"Looks like I'm here at the wrong time?"

"Kill him."

Glancing at Wang Dali, Slade gave an order, and immediately several members of the Bigfoot Gang wearing black tights, black masks, and katanas stepped forward.

Regardless of whether Wang Dali inadvertently broke in, or deliberately followed, in short, since he saw them, he was unlucky.

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

"Hmph, after practicing the kung fu of the three-legged cat a few times, you think you are amazing? You're a long way from me! ”

The reason why it is three turtles is because Raphael was stunned when the sewer was blasted at the beginning, and is still buried in a pile of rubble.

"Yikes!!"

Seeing his father being grabbed by the other party like a dead mouse, the three little turtles couldn't bear it. They quickly knocked down several Bigfoot members who were attacking them with stunners, clenched their weapons and shouted and charged towards Slade.

"Hmph."

Throwing the rat aside to be guarded by his men, two Bigfoot members immediately stepped forward to handcuff Spring. Then, with a flick of his hands, the mechanism on the armor was triggered, and a total of fourteen blades on both hands were aimed at the three turtles and shot out in a volley.

Donatello spun his long stick and rushed to the front, flicking off all the knives that shot at several people. Behind him, Michelangelo leaped high on Donatello's tortoise shell and kicked Slade's mask.

It's just that Slade was slightly on one side, dodging Michelangelo's big feet with only two fingers, and then stretched out his right hand to grab his leg and threw it on the ground.

"Oh!"

Gravel flew and Michelangelo's tortoise shell collided with the ground with a bang.

Then, Slade held out his hands. The knives that had been bounced off by Donatello kept shaking, and then rushed towards the fourteen catapults on Slade's hands as if they were being towed.

Sensing the strong wind behind him, Leonardo, the eldest of the four turtles, turned his head sharply and raised his double knife ping-pong in his hand. The shadow of the knife flickered, blocking all fourteen flying knives. The throwing knife circled around him and Donatello and fanned back into Slade's arm.

"Hah!"

Donatello swept his long stick and slammed it into Slade's waist. The other party reached out to block, and with the strength of one arm, he blocked Donatello's hands with all his strength. Then Slade quickly stepped forward and punched Donatello in the abdomen, sending the two-hundred-pound turtle flying high and slamming into the wall a few meters behind.

Then, in the face of Leonardo's twin knives, Slade raised his hands and fought with the blades in his hands. When he saw Leonardo's straight stab, he immediately measured the blade in his hand, allowing Leonardo's katana to pass through the two blades.

Then he pulled his left hand, jamming the knife, and the blade of his right hand flashed with cold light and 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 katana aside in his hand, Slade turned around and kicked sideways, hitting Michelangelo, who got up from the ground without a sound, holding a nunchuck, ready to sneak up from behind him. The little turtle with the yellow blindfold let out another cry of pain and followed in Donatello's footsteps.

"The master can't do it, and neither can the apprentice. You shit, you wasted my mutagens. ”

Barely able to fight back the three little turtles, Slade taunted them with his hands on his chest. As soon as he finished speaking, the gravel behind the three turtles shook, and Raphael finally woke up from the vertigo of being affected by the bomb.

"Uh-huh, what's going on?"

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

Just when the two sides were facing each other, the situation was tense, and the battle was about to break out, a voice sounded in this sewer.

"I say, have you forgotten something?"

“！！！”

Hearing this, Slade jerked back and found that Wang Dali, who had just been ordered to be killed, was standing behind him. And at Wang Dali's feet lay a member of the Bigfoot Gang.

Seeing this, Slade narrowed his eyes and chuckled.

"Well, I'll admit, I underestimated you. But in front of me, you are no more than that. ”

"Really?"

Wang Dali raised his eyebrows, and his figure quickly disappeared in place, reaching Slade in a tenth of a second.

Staring at the extremely narrowed pupils under the other party's mask, Wang vigorously released his fist.

"Hercules Fist First Style!"

While!

The armor on Slade's chest made a loud metal crash, like a temple bell struck by a log sledgehammer. Forging piece by piece by high-strength workshop, the spliced alloy armor is sunken into it. Just like a little turtle that had just been knocked away, Slade who received this blow also involuntarily left the ground.

Like a painting, he was punched directly on the wall by Wang Dali. A mouthful of blood spurted out of Slade's mouth, staining the mask on his face, and his head tilted to death.

"Good chance!"

While the Bigfoot members were panicking that their leader was knocked away by someone else's punch, the four turtles decisively stepped forward and knocked them down with three punches and two kicks, saving Spring.

Finding the key from the Bigfoot members next to him, Donatello unlocked the handcuffs and shackles on Spring's body, Raphael went to get the first aid kit, and the remaining two turtles greeted the big rat with concern.

"Father, are you alright?"

"Father, are you alright?"

Trying to open his eyes, Springer looked at the children who were fine, felt a little relieved, and then said anxiously.

"Kids, get out of here, you're no match for Slade!"

"Father, Slade has been defeated, you see."

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

……

"This Slade is poisonous, why is it so bad? Which version of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is this? ”

Looking at Slade, who was completely out of breath after being punched by himself not far away, and slipped from the wall and fell to the ground without moving, Wang Dali couldn't believe his eyes. He obviously didn't use much force just now.

Soon, though, he had his own understanding.

"It's supposed to be a stand-in, right? That's right, it's a stand-in. ”

In Wang Dali's impression, Slade is a very powerful villain, and he even has a lot of alien technology in his hands, and he almost has an immortal body. The guy who wears such a sassy but useless armor must not be Slade himself.