Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

"You, are not! My father is Hamado Ryo!

And you are just a rat living in the sewer, raising four turtle sons, a big stinking rat. "

The four big turtles who were originally standing aside all looked a little ugly when they heard this.

Michelangelo, who had the most eccentric personality, pouted his lips immediately after hearing this: "You are so rude! I wanted to share a piece of pizza with you!"

Splinter didn't say anything. Some things happened too long ago.

He has accepted himself as he is now, but he cannot force others to accept him as he is now.

“It’s safe here, there’s no danger in staying here.

When the storm outside is over, I won't stop you from leaving!"

Splinter said, turning around and preparing to return to the room behind the wall.

But right now.

He suddenly turned around and looked at the pipe wall not far away.

A few big turtles belatedly noticed and looked in the direction he was looking.

Especially Leonardo with a blue turban and Raphael with a red turban.

One of them drew out the samurai sword behind him, and the other took out the steel fork from his waist.

Michelangelo scratched his head. Normally he was the least diligent.

Therefore, he did not feel the imminent murderous intent at all!

"Hey, what are you doing, is there anything interesting over there?

All I see is black walls and water dripping down the walls...Should we get another dehumidifier?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wall in the distance exploded.

The next second, the lights in the entire underground space suddenly dimmed.

Smoke, falling bricks, and flames became the last colors that could be seen before the lights dimmed.

"boom!"

Fisk rubbed his ears and felt that the sounds he could hear became very small.

He immediately yelled, "Lester, I'm going to dock your salary. You're going to deafen me!"

Lester also coughed hard a few times, "Boss, the explosive equivalent is wrong!

Doesn’t it say one twentieth on the box?

How can it be so powerful? "

"You crumpled two boxes into one, and you ask me?"

When Yasuo Mina heard the voice, her whole body began to tremble unconsciously.

She remembered what happened before.

He wanted to run away immediately.

But, for some reason, she felt her legs go weak.

Not to mention running away, even standing up was extremely difficult.

However, her legs were weak.

But the big turtles' legs did not weaken.

Especially Leonardo, the boss of the four turtles.

A striking blue eye patch was tied around his face.

The moment the explosion occurred, he jumped from his original position and rushed towards the place where the explosion occurred.

The sharp blade pierced through the air, like a butcher knife in the hands of an executioner, trying to cleanly chop off the head of the death row prisoner.

Just as the blade was about to chop off Fisk's head, a dagger flew out from somewhere and accurately blocked the blade, successfully deflecting its trajectory.

When the dagger and the sword collided with each other, dazzling sparks burst out.

Lighting up the dim passage at the same time.

It also allowed Leonardo to see the cruel face hidden in the darkness.

"Hey, hello, Mr. Turtle!"

Fisk stretched out his hand and grasped the bent blade, then suddenly raised his leg and kicked forward. The sole of his foot squeezed the air, making a deafening sonic boom, and a faint white airflow even seeped out from the edge of his leather shoes.

"Boom!"

Leonardo retreated backwards at a speed faster than he could pounce, and the sword in his hand slipped out of his control and was held in Fisk's hand.

Fisk played with the Japanese sword in his hand.

The fingertips kept jumping on the blade.

A sharp needle-like feeling ripples through the tips of my fingers.

"Leonardo?" Fisk sneered, "A Japanese tortoise is a Japanese tortoise. Do you think you are worthy of it?"

As he spoke, he held the hilt of the sword in one hand and the edge of the blade in the other, raised his knee and slammed it down, breaking the sword in his hand.

Lester picked up the dagger that fell on the ground. It was this dagger that he threw at the critical moment to block the swinging sword.

Fisk took a few steps forward and entered the huge underground space.

This should be a converted air-raid shelter.

It must have been built quite a long time ago, and many traces seem to be left over from World War II.

However, subsequent renovation and reinforcement made this place a suitable underground space for living, with several dehumidifiers placed in the corners of the walls.

These large dehumidifiers continuously extracted moisture from the room, but the strange thing was that, according to common sense, they should have made a deafening noise, but Fisk heard no noise at all. At most, he heard some slight sounds of the machines running.

Basically, it can be ignored.

The lights on the ceiling gradually brightened.

The current that was short-circuited due to the explosion vibration was restored to normal.

He saw Yasuo Mina not far away.

"So you are here. It took me so long to find you, Ms. Yasuo Mina. Your husband Benjamin misses you very much!"

Yasuo Mina shook his head palely and kept retreating backwards.

"She's not going anywhere!"

I don't know when Raphael slipped to the side, with a red eye mask on his head and two steel forks in his hands. Seeing Fisk revealing his side, he seized this good opportunity without hesitation and pounced on him, preparing to use the steel fork in his hand to perform a kidney maintenance operation on Fisk.

The tip of the sharp steel fork exudes a deadly silver-white luster.

If this thing pierces the body, the damage will be no less than that of the narrow samurai sword.

Fisk didn't even turn his head, as if he didn't notice anything unusual.

Lester was about to make a move.

The sharp sound of bird calls rushed in from the blasted passage.

Adrian Toomes was like a giant bird swooping down from the sky. The shoes on his feet had turned into steel bird claws. The bird claws, emitting a chill, hooked the edge of Raphael's shell and pushed him backwards with force, keeping the steel fork away from Fisk's kidneys.

Raphael, who was held by the bird's claws, wanted to fight back, but his strength was no match for Adrian Tomes who was charging at him. His legs involuntarily retreated backwards, and his feet hit the ground with a thud.

I saw him retreating several steps.

Your actions will no longer accidentally hurt Fisk.

Adrian Toomes used his body as the axis and twisted his body quickly, throwing Raphael towards the wall.

Raphael kept spinning in the air.

I want to get rid of that huge force.

But the distance between him and the wall was too short.

In desperation, he could only retract his head and limbs and throw away the steel fork in his hand.

He let his body hit the wall heavily.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a crisp yet dull sound.

A deep crack appeared on its shell.

Adrian Toomes gave a sharp chirp.

He fell to the ground waving his arms.

Under his brown coat was a birdman combat uniform with dense feathers.

If he took off his coat, he would immediately turn into a vulture with thick feathers.

The other two turtles also rushed over.

Lester fumbled behind his waist and pulled out two pistols.

This made the two turtles stop moving forward immediately.

He looked seriously at the gun muzzles pointed at their heads.

“Hey, do you want to test the strength of your turtle shells?

I'm also curious, how about we give it a try? "

After Lester finished speaking, he suddenly fired a shot. The bullet hit the tortoise shell on Michelangelo's chest. The specially made shrapnel bomb blew a big hole in the hard tortoise shell, revealing the pale purple but some black flesh and blood tissue underneath.

Michelangelo was knocked back several steps by the bullet.

The wound looked scary, but it was not fatal.

The armor on the chest does provide some defense.

"It seems that my bullet is harder."

Lester was about to continue shooting.