Peter pulled a spider silk from the top of the building and drew down Duke, who was knocked down by the splashing stones, and threw him to the bottom of the opponent's building, where the opponent's shooting blind spot was.

Duke smashed heavily on the wall, but the tough guy gritted his teeth and pulled an automatic rifle from his body, rushing into a large hole opened by Murphy.

Peter in the middle of the air turned back and stopped a few soldiers of the emergency squad who wanted to follow Duke's footsteps, and then he twisted his body in the air to avoid a few deadly bullets and ejected a spider. Silk followed Duke into the big hole by force.

Harry glanced at the little turtles around him and said, "Are you ready? I can get a few seconds for us."

Raphael glanced up at the enemy building, which was about 40 meters away from his building. He turned his neck sturdyly, then adjusted his wristband, and said to Harry, "No problem, we Up ~ "

Harry listened to the computer on his wrist, and his aircraft drove suspiciously from the bottom to the fourth floor opposite and an explosion occurred.

The moment the explosion erupted, Harry and the four little turtles sprinted. When they reached the edge of the roof, the machine gun blockade opposite stopped.

Five people, like long jumpers, flew up on the edge of the roof and swept their feet in the air. Then, when they were about to land, they learned Peter's movements at the same time. Rope, howling and breaking the glass, rushed into the second floor opposite.

Opening the umbilical cord also reflected extremely fast on the ground. At the moment the gunfire on the opposite side stopped, he rushed forward with the pain of his leg.

The other emergency team members also did not have timidity, facing their own partners trapped, they rushed over without any hesitation when they had the opportunity.

The explosion of the Harry aircraft did not let the other side go out for too long. A member of the emergency team rushing behind was rubbed in the thigh by a bullet. The terrible power of the large-caliber bullet ensured that serious injuries could be caused even without a direct hit.

The members of the emergency squad who were shot in the middle of the attack seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer, and their bodies fell to the ground while spinning.

When the medic behind the hall, Grancher Moses, passed by, he picked up the wounded soldier's collar, dragged him forward, and plunged into the opponent's shooting blind spot.

Until this time, the wounded soldier looked at his thigh as if bitten by a great white shark and made a painful scream.

Glencher? Moses couldn't care about his stunned head. He just glanced at the injured guy, and without hesitation, pulled out two morphine from his chest pocket and punched him in.

Opening the umbrella cable, his face changed drastically, and he said loudly, "Don't do that, you should think of a way to stop the bleeding first!

Layton just proposed to his girlfriend! "

严肃 Granchell, who was serious in expression, pushed the broken-open parachute cordlessly, and cursed, "I am the **** doctor, Layton? Winchester is all right, he is the good shooter with his legs fixed."

Opening the umbrella and looking at the painful sweaty Rayton and holding the M110A1 rifle in his hand, he patted him hard, and cried, "Wait, man, we will get the result right away. They, then we go to the hospital! "

It seems that Rayton, in his thirties, stopped snoring under the action of morphine. He looked away from his wound, smiled hard at the open umbrella cable, and said, "A little for those bitches. Look at me terribly. I'm fine. Our head is rich now. It would be okay for him to change my leg.

他妈的 I'm so **** tired of this leg, it will remind me that it will be overhauled when it rains, haha ​​~ "

Grancher looked at Rayton coldly and said something big. He pulled a small handsaw from his medical bag and made a gesture at Rayton's wound. The tough guy shivered and shivered: " What are you doing? I can go to the hospital ... "

Granchell looked at Layton coldly and said, "I thought you didn't want it anymore, just wanted to change a machine leg ...

Osborne has a new kind of portable biological muscle, but you don't want it anymore ... "

Layton, who was also a tough guy just now, quickly changed his expression and screamed, holding Graschel's hand strongly: "Don't, don't, my legs are good, don't waste money on Director George!"

Glencher glared at the parachute and said, "What are you waiting for, please contact the ambulance and plasma."

After opening the umbrella, I hurriedly pressed the communicator and called loudly again, then helped move Rayton to the corner, and hesitantly said, "Artificial muscle? I seem to be injured, too. Can I use it? "

Glencher pulled out his pistol fiercely and fired two shots at the foot of the open cord, letting him crawl into the building, then he bowed his head and became busy.

格兰 When Grancher was holding Rayton's main blood vessel with a few small hemostats and was about to clean up his broken bones, a green figure shot from the sky.

The familiar Green Ranger Norman Osborne, a New Yorker, used biological armor to form an arrow-shaped shield in front of him, and then made a light circle around the building. Several small pumpkin bombs were thrown into the fire The fierce fourth floor, and then a few loud explosions, the enemy on the fourth floor went out.

Grancher lay on Layton's body and blocked the glass scum falling upstairs for him, then looked up at Norman Osborne in the sky, spit in spit, and continued to get busy with cursing in his mouth. .

Norman Osborne solved the enemies on the fourth floor and wanted to solve the enemies on other floors in the same way. However, he found that his son and Peter had long been mixed with the robots in the building.

In the face of this situation, Norman Osborn was not anxious. The opponent's great strength was the strong firepower. The charge with a large caliber bullet must be silly, but the pressure would be less when it really rushed in.

Landing on a triangular plane, Norman Osborne glanced at Glancher who was treating Rayton and said with a smile: "Good job, it looks like you are following my company's new Product! "

He said Norman Osborne pulled out a small container from the position of the lower back, opened it, and dumped a continuous mass of creeping meat in the container onto Rayton's wound.

Granchell watched the creature land on Layton's wound, quickly sealed his wound, and then continuously stretched out the tiny silky tentacles to start connecting those muscles.

In the face of this cross-gap gap, Grancher whispered a little excitedly and discouraged, and then looked at Norman Osborn, wanting to say two words of gratitude, after all, Layton did not know, But he knew the value of that little shit.

As a result, Grancher just raised his head and didn't speak. There was a deafening rock music from a long distance. Several small missiles rubbed Norman Osborne's body and shot into the building. They searched for the target and burst out. Strong currents paralyzed those powerful war machines.

Glencher watched Iron Man rushing over with the most domineering gesture, yelling at Norman Osborne while passing by, "Cut me the door, I'll take care of them!"

Layton glanced at his wound, looked at Norman Osborne in a dreadful armor, he felt that it was him who changed himself, and gave the arrogant Iron Man a color anyway.

The result surprised him that Norman Osborne was not angry. Instead, he took off his helmet and stood towards the hole, as if he didn't mind being a gatekeeper at all.

Looking at the strange expression on Layton's face, Norman Osborn said with a smile: "You are good, Harry always mentioned you to me, and your performance is worthy of his praise.

Unfortunately my silly son is always making trouble for himself ... "

Saying Norman? Osborn looked at Layton's whispering expression, shook his hand with a smile, and said, "What's wrong? I didn't go to Stark?"

Layton hesitated, and said discouragedly: "No, I just want to thank you for this, uh,‘ wound medicine ’!”

Norman Osborne waved his hand with a smile and said, "Don't care about these, it's nothing compared to your efforts.

But if it is convenient, I'll be silly when I meet Harry's stupid kid. Remember to help me remind him.

Just think this is the request of an old father ...

Harry's kid is a bit silly sometimes! "

Layton grinned and said, "That's a good boy. Today is mainly our problem. One of our guys is too impulsive.

You are very different from me, at least you are the most easy-going rich man I have ever met, unlike that Tony ... "

Norman Osborne waved his hand, nodded wryly and smiled, and said, "Thank you for your compliment!

Actually, Tony Stark is not bad. I came to help my son, but he was more active than me ... "

He said Norman Osborne stood towards the wall, avoiding some splashing gravel, and then smiled and said, "It's not bad for me to be an old bone guard!"

Norman Osborne just stood there and talked with the wounded Leighton for more than ten minutes. Among them, he also helped to treat a few retired wounded. His actions greatly increased the favor of the emergency team members.

He and Harry and Peter and the tortoises liked the police in New York very much. Norman Osborne's presence in this way was regarded as adding a halo to Harry's goodwill.

These things may not be useful, but in case they are used one day, maybe they can help Harry's help.

Norman Osborne was busy ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Alvin and Frank drove to the scene in a car.

Looking at Norman Osborn, who was laughing and joking with a few wounded people, Alvin breathed a sigh of relief, got out of the car and said to several people, "You look terrible!

I'm so surprised that New York still has the forces to defeat you ...

Who's inside?

Alien forces? Or a Russian soldier? Or did the monster in Area 51 come out? "

A bearded man who seemed to know Alvin covered his shoulders and said angrily, "Don't comfort us!

Inside is a bunch of **** machines, we can't even find where the people who control them are!

Maybe it was a few diapers with diapers holding a remote control and urinating our farts.

In the future, we must bring anti-tank missiles to work, New York **** is too dangerous! "