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On this day, the New York Police Department task force was dispatched to the Sachs Industries building.

On one hand, the Sachs building contained expensive chemical materials that the Foot Clan had stolen from Osborne; on the other hand, Sachs had proven itself to be a pawn of the Foot Clan, losing the trust of both the New York Police Department and George Stacy.

After confirming the authenticity of the intelligence, a furious George assembled the task force and prepared to strike against Sachs and the Foot Clan with all the force they could muster.

Eddie kept an eye on the situation within the New York Police Department. As soon as George and his team left the police station, Eddie made his way down to the Daily Bugle's DC company floor, found Anton, and said with a smile, "The show has begun."

"Are the ninja turtles ready?" Anton asked calmly. As the orchestrator behind the scenes, he had anticipated this moment for some time.

"Always ready," Eddie replied confidently. "For this day, they've been preparing for thousands of days and nights."

The Foot Clan and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were destined enemies. The Foot Clan represented everything evil in the eyes of the turtles, and since childhood, Splinter had instilled in them the goal of defeating the Foot Clan. 

Now, the day had come to fulfill that mission.

"Let's go. The show's starting, but you can't have a show without an audience," Anton said.

Anton followed Eddie to the Sachs Company building, where the New York Police Department task force had already surrounded the premises. The building was locked down so tightly that not even a fly could get through.

The aggressive display caused panic among the ordinary employees inside. However, the owner of Sachs, Eric Sachs, remained calm, as if he had been expecting this.

"Karai, are we all prepared?" Eric asked, looking at the ninja beside him.

Karai's face was stern and solemn. Upon hearing the question, she remained unfazed and responded, "Master Shredder has arrived at Sachs. You can evacuate first with the experimental materials."

"Understood," Eric nodded, turning to head for the helipad on the top of the building. At the same time, he ordered the researchers to remove the latest experimental results and destroy all other materials on site.

The goal of Sachs Company was to develop a powerful biochemical gas capable of covering all of New York. In this terrorist attack, Sachs would position itself as the savior, carrying the antidote and manipulating life and death.

However, while the poison gas had been developed, the antidote was still far from ready. Without the antidote, neither Sachs nor the Foot Clan could afford to release the toxic gas. 

After all, they sought to dominate New York and the world in the guise of saviors, not create a chaotic, desolate wasteland.

Even though they were called by the police, they didn't think they had done anything wrong. They only regretted that the exposure came too early and the plan hadn't been implemented in time, so they now had to find another way.

Boom!!

After several repeated calls from the New York Police Department task force, led by George, no one inside the Sachs company building responded.

Ordinary employees surrendered voluntarily and were guarded by the New York Police Department, waiting for questioning afterward. However, none of the related researchers or thugs came out to speak. 

This only irritated George further.

He gave the order, and the task force stormed the Sachs company building.

Tear gas and flashbangs were thrown into the lobby on the first floor, and the task force members, hiding behind the walls, opened fire on the thugs waiting inside.

Bang, bang, bang!

The bullets tore through the air, forcing many of the thugs to retreat.

The task force pushed forward, their powerful firepower overwhelming the enemies from all sides.

Despite their full efforts, the Foot Clan thugs still didn't pose much of a threat to the task force.

What George and his team didn't know was that the real masterminds hadn't even revealed themselves yet.

...

On the rooftop of the building,

Eric Sachs, holding a canister of poison gas, prepared to flee the city and find a secluded place to hide.

For a wealthy man like him, living in seclusion wasn't the end—it was merely a new beginning. This wouldn't be a comeback, because, in his mind, the sun never set on his empire.

But as the helicopter lifted just a few meters off the ground, its propellers were suddenly sliced off by something, sending the entire helicopter crashing back onto the rooftop, nearly piercing the apron.

"What happened?"

Eric's voice was full of rage as he looked out of the cabin. A figure in a flying cloak stood in front of him.

His face drained of color.

"Batman!"

...

In the Sachs Building, on the first-floor lobby,

A man clad in silver samurai armor crashed through the wall like a tank, landing in the lobby.

Under the excited gazes of the thugs, he charged straight into the task force.

The guns of the task force members were useless against the man in the silver samurai armor.

Ding, ding, ding, ding!

The bullets bounced off his hard armor.

The man in the silver samurai armor wore a scornful expression beneath his helmet.

"This is the task force of the New York Police Department?" he sneered, standing proudly in the center of the floor. "Pathetic."

"If you managed to find your way here, you're considered capable, Captain Stacy," he taunted.

Then, Shredder spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful: "However, I'm afraid I have to disappoint you. The Foot Clan is not so easily dealt with."

"Shredder?"

George's expression grew solemn.

From the information Eddie had sent, he knew Shredder's identity.

Before commanding the task force to the Sachs Building, he had also ordered a team to go to Shredder's dojo in Brooklyn.

Obviously, that team had made no impact on Shredder at all.

"Why are there so many monsters in armor now?"

George couldn't help but exclaim as he watched Shredder ignore the task force's attack and charge forward, mowing down anyone in his way.

The bullets had no effect on Shredder's armor.

Shredder advanced ruthlessly, his posture arrogant and dismissive, as he knocked aside all the task force members who tried to stop him.

George didn't want to run away.

As the captain of the New York Police Department, escaping during a fight against crime would be a shame.

He never feared death.

Besides, he believed he still had a chance.

Therefore, he drew his gun, pulled the trigger continuously, and dodged while trying to put some distance between himself and Shredder.

However, Shredder, a master ninja, had far superior combat skills to George.

Soon, Shredder was upon him. A sharp blade sprang from the armor-covered right forearm.

In the sunlight, the blade gleamed, reflecting a dazzling light.

George swallowed hard.

He was backed up against a wall, with no way to advance or retreat. In front of him stood Shredder in his silver samurai armor.

"There are superheroes in New York, you won't succeed," George gritted through his teeth.

"Humph."

Shredder didn't bother to respond. Instead, he lunged forward with the sharp blade aimed directly at George.

Boom!

A figure suddenly appeared above Shredder's head, falling like a meteor. It crashed down with terrifying force, slamming Shredder to the ground.

George was able to escape the immediate danger. He looked at the figure before him for a moment.

"George, I saved you again," Anton, clad in battle armor, stood there with a slight smile, his chin and the corner of his mouth the only visible part of his face.

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