"I said, Harry, are we really going to go down?"

Looking at the dark, pungent odor of the sewer opening in front of him, Garfield swallowed stiffly, and looked at Harry beside him with an ugly expression.

Harry looked relaxed, shrugged and smiled: "Don't drag me into the water, you're the only one going down."

"What?" Garfield's eyes widened, he looked at Harry in disbelief, his lips trembled slightly, "Didn't we both agree, let's go down and take a look? Are you going to run away and leave me alone?"

Harry was disgusted with goose bumps. He subconsciously distanced himself from Garfield, and said with a look of disgust: "Why are you acting like your elder brother, talking more and more strangely, and behaving more and more mother-in-law. I am. I ask you, who brought it up to go into the sewer? And who wanted to be the super villain? It's all yourself, so whoever goes down if you don't go down?"

Garfield said pitifully, "Do you have the heart to leave me alone..."

"Oh, there is so much nonsense, you can go in!"

Harry, who couldn't stand it, raised his foot directly and kicked Garfield into the sewer.

"what…"

After the screams, there was no sound of falling into the water.

Harry frowned, leaned forward, clutching his nose, and looked carefully down the well. As a result, he didn't see anything clearly, and a white spider silk shot towards him and gave him a face.

"Fak, Garfield, you bastard, you are making a sneak attack!"

Harry let out a scream and staggered back, covering his face. Garfield was holding the spider silk, slowly rising from the mouth of the well, and smiled triumphantly: "Deserve it, let you count me."

"Ah, my eyes, my eyes..." Harry desperately tugged at the spider silk on his face, "Gaffey, don't hurry up and help... Oh my God, this thing is as strong as a wire, you dare to shoot it. My face!"

"Um... Harry, can you change the word? Why do I sound so awkward?"

Garfield looked at Harry, whose face was white, his hands scratching his face desperately, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

How does this scene feel that the style of painting is wrong?

Fortunately, this spider silk is very tough, but after a period of time, it will automatically melt without leaving any traces.

In fact, Peter's spider silk also has this characteristic, otherwise he would be sloshing all over New York with urine, and within ten and a half days, all the high-rise buildings in New York would be covered with suspicious white stains.

Although Garfield couldn't shoot out the spider silk produced in his body from his wrist like Peter, he still smashed out a wrist launcher that could shoot spider silk.

As for a mere high school student, even if Harry took his own funds to live temporarily, he was able to develop such high-tech equipment in just a few hours, which can only be said to be exceptionally talented.

At the same time, in a hidden corner of New York's maze-like sewer system, four big tortoises are performing difficult acrobatics under the supervision of a big mouse in a robes.

For example, one foot is on stilts, one hand is holding a plate, and the other hand is using chopsticks to pick up the eggs on the plate...

Another example is the skipping rope with a basketball on your head, and the basketball cannot fall off during the skipping process...

The most amazing thing is to let one of the big tortoises, while turning over somersaults, while memorizing the dictionary...

I don’t know how I came up with this trick.

Don't look at it as a big mouse, and it's a big mouse living in the sewer, but this mouse is completely clean and meticulous. Especially the Taoist robe on his body, although it is old, it is cleaned very neatly. With his hands on his back, there is actually a kind of superior temperament outside the world.

This is the teacher of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, the mutant mouse—Sprint!

"I have said many times that you are not allowed to go out casually. This will not only bring danger to you, but also may bring danger to Miss Megan."

Sprint looked at the four tortoise disciples performing acrobatics, hating iron and steel, and reprimanded: "If it weren't for Miss Megan's desperate death and rescued us, we would have been buried in the flames."

"Relax, Master."

Raphael, who was holding the plate with a plastic straw, smiled nonchalantly: "We are very careful, no one finds us."

"Really?"

Sprint walked slowly in front of Raphael, sneered at each other up and down for a long time, suddenly stretched out his tail, and flew Raphael away.

"Boy, just count the trouble you caused!"

Sprint said angrily: "Who told you to act without authorization and go to the dock to attack those mysterious people. Not only that, but also left witnesses. They have photographed your identity, and they are likely to find us at any time. Hiding place."

Raphael stood up, a little dissatisfied, "What are you afraid of, let me play one for each one, and I play one for one pair. Master, we are already so good, are we still afraid of those people?"

"Sit on the well and watch the sky, I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick."

Sprint snorted and snapped his fingers at Michelangelo who was memorizing the dictionary. Michelangelo stopped quickly, pulled out a notebook from his tortoise shell backhand, and opened a monitoring screen.

"Do you see this girl clearly?"

Sprint asked, pointing to Megan in the picture. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Four tortoises leaned forward at the same time, rubbing their chins to analyze: "It's so beautiful...Although the skin is not white, but the healthy wheat color, I like...the body is also great, look at this dress..."

Hearing the comments of the four turtles, Sprint couldn't help but **** the stick next to him, and slammed the four turtles' heads severely: "Idiot, this is Miss Megan!"

"what?"

The four tortoises opened their eyes wide and looked at Megan on the screen in disbelief: "She... isn't she a little girl? Oh my god, how long has it been since it has grown so big... and still so hot? Spicy and beautiful?"

"Damn it, wipe the corners of your mouth, don't forget the identity between you... it's impossible for you and her!"

Sprint held the stick bitterly.

"Master, your thoughts are very dirty. We obviously just appreciate the beautiful scenery. Where did you think of it?"

"Haha, don't you know, the master is alone at night...no, I used my notebook when I was a mouse..."

Before Michelangelo finished speaking, Sprint flew him away with a stick.

Seeing the weird eyes of the other three tortoises looking at him, Sprint coughed dryly, trying to maintain his temperament as a worldly superior, and said in a low voice: "In short, the enemy has also noticed Miss Megan, we must think Ways to protect her and prevent her from being conspired by the enemy like her father."

"After talking for a long time, for so many years, Master, who was the murderer who killed Miss Megan's father?"

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles boss Da Vinci stepped forward and asked in a deep voice.

Sprint sighed and said quietly, "It's Miss Megan's stepfather, Eric..."