Chapter 853 We Have to Help

Peter stood on the edge of an abandoned apartment building in Queens, looking down at the alley.

Duke of the New York Police Emergency Squad led a group of heavily armed soldiers as they slowly approached a building opposite the abandoned apartment, where their target this time was the "Steel Digital" company.

"Steel Digital", judging from the name, this company should be located in places like the Bay Area or Silicon Valley. Many people may not be able to imagine that a U.S. Department of Defense equipment contractor would place its company in this abandoned industry in Queens, New York. In the garden.

Just when Duke was about to lead his men into the building, several strong figures jumped out of the windows on the fifth floor of the building.

When the talkative Michelangelo was in mid-air, he called loudly with a voice like a broken gong, "Peter, give us a hand..."

Before Peter could take action, a violent explosion occurred in the room where the little turtles jumped out, and dazzling flames surged out from all directions on the fifth floor of the building.

The unlucky little turtle was hit by the explosion and flew a long distance in the direction of Peter and the others.

At the same time, a large number of bullets poured out from the open space on the four floors below the building and pounced on the embarrassed little turtles.

Peter ignored his fear. He bravely stood at the edge of the building and shot two threads of spider silk at the little turtles to stick to Leonardo and Raphael, and then shouted: "Hold on... "

Harry reacted very quickly and stepped on the flying skateboard, rushing behind the little turtles. The biological armor on his body formed a door-sized shield on his right hand to block the incoming bullets, giving them the best cover. .

However, the bullets fired from the building were obviously very powerful, and the biological armor was torn into pieces within a few seconds without blocking them.

Peter pulled hard on the elastic spider silk with his arms, and the concrete on the edge of the roof that he stepped on made a terrible explosion. With a shout, four huge little turtles flew up along the elasticity of the spider silk. into the sky, and then danced and landed on the roof of the building where Peter was.

Harry held up the gradually shrinking "shield" and controlled the aircraft to launch several pumpkin bombs towards the most energetic fourth floor.

The pumpkin bombs, whose power was deliberately limited, did not have much effect. They only controlled the opponent's firepower at the moment of explosion, but just 10 seconds later, the bullets in the building were aimed at Peter and Peter as if they were free. Harry's position poured over.

Peter jumped backwards in embarrassment and slid along the ground a few meters away to hide in the blind spot of the opposite shooting. He was Spider-Man, but he was definitely not invulnerable, and look at the big holes in the concrete hit by bullets. The caliber of bullets fired from the opposite side is a bit scary.

Harry was extremely embarrassed, imitating the appearance of the little turtles, forming a huge turtle shell on his back to cover himself, and walked in a circle along the building where Peter and the others were, from the back of the building to the top of the building to join Peter and the others.

After taking a look at the embarrassed people, Harry bent down and ran to Peter's side and said to the little turtles: "What's in there? My God, does anyone want to start a large-scale war in New York?"

Leonardo tightened his blue turban with a little fear, let out a big breath, and said: "There are warehouses above the 6th floor, and a laboratory on the 5th floor. They seem to be doing some... Human-related experiments.

We just see a guy being injected with a golden liquid and then he explodes. "

As he spoke, Leonardo wiped his bare forehead and said fearfully: "Fortunately, we reacted quickly~"

Peter listened to the continuous gunfire from the opposite side, and complained to the little turtles: "We should listen to Director George and leave this place to Duke and the others. It's okay now, we have stung a hornet's nest..."

While Michelangelo adjusted his chin that was a little crooked after falling, he said dissatisfiedly to Peter: "Hey, if Duke and the others were inside when it exploded, how many of them would escape?"

The strong Raphael hammered Michelangelo on the head and said, "Duke and the others were still outside the door when it exploded. What could that man blow up?"

As he spoke, Raphael rubbed his thigh vigorously. A bullet made a bloody groove on the thick skin there. The rough turtle grabbed a handful from a small bag on his waist with his dirty hands. The smoky gray gel covered it, and he grinned and let out a muffled groan.

Harry watched as the edge of the building not far away was being hit by intensive bullets from bottom to top and began to collapse. He worriedly directed the aircraft in a circle through the computer on his wrist to see Duke and the others. situation.

Duke pressed against the wall of an alley, waving his hands to his men to follow his example and stick close to the wall so as not to give the opponent an angle to shoot at.

Using 12.7mm or even 30mm powerful weapons in urban warfare is a bit too foul. The ripcord behind Duke threw away the MP7 submachine gun in his hand and said angrily: "Why do the bad guys always have more firepower than us?" ?”

As soon as he said the words to open the parachute, a large-caliber bullet hit the MP7 he threw, shattering the unlucky submachine gun. An unknown fragment hit the thigh of the parachute, causing He let out a scream like a killing pig.

"It's over, my brother seems to have been shot~"

Duke turned back and leaned his body against the wall. He opened the ripcord and took a look at the hand covering his lower body. Then he pressed the ripcord's chest hard to prevent him from bending over. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Missed." It’s just a minor injury, you look so embarrassing!”

As he spoke, Duke shouted to the guys behind him: "Back up against the wall and don't give the opponent a shooting angle. Communications officer, call the roadblock. We need support from helicopters and big guns."

He rubbed the lower part of the body vigorously with the parachute, let out a long sigh of relief, then quickly moved back against the wall, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Medical soldier, Gransher Moses~"

Come check out my injuries, I always feel like I'm missing an inch or two! "

A blond young man with a cold expression and a handsome appearance was wearing the uniform of the emergency team. He was carrying a medical kit. When he was moving the parachute to a safe position, he pulled him to the edge of a trash can and roughly unzipped his pants to look at him. He glanced at it, then rolled his eyes, took out an emergency hemostatic patch, tore it open and slapped it on roughly.

Opening the parachute looked at Glenhill Moses with dissatisfaction, looked down at his crotch that was covered with white hemostatic tape, and shouted: "Hey, man, you have to be more careful, do you see clearly?

If something goes wrong with it, I will have to say goodbye to girls for the rest of my life..."

Glenhill Moses waved his hand impatiently to interrupt the complaint of the ripcord, and said: "You only have two inches in total, you can't lose it!"

Duke stood in his original position, stuck a small mirror to the barrel of his gun and stretched it out to observe for a long time, but he couldn't see where the enemy was.

The emergency team rushed into battle. They never expected that the enemy would have such a powerful weapon.

A green triangular aircraft hovered over Duke's head and nimblely rubbed his arm against the wall, startling him.

Duke nervously turned his head to look at the aircraft and cursed angrily: "Harry, this is not a place for you to come, stay away!"

Just as Duke finished speaking, a communication cut into his radio arbitrarily, and Harry's voice came out of his earphones, shouting: "Hey, I'm here to help, don't you want to know what's in there? "

Duke really had no choice but to shout impatiently with the enthusiastic rich second generation: "Then tell me quickly, and then you stay away or call your father to help!"

Harry on the roof was so angry that he suppressed the urge to throw two stones at Duke and controlled the computer on his wrist twice. The head of the aircraft that was with Duke appeared in a 3D image of the target building. projection.

Duke stretched out his hand to zoom in on the fourth floor of the building and saw a dozen bipedal war machines guarding the surroundings of the building.

Duke looked at those two legs holding up an armored vehicle, with two freely rotating machine gun arms stretched out. He shook his head with a sigh and cursed: "How come these people have such brains? Tanks are not easy to use." ?"

As he spoke, Duke pressed the communicator and asked: "Harry, is this a real-time picture? Are these our enemies?"

Harry on the other end of the communicator smiled bitterly and said: "No, this was scanned when I was rescuing people just now. There are still the same signals coming out below the 4th floor, but without a clear scan, I am not sure which ones they are. ?”

Duke glanced at a sparkling groove on the head of the aircraft in front of him and said, "It seems like your scanning function is useless, right?"

Harry said with a wry smile: "Yes, if you wait a moment, my butler Greenwald has unlocked a new aircraft for me, as well as powerful enough weapons, and it will be here soon."

After hearing this, Duke smiled bitterly and kicked out a trash can in front of him. Looking at the trash can that exploded after being shot, Duke pressed the communication button and said: "Did you see the other party's firepower?

You retreat quickly. When our helicopter arrives, this will be the real battlefield. "

As he spoke, Duke took off a disgusting condom that had splashed out of the trash can from his chest and threw it on the ground, cursing: "Damn it, is this fucking dry garbage or wet garbage?"

Harry looked at Peter a little unhappy and said, "Why do they think we are children? We are also warriors!"

Peter didn't show much concern. Seeing Harry's unhappy look, Peter smiled and said: "Because they are all caring about us, there is nothing wrong with this, and there is no point in fighting, especially fighting against those war machines.

In fact, if you had that powerful pumpkin bomb, the battle would be over by now! "

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Peter was right. In this situation, not wanting to launch missiles into the building but thinking about rushing in was indeed hopelessly stupid, and he was definitely not a qualified second-generation rich man. !

Just when Harry wanted to urge the butler Grindelwald, the little turtle Donatello, who was lying on the side of the roof and observing carefully, suddenly shouted: "What is that? That guy is crazy, he will be torn into pieces." of……"

Duke watched in horror as a police car quickly rushed over from a road diagonally opposite him, aiming directly at the building with astonishing firepower.

When the police car rushed to a position 20 meters away from the building, a powerful bullet hit the front of the police car. The bullet's huge power was like a hot knife cutting through butter, tearing open the engine of the police car and flying off a front wheel.

The police car rushing forward at high speed began to spin rapidly under the impact, but its target was still the building.

Peter and Harry approached Donatello's position and watched in shock as the police car rushed to the bottom of the building amidst the hail of bullets. A tall silver figure kicked the door and got out of the car while the police car was spinning rapidly. He jumped down and took a few steps forward to enter the shooting blind spot of the local building.

Harry watched in shock as Murphy gave a military salute to Duke's position, then turned around and forcefully opened a big hole in the wall behind him and broke in.

Looking at the equally incredible Peter, Harry said: "Who is that guy? He is so handsome!"

Peter glanced at Duke who was jumping excitedly downstairs, then listened to the clear gunshots in the building opposite and said, "No matter who he is, he is very dangerous now."

As soon as Peter finished speaking, the tall, friendless figure who had been handsome just now fell out of the big hole he had made. One of his arms was obviously taken off by a bullet, but the man didn't care. He stood up and rushed in again.

When Peter watched Duke downstairs start sprinting regardless of danger, he took out his phone and pressed Alvin's number, then looked at Harry and said, "We have to help..."