"It seems like I'm coming at the wrong time?"

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After glanced at Wang Dali, Slade gave the order, several members of the Big Foot Gang who were wearing black tight clothes, black masks, and holding samurai swords stepped forward.

Whether Wang Dali broke in by accident or followed him intentionally, in short, since he saw them, he would be unlucky.

Ignoring Wang Dali, who was already a dead person in his eyes, Slade, who was carrying Springer's neck, sneered at the three turtles in front of him.

"Hmph, after practicing the skills of a three-legged cat, I thought I was amazing? Compared to me, you are still far behind!"

The reason for the three turtles is that Raphael fainted when the sewer was blasted at the beginning, and is still buried in a pile of gravel.

"ah!!"

Seeing his father being grabbed in his hands like a dead mouse, the three little turtles could not bear it. They quickly defeated several members of the Bigfoot Gang who were attacking them with electric shocks, clasped the weapons in their hands and shouted at Slade.

"snort."

He threw the big mouse in his hand aside and was taken care of by his subordinates. Immediately, two members of the Big Foot Gang stepped forward and handcuffed Springer. Then, Slade swung his hands, and the mechanism on the armor was triggered. A total of fourteen blades on his hands were aimed at three turtles and shot out.

Dangdangdangdangdangdangdang, Donatello rotated his long stick in his hand and rushed to the front, bounced off all the flying knives that were shooting at several people. Behind him, Michelangelo jumped high while stepping on Donatello's turtle shell and kicked Slade's mask.

However, Slade turned slightly, avoided Michelangelo's big feet with only two fingers, then stretched out his right hand to grab his leg, and threw it on the ground with force.

"oh!"

The gravel splashed, and the turtle shell behind Michelangelo collided with the ground, making a bang.

Then, Slade stretched out his hands. The flying knife that had been bolted by Donatello kept shaking, and then rushed towards the fourteen ejection frames on Slade's hands as if he was being pulled.

When he noticed the strong wind behind him, Leonardo, the boss of the four turtles, suddenly turned around and raised his hands to ping. With the flashing shadow of the knife, he blocked all fourteen flying knives. The flying knives bypassed him and Donatello and returned to Slade's arm in a fan shape.

"ha!"

Donatello swept the long stick in his hand and attacked Slade's waist. The opponent reached out to block it, blocking Donatello's hands with the power of an arm. Then Slade quickly took a step forward and punched Donatello's abdomen, hitting the turtle weighing 200 pounds high, and hitting the wall a few meters behind.

Then, facing Leonardo's double swords, Slade raised his hands and fought with the other party with the blade in his hand, and he went back and forth. Seeing Leonardo's straight stab, he immediately measured the blade in his hand and let Leonardo's samurai sword pass through the two blades.

Then he pulled the knife with his left hand and stuck it. The blade with a cold light flashing on his right hand suddenly slashed across Leonardo's head. In order to avoid being disfigured and headshot, Leonardo had to give up the weapon in his left hand and retreat.

Throwing the samurai sword in his hand aside, Slade turned around and kicked it sideways, and quietly got up from the ground, holding a nunchakus to prepare to attack from behind him. The little turtle with a yellow eye mask let out another cry of pain and followed Donatello's footsteps.

"The master cannot do it, and the disciple cannot do it. You wastes really waste my mutagen."

He beat the three little turtles to almost no fight back. Slade put his hands on them and mocked them. As soon as he finished speaking, the gravel behind the three turtles shook, and Raphael finally woke up from the dizziness affected by the bomb.

"Well, what's going on?"

He shook his head, looked at Slade, who was standing opposite his brother and his bruised father who was bound on the other side, and his eyes immediately became sharp. Raphael pulled out two and three forks from his waist and stood beside his brothers.

Just when the two sides were in opposition, the situation was tense, and the battle was about to break out, a sound rang out in the sewer.

"I said, have you forgotten something?"

“!!!”

Hearing this voice, Slade suddenly turned around and found that Wang Dali, who had just been killed by his order, was standing behind him leisurely. At Wang Dali's feet, members of the Big Foot Gang were lying all over the floor.

Seeing this, Slade narrowed his eyes and chuckled.

"Okay, I admit that I underestimated you. But in front of me, you are not that."

"Yeah?"

Wang Dali raised his eyebrows and quickly disappeared from the spot, reaching Slade within one tenth of a second.

Staring at the extremely narrowing pupils under the other side, Wang Dali released his fist.

"The first move of Hercules Fist!"

when!

The armor on Slade's chest made a loud metal collision, just like a temple bell ringing by a log sled hammer in a temple. It was forged one by one by one by the high-intensity workshop, and the spliced ​​alloy armor was sunk into the whole piece. Just like a little turtle that had just been knocked away, Slade, who was hit, couldn't help but leave the ground.

Like a painting, he was hit by Wang Dali and directly pressed against the wall. A mouthful of blood was sprayed out of Slade's mouth, covered with the mask on his face, and his head tilted and he died.

"Good opportunity!"

While the members of the Bigfoot Gang were panicking about the leader being knocked away by someone else's punch, the four turtles decisively stepped forward, knocked them down with three punches and two kicks, and rescued Springer.

Find the key from the member of the Bigfoot Gang next to him, Donatello opened the handcuffs and shackles on Springer's body, Raphael went to get the first aid kit, and the remaining two turtles greeted the big rat with concern.

"Father, are you okay?"

"Father, are you okay?"

Trying to open his eyes, Springer looked at the children who were not seriously injured, felt relieved, and then said anxiously.

"Children, go quickly, you are no match for Slade!"

"Father, Slade has been defeated, look."

Pointing at Slade's body not far away, Leonardo said to Springer.

...

"This Slade is poisonous, why is it so stripped? Which version of the Ninja Turtle is this?"

Looking at Slade, who was punched by himself not far away, and fell to the ground and was still moving, Wang Dali couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't use much force just now.

But soon, he had his own understanding.

"It should be a substitute, right? That's right, it's a substitute."

In Wang Dali's impression, Slade is a very powerful villain. He even has a lot of alien technology in his hand and has almost an immortal body. A guy wearing such a sexy bag but useless armor must not be Slade himself.
Chapter completed!