Chapter 120: Werewolves in the Sewer
"My butt!"
In the dim Sewer, a miserable howl rang out. The shrill sound scared several rats that had come out to forage, sending them fleeing in panic.
"Shut up, Mickey! Your butt is fine, we're in big trouble!"
Michelangelo looked with a confused gaze at Raphael squatting in front of him, then looked at the Human Soldiers patrolling with guns beside him, momentarily unable to figure out the situation.
"Listen, Mickey, they are here to find trouble with those Werewolves, and need us to lead the way for them to that group of Werewolves' Base Camp. We can take this opportunity to drive this group of Werewolves out of the Sewer..."
"Hey, I say Brother, what's wrong with your hand?"
Mickey stared intently at Raphael Raph's wrist.
Both of Raphael Raph's wrists were wrapped in thick gauze.
Raphael Raph subconsciously pulled his hands behind his back and clasped them behind his back as if nothing was wrong: "Nothing, just fell down, my wrist is dislocated! Mickey, this is an opportunity. As long as this group of Humanity eliminates those damned Werewolves, we won't have to move... Hey, what are you doing..."
Raphael Raph quickly grabbed Michelangelo's hand, stopping his attempt to pull out the nunchaku from his waist, and gently shook his head at him.
Michelangelo looked at Raphael Raph's wrist wrapped in white medical gauze, his eyes under the orange eyepatch were full of anger: "They hurt you, Raphael Raph, I'm going to teach them a lesson!"
"Don't be impulsive, Mickey, we are not their Rivals!"
The usually impulsive Raphael had now become the calm one.
"Remember that little gadget Tailuo made for us? Calm down, don't be impulsive!"
Michelangelo's heart stirred as he listened to Raphael Raph's words.
If he remembered correctly, the little gadget Tailuo recently made for them was a locator device that displayed the bearing in real-time.
After pressing the switch, it would automatically trigger the alarm system on Donatello's computer.
That is to say, Tailuo and the others have already discovered their situation.
What they needed to do now was buy time and wait for Leonardo and Tailuo and the others to come for rescue.
At that time, combining the strength of the four of them, they would definitely be able to beat this group of people down.
Understanding this point, his hand holding the nunchaku slowly loosened.
"Are you done discussing, kid? Now that your Brother is awake, hurry up and lead the way!"
Frank, with a height of nearly 1.9 meters, stood in front of the two Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT) who were less than 1.6 meters tall, and immediately a shadow fell over them.
Using the residual light from the Spade Soldier's searchlight, Michelangelo raised his head and immediately saw the ferocious skull on Frank's T-shirt.
"Hey, I've seen you, big guy, you're the Punisher!"
Michelangelo almost jumped up directly. As a member of New York's self-proclaimed Superheroes.
With his lively personality, he occasionally paid attention to the movements of his peers.
Among these, naturally, were the Daredevil and Punisher who were gaining significant momentum recently.
The Underworld has always had a legend that Kingpin died by the Punisher's hand.
Michelangelo once asked Tailuo to help him hack the City Government's surveillance system and retrieved some images and data from it.
Among them was a recording of the Punisher and Daredevil together attacking Kingpin's Territory.
Unlike Daredevil who liked to wear a mask and hood, the Punisher always disdained hiding his identity.
Especially his unchanging, iconic skull shirt, allowed Mickey to recognize the person in front of him at a glance.
"Punisher, we are not Enemies, we are also Superheroes, the famous Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT),"
After Michelangelo's gaze met Frank's scrutinizing gaze, his voice immediately halved, and he said awkwardly, "Uh, okay, just a little famous in the nearby Street Blocks!"
Superheroes, these two Turtles? Not those Anomalous Creatures, or Mutants?
Frank scrutinized Michelangelo, habitually took out a cigar box from his pocket, imitating Boss Tang's manner, wanting to take out a cigar and light it.
Just as he rubbed his fingers, a cluster of bean-sized flames at his fingertips appeared out of thin air.
Whoosh! A water jet descended from the sky, directly extinguishing the flames at his fingertips.
"The methane concentration value of this abandoned Sewer is not low. Be careful of explosion!"
Lane spread out his palm, and a transparent water flow, like a ribbon, smoothly flowed between his palms.
"Alright!" Frank shrugged, indicating he understood, took off the cigar and put it back into the cigar box.
Lane waved his hand casually, and the water flow wrapped around his palms turned into a high-pressure water jet, spraying onto the wall beside them, splashing up a large spray of water.
"It's far worse than Boss Tang..."
Looking at the large area of wall plaster that had been damaged, Lane shook his head with some disappointment.
Boss Tang could use a few drops of water to unleash the force of an automatic rifle; his was at best just a high-pressure water jet.
However, Lane felt the ability to control water flow as if originating from the depths of the bloodline, and was sincerely shocked by Boss Tang's methods.
This method of bestowing strength upon others, in his impression, was an authority only possessed by deities of legend.
"It's time to go!"
Selene walked over with a cold face and gestured towards the two of them.
"In a few more hours, Boss Tang should be getting off the aircraft!"
Lane nodded and said to Frank:
"Frank, you take the three of them and lead the way!"
.........
"Are you turtle people?"
Martin looked at the two Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT) Brothers walking beside him, both shocked and filled with fear by their appearance, and also afraid of losing his dock security guard job to two more competitors.
He looked somewhat timidly at Michelangelo's dark green shell.
Among the mole people, a rumor has always circulated that in the Sewers of New York, a giant cannibal alligator lurks, preying on lone vagrants and mole people living in the Sewers.
Could it be that these two turtle people are the legendary alligators? Their skin color does resemble them somewhat.
"We are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT), not turtle people!"
Michelangelo glared at Martin somewhat irritably, feeling furious, but it wasn't good to vent it on this homeless man in front of him.
"Alright, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT)," Martin replied awkwardly.
Perhaps the two Turtles' round shells and heads were truly too lacking in deterrence; after walking for a distance, Martin really couldn't help but ask again, "Do you eat humanity?"
"Do you think that stinky meat on your body smells like pizza?" Michelangelo turned his head and retorted.
"Uh?" Martin was choked, hesitated, just as he was about to continue asking.
Michelangelo glared at him fiercely and threatened, "If you speak again, do you think I won't blow your head off!"
Martin, looking at this large green Turtle with the nunchaku tucked into its waist, decidedly shut up.
To cope with the flooding after heavy rain, New York has thousands of miles of pipelines and dozens of Sewage Treatment Plants. Beneath this Super City, a vast Underground Maze is densely spread.
Even someone holding a Sewer Map walking in this vast Underground Maze can easily get lost.
Of course, Martin, who had lived here for several years, and the two Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT) Brothers who had lived here for over a decade, were naturally familiar with the paths. Under their leadership.
Lane and his group wandered through the Sewer for about half an hour, finally faintly heard a burst of noise coming from ahead.
"Sniff, sniff!" Selene's nose twitched slightly, and she glanced at Lane.
"It's definitely the smell of those big dogs, there are at least dozens!"
Lane glanced at Frank.
"Locate!"
Frank raised a hand, and the Soldiers behind him stopped in their tracks.
As he issued the order over the command channel, two Soldiers took out several simple metal parts from their backpacks, quickly assembled these parts, putting together something resembling a satellite radar dish. They installed a high-power battery.
Soon, a device resembling a simple signal transmitter took shape.
They placed this signal transmitter on one side of the Sewer.
After a Card Soldier pressed the switch, the signal transmitter immediately began continuously emitting strong frequency signals.
Other Card Soldiers checked their equipment one after another, ejected their magazines to check their bullets. The magazines were loaded with green hollow silver-tipped bullets.
This was the special high-potency tranquilizer bullet developed by Oscorp Laboratory at Boss Tang's request.
To develop this tranquilizer dart, during this time, Frank led a team specifically to capture some dark creatures for experiments.
The Vampires used in the experiments only lasted fifteen seconds against this special tranquilizer dart.
And this time, the silver-plated bullet tips were loaded with double the dosage of tranquilizer.
.........
After the signal transmitter was installed, it continuously emitted strong frequency signals. Less than a minute after the signal was sent, it was quickly captured by the Artificial Intelligence Red Queen of the Skynet Information Department.
Red Queen, according to the preset program, directly sent the signal coordinate location to several fully armed Card Squads who were already ready for battle.
The Card Soldiers distributed on the rooftops of various buildings stepped onto their Dark Magic Skateboards and ascended into the sky, slicing through the dark night, rushing towards the target point.
.........
A location in the abandoned sewer was partitioned off, creating a large, spacious, and "bright" space.
This section of the sewer junction, partitioned into several large rooms, was divided using iron bars and stone slabs. The space inside was clean, bright, and dry.
In each room, furniture and home appliances were placed. If it weren't in the sewer, this would completely be a super large apartment.
In a room full of electrical parts, a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle (TMNT) wearing a purple eye mask was lazily lying on his side on the sofa, holding a large bag of chips in one hand, the other hand reaching into the bag, occasionally grabbing a piece and putting it into his mouth, chewing with a crunching sound.
Beside the sofa, on a display screen, the latest Hollywood blockbuster was playing.
"Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding..."
A piercing and urgent alarm bell suddenly rang out from the speaker above a computer host in the room.
The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle (TMNT) wearing the purple eye mask, hearing the alarm, was startled for a moment, then hastily threw the chips aside and leaped up from the sofa.
Quickly came to a computer, after a burst of rapid keyboard typing sounds.
On the computer screen, two moving red dots flickered on a map.
"Oh my goodness!" The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle (TMNT) wearing the purple eye mask, looking at the movement trajectory of the two red dots, exclaimed.
"Leonardo, this is bad, Raphael and the two of them have run off to the Werewolf Lair!"
The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle (TMNT) wearing the purple eye mask almost rushed out of the room like the wind.
In the open area outside, within a training ground enclosed by wire fence, a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle (TMNT) wearing a blue eyepatch was training his swordsmanship against a row of dummies.
Hearing the shouts, he frowned, inserted his twin blades back into the scabbard behind his back, bent his thick legs and jumped, directly leaping over the fence that was taller than a person.
"Tailuo, what's going on? Explain clearly!"
"Raphael and Mickey, the two of them, the tracking device on their bodies triggered the alarm. Looking at the locator display, they're walking towards that group of Werewolves' Base Camp!"
Donatello explained frantically to the leader.
Donatello is the Fourth Brother among the four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT), skilled in using a staff, and is also a scientific genius.
Some of the equipment used by the four brothers were all invented and manufactured by him.
As for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle (TMNT) with twin blades inserted behind his back and wearing a blue eyepatch, he is the leader of the four brothers, Leonardo.
Perhaps due to his age, he is the most steady one among the four brothers.
As for the other two, naturally, are the captured Second Brother Raphael and the Third Brother Michelangelo.
The names of the four brothers are all taken from artists of the Italian Renaissance era.
"They went to the Werewolves' Base Camp!?"
Leonardo, hearing the Fourth Brother's words, his complexion immediately became somewhat solemn.
"Yes, looking at the locator display, they are indeed walking in the direction of the Werewolf Base Camp! What should we do? Should we go directly to rescue them, or notify Master?"
Donatello was somewhat flustered, but although his tone carried fear towards that group of Werewolves,
it was clear that his options never included abandoning his brothers.
"No need to notify Master. Get ready, bring your inventions. We'll rescue them and leave immediately. Don't prolong the battle!"
When the four brothers had nothing to do, they would peek at those Werewolves and even occasionally bet on them. Leonardo naturally knew how formidable those Werewolves were.
Knew deeply that if they fought head-on, even with Master, they would have no chance of winning at all.
If they could secretly rescue Raphael and Mickey, that would be best. If they couldn't rescue them, he didn't want to implicate Master.
"Okay, I'll go get the things!"
Donatello nodded and directly returned to his room, simply packed a few tools, picked up the staff placed in the room, and left their Secret Base with Leonardo.
.........
Werewolf Base Camp. The four walls of the sewer were dug out, and two sides were enclosed with iron bars, forming an open area the size of a football field.
In the open area, a group of young Werewolves were bare-chested, grappling and wrestling together in combat, venting their abundant energy.
Most of them were newcomers who had just been transformed and could not yet perfectly master their own strength.
On the Stone Platform, Lucien sat on an old sofa with his chest exposed, holding a flat flask in his hand, occasionally taking a couple of gulps from it.
The combat of these young Werewolves below the platform seemed to completely fail to interest him, the Werewolf Leader.
Or rather, after seeing the destroyed Vampire Castle, Lucien was temporarily lost in confusion.
After the death of his beloved woman, the only motivation supporting him to live on was revenge: killing Victor to avenge his lover.
But fate seemed to play a joke on him.
Prepared for hundreds of years, just as his great revenge was about to be completed, his enemy suddenly died.
So, what exactly had he been busy with all these years?
Gulp gulp, a flask of high-proof baijiu went down. Lucien fiercely threw the flask in his hand onto the ground.
He stood up, threw off the leather jacket on his body, and amidst the cheers of the Werewolves, was about to step down and join this chaotic combat without rules.
"Pfft, pfft..."
The fervent atmosphere made all the Werewolves in this open area fall into frenzy. A young Werewolf closest to the sewer entrance, under the influence of this fervent atmosphere, also directly imitated Lucien, took off the jacket on his body, held it in his hand, and swung it wildly.
Two Card Soldiers who had sneaked into the sewer, seeing the smooth back in front of them, simultaneously raised their guns.
"Hmm?"
The young Werewolf felt a sudden sharp pain behind his back; he couldn't help but reach his hand behind his back.
Before his hand could touch his back, he only felt his vision go black and fell directly backwards.
Before he landed, two Card Soldiers immediately crossed their arms and caught him, slowly placing him on the ground.
After silently taking care of one Werewolf, the two Soldiers quietly got up. Their Black Demon Battle Armor continuously simulated the pheromones of these Werewolves, concealing the scent on the two of them.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
Two gunshots, another Werewolf who had fallen into frenzy collapsed.
"Pfft, pfft..."
Several consecutive, almost silent gunshots were inconspicuous amidst the shouts.
Soon, the few guards with their backs to the sewer entrance were all silently taken care of.
At the sewer entrance, Card Soldiers one by one quietly filed in.
(end of chapter)