Marvel Super Armor

"Aoshi Group has grown to the scale it is today, and your ability is obvious to all."

The vice chairman with the face of an old Wall Street capitalist looked at Norman, with a smile on his face like an ugly statue that a third-rate sculptor could not sell:

"But you know the importance of the super soldier serum project and the suit development project. As the chairman, you should know better than me the losses caused by their simultaneous cancellation."

"It's just some economic losses. With the size of the Aussie Group, although the losses are heavy, they are far from destroying the foundation." Norman squinted his eyes to retort.

The vice chairman was a little frightened by his snake-like eyes. He turned away without any trace, avoiding looking at him, and said:

"You haven't forgotten yesterday's nuclear fusion experiment, have you? There were dozens of congressmen alone among the guests, not to mention other officials and businessmen. The president personally called to ask questions about this matter. Don't you realize the seriousness of it? ?”

"The president is calling? When?"

Norman frowned and realized that the situation was out of control.

It's not unusual for him to have a mole under his command, but someone who is qualified to control his schedule...

He looked at the folder at hand, which was the account that the secretary had given him for inspection.

It's definitely not the first time. I don't know how many tricks have been done behind my back.

The vice chairman did not answer Norman's question, and answered the question incorrectly: "Now the eyes of the entire New York, the entire Lighthouse Country, and even the entire world are focused on the Ao Group. Security has stopped several groups of reporters trying to sneak in. Light Horn The daily newspaper only caught three.”

"You should know... what this means."

"I know, someone needs to take responsibility." Norman had already seen through his little plan: "And as the first investor in this experiment, I am the most suitable candidate to take the blame."

"Look, I'd say he knows this process much better than we do."

The vice chairman laughed, and the other directors laughed too.

Only Norman had a sullen face, like Jesus being pushed onto the cross by fools. While enduring the punishment, he was also ridiculed by the clowns in the audience.

"...You should know that I founded the Aoshi Group, right?"

Norman closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, exhaled deeply, and looked a little haggard:

"Then do you know how much I sacrificed for this?"

The directors looked at each other, and in the end, the vice chairman took over the task of issuing the ultimatum. Looking at Norman's eyes as cold as the biting cold wind, he pronounced the final fate of the captain who had devoted half his life to the giant ship of the Oshi Group. :

"You're out, Norman."

After making the final decision, he took the lead and stood up to leave. The other directors exchanged glances and then left.

Some of them retaliated by giving Norman a gentle pat on the shoulder, saying "the group will never forget your efforts", either sincerely or falsely, shaking their heads and leaving with a pretense of sadness.

"boom!"

The heavy door closed behind him, and Norman was the only one left in the huge conference room.

He sat there expressionless.

I didn't get up for a long time.

……

"Raphael! Are you going to do it? Now! Here?!"

In the dim sewer, Michelangelo was holding up a lamppost he had picked up from the ruins, aiming at Raphael's arm with excitement.

"bring it on!"

Raphael tensed his forearms and closed his eyes in preparation.

"Get ready...I'll fight!"

Michelangelo yelled and hit Raphael on top of the head.

"Om-!"

The street light pole bent [-] degrees, and the sound of metal collision echoed in the sewer.

"Aha, hahaha!"

Michelangelo cheered excitedly: "It's broken, it's broken, it's broken! It's really broken, hahahaha!"

"Are there any double images in front of your eyes? Do you feel dizzy?"

Donatello hurried over to check on Raphael, but after being pushed away by the latter, he said excitedly:

"It's unbelievable! We actually have an atavistic mutation!"

Raphael ignored him, walked over and patted Michelangelo on the head angrily:

"Didn't I ask you to hit my arm? Why did you hit my head?"

"Is there any difference between hitting you on the head with this pole and being hit by a newspaper roll?"

Michelangelo didn't care at all that he was hit on the head and hit Raphael's chest with his elbow:

"If I had known that the more serious the injury, the more obvious the mutation would be, I would have asked Schrader to give me a knife..."

"...What are you thinking about in your little head all day long?"

Raphael wordlessly pulled his worried brother aside.

"Keep your voice down, Master is still resting!"

Leonardo came over quietly at some point and warned these guys who were too playful.

Raphael and Leonardo looked at each other. Although they didn't smile at each other, they didn't show their faces as before. They just turned to look at Donatello and changed the subject:

"What's the test result?"

"Leo, you're here just in time, come and take a look at this."

Donatello pointed at the computer screen excitedly, speaking quickly as if he was renting something in a hurry:

"The overall muscle strength has increased by 64%, and the physical strength has increased by 94%. Now Raphael can resist a sniper rifle!"

"Now the ninjas of the Hand Association no longer pose a threat to us..."

Michelangelo looked at the data on the computer screen, his eyes filled with stars:

"Guys, I think our group should have a new name. How about we call it [Ninja Dragon Turtles]?"

Raphael: "Not very good."

Donatello: "It still sounds good now."

Leonardo: "Too long and it doesn't rhyme."

The brothers were as disrespectful as ever.

"Say..."

Donatello took out a small bottle from the treasure bag on his waist, which turned out to be the mutation potion he had stolen back from the Hand base.

"If we use medicine on him without Master's consent, he won't be angry if he finds out, right?"

Raphael shrank his neck: "Let's just forget about it and drag Master into the water. Master won't beat me if he finds out, right?"

"It's so scary that our master is not like me~~"

Michelangelo put his fists on his chest, his little eyes watery and shining:

"I only feel sorry for Giegie~"

"...I often feel out of tune with you because I'm not perverted enough." Leonardo covered his face tiredly and sighed:

"To be honest, I still think our original appearance was more pleasing to the eye, at least it didn't look as aggressive as it does now."

Several people glanced at each other and nodded in agreement.

It turns out that although it looks strange enough, the main body still looks like a turtle, and the round head looks a bit silly.

But now, each of the brothers is more fierce than the other. He is indeed handsome, but he also feels much more dangerous. He might scare people to death if he goes out to do some heroic deeds in the middle of the night.

"The difficulty for us to change back is a little bit higher."

Donatello drew a universe on his fingertips.

"Why is this? I don't think the lizard man turned back into a human form immediately after being exposed to the reverse mutation potion?" Michelangelo asked strangely.

"Can his situation be the same as ours?"

Donatello glanced at him speechlessly, and pulled up the data analyzed overnight from the computer:

"You see, Connors is originally a human. The lizard gene fragments and mutant turtle gene fragments in his DNA were all inserted through mutagenic agents, but we are different."

Donatello moved his hands up and down, showing off his body:

"Did you see it? The turtle gene fragments in our bodies are born with us. It is better to say that the human gene fragments are embedded later in life. The mutation method is completely different from that of the lizard people. There is no way to deduce what we can do based on his medicine. The reverse mutation agent used, because essentially they are two completely different things.”

"With my own strength and the experimental conditions in the base, it is impossible to develop a reverse mutation agent. It is better to contribute myself to scientific research institutions for experiments. This way, the chance of obtaining the antidote is higher."

"Well, that's all we can do for the time being. Anyway, the Hand will not have time to make any big moves in the near future. We can take some time off." Leonardo comforted:

"Just in time, it's time for our weapons to be replaced with new ones. The original ones are too small."

"It's a pity that the forging furnace at home took a lot of effort to build, and now I have to build a new one." Donatello wrinkled his face in pain.

"Just be content. Thanks to Master's foresight and preparation of this backup base, otherwise we would have no home on the passenger plane now." Raphael said, patting his head:

"Speaking of which, this backup base is too useful. I need to prepare a few more."

"Indeed, when we settle down here, we will go out and look for a place." Leonardo agreed.

At this moment, an earth-shattering roar suddenly sounded in the room where Master Splinter was:

"How dare you wait!"

"Master!"

Several people were shocked and hurriedly ran towards the next door. As soon as they took a few steps, they saw that his figure had become much bigger. He had advanced from a [weak old rat] to an [old rat who killed a cow with one punch]. Master Splinter rushed out from inside, shouting with red eyes:

"Kids, run, I'll do it - huh?"

He looked at his sons who had changed greatly in astonishment. He was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly said angrily:

"Raphael! Where did you get this sloppy hairstyle! I can't control you anymore, can I?!"

"..."

The turtles looked at each other, their eyes moist, and they all opened their arms and rushed forward:

"dad!!!"

……

[You call my uncle, he will be very happy.But I don't like the tone of your words. 】

In the stereoscopic projection, Fei Ji's face was a little pale, his right arm was hung on his chest with a bandage, and he looked at his nephew with a somewhat unkind look:

[Please translate for me, what does "my uncle is a Riddler" mean? 】

"..."

The corners of Ethan's mouth twitched.

Who, with such a foul mouth, would be the one to report something?

……

"Ah-sneeze!!!"

Logan, who was brushing his teeth, suddenly sneezed loudly and loudly, scaring Hank who was waiting to have breakfast with him in the living room until his hair broke out.

"Bah! Ugh——"

Logan looked at the foam he had spit out in the mirror, retched twice in disgust, and cursed:

"What the hell, what bastard is talking about me behind my back so early in the morning... Ah - sneeze!!!"