Super Detective in the Fictional World

The little turtles are desperate, too.

He only got the armor a few days ago and felt he could fight the Bigfoot Gang. After the first time wearing the armor, the teacher was caught after being touched.

This is like a head-stick.

Luke slapped four little guys in the head and said, "Well, your teacher was taken away because... you don't have enough control over the battle environment. ”

Considering the dignity of the priesthood of a rat, he hesitated and finally did not say the point.

When he arrived, he asked about Sprint's capture and was sure that this incident, known as Oolong's ”Master Loss”, was mainly a rat's own pot.

Why are the four little turtles all right? Because they wore armor in the first place.

The anesthesia guns and defibrillators brought on by the four main combatants were largely ineffective.

Sprint was the first to be sieged by a weirdo, but he was actually stronger than four little turtles.

But the mouse actually put on the teacher's score, did not choose to wear the armor with the apprentices at the first time.

As a result, the weirdo raided and stuck it alive in numbers.

The combatants used no care to accidentally injure the weirdo, dozens of rounds of anesthetic rounds came in, several rounds of Sprint Company, much less strength, no longer able to hide, and were quickly captured alive.

To be honest, Luke recovered from the process without words.

Batman was wearing a full suit of armor to earn his reputation, and Sprint, the guy, in order to give the little turtle the image of a "great father," was hard loaded first, then... not then.

Luke offers five sets of armor that are old-fashioned, but overall technological improvements naturally improve the performance of these old products.

Battery capacity and energy transmission efficiency alone is significantly higher than that of the original Bat Armor.

The little turtles wore them and fought for more than 10 minutes, nothing wrong with them.

Sprint wears armor and has at least half an hour to use the armor power to crush the lean flesh.

This mouse sperm is also a dual master of knife surgery + body surgery and is extremely precise about body and strength.

Wearing armor, it was able to cut dozens of skinny meats into roasted strings by a mouse.

Now, Luke looks at the four squeaky little turtles in front of him, and somehow he wants to laugh: What's all this?

Knocking on their round heads again, as an encouragement, he manipulated the virtual light screen and projected a map of New York in front of it.

“Remember what your teachers taught you. Winning or losing is not discouraging.” Luke said, raising his hand on a moving red dot on the map: “When fighting, don't expect the enemy to be too dumb, but occasionally someone will make a bit of a fool of himself, and then seize the opportunity. ”

Donnie looked at the other four gathered red dots and glanced: “This is the teacher's set of flying rat armor? ”

Luke: "... Actually, you can call it the" gray bat. ””

And he said, "See? They're not going to the Bigfoot gang, there should be a warehouse in Saxophone Industries nearby. ”

Turning to the four little turtles, he smiled. “Now, you know what you're going to do? ”

Mickey jumped up: "Catch up and kick their big white pig with my big feet! ”

Turtles: …

Luke: …

……

Twenty minutes later, Donnie's cautious voice sounded inside the teammate liaison system: "Well, that's how we watch the teacher tied up there? ”

“The other party hasn't done it yet. And since they chose to capture your teacher alive, they certainly wanted something.” Luke took the opportunity to teach the little turtles: "Identify your opponents' weaknesses whenever possible while keeping your teachers safe. ”

And when he got here, he paused: "Don't hesitate if you can fight the other guy's big boss. Even if he's the president of a high-tech company, don't let it go. ”

At that point, two cars drove in and Eric Sachs got off the latter car.

Then in the head of the car, down came a Japanese woman, Tang Jing, the second head of the Bigfoot gang.

“Have you really never met Shredder?” Luke couldn't help but ask the little turtles.

“No.” Double knife Leo stroked the handle in his hand and shook his head to deny: “If it wasn't for the teacher listening to Bigfoot chat, hearing the name, we wouldn't even know there was this guy. ”

“I'll protect your teachers, and when the time comes, I'll let you know.” Luke finally gave up his idea of eternity for a moment.

Shredder hasn't seen anyone. The ghosts know when they're coming out.

None of these guys here are big guys like Shredder.

Hundreds of birds in the woods, better than a bird in the hand.

At least two birds, Saxophone and Tang Jing, are not traveling in vain.

By the time Luke touched it, the dialogue between Sprint and Sachs had begun.

Technically, these two are old “acquaintances”.

When Sprint was a mouse, it was Sachs who brought it from the neon.

Finally, when Sachs and Epple's father Dr. O'Neill disagreed, it already had the wisdom to remember a lot of things.

One rat at a time reveals a lot of hidden information.

For example, the biomutagens originally developed by Sachs were found only in Sprint and the little turtles.

Once there was something in kind, he could try to restore it again.

It's not particularly likely, but it's much more successful from scratch than nothing.

Unfortunately, the boss is not all as stupid as he was in the movies, and he doesn't say anything else.

Sprint, for example, explored the usefulness of the "lean meat" weirdos, and the boss just smiled and didn't answer, and waved directly to the researchers to start drawing the blood of the mouse sperm.

He smiled on his face and didn't forget to explain to Sprint: "Don't worry, I won't smoke you dry. If you can produce your own mutagens in your body, I'll eat them well for decades until I regain control of the mutagens. ”

Luke, who has moved to the top of Sprint's head, can't help but whisper: he's a big capitalist who's really good at doing everything he can to squeeze all the residual value.

Sprint's face is ugly, too.

I can't stand people treating it like an old piece of meat - I eat it whenever I want, I cut it as much as I want, and I can mix it up in a different way.

Sprint felt a little remorse at this moment: if he was wearing armor before, he could at least retreat and not fall back into this guy's hands and become an experiment.

As you can see, it has a tiny but clear voice in its ear: "Don't rush. Your apprentices are here. Do something to save you. ”

Sprint moves, but no one cares.

After all, it is a mouse, and the expression is different, and the micro-expressions are even more difficult to discern.

Not too far away, President Sachs is instructing researchers to take precautions not to mess up this last mutagen.