Chapter 124: The Wolf Hunt Ends, An Acquaintance in the Air
Dozens of thumb-thick transparent hoses were lowered through the newly opened holes.
Thick white smoke was released from these hoses.
Seeing the white smoke, all the werewolves covered their mouths and noses and scattered, fleeing in all directions.
However, dozens of Paper Soldiers wearing full-face helmets were already waiting at the three Passage entrances, ready for battle.
The werewolves fleeing towards the Passage were met with a hail of anesthetic bullets.
...
On the Highway directly above the Werewolf Base Camp, a section of the Street Block's Highway was directly closed off, with warning signs indicating roadwork and detours erected.
On the Highway, three helicopters were parked.
Over a dozen workers wearing safety helmets carried toolboxes and entered the cabins in batches.
They were all specialized workers responsible for drilling, urgently transferred from the Dockside Apartment Building.
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz! ...
The propellers rotated, and the three helicopters hovered and took off, disappearing into the night with these workers who earned two thousand US Dollars per hour.
Two large tanker trucks were parked beside the Highway where the workers had just finished their work. The faint buzzing vibration of pressurizers could be heard from the tanker trucks.
From the modified bottom gas valves of the tanker trucks, dozens of hoses led directly underground, and rolling white mist was poured into the Sewer in a gushing manner.
The influx of anesthetic gas from two full tanker trucks made it seem as if white smoke was rising everywhere in the Sewer system throughout the Street Block.
...…
Thump thump thump...
The potent anesthetic gas, the same type as in the anesthetic bullets, caused the werewolves in the Sewer to last less than ten seconds,
before they fell down one after another, like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
Frank, wearing a pig-snout-style gas mask, walked over to Lane and looked down at Lucien, who had fallen unconscious from excessive blood loss.
"What should we do with him?"
"Stop his bleeding first. The Boss should be interested in the Perfect Blood he mentioned! As for whether he lives or dies, that's up to the Boss!"
Lane pressed the gas mask on his face with one hand and glanced at the naked Lucien, whose wounds were still bleeding.
After holding on to finish his request, Lucien immediately fainted.
Due to excessive blood loss, his complexion was almost pale.
Frank's Ejection Knife, like Lane's Rapier, caused wounds that were attached with sharp Blade Qi, leading to unstoppable bleeding.
Frank pressed the mechanism of the Ejection Knife, the blade popped out, and the sharp blade edge flashed with a red light.
Squatting down, Frank stabbed Lucien in the abdomen with a backhand strike...
...…
"Hey, Leonardo, they're so cruel, they don't even spare the dead!"
Among the group of unconscious werewolves, two green figures dragged several fainted werewolves over and piled them on top of themselves, concealing their own figures.
Donatello wore a simple gas filter mask on his face and peered out through the armpit of the werewolf pressing down on him.
When he saw Frank stab Lucien in the abdomen, he couldn't help but nudge Leonardo with his elbow.
"Shh! Don't make a sound!"
Leonardo lay on the Ground, watching the two brothers peeking around in the distance through a gap.
Raphael and Mickey both wore pig-snout-style gas masks on their faces, standing behind a group of Black-Armored Soldiers, craning their necks to look around.
Their expressions for a moment made Leonardo unable to figure out their situation.
Were they captured? Mickey's expression didn't seem like it!
At this moment, a group of Cleaners wearing yellow full-body protective suits filed into the Passage.
These people came in pairs, carrying stretchers.
They went to each unconscious werewolf, injected a tranquilizer dart, tied up their limbs, applied a mouth restraint, and carried them away, all in one smooth motion.
Two people per stretcher, throwing one or two werewolves onto each stretcher.
Besides the stretchers, some Cleaners wearing yellow full-body protective suits were also pulling a modified simple four-wheeled cart.
Four or five tied-up werewolves were thrown onto the cart and dragged towards the adjacent Sewer.
The rumbling sound of the wheels rolling was as if right beside his ear. Leonardo's hand was on the blade hilt behind him, his entire body taut to the extreme.
He didn't think he and Tailuo could hide from this group, unless they were all blind.
The rubber wheels stopped in front of him, and four feet wearing protective shoes walked towards him.
Seeing that two Cleaners were about to move the werewolf pressing down on him, Leonardo silently drew his blade halfway out of its sheath.
"Two more turtles?"
A cold voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Leonardo's movement.
He looked out through the gap in the werewolf's arm and saw a woman in black leather looking at him with interest.
Shoulder-length black hair, cold eyes, a woman like the Goddess of the Night.
Although Leonardo was not human, his aesthetic sense was no different from that of humans.
Even he was momentarily captivated by Selene's appearance.
However, the two black pistols Selene pointed at him quickly brought him back to his senses.
"Capture her and trade her for Raphael and Mickey!"
Looking at Selene, whose attire was clearly different, she was obviously an important figure among this group. An idea suddenly popped into Leonardo's mind.
He kicked upwards with his thick legs, sending the two werewolves pressing down on him flying, directly hitting and knocking away two Cleaners.
Leonardo seized the opportunity, propped himself up with one hand on the Ground, performed a carp jump, and leaped up.
His right hand drew his Katana, slashing towards Selene's face.
However, considering he needed to hijack her to trade for Raphael and the other one, Leonardo rotated the blade hilt in his palm, turned the blade, and struck towards Selene's neck with the back of the blade!
"Pfft pfft pfft..."
Selene faced the pouncing Leonardo and the gleaming long blade in his hand.
Kicking off the Ground, she leaped backward, and the Katana in Leonardo's hand slashed past just above Selene's nose.
"Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft..."
Selene leaped backward, arching her body. While in mid-air, she instantly emptied half a magazine from the dual pistols in her hands.
Facing the incoming bullets, Leonardo spun around, curled his limbs into a ball, and used the thick turtle shell on his back to forcefully block Selene's dual pistol shots.
"Clang clang clang clang clang..."
The Silver-tipped Bullets hitting the Dark Green Turtle Shell actually produced a metallic clang.
"What a hard turtle shell!"
Not far away, Frank saw this scene, stroked his chin, and nodded towards Leonardo.
"Lane, can your sword pierce its turtle shell?"
"I'd have to try to know!" Lane looked at Leonardo's reversed blade edge, a hint of regret in his eyes.
If this turtle person had used the blade edge instead of the back of the blade just now, he could have shown Frank.
Whether his Rapier could pierce this turtle's turtle shell. "The Boss's flight will land at the Airport in another hour and a half,"
Lane raised his hand and glanced at the Rolex watch on his wrist, instructing Frank:
"I need to rush to pick him up. I'll leave this place to you!"
"Go ahead! Say hello to the Boss for me!" Frank waved his hand, focusing on the fight between the green-skinned turtle and Selene.
Lane nodded and hurried towards a Sewer exit leading Outside with two Paper Soldiers.
Time was tight. Although helicopters were already arranged Outside, waiting to take off for the Airport at any moment.
And at the Airport, seven Mercedes and one Rolls-Royce had also been arranged.
However, before that, Lane needed to wash up and change clothes. After all, staying in the Sewer for so long, he smelled awful, and it wouldn't be good to meet the Boss like that.
...…
Clang! Clang! Using the hardness of his turtle shell to resist the bullets, Leonardo spun his body rapidly, charging towards Selene like a spinning top.
The two long blades in his hands danced quickly, sweeping away the bullets that bounced off his turtle shell.
Clatter clatter...
In the Sewer, the sound of gun bolts being pulled back echoed.
"Hey, Punisher, that's my brother, he came looking for us, this is a misunderstanding, I'll handle it, I'll handle it!"
Seeing the Black-Armored Soldiers in front and behind him raising their guns, Mickey quickly jumped up and waved his hands towards Frank.
Frank looked at the partially visible Mickey, sometimes seeing a turtle shell, sometimes only seeing a pair of hands.
Waving his hand, the Paper Soldiers blocking Mickey's path cleared a way.
On the other side, Selene emptied the chambers of her dual pistols, retreating while reloading with two extended magazines.
"Pfft pfft..."
"Clang clang!"
Selene fired two shots tentatively. Without exception, the bullets were blocked by the rapidly rotating turtle shell.
A spinning top carrying long blades, constantly spinning at a decent speed, and it even had bulletproof properties.
Selene flicked her wrists, and her two handguns were about to unleash the Brotherhood of Assassins' unique skill - Curved Shooting.
"Whoosh!"
Just then, a green figure leaped out from the pile of unconscious werewolves, stepped on the spinning turtle shell, launched into the air again, and swung the staff in his hand towards Selene's gun-holding wrist.
"Got her!"
Donatello swung the staff in his hand, seeing that the next moment he would knock the gun from the woman's hand. As long as he held her hostage, he could rescue Raphael and Mickey.
Clang! A section of nunchaku was suddenly thrown from a distance, striking Donatello's staff. The iron chain connecting the nunchaku directly wrapped around the staff, causing the staff's direction to shift.
Crack! Donatello's staff struck the Ground heavily...
"Mickey!"
His staff strike missed. Donatello looked at the nunchaku wrapped around his staff and stared in astonishment in the direction the nunchaku had flown from.
"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"
Michelangelo Mickey, after throwing the nunchaku, ran in front of Donatello and blocked him with his arm.
At the same time, he intentionally or unintentionally used the turtle shell on his back to block Selene's gun muzzle.
"Misunderstanding, Tailuo, Raphael and I just happened to run into Punisher and them. Recently, the Sewers have been overrun with werewolves, and they were commissioned by The Church to clear them out! They didn't know the Werewolf Base Camp. Didn't we also have to move because these werewolves forced us out? So we brought them here!"
"But..." Looking at Raphael, who was walking over with his hand wrapped in gauze, Donatello had some questions in his heart. He was about to speak.
A hand patted his shoulder from behind.
"That was our misunderstanding. Tailuo and I thought you were captured by the werewolves, which is why we came over. We didn't understand the situation at first!"
Leonardo, watching Mickey frantically winking and gesturing at him, put his twin blades back behind him and bowed to Selene, saying:
"I'm truly sorry, madam, no offense intended! We were rude!"
Selene, following Leonardo's ninety-degree bow, nodded slightly, put her dual pistols back into the holsters on her thighs, and walked away.
"Alright, little turtles, since you led us to the Werewolf Base Camp, we'll keep our word. It's almost dawn, go back and sleep early!"
Frank walked up to Mickey, reached out, slapped a stack of US Dollars into his hand, and patted his shoulder at the same time:
"I broke your pizza just now, and your brother's hand is injured. Take this to buy some medicine!"
Facing Frank, the four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tensed their muscles, unconsciously adopting defensive stances.
There was nothing they could do. The scene of Frank using a small knife to slice up a werewolf as large as Lucien until he looked like a bloody gourd was simply too shocking.
"Thank you! Thank you! If there's nothing else, we'll be going now!"
Michelangelo Mickey clutched the money in his hand and said to Frank in a questioning tone.
"Go ahead!" Frank waved his hand in dismissal.
The four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles walked towards the Sewer Passage, half-believing, half-doubting.
Seeing that no one was stopping them, the four unconsciously quickened their pace.
As their figures disappeared into the Passage, the sound of frantic footsteps came from within the Passage.
The scene returned to calm. A group of Cleaners continued to orderly transport the unconscious werewolves. Frank stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the cleanup progress.
Seeing that the scene was cleared, the unconscious werewolves and werewolf corpses had all been transported out of this Hall, which was converted from a Sewer.
After all the Cleaners had withdrawn, the Paper Soldiers also evacuated from the Sewer through various exits.
Selene also left shortly after Lane departed.
Frank, who was in charge of the aftermath, stayed until the very end. Seeing a Paper Soldier carrying a medical box pass by,
He reached out and beckoned, calling the Medic over.
"Has that little turtle's blood sample been preserved?"
"It has been stored!" the Medic, who had just bandaged Raphael Raph's wound, reported.
Frank nodded: "Send it to Raccoon City along with the werewolf blood samples later, and give it to Professor Connors!"
"Yes, Officer!"
The Square Medic, who was directly under Frank's command, saluted.
Just as Frank was the last one to leave the Sewer,
an Airbus 310 flying from Ushuaia, Argentina to New York was entering the airspace over New York.
"Wow, who is that? It looks like a person, someone flying, is it Superman?"
A child's exclamation rang out in the business class cabin, unusually loud in the quiet cabin in the early morning.
Tang Song, with one arm around Fox, letting her sleep soundly on his shoulder, heard the child's exclamation. His heart stirred, and he lifted the curtains covering the airplane window.
Outside the cabin, the sun had not yet risen. In the hazy dawn light, the clouds were already slightly tinged with white.
A figure in gold and red, exceptionally flashy, an Iron Man, was soaring through the clouds, propelling with blue flames from his hands and feet.
The gold and red figure flashed through the clouds, leaving a trail of cloud in the air. Shortly after he left, a Federal Fighter Jet pursued from a distance, chasing in his direction.
(End of chapter)