Pondering for a moment, Luke didn't think too much of it and put the Big Foot Gang to the back of his mind.
It was impossible to stifle the sale of illegal drugs in New York.
Absolute profits would bring about absolute madness.
The price of illegal drugs in New York had doubled or tripled, and even quintupled in Manhattan. This was a premium over the retail price.
Many drug addicts simply drove to New Jersey and Nassau County to enjoy themselves before coming back.
Compared with the price of drugs that had increased several times, it was clearly more economical to spend some money on fuel and time.
Also, the four little turtles seemed to be having a good time fighting the Big Foot Gang.
They were kids, after all, and needed more training.
If his backup teammates were as strong as the four little turtles, he would be smiling even in his dreams.
Mickey, who used nunchakus, was able to fight Selina head-on, and although it was only for a moment, he wasn't at a disadvantage. The others didn't look too bad either; they were strong enough to be secondary attackers.
The only problem was that they were turtles.
But when the Thousand Faces 3.0 was perfected, what were turtles? Turtles could still be made into human beings.
Compared with the four little turtles, Luke was more interested in their teacher.
It wasn't hard to educate these four beasts. After all, the tests just now had revealed that their physical fitness was explosive, and Selina had to rely on her armor to fight them.
More importantly, the four little turtles on the good and evil panel were all light green.
In other words, even in the harsh system's judgment, these little turtles were as kind as their skin, and were good "people."
It wasn't hard to teach four people to be good, but it was very difficult to teach four little turtles who had lived in the sewers since they were young to be good "people."
The sewers were hotbeds of evil, and Luke had seen too much of it recently.
To be able to keep the four little turtles pure and kind in such an environment, this teacher really wasn't simple.
That was right. Luke felt that the four little turtles deserved the word "people" more than most people.
That was also why Batman, who had always been cold, was so kind to the four little turtles, and even offered to give them enchanted bat darts.
Because they were different from humans.
Luke didn't need to put on airs in front of them. Their love for Batman and the black catgirl was genuine and not fake.
To be able to do this, of course, it was thanks to Spiritual Communication.
Back then, the original owner of this ability, Bobby, had been able to control a chimpanzee to steal with just a little bit of Mental Communication. This was because animals had simpler minds than humans.
Although the four little turtles were much smarter than the chimpanzee, they were as shrewd as human children, and their thoughts were completely transparent to Luke.
Also, in the teammates menu, the "neutral" color behind the little turtles' names was light yellow, which meant that they were much more likely to become teammates in the system.
What he lacked now might be a battle together, or perhaps … a large pile of cheese pizzas as a bribe?
Thinking that, Luke felt a little ashamed.
It really wasn't good to have such utilitarian thoughts towards the little turtles. Also, wasn't using pizza to bribe teammates a little too disrespectful to the system? The system's judgment shouldn't be this cheap, right?
Feeling a little guilty, Luke still left the pizza experiments to the smart kitchenware and Gold Nugget.
The smart kitchenware was responsible for making two servings of each dish, and Gold Nugget was responsible for eating one of them while it was hot.
The rest would be given to his colleagues at the Detective Bureau, which could also be considered a taste survey.
Luke chatted with Selina about the little turtles, while his clone sped up the production of the beta version of the Thousand Faces 3.0.
Perhaps the four little turtles would be useful very soon.
…
While Luke was studying the cheese pizza and building the Thousand Faces System, the four little turtles returned home.
They snuck into a dry sewer, and the four guys stuck their heads out of the sewer and looked around. "Quick, there's no one. Hurry up."
Four figures scuttled out.
"Thank God. The teacher probably hasn't noticed yet."
"Looks like I won't be punished this time."
"Let's go back to the house. I want to see what's on my phone."
"Yeah, my little baby, you're so charming."
It was Mitch who said that last sentence.
It hugged the short stick and rubbed it on its face with an intoxicated expression.
The three brothers immediately moved away in disdain. "He's acting stupid again. Be careful not to get infected."
As the four of them argued, they didn't notice a black shadow walk out from a corner not far away. Facing them, the shadow turned on a powerful flashlight. "Is that so? I think you're all stupid. "
The four little turtles stiffened and slowly turned their heads.
Behind the flashlight, a short, stooped figure stood there. He was a head shorter than them, and his voice was very old. "Tell me, why did you sneak out?"
The four little turtles trembled, but none of them said anything.
The short figure snorted. "You're not going to tell me? Then go to the dark room and stay there until I tell you. "
Raphael was shocked. "Ah! Mitch, the Ominous Room? No, teacher. "
The other turtles all begged for mercy with ashen faces.
Mitch, who was the most sensitive to the Ominous Room, couldn't help but say, "Tony, that phone, the phone."
Stunned for a moment, Tony then understood. "Wait, teacher, please give me two minutes."
The short figure didn't say anything, but didn't stop him.
Tony took out the phone that Luke had given him and quickly scanned it.
He could tell at a glance that it was using the Internet. This teacher definitely didn't know how to contact him, so there was no need to read it carefully.
Finally, there was a notebook with only one sentence on it: Learn how to contact him. Ask your teacher to decide the time and place to meet and send it to me.
Tony felt as if he had been pardoned.
It wasn't that he didn't want to keep it a secret, but that Batman wanted him to tell his teacher.
Hm, would the teacher not be so angry then? It seemed to respect Batman quite a lot. Tony murmured to himself.
"Are you done?" asked the short figure.
Tony nodded quickly. "Yes, teacher. It's that … Batman wants to meet you. You can decide the time and place. "
The short figure was stunned. "Batman? He wants to meet me? "
Realizing that it was possible to shift the blame, the four little turtles immediately began to describe their meeting with Batman and Catwoman tonight.
It wasn't that they were bad, but that they knew their teacher wouldn't start a conflict with Batman.
After listening to their story, the short figure was silent for a moment before he said, "So, it wasn't Batman who asked you to sneak out, right?"
The four little turtles froze. They hadn't expected their teacher's focus to still be on the right track.
After another brief silence, the short figure suddenly asked, "What's the female reporter's name?"
Tony said, "I saw her ID. She's called April O 'Neal."
Mitch said, "She's a young and beautiful red-haired hot chick."
The short figure trembled. "What?"
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