor Alien Queen curled up her body as much as possible, but even so, boxes were still stacked on top of her body.
This Spaceship was precisely the Engineer's Bio-metal spacecraft from the bottom of the Antarctica Pyramid.
Although David the android was gone, he was not part of Tang Song's plan anyway.
After devouring enough flesh and blood, the Restriction Formation inside the Five Yin Pouch was further perfected, and the Space within was sufficient to accommodate an entire Spaceship.
Whoosh! Tang Song's Divine Sense swept through the Five Yin Pouch, his gaze stopping on the Alien Queen. With a thought, a thick strand of Five Yin Black Fiend dispersed a wisp of mist. The Five Yin Black Fiend, which could easily pollute Flying Swords, floated above the Alien Queen.
The Alien Queen, unconscious, did not know that a wisp of Five Yin Black Fiend that could instantly turn flesh and blood into foul blood was floating above her head. She remained obediently curled up in a ball.
Tang Song looked at the Alien Queen, but the Five Yin Black Fiend did not immediately pounce.
After obtaining the Engineer's Spaceship, the Black Goo in the Spaceship's nurturing pods was enough to cultivate hundreds, even thousands, of Alien Queens.
The value of this Alien Queen was naturally greatly reduced.
The black mist floated above the Alien Queen's head for a while, eventually dissipating...
However, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Tang Song's hesitation was because although the value of this Spaceship was high, it would likely take some time for his Subordinate, that group of scientists, to research and achieve results.
With Professor Connors' level of biology, it would probably take him at least a year or two to fully understand Alien Nurturing.
After all, with this Alien Queen in hand, the eggs she produced could temporarily satisfy Tang Song's needs.
Having previously Refined Silver Armored Corpses from werewolves, Tang Song wanted to try what could be Refined from aliens.
If these ultimate hunters cultivated by alien technology were to parasitize inside werewolves, what would their gene become? Would they jump further, have greater strength?
Vampires? If these aliens parasitize them, would they also gain the vampire's weakness of being afraid of light? If not...
Then could the alien gene be used to inversely compensate for the shortcomings of the vampire gene, creating a flawless "Daywalker"?
In the New York Underworld, there is also a type of magic creature called Shapeshifter that can transform into the appearance of people they have come into contact with. If they were used to nurture and hatch aliens, what would be obtained? Shapeshifting Aliens?! Not only that, but these aliens could also be used for weapon refining. Tang Song had experimented and found that the spine that ran through the alien's body was suitable for refining some unorthodox magic tools.
While Tang Song was resting his eyes, contemplating the hundred ways to prepare aliens, Fox, sitting in the seat next to him, was boredly flipping through the data she had downloaded onto her tablet beforehand.
However, unlike other women's interests, the pictures Fox was scrolling through were all related to firearms.
Some of the products were even conceptual products currently being developed by military-industrial enterprises.
Fox and Skye have a very good relationship. Skye is not only a super hacker herself but also manages Tang Song's Skynet Information Department, which includes over a dozen super hacker and computer experts.
There is also an Artificial Intelligence, Red Queen.
As fellow "sisters," Skye had gotten Fox a lot of good things online.
Fox reached out and swiped past a small, silver Palm Thunder Pistol.
The next picture was a black sniper rifle, nearly two meters long.
The picture not only showed this ultra-long sniper rifle but also included its parameters.
Effective Range: 10,000 meters!
Fox's eyes lit up when she saw this range parameter.
...
In the business class on the other side, the white young man looked at his black person companion who was half-reclining in his Seat, feeling restless as he watched the front corridor.
"You don't need to wait. First Class has its own toilet. You won't have a chance!"
The white young man's expression froze, and he slowly turned his head to look at his companion, who had taken off his eye mask at some point.
"Hey, Mickey, what do you mean? I don't understand!"
The white young man spread his hands innocently and said in a low voice.
The black person pulled down his eye mask, still half-reclining, and said in a low voice, "That sapphire is worth at least two million pounds sterling, maybe even more!"
"You think so too," the white young man said excitedly, "I think it's worth at least three million!"
"So what?! You want to steal it when she goes to the toilet!" Although the black person's voice was very light, it carried anger.
"Have you thought about the consequences, Danny!
Do you think they'll let it go after losing a priceless sapphire necklace! In a confined space like a plane, where do you think you can escape to!"
"I..." The white young man wanted to defend himself. He raised his hand halfway, then put it down, his lips trembling slightly.
"When we get to New York, just buy a ticket and go straight back to London!"
The black person's words made the white young man jump like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Hey, you want to ditch me? No way, Mickey, you can't do that!"
In his panic, the white young man shouted out loud.
This drew the gaze of many people in the business class. Several passengers who were sleeping with eye masks took them off and cast angry, disgusted gazes.
"Hey, it's just a commission from a job, you won't get less! Sorry, everyone! Sorry to disturb you..."
The black person, still lying back, unbuckled his seatbelt, stood up, and bowed slightly to the crowd to explain.
After explaining, he grabbed the white young man's head and pressed it onto his knee, leaning into his ear and saying fiercely.
"Listen, Danny, I'm giving you one last chance. If you dare to act on your own again, then after this job is finished, you're out of my team!"
"I promise, I promise I won't do it again!"
The white young man looked sideways and patted the black person's arm with his hand, signaling him to let go.
After the white young man's repeated assurances, Mickey released him.
"Hurry up and sleep, get enough rest. Ash is still waiting for us! When we get to New York, we still have to visit the local boss!"
Mickey took off his eye mask without a word and continued resting his eyes.
The white young man pouted, then also took out his eye mask and put it on.
......
The Sewer of New York is large enough for four or five people to walk side by side, but the environment inside is hard to describe.
This particular sewer seemed to be abandoned because the subway station above it had long been disused. Sewage flowed everywhere, and from time to time, black rats the size of kittens could be seen scurrying around.
These black rats moved in groups and were not afraid of humans. Their squeaking sounds made this already dark sewer seem even more terror-inducing.
More than twenty Fully Armed Soldier walked inside the sewer. The sound of combat boots stepping on water echoed through the sewer. Even though they deliberately slowed their pace, the sound still reverberated.
"People can live in a place like this?"
Frank walked beside Martin. The stench in the air went straight up his nose.
Frank had seen homeless people sleeping on benches on the street, but he had never imagined people could live in the sewer.
"Sir, some sewers are relatively clean. We don't have anywhere else to go!" Martin's voice was filled with the helplessness of life.
If they had a choice, who would want to live in the sewer.
"Don't worry, as long as you lead us to the place, everything I promised you will be fulfilled!"
Lane held a sandalwood-hilted silver rapier in his hand, turned his head to look at Martin, and gave him a reassurance.
"The newly built dock in New York District 7 needs a batch of security guards for internal patrols, salary five thousand dollars a month. You can bring your friends along!"
Five thousand dollars. Martin was a little excited. This salary was not low, even in a big city like New York.
But, security guard, could he do that job?
Martin looked behind him, feeling a little uneasy.
The pitch black bulletproof vests on the Soldier, their rifles, and the expensive-looking searchlights and night vision goggles.
Although he was in the Federation where firearms were rampant, strictly speaking, he had never even touched a gun.
Lane seemed to see Martin's concerns and said, "Don't worry, it's just patrolling the internal water and electrical lines and fire hazards. Armed duty won't be needed for you!"
"Water and electrical lines, I understand that. My electricity at home is stolen from the street lamp power distribution box above. And water, I have a neighbor who not only repairs water and electrical lines but also repairs used cars..."
Martin excitedly rambled to Lane, expressing his willingness.
In the quiet sewer, besides the squeaking of black rats and the splashing sound of footsteps, Martin's voice faintly echoed in the sewer.
"Someone's coming!"
Selene, who had been silent, flipped her trench coat and drew two black handguns from her lower back.
Modified Beretta F92S. She knocked the two handguns together, click-clack, chambering a round.
The twenty-odd Spade Soldier also reacted quickly. They quickly took cover at the corner of the sewer, raised their guns, and aimed forward...
Frank made a gesture, and a Spade Soldier took a military drone from his tactical backpack.
After simple manipulation, the drone ascended, flying along the top of the sewer with a barely audible buzzing sound.
Many Soldier clicked the button on the left side of their night vision goggles, entering the drone's perspective.
Lane took a pair of night vision goggles from a Soldier behind him and put them on.
"Those Black Wolves have been getting more and more rampant lately. We have to take a big detour just to get takeout now!"
In the darkness, two figures walked in the sewer.
The Military Drone hovered at the top of the sewer. In the drone's night vision mode, Lane clearly saw that these two "people" were actually two Human Form Mutant Turtles.
Under the drone's high-definition camera, the eye masks on the turtles' faces and the pizza boxes in their hands were clearly visible.
Talking Turtles?
Frank also clearly saw this scene through the drone and looked at Lane, somewhat stunned.
"How should we deal with them?"
Frank made a tactical hand signal towards Lane.
"Capture them first!"
Lane turned off the drone's view sharing mode on his head.
Frank nodded and directly issued combat orders to the Diamonds Squad under his command via communicator.
...…
"There's no method, those werewolves are too strong, and they breed like rats, litter after litter. Hmm, this pizza place is good, they put enough durian..."
"Hey, Mickey, be careful, don't eat Leonardo's and Tailuo's too!"
The turtle man wearing a red eye mask and carrying Sai on his back held takeout boxes in both hands and shouted impatiently at the other turtle man wearing an orange-red eye mask.
"Hmm, don't worry, I definitely won't touch theirs, but if Master Splinter catches us, it's better if I eat them!"
The turtle man wearing an orange-red eye mask and carrying Nunchucks at his waist swallowed the last piece of pizza and wiped his mouth.
"Master Splinter means we might have to move out of this district recently, maybe even out of New York..."
"Why? We've lived here for so long. Just because of these werewolves, we have to leave our home!"
The turtle man with the red eye mask said hatefully, "Mickey, since we know their base camp, why don't we go there and drive them away!"
"Just the four of us against hundreds of werewolves!?" The turtle man with the orange-red eye mask, Raphael, shook his head repeatedly, "Let alone the four of us, even with Master, it would be tough!"
"Coward!" The turtle man with the red eye mask couldn't help but mock the turtle man with the orange-red eye mask.
"Raphael, that's a Human Form Attack!"
"No, that's a Turtle Form Attack..."
"Take this kick..."
The two turtles played around and soon reached the corner of the sewer.
Just as the turtle man wearing the orange-red eye mask turned the corner, "Whoosh whoosh..."
A dense volley of tranquilizer darts shot directly at him.
"Raphael, be careful!"
The turtle man wearing the orange-red eye mask suddenly turned around, pushed the turtle man wearing the red eye mask behind him, and took the tranquilizer darts directly on his turtle shell.
"Hey, you hit my rear!"
The powerful tranquilizer darts caused the turtle man wearing the orange-red eye mask to feel a wave of dizziness.
Relying on his hard turtle shell, he blocked most of the tranquilizer darts, but a few still hit his legs and rear.
These powerful tranquilizers, specially prepared for werewolves, were unbearable even for non-Human Form beings like the turtle men.
"Mickey!"
The turtle man wearing the red eye mask reached out and pulled his unconscious brother behind him, took the Sai from his back, held them in his hands, and watched warily ahead.
"I heard you say you know where that group of werewolves' base camp is?"
Tap tap tap...
The sound of leather shoes stepping on water echoed, and a man in a tuxedo appeared before Raphael.
"Who are you? Why did you attack us!"
Raphael gripped his Sai warily and demanded.
"I'm looking for that group of werewolves. I'd like to ask you to lead the way!"
Tap tap tap tap tap...
Intensive footsteps sounded, and a group of Fully Armed Human Soldier appeared behind Lane, aiming their guns at Raphael.
"Never!"
Among the four Mutant Turtle Brothers, Raphael was the most impatient.
If Mickey had not been unconscious, or if the other two turtles were here, they might have feigned compliance with Lane.
But Raphael didn't care about any of that. Facing a line of gun barrels pointed directly at him, he shook his Sai and quickly lunged, stabbing towards Lane's chest.
Lane waved his hand, stopping the Soldier who wanted to shoot. He held the rapier in his left hand and the hilt in his right, drawing the sword from its sheath.
With two Sai in hand, Raphael quickly attacked.
The sharp tips of the Sai were close to Lane's chest in the blink of an eye...
Ching! A silver light flashed in the dark sewer.
Raphael only felt a pain in his wrist. With a clang, his right hand hurt, and the fork in his hand fell directly to the ground.
"The next sword, I'll stab your left wrist!"
Hearing Lane's words, Raphael was a little unconvinced. He swung his left hand, and the steel fork in his hand changed rapidly according to the Ninja Techniques taught by his Master.
"Clang!"
"You can try again, but next time it will be your heart!"
Lane straightened his arm, the silver-white rapier pointing directly at the turtle man before him.
Raphael endured the pain in his wrist, looked at the steel fork at his feet, and then looked back at his unconscious brother.
"I'll take you, but you have to let my brother go!"
"You have no choice, but if you take us to the werewolves' base camp, I will let you go!"
Lane took a white handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped the rapier.
"Bandage him up. Two men, carry his brother!"
(end of chapter )