Several days passed, and in the blink of an eye it was already mid-July, but there was no news from the four little turtles.
Luke felt it was a bit strange despite his busy schedule, so he sent a query through the Internet.
As a result, Donnie on the other side replied that they and the teacher were busy with another matter recently and could not spare the time to meet him for the time being.
Luke frowned.
Although it's not surprising that the master and his apprentice had problems, what could happen to the little turtles? At most, they would just fight with the Big Foot Gang.
It's not that he looks down on the Big Foot Gang, but the only gang in the world that catches his eye is probably Hydra, and the main reason is that it has so many heads that if he cuts one, he will get two more.
The high-platform table is one of them. It has a large number of people and factions, enough for him to dominate for ten or eight years.
Finally, the force controlled by Jin Bing is one of them. They are very vigilant and good at hiding. They have strong control capabilities. They have been moving from light to dark for more than half a year, and have never collapsed.
Other gangs are either official white gloves or foreign forces, and he has not encountered them yet.
Thinking of this, Donnie sent another message: "Thanks so much for your mobile phone and safety rules. We were able to discover the bad guys' trackers in advance, otherwise our base would have been surrounded by them."
Luke was startled.
The mobile phone he gave Donnie was actually a smart phone version of a "fake phone" with various functions such as anti-surveillance, anti-tracking, electronic detection, and anonymous Internet access.
Of course, with this phone, Luke can forcibly lock its approximate location.
However, this type of mobile phone is basically provided to allies or teammates, and he has basically never done so.
So he chatted with Donnie for a few more words, and Donnie asked him to wait.
After a while, the message continued to come in: "Dahei, now my teacher... Laohui is talking to you."
Big Black is of course Luke's online nickname, and the little turtles use the color of their turbans as their code names, like Donnie is Little Purple.
The little turtles' teacher, Lao Hui, was very polite. He came up to say hello first and expressed his admiration for Mr. Dahei's bravery and helpfulness.
Luke responded casually and got straight to the point: "Mr. Old Gray, if you have something to say, just tell me. I have a lot to do, and I won't refuse to help if I can."
There was silence for a while, and finally a message came in: "I would like to ask Mr. Dahei to help me protect an innocent girl."
Luke frowned: "Reason? Enemy? Time limit?"
The other side was silent for a while, as if they were not used to such a concise conversation: "The Big Foot Gang wants to take her hostage to threaten us. Within a month, we will definitely defeat the Big Foot Gang, and then we won't have to bother Mr. Dahei anymore."
Luke scratched his head and muttered to himself, "It'll take a month to deal with the Bigfoot Gang? You must be kidding."
Unless this kind of gang is broken up into small pieces, allowing him to spend time searching for their tracks, a head-on battle would only take one night.
But after thinking about it, he roughly understood the problem of the little turtles and their teacher—they could not see the light.
The four little turtles still like to fight with cold weapons, and they still have certain disadvantages when facing hot weapons.
Gang members who are pushed into a corner have no bottom line. When ordinary thermal weapons cannot be used to deal with them, they are likely to use uncommon large-caliber sniper rifles, stun grenades, and rockets.
If things get out of hand, the little turtles will also be in trouble.
After thinking for a moment, he replied: "Let's talk about it when we meet. In any case, I can guarantee that the girl will be properly arranged."
After hanging up the phone, Selina was excited to hear that he was going to meet the four little turtles: "I'll go too."
Seeing Luke's strange look, she coughed lightly and said, "I told them last time to give them some pizza as a gift. You have to keep your word."
Luke thought about it and it made sense, but he couldn't help but remind her: "Now that you have the gold nugget, don't be fickle and fall in love with someone else."
The gold nugget beside him perked up his ears: "Ah?"
Selina: "How is that possible? I just think these four little turtles are quite interesting. And if I'm jealous, it's US dollars. Gold Nuggets are not pets."
Luke was suspicious: "Then... what is a gold nugget?"
Selina hesitated for a moment and looked at a dog head tentatively: "Best friend?"
Gold nugget: (°△°|||)
Luke was also stunned: "But Jin Nugget... doesn't seem to be a female?"
"But it's not a male either." Selina looked down on him. "Besides, don't we have male besties now? It's neither male nor female, so isn't it more suitable to be a bestie?"
The man and the dog looked at each other, felt that this was an unfalsifiable proposition, and decisively gave up arguing with the woman.
Anyway, I'm not the best friend. Lu muttered to himself and put the matter behind him.
After the shock, Gold Nugget soon became numb.
Its identity has been changing all the time. At first, it was a pet on par with the US dollar, then it became a black thug, and now it is a teammate who robs other thugs.
It doesn’t matter if you have one more girlfriend or something, it doesn’t cost any money anyway!
…
That night, Luke and Selina appeared in a sewer in Brooklyn.
When the two arrived, someone was already waiting inside.
But Luke shook his head in his heart: The little turtle didn't quite understand how treacherous people are. This teacher was cautious but his methods were not careful enough.
This meeting point is no more than one kilometer away from their base, which is not safe at all for anyone interested.
But there is no point in saying this now. I can remind Donny privately after the meeting.
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, his attention was focused on the small figure in front of the little turtles.
The little turtles were about 1.6 meters tall, but this figure was a head shorter, less than 1.4 meters tall. Moreover, the robe it wore was empty, and it was obviously very thin.
Luke's bloodshot eyes flickered, and he was shocked: Is there such a thing? This is indeed a world where anything can happen.
Under a few LED lights in the corner, a hunched and short figure suddenly had a... rat head.
Is it a rat spirit, a mythical species? Or is it a rat-like beastman, a genetic experiment
After Luke and the other man stood still, the short rat demon clasped his fists and saluted them: "Hello, Mr. Bruce, hello, Miss Best."
The two nodded, and then Luke said, "What should I call you, Mr. Gray?"
Rat Spirit: "Just call me Splinter."
Luke looked at the young woman standing by, who was subconsciously reaching into her pockets, with an attitude of "take out your phone so I can take as many photos as I want." "Ms. April O'Neill? Is she the girl you want me to protect?"
This female reporter is already over 25 years old. Wouldn't it be a bit too artificial to call her a girl
In comparison, he felt that calling Selina "girl" was more appropriate, at least she was not as fussy as a female reporter.
Splinter nodded, "Yes, please sit down and talk."
Luke nodded and sat down on an old chair that had been placed here a long time ago.
Fortunately, although the chair was old, it was made entirely of solid wood. It was simple and sturdy. It creaked twice but was finally not broken by being sat on.
Selina raised her hand and waved to Mickey behind her: "Come here, Mickey. Didn't you want cheese pizza last time? I brought you ten kinds."
The four little turtles' small green eyes seemed to light up with a "stare".