Super Detective in the Fictional World

The voice exit was accompanied by an influx of people towards Sprint, waving countless arms at his body and weapon.

The two “people" whose hands had just been cut off, and the two “people" whose heads had been poked by a knife sheath, also jumped up behind them, without any delay between operations, as if they had not been injured at all.

These weirdos have almost no clothes on them, and the muscles of their bamboo rod-like bodies are raised, all like lean flesh into fine.

Their eyes are red and their hands and feet are already in the shape of claws that can be easily hooked and run on the walls of the hole.

Sprint's figure flashed, finding a void in these dense, numb "skinny" freaks, with his hands knifed and sheathed out.

The sound of the knife falling into the flesh and the sheath crushing the bone sounded continuously, and its mouse face became increasingly ugly.

Just now, it finally took a hard hand and cut it in the neck of a weirdo.

Because of his reluctance to tear other weirdos apart, he didn't do it completely, just cut a small half of his neck.

As a result, the weirdo shook his head like it was just an irrelevant leather ball, still running after it.

Oddly enough, there was no blood in the broken neck of the weirdo, just a few pieces of blood dropped on him.

Sprint felt bad, his men were powerless, his knife and sheath flickered, and he chopped up all these weird lean meat.

……

Luke looked at the information in front of him and wondered if it was a bit rough to play with this time as well and grabbed Eric Sachs and that Tang Jing directly.

The consequences could be that Shredder, who knows only one name, could get away, or that someone behind the scenes could be shocked to clean his tail.

Those rebel bosses in the movie show are dead, one for two, silly and cute.

But in reality, it's not that simple.

The reason the boss wants to stay behind the scenes is because he doesn't want to get into trouble, especially those who can't take responsibility.

Problems arise, the first reaction behind these boss scenes is not “who dares to mess with me”, but “who messes with me”.

It would be nice to meet something like this once in a while.

It is only the direct responsible person who is desperate, whose results will be devastated and whose responsibilities cannot be shirked.

Most of the time, the person behind the scenes immediately distinguishes the relationship when determining the situation, leaving the exposed part to deal with itself.

Losses can be heartbreaking, but they cannot be seen alone, and the funds are inherently drifting like water.

Not if they had to, they wouldn't jump out of the top pot themselves.

Just like Luke tormented several psychic research institutes, who jumped out of the defense or military behind them?

None.

Who would believe that these people are doing all this for America? Mostly it's just a tool for asking for money.

Luke got rid of one, he might have two more projects on the inside, and a bunch of people could make another buck.

That's Luke, originally for experience points.

He will never be disappointed in the future of Great America as long as he can take out a bunch of bad guys.

While thinking about how to act, Alfred turned into an emergency call from a small turtle phone.

When the channel goes on, the little turtle says, "No, Batman, the teacher just got caught by the Bigfoot gang. ”

Luke was stunned, but immediately asked, "Is your teacher still in your sight? ”

Donnie: “No, there are so many of these weirdos, we can't get rid of them, they've taken the teacher away, we can't find it. ”

Luke said, “Are you all wearing armor? Turn on the teammate contact system. ”

Donnie was quiet for a moment, obviously looking for the system.

It is also too panicked at this moment, otherwise the armor will be transferred out of this interface with a random command.

A few seconds later, Luke looked at Alfred and showed the location of the five teammates.

Four of them are fast moving, definitely little turtles.

The other one stayed put and the armor data showed it was not worn.

Four virtual optical screens appear in front of them, projecting the video obtained on the four armor recorders.

Luke's hands were flying through these images, looking at the situation, and he said, "Okay, you four, turn off the helmet radio for now. Three seconds later, Donnie released the flash bomb. Countdown begins, three, two, one, put. ”

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and there was snow in the two shots, which were closer to Donnie and Leo.

Mickey and Rafael, a distance apart, also heard loud noises, and the freaks surrounding them were a little messed up.

Luke: "Rafael, release the rocket in three seconds. ”

Raphael was a little busy scrounging around: "Ah? Where, how? ”

Luke: …

Mickey: “I know, start counting down. Three, two, one, I'll do it!” Press the hand on the armrest while determining release on the virtual projection.

Pfft! A squeak.

The thick white smoke bursts out of the cylinder released from the armor and quickly spreads through the hole.

“Damn, I told you, smoke bombs on the left, rock bombs on the right.” Donnie yelled angrily.

Luke wasn't disappointed.

Using armor can't be 100% correct and never make mistakes.

Plus, this is just a smart, old-fashioned armor, and the little turtles are only normal if they're not skilled.

Luke took a look at those weird people over there who were hit by shock bombs, and his mouth rose.

These "lean flesh" are usually weirder than ever and still can't get rid of human traits.

With a flash of shock in the narrow sewer, their actions were immediately reversed, with no previous sharp agility.

And the flashing group obviously lost its target and started attacking indiscriminately.

Luke couldn't help but say: This kind of weirdo who doesn't die easily is troublesome, but it's just troublesome.

Biological weapons are not that good.

Even an alien cheat-grade bio-plug like gold has enormous drawbacks, and the Saxophone Group naturally can't help but produce this kind of crap.

At least the eyes are still a means for weirdos to find their goals, and the cochlea also affects their body balance, so they have a lot of weaknesses.

This thing is really troublesome, or quantity.

There were about seventy or eighty just now.

They do have some weak chickens against the turtles in armor, but how many people in the world have armor?

Luke commanded the rapid evacuation of the four little turtles while the shock and smoke bombs took effect.

Their teachers were captured and fighting these ash monsters was pointless.

Split up. This is the Bat Armor. I rushed there.

Ten minutes later, Luke walked into a broad sewer pit.

Four little turtles immediately looked over.

Seeing Batman come, four pairs of green beans showed joy in their little eyes, then embarrassed and grieved.