Super Detective in the Fictional World

A few days later, it was mid-July, and there were no news from the four little turtles.

Luke felt a little strange after a busy day or sent an inquiry over the Internet.

Donnie across the street replied that they and the teacher had been busy with something else lately and were temporarily unable to take time to meet him.

Luke frowned.

Not surprisingly, what can happen to the little turtles? It was just a bigfoot fight on the roof.

Not that he despises the Bigfoot Gang, but it's a group that can get into his eyes in the world. It's probably one Hydra, and this is mostly the head, cut one by two.

The high table counts as one, with many people and many factions, enough for him to paint for ten or eight years.

At the end of the day, Kim and the other guy controlled a force that was very vigilant and able to hide. The control was extremely powerful, and it went from light to dark for half a year, and it never collapsed.

Other groups, either official white gloves or foreign forces, have not been met by him.

With that in mind, Donnie sent another sentence: "Thank you so much for your cell phone and safety code, we found the trackers of the bad guys in advance, otherwise our base would be surrounded by them”.

Luke snapped.

The phone he gave Donnie, originally the smartphone version of "phony," had all the features of anti-surveillance, anti-tracking, electronic detection, and anonymous Internet access.

With this phone, of course, Luke can forcibly lock its approximate position.

However, these phones are mostly provided to allies or teammates, and he has hardly ever done so.

So he talked to Donnie again, and Donnie asked him to wait.

A moment later, the message continued to be sent: "Big Black, now it's my teacher... um, Old Grey is talking to you. ”

The Big Black, of course, is synonymous with Luke's network, and the little turtles are code-named for the color of their turtles, like Donnie is the little purple.

And the little turtles' teachers were polite, came up to say hello, and expressed admiration for the heroic and helpful behavior of "Mr. Big Black".

Luke should say two words, decisively and straight to the point: “Mr. Grey, if there is something to be said, I have more things to do, and if I can help, I won't make excuses. ”

After a moment of silence, a message was finally sent: "I want Mr. Big Black to help me protect an innocent girl. ”

Luke frowned: “Reason? Enemy? ”

The opposite side has been quiet for a while, and seems quite unfamiliar with this concise conversation: “The Bigfoot gang wants to take her hostage to threaten us. Within a month, we will definitely beat the Bigfoot Gang, and then we won't have to bother Mr. Big Black. ”

Luke scratched his head and muttered to himself: "Fix the Bigfoot gang, for a month? No kidding. ”

Unless this group turns to zero and lets him spend his time searching for traces, a night of positive fighting will suffice.

But thinking about it, he probably understood the problem of little turtles and their teachers —— not seeing the light.

Four little turtles also like to fight with cold weapons, which still have a certain disadvantage over thermal weapons.

Urgent gang members have no bottom line and will not be able to deal with them with ordinary thermal weapons, which is likely to use unusual large-calibre snipers, rockets and rockets.

Things get big, little turtles. They're just as troublesome.

Thinking for a moment, he went back to the message: “We'll talk about it in person. In any case, I can assure you that the girl will be properly arranged. ”

Hanging up the newsletter, hearing that he was going to meet the four little turtles, Selena was thrilled: “Me too. ”

When she saw Luke throwing a strange look, she coughed softly: "Last time I told you, give them some pizza as a gift. You have to do what you say. ”

Luke was right to think about it, but he couldn't help but admonish: “If you have gold, don't take it personally, don't fall in love. ”

And the golden ears were raised, “Ooh? ”

Selena: “How is that possible? I just think these four little turtles are interesting. And jealousy is a knife, and gold is not a pet. ”

Luke Fox wonders: "So... what is gold? ”

Selena hesitated for a moment to look at a dog's head and say, "Friend? ”

Gold block: (° △ ° |||)

Luke was also stunned: “But the gold... it doesn't seem to be the mother, does it? ”

“But it's not public either.” Selena despises: “And doesn't she have a boyfriend now? It's not male or female. Isn't it better for a girlfriend? ”

One man and one dog looked at each other and thought it was a false proposition that could not be proven, decisively giving up arguing with a woman.

I'm not your girlfriend anyway. Lu someone muttered in his heart and left this behind.

Soon after the gold was shocked, it became numb.

Its identity has been changing, starting as a pet sitting flat with a knife, then turning into a black fighter and now a black teammate.

It doesn't matter if you're a better friend or something, you don't spend money anyway!

……

It was night when Luke and Selena appeared in a sewer in Brooklyn.

By the time the two of them arrived, there was already someone waiting inside.

Luke shook his head in his heart: the little turtle didn't know much about people's hearts, and the teacher was more than careful, but not careful enough.

This meeting point, which will not be more than a kilometre from their location, is not safe for those with a heart.

But it doesn't make any sense to say it now, so you can remind Donnie privately after the meeting.

As soon as the thought flashed, his attention focused on the short figure in front of the little turtles.

The little turtles are about 1 meter and 6, and this figure is shorter than 1 meter and less than 4, and the robe it is wearing is empty and obviously thin.

Luke's eyes were flashing red and his heart was amazed: is there such a thing? This is indeed a world where anything can happen.

Under a few LED lights in the corner, the tiny, tiny figure actually has a... mouse head.

It's a mouse sperm, a mythical species? Or Rat Orc, genetic test?

When Luke and the others stood still, this little mouse genius punched the two: “Hello, Mr. Bruce. Hello, Miss Bester. ”

The two of them turned their heads and Luke said, “What's your name, Mr. Grey? ”

Rat Elf: “Just call me Sprint. ”

Luke looked up and stood there, unconsciously pulling his pockets, and a pair of "touch my phone and I'm going to shoot a young woman with a” good posture: “Miss Apple-O'Neill? Is she the girl you want me to protect? ”

This reporter is 25 years old. Wouldn't it be too much to ask a girl?

By comparison, he thought it would be more appropriate to call Selena a "girl," at least not as much as a female journalist.

Sprint nodded: "Yes, please sit down. ”

Luke nodded and sat down on an old chair that had been here a long time ago.

Fortunately, the chair was old but made of solid wood, simple and sturdy, squeaking twice, and finally not collapsed.

Selena raised her hand and waved to Mickey in the back: "Little Mickey, come here. Didn't you ask for cheese pizza last time? I brought you ten first. ”

The green bean eyes of the four little turtles lit up as if they were “staring” at the ground.