The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 212 The True Turtle in the Urn

"Boom!" The sound of gunpowder explosion was very clear in the sewer, and it echoed in this empty space.

The shield also slammed into the already formed bone prison with a sound of breaking through the air.

Apparently, Steve took the most cautious wording for these creatures he had never seen before - go all out.

"Ding~ding~"

There were two sounds of metal colliding, and the bullet hit the white bones that made up the bone prison, and was bounced away with only a ding, and the same was true for Steve's shield.

Of course, Steve's shield still left a small hole in the bone prison, but the hole is almost invisible unless you look closely.

At this time, An Qiluo also walked out slowly from behind the wall wearing bone armor.

Frank and Steve saw that the situation was controlled so easily by Angelo. Although they were a little surprised, they also came out from behind the bunker.

Seeing the Lord's appearance, the little turtles temporarily stopped what they were doing.

"Let us out!" Raphael, the most irritable and impatient, was the first to shout at Angelo.

"Yes! Let us go out, if you don't let us go out, we will definitely beat you! Let us go out now, I don't have to pursue it!"

A useless threat escaped Michelangelo's mouth.

These little tortoises are still very kind in their hearts. After the matter has come to this point, they still don't want to hurt people's lives, and they don't even threaten An Qiluo to kill him.

Of course, whether it can be killed is another matter.

"You go on, I will definitely not disturb you, if you can come out by yourself, I will let you go."

An Qiluo looked at the four little turtles who were the real turtle in the urn, and said amusedly.

The four little turtles immediately looked at each other in blank dismay, and looked at each other in a dazed manner, not knowing what to do next!

Nonsense, if they could open this weird bone prison by themselves, who would talk nonsense to An Qiluo, they would have broken the bone prison and rushed up to beat An Qiluo violently.

I don't know what material this bone prison is made of. Even if Leonardo's long knife cut it, there would be no trace left at all.

In the end, it was Priest, the big mouse who was both a teacher and a father, who stood up.

He said helplessly to the three of Angelo, "Mr. Hell Priest, Chief Inquisitor, and Mr. Captain America, I don't know why you three big men are embarrassing us. If it's because of what my four villains did yesterday For the matter, I can take my apprentices to apologize to you, they are so ignorant and have caused you trouble,

We can return the vat of wine to Mr. Priest. I hope Mr. Priest will show his respect. If someone must be killed, I can lead my disciple to death. "

Sprint's words were impeccable. He first pointed out the identity of the other party, and he naturally knew that the three people in front of him were the priest of hell who became popular in New York City a while ago.

They live in the sewer, but it doesn't mean they are isolated from the world. They often pass the sewer next to the base to listen to the information outside. Moreover, there is a wireless signal receiver made by Donatello in their base , although the signal is not good, but can also connect to the Internet.

He knew that in front of the priest of hell, he and his apprentices had no chance of winning, not to mention the chief heresy judge and Captain America.

When Frank heard the name of the chief heresy referee, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth: ... Am I that scary?

Then Puslint made a comparison of the identities of the two parties, the big man and the little man. After hearing this, most people can no longer do anything to them.

In the end, he even considered the worst-case scenario. It was better to die than all of them, and he had long regarded the little turtles as his own children.

I have to say that this big mouse is extremely beautiful in judging the situation and dealing with people.

But Angelo didn't notice this, he asked with some doubts, "Sprint, right? You know me?"

When Splinter heard Angelo, he could actually call out his name accurately!

This made Splinter feel even more uneasy. Ever since he became what he is now and escaped to the small waterway, he has never had contact with human beings. recognized himself in appearance.

Could it be that the achievement is aimed at himself and his disciples?

Frank and Steve also looked at Angelo with strange eyes. Unexpectedly, Angelo even knew the name of the mouse in the sewer!

Is there anything else Angelo doesn't know?

The degree of mystery of Angel Road also became more mysterious in the hearts of the two of them.

"Yes, Mr. Priest's name, of course I have heard of it. I don't know what business Mr. Priest is looking for us?"

No way, the situation is stronger than the rat, and Sprint can only answer honestly.

"Yeah." Angelo nodded, "It's okay, the bottle of wine you took away is nothing to me, it doesn't matter if I give it to you, I just want to see how you look, if possible, I want to hear what happened to you last night, the details..."

Angelo knew from the fact that the little turtles were almost funny but threatened just now, this matter is definitely not as simple as Norman Osborn said, it is not that Angelo thinks Norman Osborn is lying to him , but there must be something that has been overlooked.

"That's it?" Not to mention Splinter, even the remaining little turtles showed disbelief, just to take a look at themselves and others, and to know what happened last night, Father Hell personally paid Such a big Zhou Zhang came to catch himself and others in the sewer? And poured out a tank of that wine...

"Of course." Angelo shrugged, then waved his hand to remove the bone prison, "Could it be that I'm the kind of person who kills innocent people in your hearts?"

Although An Qiluo withdrew the bone prison, he didn't run away at all. They ran away. After all, this pipeline only has two passages, front and back. If the other party escapes, An Qiluo's mental power has already locked the passage behind the little turtles. With just one thought, the bone wall can rise to block the passage.

However, by that time, Angelo would not be as easy to talk to as he is now. I have let you go, if you are not a guilty conscience, then why are you running?

Splinter and the little turtles exchanged glances in disbelief.

Then……

Fortunately, Splinter did not disappoint Angelo's kindness. He stopped Raphael's plan to escape with his eyes, and gave the most mature and stable Leonardo a look, signaling him to speak.

He believed that Leonardo must know how to talk to the priest of hell.

Leonardo nodded to his teacher, stepped forward, and bowed to Angelo, "Mr. Priest, what happened to the misunderstanding last night..."

Leonardo settled the matter as soon as he opened his mouth, which really made people feel much more comfortable. If it was other little turtles, maybe they wouldn't be so good at talking.

...

After Leonardo's "strictly worded" explanation, Angelo finally understood what was going on!

Co-authoring This is really a misunderstanding, not to blame Norman Osborn, and not to blame these little turtles. To blame can only blame the driver defecate everywhere.

Who is it to let someone urinate on the top of the head and urinate in the drinking water?

If it were An Qiluo himself, let alone beating the other party, he would have been in a good mood if the other party had skin cramps.

Even Frank and Steve looked at each other after hearing this, and the tortoises really couldn't be blamed for this incident.

As for the vat of wine, it is considered a mental damage fee, and this lawsuit is a sure-win lawsuit in a human court...

"Well, I see." An Qiluo had already taken out a few small benches and distributed them to the people to sit down, touched his chin, and said thoughtfully, "It's really not to blame for this matter." you……"

As soon as these words came out, Splinter and all the little turtles who were originally worried were silently relieved. Facing the well-known priest of hell, who could not be terrified!

The tense atmosphere in the sewer also dissipated a lot.

But Angelo's next words made Splinter's heart rise again.

"...But, what effect does that wine have on you? Why did you just grab a tank of wine and leave?"

"We can return the vat of wine to you, Mr. Priest." Splinter said hastily, "I sealed it after my four villains moved back yesterday, and it is still intact."

Angelo looked at the frightened expression of the big mouse in front of him, and smiled kindly, "Sprint, you don't have to be so nervous, that tank of wine is really nothing, just treat it as the spirit I gave you. The loss is costly, I really want to know the effect of that vat of wine."

"Really?" Michelangelo, who had the liveliest personality, looked at Angelo tentatively.

"Really. I keep my word." Angelo pointed helplessly at Steve beside him, "Captain America, testify to me."

Steve has a motherly face, yes, you keep your word, but the brand is not good, and you want to play tricks if you lose.

"Yeah." Steve nodded to the little turtles with a serious face. "I promise."

After getting the assurance from Captain America, Michelangelo let go of his courage and said, "Mr. Priest, I don't know what the specific effect is, but after I drank it, there seemed to be something different in my body. Something came up that hadn't been seen before, but my gut told me it must be good."

this……

Angelo fell into deep thought, while the little tortoise, his friends and Splinter also looked anxious, like students waiting for their grades.

Angelo didn't pay attention to their thoughts, he suddenly thought of a theory that sounded extremely nonsense in his previous life.

What to eat to make up for...

The small bone dragon is essentially a keel, and in myths and legends, both dragons and turtles belong to the aquarium. According to the words of the little turtle, is it possible that this thing can make the little turtles evolve?

This is outrageous! Angelo himself felt outrageous.

Although we still don't know exactly what's going on, but maybe after the analysis of the tank sample that Norman Osborn will take away, we will know the specific reason.

Looking at the four little turtles and the teacher Splinter in front of him, a thought rose in Angelo's heart...

"Well, I see." Angelo said with a smile, "But what are your plans for the future?"

"Then we're going back? No plans, we're planning to leave New York..." Splinter said, really wanting to go back quickly, chatting with Priest Hell is so exciting!

As long as he can leave alive this time, he will leave New York with his apprentices! Definitely will never set foot in New York again!

Who knows if some little turtle will provoke the priest of hell again one day! This time Mr. Priest can talk to them calmly, who knows if he will do the same next time!

Angelo can make countless mistakes, but they can only make one mistake! Killed once!

An Qiluo looked at the big mouse in front of him dumbfounded, feeling a little helpless in his heart, why is this guy afraid of himself being like this? Do you really look like a devil?

"Sprint, you don't have to be afraid, I won't hurt you." Angelo shook his head slightly, "You left New York? What happens after you leave New York? Or continue to live like this in the dark sewer?"

"Otherwise, what else should I do?" Lafite, who couldn't bear his temper, complained spontaneously, and said in a low voice. "

Angelo shook his head, "Why don't you come to Hell's Kitchen, um... Of course, in my church, there is no need to keep hiding. There are people in the church who are weirder than you, you should know, like Iron Man Tony Stark, Hulk Hulk is also Dr. Banner, and many people who are weirder than you are safe with me."

Splinter's expression was a little shaken. Although he looked like a big mouse, his soul was a human being. He had been in the sewer countless times longing for a little bit of poor sunlight that came in from the mouth of the sewer. He has long wanted to return to the sun to live.

But he looked at the four little turtles called apprentices, who were actually regarded as children by him, and he cruelly interrupted his own thoughts.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Father, we're going to disappoint your kindness, we're used to living underground..." Splinter said against his will.

"Then I'll dig another base for you in the underground laboratory, and you'll live there. By the way, there's also free WIFI and unlimited keel wine supply!"

For some reason, An Qiluo suddenly remembered what Skye had said to him back then, and said it casually.

This turned out to be the straw that broke the camel's back.

"We agreed!" Leonardo said one step ahead of Sprint.

Splinter looked at his big apprentice in surprise.

Leonardo smiled at his teacher.

The four brothers already knew what the teacher was thinking, but they didn't care. They lived in the sewer since they were young, but the teacher couldn't do it.

The teacher used to tell them countless stories about the ground when they were young, the kind of yearning revealed in the tone.

Even if the teacher never told them, they know it.

They don't want the teacher to give up the chance to live on the ground again because of taking care of them.

Moreover, Angelo, the priest of hell, said that he would protect them, this promise is still very strong...