Suddenly, a long dripping sound was heard, from slow to fast, from low to high.
The researchers and combat personnel on the field didn't pay much attention to it, and Sachs thought it was the sound of many instruments on his side being activated.
The four little turtles were ready to go. Luke's voice rang in their ears: "Electromagnetic interference is about to start. The total duration is 180 seconds. We will try to complete the cleanup during this time. Do you get it?"
Little turtles: "Got it."
Although they were a little uncomfortable with the virtual light screen that appeared before their eyes, the information of both sides and the allocation of combat targets marked on it were very thoughtful functions.
They all know which part they are responsible for and which part they need to solve.
The gangsters, who were originally about sixty or seventy people scattered around, were like pizza on the light screen, cut as they should be.
The beeping sound reached its peak within a few seconds, and the gangsters in the field finally felt something was wrong: instruments usually don’t beep in this way, why does it sound like a countdown
The sound suddenly stopped, and several flash grenades were thrown into the middle of the bandits, exploding with bangs.
The field suddenly became chaotic.
The unsuspecting researchers were collectively blinded, and some of the criminals did not escape either, covering their eyes and screaming and cursing.
A small number of the bandits were already lying on the ground vomiting, but they were also dizzy and feeling uncomfortable due to the stun grenades.
Before the stun grenade exploded, Sprint followed the instructions of the voice in his ear, closed his eyes and lowered his head to avoid the flash.
Although the huge noise made it uncomfortable, the stun grenades thrown by the little turtle were all at a relatively far distance from it, and it only took a few seconds to relieve the noise.
Only then did it realize that it had flown out of the encirclement and landed on a steel beam above the warehouse.
With two clicks, the alloy shackles on his hands and feet opened, and Splinter nodded to Luke and thanked him: "Thank you for your help."
Luke threw away the shackles and gestured quietly: "We will just be the audience. Your apprentice's combat skills are quite good."
The little turtles wearing armor were reminded at the same time that their teacher had been rescued, and their spirits were greatly boosted.
The anger that had been suppressed for a long time turned into a fierce attack. Weapons, big feet, and turtle shells rained down on the Big Foot Gang members like a storm. Each guy had at least a few broken bones before they stopped.
However, even Leo did not use his dual swords to kill people. Instead, he used the back of the sword and armor to knock down his opponent.
Luke could only say that this behavior was acceptable.
Batman also behaves in this way, so he naturally cannot jump out and ask the little turtle to kill all of them without leaving a single one alive.
The experience points from these bandits are just a small matter.
System: The mutant red-eared turtles Rio, Raphael, Mickey, and Donnie passed the system's assessment and became one-star teammates.
Just when he rescued Splinter and let the turtles take action, this system prompt appeared.
Apparently, the little turtles are really... innocent.
The two parties had only known each other for a few days, but he had sent them a few boxes of cheese pizza and armor spare parts. In addition, he had saved their teacher this time, and he had won their trust.
It’s not really a surprise, because it feels a bit like deceiving a child.
Besides, what they care about most is their teacher, Batman just happened to be there.
Luke can trust other one-star teammates, but these four little turtles can't. It's because they are not mature enough and they trust others so credulously!
The turtles transformed into small tanks launched a torrential attack, and only stopped when the countdown was over, feeling unsatisfied.
They had to stop. Some of the unlucky guys who fell to the ground had been stepped on by them twice. They couldn't falsely accuse them of trying to make a phone call with their feet.
At Luke's signal, Leo came over and carried Splinter out, Donnie took the armor that belonged to his teacher, and the other two turtles retreated.
Luke walked over, picked up Sachs and Tang Jing, who were knocked down instantly by the paralyzing darts at the beginning, and left. He didn't even bother to take a second look at the remnants of the defeated soldiers in the warehouse.
Among this group of people, those who have done the most bad things have been recorded. It would be best if the Ghost Butcher could kill them directly when there is time.
By the time he came out of the warehouse, the little turtles had already left with their teacher.
Luke has been in New York for more than half a year and has prepared dozens of safe houses of various types. He can just give one to them.
In order to facilitate entry and exit, many safe houses have underground passages and basements, where people can hide and live.
After putting Sachs and Tang Jing into Space No. 2, Luke quickly returned to the beach villa and began to interrogate the two bosses.
It only took Tang Jing half an hour to confess everything, but unfortunately it was of little use.
She is mainly responsible for the daily operations of the Big Foot Gang and is also responsible for being a thug for Sachs, but she does not know much about the details.
However, Tang Jing said that Sachs and Schreider had known each other in Japan decades ago, and that Schreider had even trained Sachs when he was a child, which was quite unexpected.
It seems that in this joint criminal organization of the gang and the business group, Shredder is the real boss, Sachs is the second in command, and Tang Jing is at most number three.
After interrogating Sachs again, Luke's face didn't look very good.
Any criminal facts are secondary. What’s important is that the Clenbuterol monster is not only a secret experiment of the Sachs Group, but Shredder is also preparing to conduct a large-scale actual test in New York.
When Luke heard this answer, he really thought that Sachs and Shredder had lost their minds: Is this something that can be tested in New York? Such an experiment is basically an air raid.
But Sachs said the experiment was originally intended to be conducted on a small scale in New York City, in subways in Queens and Brooklyn where Sachs controlled surveillance.
It wasn't until a few days ago that they discovered the little turtle, which surprised both him and Schreider.
The kind of clenbuterol they are developing now has a lot of flaws, and its only advantage is that it is cheap.
But if we obtain the mutagens from the little turtles, the new generation of products may have normal thinking and brains, and their appearance can also remain within the normal human range.
Luke thought about it and couldn't help but curse inwardly: If their brains and bodies were restored to normal, wouldn't these new versions of Clenbuterol be super soldiers
With this hope in mind, Sachs was very opposed to large-scale testing plans. He only wanted to conduct small-scale experiments and leave behind the experimental data.
However, Schreider ordered him to do so and to make a big noise in New York, saying that this would attract buyers.
Sachs had always been under Shredder's control and had done so many bad things that he had no way of refusing and could only agree.
But he still tried hard and persuaded Shredder to wait until the little turtles were caught and the mutagen was obtained before starting large-scale experiments.
At that time, they could clear up all clues in advance. Everything done by the Clenbuterol monster was done by unknown Kongbu members and had nothing to do with the Sachs Group.
After Luke found out all this, he immediately called Phil and passed on the information.
At the same time, the clone immediately went to the database of the Sachs Group to look for relevant information as evidence.
(I have a cold, so I can't code the third update. No need to wait, sorry)