Chapter 123: Catching the Wolf (Part 3)
In the video, an ink-black werewolf nearly three meters tall was fighting with a human wearing a Skull Shirt.
They had all seen the black werewolf, Lucien, the Leader of the Werewolves.
A very strong werewolf, especially after transforming, possessing that kind of strength, speed, and even explosive power.
Even their Master, after seeing the video of Lucien transforming and fighting and tearing at several black werewolves, admitted frankly that he was not Lucien's opponent.
In terms of combat skills and martial arts, Leonardo was confident that the few of them, having studied Ninjutsu under Master Splinter for many years, were completely not inferior to Lucien. However, Lucien's physique was truly too powerful. After transforming into a Werewolf, a casual punch from him could bend steel pillars and tear through steel fences.
If Lucien were to fight them, it would be like a strong man fighting a primary school student.
In Master Splinter's words, this is called One Force Overcomes Ten Skills.
No matter how many skills, they are all futile in the face of absolute strength.
But in the video, this Werewolf Leader whose claws could tear through steel was clearly at a disadvantage.
The human wearing the Skull Shirt was only holding an ejection knife in his hand when facing Lucien's pounce.
With a few dodges and shifts, like a nimble ape, he easily avoided Lucien's claws. The ejection knife in his hand was like a utility knife cutting paper, easily leaving scratches on Lucien's body.
In the mere ten-odd seconds Leonardo held the handheld device, he personally watched as four or five more scratches appeared on Lucien's body.
These scratches kept oozing blood. Coupled with the previous knife marks, Lucien, a Black-haired Werewolf, had the fur on his body almost covered by a sticky, nearly congealed dark red paste, turning him into a blood wolf.
Looking at the ejection knife held in the man's hand in the video, Leonardo subconsciously touched the twin blades on his back.
He vaguely asked himself in his heart, if Lucien were replaced by himself, could he withstand this small ejection knife in the man's hand? The answer was no!
This Skull Man not only far surpassed him in strength and speed, but when his ejection knife struck, Leonardo even felt a trace of extremely exquisite swordsmanship.
Just like the Legend of the Art of Butcher Ding that Master Splinter had told them about.
He actually saw this kind of artistic conception in the Skull Shirt Man.
"The Punisher? Are these Song Tang's people?"
Donatello leaned next to Leonardo and looked at the video in the surveillance feed on the handheld device. The man's face in the video flashed by.
Donatello, however, saw the man's face clearly.
"The Punisher!? Tailuo, you know these people?" Leonardo turned his face to look at Donatello and asked.
"Hmm, Mickey had me keep an eye on the various Vigilantes active in New York! This Man wearing the Skull Shirt is the Punisher, a recently renowned Superhero in New York!
However, I found that he has another identity: the Vice President of the Security Company under New York's Tang Group.
I checked the information on this Tang Group. Their Boss is called Song Tang. He is a famous Underworld Leader in New York. Some people say that after Kingpin's death, this Song Tang is the new Underworld Emperor of New York!"
"It's obvious, this Punisher attacking Kingpin wasn't Vigilante Behavior, but a Gang vendetta!"
Donatello spoke about his understanding of Frank and the Tang Group.
Leonardo heard Tailuo's words, and his green round face's eyebrows furrowed even tighter.
Why would a Crime Boss of New York's Underworld conflict with Werewolves living in the Sewer?
And how did Raphael and Mickey get involved?
"Found Raphael and Mickey!" Donatello remotely controlled the surveillance camera to turn its perspective and finally found two familiar figures among a group of fully armed Black-Armored Soldier.
Two short figures, one point five meters tall, stood among a group of Black-Armored Soldier with an average height of one point nine meters, completely blocked from view, if not for their own conspicuous colors.
Donatello might not have been able to find them.
"What should we do?"
Leonardo heard the footsteps getting closer and closer behind them and grabbed Donatello's shoulder, pulling him forward to run.
"There's nothing we can do now. First, let's meet up with Raphael and Mickey and find out their situation. If they were really captured by these people, then we'll figure out a way to rescue them!"
...…
Lucien groggily swung a punch. As expected, his punch missed.
Lucien, suffering from severe blood loss, with the momentum of his punch, directly fell headfirst onto the ground.
Lucien, who had fallen to the ground, struggled to get up, but excessive blood loss made his arms unable to support his massive body.
Thud! He had just propped up his body when his arms went weak, and he directly fell back onto the ground.
Beneath him, the blood oozing from the knife marks and wounds quickly pooled into a small red puddle.
"He's a tough guy!"
Looking at Lucien who kept trying to get up, the ejection knife in Frank's hand spun into a flourish between his fingers and was closed and retracted into his palm.
"Hoo hoo hoo..."
At this moment, within the entire Werewolf Base Camp, the over two hundred Werewolves who had been driven here saw this scene and couldn't help but let out bursts of muffled roars from their throats.
Even when facing the combined suppression of dozens of fully armed Black-Armored Soldier and over twenty Lizardmen, the wolf pack still became restless.
"Don't move, everyone don't move!"
Seeing that the wolf pack was about to charge forward and fight the enemies before them desperately, Lucien heard the increasingly dense gunfire coming from all directions, mixed with the muffled "bang bang" sounds from the explosion of flashbang grenades and concentrated chili powder hand grenades.
And more and more Werewolves were also being driven to the open area of the Base Camp. Lucien's Werewolf body directly retreated back to human form. He held on with his last breath and climbed up from the ground, and stumbled towards Lane, who had a rapier hanging at his waist.
"Can I use the Perfect Blood to exchange for the lives of my kin? I can make them all leave New York!"
Lane lowered his head, looking at the man in front of him whose body was bleeding non-stop.
Just moments ago, Lucien used the Perfect Blood as a wager, proposing a fair one-on-one duel with them.
The conditions were that if he won, Lane and his people would let Lucien and his kin leave.
Regarding what he said about the Perfect Blood, which could fuse with any gene to strengthen oneself and was not afraid of disease, blades, or guns,
Lane felt that the Boss would be interested, so he agreed to his requirement.
However, it was obvious, he lost! "You should know that those who fail are not qualified to make conditions!" Lane looked at Lucien, who was like a blood-soaked gourd, and just said lightly.
"Kill me and let my kin go!"
(End of chapter)