The little turtles are also desperate.
I just got the battle armor a few days ago, and thought I could fight against the Bigfoot Gang, but the first time I put on the battle armor to fight, the teacher was taken away by others.
It was a slap in the face.
Luke knocked the heads of the four little guys casually: "Okay, your teacher was taken away because... you don't have enough control over the combat environment."
Considering the dignity of a certain mouse as a teacher, he hesitated for a while, and finally didn't say the main point.
When he rushed over, he asked about the situation of Splinter being taken away, and he was sure that this "lost master" incident, which can be called an oolong, was mainly caused by the mouse spirit himself.
Why are the four little turtles all right? Because they put on the armor right away.
The anesthesia guns and electric shock devices brought by the fighters who mainly attacked the four of them were basically ineffective.
Although Splinter was the first to be besieged by monsters, his skills were actually stronger than the four little turtles.
But this mouse spirit actually put on the teacher's score, and didn't choose to put on the battle armor with the apprentices at the first time.
As a result, the weirdo came in surprise, and the number of people stuck it alive.
The fighters didn't have to worry about accidentally injuring the strange man. Dozens of anesthesia bombs came over, and Splinter hit several in a row. His strength was greatly reduced, and he was unable to hide anymore, and was quickly captured alive.
To be honest, Luke who recovered from this process was speechless.
Batman only wears a full set of armor to earn his reputation. In order to establish the image of a "great father" for the little turtle, this guy, Sprint, insisted on putting it on first, and then... there is no more.
The five sets of battle armor provided by Luke are said to be old-fashioned, but the improvement of overall technology has naturally improved the performance of these old products.
The battery capacity and energy transmission efficiency of the armor alone are much higher than those of the original bat armor.
The little turtles put it on and fought for more than ten minutes without any problems at all.
Putting on the armor, Sprint had at least half an hour to use the power of the armor to completely crush those clenbuterols.
This mouse spirit is also a dual master of knife skills and physical skills, with extremely precise control of body and strength.
Putting on its battle armor, it can completely cut dozens of lean meat into raw materials for skewers with a single mouse.
Now, looking at the four aggrieved little turtles in front of him, Luke wanted to laugh for no reason: What is this all about!
Tapping their round heads again, as encouragement, he operated on the virtual light screen and projected a map of New York in front of him.
"Remember your teacher's teaching. Don't be arrogant in victory and not discouraged in defeat." Luke said, raising his hand and clicking on a moving red dot on the map: "During battle, don't expect the enemy to be too stupid, but occasionally someone will make a mistake. Stupid, this is the time to seize the opportunity."
Doni looked at the other four red dots gathered together, and his eyes lit up suddenly: "This is, the teacher's flying squirrel armor?"
Luke: "...Actually, you can just call it "Grey Bat" by its original name."
As he spoke, he clicked on the map a few times: "Did you see that? The location they went to was not where the Bigfoot Gang was. There should be a warehouse of Sachs Industries nearby."
Turning his head to look at the four little turtles, he chuckled lowly: "Now, do you know what you are going to do?"
Mickey jumped up: "Catch up, use my big foot, and kick their big white dolphin hard!"
Turtles: ...
Luke:…
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Twenty minutes later, Doni's cautious voice sounded in the teammate communication system: "Well, we just watch the teacher tied up there like this?"
"The other party has no intention of doing anything yet. And since they chose to capture your teacher alive, they must have something to ask for." Luke took the opportunity to teach the little turtles: "Under the condition of ensuring your teacher's safety, find out the opponent's weaknesses as much as possible."
At this point, he paused: "If you can kill the big boss of the other party, then don't hesitate. Even if he is the president of a high-tech company, don't let him go."
Just then, two cars drove in, and Eric Sacks got out of the rear car.
Then a woman of Japanese descent got off the leading car, Tang Jing, the second leader of the Bigfoot Gang.
"You really haven't seen Schrader?" Luke still couldn't help asking the little turtles.
"No." Shuangdao Leo stroked the handle of the knife in his hand, shook his head and denied: "If it wasn't for the teacher who inquired about Dazuo's chat and heard the name, we wouldn't even know there was such a person."
"I'll protect your teacher. When the time comes, I will notify you to do it." Luke pondered for a moment, and finally gave up the idea of once and for all.
No one in Schrader has ever seen it, and who knows when it will appear.
Among the people present, none of them were as big as Schrader.
A bird in hand is worse than a hundred birds in the forest.
Now at least the two birds, Sax and Tang Jing, are not worth the trip.
When Luke touched it, the conversation between Sprint and Sachs had already begun.
Strictly speaking, these two are old "acquaintances".
It was Sachs who brought Sprint out of Neon when it was a mouse.
In the end, when Sachs had a disagreement with Dr. April's father, Dr. O'Neill, it already had wisdom and remembered a lot of things.
In the dialogue between one person and one mouse, a lot of secret information was revealed.
For example, the biological mutagen developed by Sachs only existed in the bodies of Splinter and the little turtles.
Once there is a real thing, he can try to restore it again.
This possibility is actually not particularly high, but compared to nothing, the success rate of starting from scratch is much higher.
It's a pity that the boss of Sachs is not as stupid as in the film and television drama, and he didn't say anything else.
For example, when Splinter was testing the usefulness of those "lean meat extract" monsters, the boss just smiled and didn't answer, and directly waved to the researchers to start drawing the blood of the mouse essence.
With a smile on his face, he did not forget to explain to Splinter: "Don't worry, I won't drain you. If the mutagen in your body can produce itself, then I will eat and drink for you to live for a few days." Ten years until I regain control of the mutagen."
Luke, who had already moved to the top of Splinter's head, couldn't help curling his lips: Sure enough, he is a big capitalist who is good at making the best use of everything and squeezing all the surplus value.
Sprint's face was also ugly.
No matter how good-tempered he is, he can't stand people treating it as a piece of old bacon—you can eat it whenever you want, cut as much as you want, and you can eat it with different patterns.
At this moment, Splinter was a bit regretful: If he had put on the battle armor before, at least he could retreat calmly, so as not to fall into this guy's hands again and become an experimental product.
Just thinking about it, a small but clear voice sounded beside its ears: "Don't worry. Your apprentices are here, and they will help you right away."
Splinter's expression changed, but no one around him paid attention.
After all, it is a mouse, no matter how anthropomorphic its expression is, it is different from human beings, and micro-expressions are even more difficult to distinguish.
Not far away, President Sachs is even instructing the researchers to pay attention to various precautions, and they must not mess up this last mutagen.