章 88: Chapter 88: The Task Force Strikes!

Today, the NYPD Task Force mobilized in full force, heading to the Sykes Corporation building.

On one hand, the building housed the expensive chemical materials stolen from Osborn Corporation by The Foot Clan . On the other hand, Sykes Corporation had proven to be a lackey of The Foot Clan , betraying the trust of both the NYPD and George Stacy.

After confirming the validity of the intel, George, in a fit of rage, assembled the Task Force to unleash a decisive and sweeping operation against Sykes Corporation and The Foot Clan .

Eddie kept a close watch on the NYPD.

The moment George and his team left the precinct, Eddie stepped out of the Daily Bugle and headed to the DC Corporation floor to find Anton. He grinned, "The show about to start."

"Are the little turtles ready?"

Anton expression remained calm. As the mastermind behind the scenes, he had anticipated this outcome long ago.

"They're always ready."

From his interactions over the past few days, Eddie had full confidence in the turtles. "They've been preparing for this moment for thousands of days and nights."

and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were destined foes.

To the turtles, symbolized evil. From a young age, Splinter had instilled in them the goal of defeating .

And now, the day to fulfill that goal had arrived.

"Then let go. The show about to start, and it wouldn't be complete without an audience."

Anton followed Eddie toward Sykes Corporation.

At this moment.

The NYPD Task Force had already arrived at the Sykes Corporation building, surrounding it heavily, not even letting a fly escape.

Their imposing stance left the building ordinary employees visibly panicked.

However, Eric Sykes, the owner of Sykes Corporation, remained unnervingly calm, as if he had anticipated this.

"Karai, are our people in position?"

Sykes turned to the Japanese kunoichi beside him.

Karai expression was cold, her demeanor sharp and menacing.

Without flinching, she replied, "Master Shredder is on his way to the Sykes Corporation. You can take the experimental materials and leave first."

"Understood."

Sykes nodded and headed toward the rooftop helipad, instructing his researchers to take the latest experimental results and destroy all remaining data on-site.

Sykes Corporation ultimate aim was to develop a devastating bioweapon gas capable of blanketing all of New York.

In this planned terror attack, Sykes Corporation intended to present itself as the savior, offering the antidote and wielding control over life and death.

However, while the gas had been developed, the antidote was still far from ready.

Without the antidote, Sykes and wouldn't dare release the gas. After all, their goal was to dominate New York—and eventually the world—not to turn it into a chaotic wasteland.

Even with the police at their door, they didn't believe they had done anything wrong. Their only regret was being exposed too soon, forcing them to seek alternative paths before the plan could be executed.

BOOM!

After several warnings went unanswered, George and the NYPD Task Force stormed the Sykes Corporation building.

Ordinary employees surrendered voluntarily and were detained for questioning, while none of the researchers or enforcers came forward.

This only fueled George anger.

At his command, the Task Force breached the building.

Tear gas and flashbangs were thrown into the first-floor lobby, disorienting the enforcers hiding behind walls.

The Task Force opened fire, the muzzle flashes lighting up the air.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets whizzed through the building, forcing many of the enforcers into retreat.

The Task Force advanced steadily, their superior firepower keeping enemies at bay from all directions.

For now, the enforcers posed little threat to the Task Force.

What George and his team didn't realize was that the true combatants had yet to appear.

…

On the rooftop.

At the helipad.

Sykes, holding a canister of toxic gas, was preparing to leave the city and go into hiding.

For someone as wealthy as him, going underground wasn't an end but rather a new beginning.

It wasn't even a "comeback," because, for him, the sun had never set.

But just as the helicopter lifted a few meters off the ground, something sliced through its rotor blades.

The helicopter crashed back onto the helipad with a deafening roar, nearly breaking through the platform.

"What the hell just happened?"

Sykes, his face twisted with anger, leaned out of the helicopter cabin to look. Standing before him was a figure with a billowing cape.

His expression instantly changed.

"Batman!"

...

Sykes Building, First-Floor Lobby

A man clad in gleaming silver samurai armor burst through a wall like a tank, arriving in the lobby.

Under the excited gazes of enforcers, he charged into the midst of the NYPD Task Force.

The firearms of the Task Force members proved utterly ineffective against the man in the silver armor.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Bullets ricocheted harmlessly off the impenetrable armor.

The man in silver samurai armor smirked with disdain from beneath his helmet.

"This is New York Task Force?"

Standing boldly in the center of the floor, he sneered, "Pathetic."

"So you managed to track us down—commendable, Commissioner Stacy."

Then, in a deep, commanding voice, Shredder continued, "But you'll be disappointed. The Foot Clan isn't so easily defeated."

"Shredder?"

George expression turned grim.

From the information Eddie had sent, he knew who Shredder was.

Before leading the Task Force to the Sykes Building, George had also dispatched a team to Shredder dojo in Brooklyn.

Clearly, that team had achieved nothing against him.

"Why are there so many armored freaks these days?"

George muttered angrily.

Shredder ignored the Task Force attacks, striding straight toward George, who was positioned at the rear.

Bullets couldn't penetrate Shredder armor.

He advanced relentlessly, brutally and forcefully knocking down every Task Force member in his path.

George didn't plan on running.

As the NYPD Commissioner, fleeing during a fight against crime would be a disgrace.

George had never feared death.

Moreover, he still believed he had a chance.

He drew his pistol, firing continuously while dodging to create distance.

But Shredder, a master ninja, understood combat on a level George couldn't hope to match.

In no time, Shredder reached George.

Shhh! Shhh!

Blades extended from the armored gauntlet on Shredder right forearm.

Under the sunlight, the blades glinted with a menacing brilliance.

George swallowed hard. With a wall behind him and Shredder clad in silver armor before him, he was cornered with nowhere to run.

"New York has superheroes. You won't get away with this," George growled through clenched teeth.

"Hmph."

Shredder had no interest in his chatter. With a thrust, the blades shot forward.

BOOM!

From above, a figure suddenly appeared, descending like a meteor. With the force of a massive boulder, they slammed Shredder into the ground, pinning him firmly.

George found himself saved from certain death.

He stared at the figure before him, stunned for a moment.

"George, I've saved you again."

Anton, clad in his battle armor, allowed a small smirk to form on the visible part of his face—his chin and mouth.