Capítulo 107: Chapter 107 Spidey and His New Friends!

Spider-Man had been quite excited initially, but that quickly changed when Anton drove into an alley, parked in a secluded lot, and opened a manhole cover beside the parking lot.

Peter was baffled.

"What does this mean?"

"Come on, your new friends are inside," Anton said before descending into the sewer.

Peter hesitated for a moment before following Anton into the underground.

To his surprise, the sewer was nothing like he had imagined. There was no stench, no rotting waste—nothing remotely unpleasant.

After walking for two or three minutes, they emerged into a completely different world.

"What is this place?"

Peter face froze in astonishment as he took in the scene.

Someone had transformed this part of the sewer into a secret base!

Monitors lined the walls, while another section of the space was filled with advanced scientific equipment.

Peter immediately recognized the technology.

He had seen and used the very same equipment while working weekends at Osborn Industries.

But the biggest shock came when he saw a one-armed scientist working diligently beside the high-tech devices.

"Dr. Connors!" Peter exclaimed, his voice echoing with disbelief.

Dr. Connors turned around and, upon seeing a familiar face, offered a warm smile tinged with guilt.

"Peter, it been a while."

"Dr. Connors, what are you doing here?"

Peter glanced at Anton uncertainly before approaching Connors. When he saw the data on the equipment screens, realization dawned.

He looked worried. "You're still researching the Lizard formula?!"

"Don't worry, Peter. I'll never let myself fall into that madness again, all because of this missing arm," Connors said, using his only hand to tousle Peter hair. He smiled. "You should thank Batman for giving me a chance to redeem myself."

"And what about Uncle Norman?"

Peter turned to Anton, hesitating. "Anton, where is Uncle Norman?"

"His condition is terrible. It not safe for him to see you," Anton replied calmly.

Bang! Bang!

From another part of the sewer, faint crashing and snarling noises echoed through the walls.

Peter instantly understood.

Norman was still in his Green Goblin state, his mind heavily affected by the serum side effects. It would take time to neutralize the negative effects clouding his thoughts.

"We're making progress," Connors explained, noticing Peter concern. "Using mutagen from the Ninja Turtles' DNA, we're developing a cure to restore Norman sanity and eliminate the negative emotions in his mind. The same cure will also grant enhanced regenerative abilities."

"So… does that mean your arm might grow back? And this time, without side effects?"

Peter picked up on Connors' implication.

"Yes," Connors confirmed, nodding with gratitude. "Thanks to Batman."

Peter looked at Anton, his gaze filled with gratitude.

For Peter, Connors was a deeply respected mentor who had helped him in many ways. Seeing Connors turn over a new leaf made Peter genuinely happy.

Anton waved him over. "Peter, I brought you here to meet your new friends."

"New friends?"

Peter had a pretty good idea who his new friends might be.

After all, they had recently made quite a name for themselves.

"They're in the training area over there," Connors said, nodding at Anton.

"Let go."

Anton led Peter to the dojo, which served as the Ninja Turtles' training grounds.

Inside, the giant rat Splinter was putting the turtles through rigorous training. On one hand, it was to strengthen their resolve; on the other, it was to punish them.

"Who stepped on and destroyed my bonsai on their way to the police station this morning?"

Splinter face was full of anger as he paced back and forth between the turtles, who were precariously balanced on exercise balls. His long, thin tail swatted at them occasionally, adding to their difficulty.

"It wasn't me, Sensei!" Michelangelo yelled in his high-pitched voice. "It was Donnie! Donnie stepped on your bonsai!"

"Liar! It was you, Mikey!" Donatello snapped through gritted teeth.

"Honestly, it was those two, Sensei. Let Leo and me off the hook!" Raphael huffed, his voice gruff and labored.

"It all my fault, Sensei!" Leonardo, ever the leader, admitted, shoulders sagging with the weight of responsibility. "As their big brother, it on me for not keeping them in check!"

As the eldest sibling and team leader, Leonardo bore a heavier burden than the others. Not only was he balancing on the exercise ball, but he was also holding a large rock with his feet, clearly pushing himself to the brink of collapse.

Suddenly, all the turtles turned their heads toward Anton and Peter.

"Anton, what brings you here?"

Splinter sharp eyes landed on Peter. "And who is he?"

"This is Peter Parker, Master Splinter," Anton said politely, smiling. "I was hoping you could train him. You're the best teacher I know when it comes to discipline."

"That a fact," Splinter said matter-of-factly, accepting the compliment. He walked over to Peter, circling him a few times. He sniffed Peter, then pinched his arm muscles with mild astonishment. "Your strength doesn't match your appearance, young one."

"Uh, hello…" Peter stammered, marveling at the giant rat before him.

He wasn't unfamiliar with the turtles. Lately, New York City had been abuzz with news about the Ninja Turtles.

They had become the city latest beloved heroes, and their rabid fanbase was even pushing to hang a Ninja Turtle banner at City Hall as a flag.

Not even Batman most die-hard fans had ever come up with something so outrageous.

"What strength could he possibly have?" Michelangelo scoffed before whining. "Sensei, please let us down! We can't take it anymore!"

"Fine," Splinter relented, pointing at Michelangelo. "Mikey, you can test the boy strength."

"Test?"

Michelangelo flipped off the ball with a cheerful somersault, landing in front of Peter. He flashed a toothy turtle grin. "Alright, kid. Don't blame me if I'm a little rough!"

"Bring it on!" Peter said, stepping onto the dojo central platform. Noticing Michelangelo dismissive attitude, Peter smirked mischievously. "I won't hold back."

"Neither will I! Don't go crying afterward!" Michelangelo replied as he climbed onto the platform. He didn't bother using his nunchaku, instead adopting a defensive stance.

"Alright, kid, I'll even let you have the first punch!" He tapped the shell on his chest confidently, drawing irritated looks from Splinter and his brothers.

Anton expression grew amused.

Glancing at Michelangelo, then at Peter cunning smile, he chose to remain silent, anticipating the outcome.

Splinter, having briefly tested Peter strength, knew the boy power was extraordinary. However, he didn't warn Michelangelo, hoping the turtle would learn a valuable lesson.

The other three turtles exchanged uneasy glances. Seeing the calm expressions on both Anton and Splinter faces, they suspected something was amiss.

"Well, don't mind if I do!"

Peter grinned slyly as he sauntered up to Michelangelo. Moving deliberately slow, he stopped in front of the turtle, clenched his fist, and…

Boom!

With a single punch, Peter fist ripped through the air like a cannonball.

Michelangelo face twisted in shock. Though his shell didn't crack, he was sent flying effortlessly, slamming into the wall near the sewer main drainage area.

"Holy shell!"