The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1151 Schreid's Luck Strikes (Physics)

Dr. Fucittod's words were actually an understatement; instead of saying "impact," the word "destruction" would be more accurate.

Seeing that the discussion couldn't reach a conclusion, Yang Le had no choice but to put this top priority aside for the time being. He decided to first study the underground crystal, which was a valuable resource, but he didn't know if it was a renewable resource.

"Don't worry, Mr. Yang Le," Modu assured him. "I'll discuss your problem with my companions when I get back; perhaps they'll have some good ideas."

"Can I come along?" Dr. Fukittod raised his hand. "It's not nice to say this, but the environment in the sewers is too damp for my current mechanical body to survive, and I also want to help Mr. Yang and the others."

"It would be wonderful to have Dr. Fucitold, an expert in time travel, to help me." Modo nodded in agreement, then put on his disguise and transformed back into the refined Earthling once again.

"Drip!"

Just then, a sound came from the group of guards behind Modo, dressed like Blade Runners. The guards pulled out the beeping communicator, and their poker faces began to loosen.

"Lord Modo, the base has been attacked." The guard gripped the communicator tightly and uttered a name that shocked everyone present.

"It's Shredder, and his Bigfoot ninja."

"What!?" Leonardo DiCaprio was undoubtedly the one with the strongest reaction.

"That's impossible! I chopped off his head with my own hands!"

“Calm down, Leonard.” Splinter tapped the ground with his cane. “We’ve been through so many incredible adventures, don’t let this little thing throw you off balance!”

Although Splinter spoke lightly, the indigenous people present all believed that anything involving Shredder was no small matter.

However, Splinter was right about one thing: you must not panic at this time.

"I'm sorry everyone, I can't keep you company any longer." The tense expression on Modo's exoskeleton showed just how anxious he was.

"As you all heard, I have to go back and deal with Schreid's matter. Let's talk again after this is over."

“Take us with you, Mordo,” Leonardo urged. “You saved Mr. Splinter; we have no reason to stand by and watch you suffer Shredder’s attack.”

“You’re right.” Raphael clenched his fist. “If we can kill him once, we can kill him a second time!”

“Count me in too,” Yang Le raised his hand. “I need the help of the Autumn people, and I certainly can’t just stand by and watch Shredder run rampant.”

"Thank you all for your help." Modo didn't refuse, or rather, time didn't allow him to linger. "But unfortunately, the transportation we used to get here couldn't carry everyone."

"You don't need to worry about that," Yang Le said with a smile, pointing to the beat-up little car behind him. "We drove here ourselves."

...

"Ugh!"

An Atem was blasted away, the disc beneath him fell to the ground, and he crashed into the wall before sliding to the ground. Just as he was about to get up and sit on the disc again, he was stopped by a string of shurikens.

The Atem man stared in alarm at the shuriken flashing with cold light before him, swallowed hard, and then looked warily at the group of people not far away.

They were a group of masked ninjas dressed in black ninja outfits, completely covered from head to toe, almost like shadows. The only conspicuous thing was the red footprint mark on their chests.

However, these ninjas were not enough to make the Atem people wary; what truly terrified them were the people surrounded by these Bigfoot ninjas.

As if knowing what the Atem were thinking, the Bigfoot ninjas at the front line orderly divided into two rows, making way for the person in the very center. It was a person wearing Japanese armor. Unlike traditional, heavy Japanese armor, the armor worn by this person looked more agile, but the barbs on the shoulders and the claws on the back of the hands indicated his danger.

Beneath the trident-like crimson headdress were a pair of scarlet eyes, which, combined with the dark gleam emanating from the armor, sent chills down one's spine.

"Shredder!" the Artem man uttered the other's name in a trembling voice. He tried to dodge the shurikens on the ground and pounce on the disc, but the tall Shredder was faster than him.

Schreid became a blur, rushing to the side of the Atem man almost instantly, and then stepped on the latter's body, the immense force causing the man to let out a wail.

"After all these years, I have finally found your hiding place, all thanks to those turtles."

Schreid applied slight pressure with his foot, causing the Atem people beneath him to deform slightly.

"Now tell me where Modo and those turtles are? I still have a lot to settle with them!"

"You won't get anything from me!"

The Autumn Man, trampled underfoot, was incredibly tough. Even as his body groaned in pain, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

"Really?" Shredder bent down and picked up the Atem from the ground as if he had found a toy. Several guards tried to snatch it, but Bigfoot stopped them all.

Just when someone managed to break free from the Bigfoot ninja's encirclement, they were stopped by Han, one of Shredder's top henchmen. For a time, no one could stop Shredder's actions.

"Then let me see how long you can examine me."

After saying that, Shredder's arm crackled with electricity as he moved toward the Atem man he had captured.

"Uhhhhh!"

After a few seconds, Schreid stopped; he didn't want his toy, which he had finally found, to die a quick death.

"Now, tell me everything you know."

The charred Artem man said weakly, "I can't... tell you anything!"

Schreid has never been patient, and he felt that the toys he had were no longer entertaining him, so it was time to break them.

Just then, the door to the room was kicked open with a loud bang. Schreid turned his head to look in the direction of the sound and saw only two blinding beams of light and heard his subordinate Han shout.

"Master, get out of the way!"

"boom!"

After the loud crash, Schleid realized that the two blinding beams of light were actually the car's headlights. After understanding all this, he couldn't help but think of a question.

How could a car drive into the building?

Ignoring Schreid, who couldn't figure out the answer, Donatello was quite happy driving his beat-up car, as evidenced by his wide grin.

However, the indoor space was too cramped, and Donatello had to stop after he had used the old car to firmly embed Schlade into the wall.

(End of this chapter)