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That's right, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, who had been secretly protecting New York, unexpectedly ran into the Hand, who were preparing to blow up a building, and the two sides started fighting.
"What nonsense! Mind your own business!"
Madam Gao, holding her cane, was nearly startled out of her wits by the sight of these turtles, even though she had lived for hundreds of years. But at this moment, she had no choice but to fight!
She wielded her cane with great force, behaving in a manner completely unlike that of an elderly woman.
Her opponent was Michelangelo, who wielded a nunchaku.
"Wow, grandma, you look great! Can you tell me your secret to staying healthy? We have an old man in our family who's not even 20 yet, but he's always complaining about backaches and stiffness, and his body is so hunched over."
Michelangelo asked curiously.
Mrs. Gao is so damn annoying.
If you want to fight, then fight! Why is this turtle so talkative? It's driving her crazy! She really wants to tear this turtle's mouth apart!
Murakami is fighting Raphael.
Alexandra, on the other hand, got into a fight with Donatello.
"Damn! That old woman's slap really hurt!" Donatello couldn't help but rub his chest vigorously after being knocked back by Alexandra's slap.
Raphael, who was launching a fierce attack, interjected, "This is Hawke's territory. After this is over, won't he give us some reward?"
The Hand cultivates "qi" in all five fingers, and Alexandra's finger is considered the most powerful in the Hand, surpassing the others by a significant margin, making her "qi" even stronger.
“Young man… no, young turtle, don’t come here looking for death.” Alexandra shouted sternly, “We, the Hand, are just here to take back what is rightfully ours. Don’t throw your lives here for something that has nothing to do with you.”
"You're talking nonsense!" Raphael retorted. "You think I don't know? This building belongs to Ryan. What does it have to do with you? You come here to blow up the building, disregarding the safety of the people of Manhattan, and you still want to fool me? Do you think we Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are a bunch of gullible fools?"
"So, you're determined to be our enemy?" Alexandra snapped. "If you really push us too far, none of your relatives and friends will escape the Hand's pursuit."
"Oh dear, I'm so scared! If you're so capable, then kill us all. If you're not, then shut up!" The turtles sneered.
Alexandra gritted her teeth.
Damn it, what the hell? These days, anything can jump out and cause trouble.
Even a few random turtles have come out to oppose the hand and the meeting!
"Sister Ziyun, what should we do?"
In the shadows, among the people watching the building's interior and exterior via video surveillance, Eunbi asked Gu Ziyun.
Gu Ziyun was also speechless.
The original plan was for the Hand to blow up the building, use Iron Fist to break the seal, find the Dragon Bone, and then have the three witches wipe out the Hand. Unexpectedly, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles came to interfere.
As for the employees inside the building who were originally drugged with anesthetic gas, they were naturally dragged out by the Ryan family's armed personnel. The number was small, so it wasn't a big problem.
"Judging from the battle between the two sides, it won't be decided in a short time. Let's monitor the situation first. Also, Hawke already knows about what's going on here and should come to handle things personally. Don't rush things."
"We can't let this go on!" Murakami roared. "If we let them keep entangled like this, it'll be dawn, and if reinforcements come, we'll really be doomed."
“That’s right, if we keep fighting, we’ll die. So we might as well take a few of them down with us,” Sowanga agreed.
Alexandra and Mrs. Gao had no objections, so they both used the skills they had seen, bringing their accumulated "qi" over hundreds of years to its fullest potential. In an instant, the four turtles were at a disadvantage.
At this moment, under the orders of Alexandra and others, the Hand ninjas also joined the battle. Some ninjas were armed with cold weapons, while others were armed with firearms—times had changed, and the Hand had long since adopted firearms, making them more efficient at killing.
“Bang, bang, bang—!!”
The muzzles of submachine guns and automatic rifles were aimed at the turtles and unleashed a torrential downpour of bullets.
"Fuck!" Raphael cursed. "With all this fuss, Hawke should really thank us!"
103 The Emperor's New Clothes [Seeking flowers and subscriptions]
After the four fingers were freed, the unscrupulous man ordered his men to use firearms. The four turtles had no choice but to scatter and flee in a sorry state. If they had stayed in place, they would have been blown up by an RPG.
"What should we do?" Michelangelo said. "Their firepower is too strong."
Leonardo said, "If we hadn't intervened, they might have just pressed the detonator and blown up the building."
Raphael slammed his fist on the ground in frustration: "Damn it! All you know how to do is use firearms, what kind of hero are you!"
"Michelangelo, Raphael, they're already past their prime!"
A hearty laugh echoed from the sky.
A deep blue meteor silently tore through the gray dome, plummeting rapidly, only to suddenly halt just before hitting the ground!
A gust of wind whipped up dust from the ground, causing the dark gold cloak behind him to flutter.
He hovered several meters above the ground, his almost black, deep midnight blue battle suit clinging to his body, with simple golden geometric lines outlining his limbs and torso; the light of those lines was now fading.
His face was not covered at all. After standing still, he calmly scanned his surroundings with his gaze. Without any unnecessary words or movements, he just stood there, giving people a feeling of calmness that contained powerful energy.
Raphael looked up and saw the dazzling battle suit, its entire body radiating a dark blue glow and adorned with mysterious patterns. It was incredibly magnificent, like a noble young master who had just stepped out of a banquet.
"Wow, Hawk? Is this the King's new battle suit? You finally made it! But speaking of which, don't you need to cover your face anymore?"
"I've thought about it carefully, and there's no need to hide my handsome face for a risk with a very low probability of success."
The four turtles looked at each other in bewilderment.
Raphael thought it made sense and was about to pull off his mask when the other turtles desperately stopped him.
The appearance of the stranger silenced the Hand faction instantly.
Lady Gao narrowed her eyes, looking at Hawke, who was dressed in battle armor and had a mocking expression, and said incredulously, "So, Hawke Lane is the king? It seems that our grudges have accumulated quite a bit."
The others exchanged bewildered glances. They all knew that Brooklyn had a superhero, the King, who had caused them considerable losses and had even attempted to defeat him, but all attempts had failed.
But no one expected that the king would be the big capitalist Hawke Lane!
This was quite shocking to the people's values.
What kind of script is this?
It's even more outrageous than Iron Fist, the heir to a multi-billion dollar fortune.
Four fingers held their breath, their eyes fixed on Hawke, while they glanced around warily. They all knew that Hawke had several terrifyingly powerful Asian girls.
moment.
Sowanda broke the silence, speaking cautiously, "Little Ryan, we don't need to fight to the death; we can cooperate..."
"Oh!"
Sowanda's head suddenly exploded like a watermelon, and white, purplish-red blood splattered everywhere, splashing onto the faces of the unsuspecting Alexandra, Mrs. Gao, and Murakami.
Take a closer look.
The king, who had been standing some distance away, appeared in front of Sawanda as if by teleportation and smashed his head with a single punch.
Hawke withdrew his fist, shook his hand dismissively to remove the grime, and snorted, "Did I ask you to give your opinion?"
Alexandra, Mrs. Gao, and Murakami were all startled and stared at Hawke in disbelief.
While they were still wary of the Asian girls, they overlooked the prehistoric crocodile right in front of them.
Given the speed and power Hawke displayed, which allowed him to instantly kill Sowanda, he was almost certain he could also instantly kill them.
Damn king!
Four fingers... no, three fingers, my body was already trembling.
They've lived for hundreds of years, and now they can't even stand up to a child who's only been around for a few years?
Hawke looked at the Hand's three fingers: "Lady Alexandra, your Hand is quite audacious. You actually try to steal and rob things that we, the Ryan, won't give you. Doesn't that show a lot of disrespect to us, the Ryan?"
“Mr. Ryan!” Alexandra spoke carefully, saying, “Things have come to this point, and we in the Hand have nothing more to say. We can cooperate. We’ll split the spoils 30/70, with you taking the lion’s share, but you must give us a way to survive. If you really want to take us all, then let’s fight to the death. Without our help, even if you know there’s a secret here, you won’t get much benefit.”
"Tsk tsk, you guys are really confident." Hawke smiled faintly and said, "Even at a time like this, you still want to negotiate with me?"
"Bam—!"
Alexandra's head exploded again.
Hawke shook the slurry off his hands, looked at Murakami and Mrs. Gao, and smiled, "Gentlemen, I need a dog. Does anyone want one?"
"Pfft——!"
Murakami flashed his knife, and Madam Gao's fine head flew into the air, spraying blood three feet high. As the head rolled to the ground, the headless corpse also fell to the ground.
Madam Gao's severed head stared at the corpse in the spot and at Murakami, who had sheathed his sword, with an expression of disbelief.
She never expected that Murakami would sell her off so decisively and thoroughly.
Keep in mind, she was still hesitant about taking action against the village, after all, the five of them had a bond that had lasted for hundreds of years...
"Your subordinate, Murakami, is willing to serve Ryan."
Murakami Hashito knelt on one knee, surrendering to Hawke with a fawning smile.
Among the five fingers of the Hand Society, Murakami is usually the most aloof, irritable, cruel, vicious, and ferocious. The other four fingers have never seen Murakami with such a puppy-like expression.
104. A young woman with a youthful charm [Seeking flowers and subscriptions]
can only say……
Knowing the face but not the heart.
Sometimes, a seemingly aloof and beautiful woman is actually the most secretly passionate and unrestrained kind of woman.
That's how Murakami is. When faced with dire straits and life-or-death crises, all his previous reserve, ruthlessness, and aloofness now turn into fawning.
"Hahaha!" Hawke walked up to Murakami, patted him on the head, and said with a laugh, "You probably didn't hear what I said clearly. I don't lack men, I just lack dogs, understand?"
"Understood! Completely understood! Woof, woof woof woof!"
Hawke laughed heartily. What a talent! This Murakami is absolutely a genius. No wonder he's been able to live for hundreds of years. With his thick skin, what can't he do?
"Alright, Raphael, there's nothing more for you to do here. You can leave now. Let's get together sometime later."
Hawk waved to the four turtles. After all, they had at least come to help him, and they had even exchanged some gifts. He had to give them face.
“Alright, I’m off then, but don’t forget, this is compensation for all the fighting I did for you tonight,” Raphael reminded him.
"Okay, okay, it's nothing."
520 waited until the four turtles left.