In the blink of an eye, it was already mid-July, but there was no news from the four little turtles.
Luke, who was busy, felt that it was a little strange, so he sent them an inquiry online.
In the end, Tony replied that they were busy with something else with their teacher, and couldn't make time to meet him for the time being.
Luke frowned.
It wasn't strange for the master and his disciple to be busy, but what could happen to the little turtles? At most, they would just fight the Big Foot Gang.
It wasn't that he looked down on the Big Foot Gang, but Hydra was probably one of the gangs that caught his eye in this world. They had too many heads, and if he cut one, two more would grow.
The High Desk was another. There were many factions, and it would take him a decade to grind.
Finally, the force controlled by Kim Bing was another. It was vigilant, good at hiding, and extremely well-controlled. It had been in the shadows for more than half a year, but it had never collapsed.
As for the other gangs, they were either official white gloves or foreign forces. Luke hadn't run into them yet.
Thinking that, Tony sent another message. "Thank you so much for your phone and security protocol. We discovered those bad guys' trackers in advance, or our base would've been surrounded by them."
Luke was stumped.
The phone that he had given Tony was a smart version of the "fake phone," which had anti-surveillance, anti-tracking, electronic detection, and anonymous Internet access.
Of course, Luke could forcibly lock onto their approximate location with the phone.
However, he usually gave such phones to his allies or teammates; he had never done this before.
After chatting with Tony for a while longer, Tony asked him to wait a moment.
A moment later, another message came over. "Big Black, my teacher … um, Old Gray wants to talk to you."
Of course, Big Black was Luke's online nickname, and the little turtles used the color of their headscarves as their code names. For example, Tony was Little Purple.
The little turtles' teacher, Old Gray, was very polite. He greeted Luke first and expressed his admiration for Mr. Big Black's bravery and willingness to help others.
Luke replied casually, then went straight to the point. "Mr. Gray, just say what you want. I have a lot of things to do, and I won't refuse if I can help."
After a brief silence, a message finally came over. "I want to ask Mr. Big Black to help me protect an innocent girl."
Luke frowned. "Reason? Enemy? Time limit? "
The man on the other side was silent for a while, as if he wasn't used to this kind of 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. At that time, we won't have to trouble Mr. Dahei. "
Luke scratched his head and mumbled, "It takes a month to deal with the Big Foot Gang? What a joke. "
Unless the gang split up and let him spend his time searching for traces, a night of head-on combat would be enough.
But after thinking about it, he roughly understood the problem of the little turtle and their teacher — they couldn't see the light.
The four little turtles also liked to fight with cold weapons, so they were at a disadvantage against firearms.
When the time came, ordinary firearms wouldn't be enough to deal with them, so they might have to resort to large-caliber sniper rifles, stun grenades, and rocket launchers.
If things got out of hand, the little turtle and the others would be in trouble too.
After thinking for a moment, he replied, "We'll talk when we meet. No matter what, I can guarantee that the girl will be taken care of. "
After hanging up, Selina was excited to hear that he was going to meet the four little turtles. "I'm going too."
Seeing Luke's strange look, she coughed and said, "I said last time that I'd give them some pizza as a gift. You have to keep your word."
Luke thought that it was true, but he still couldn't help but remind her, "You have Gold Nugget now, so don't be half-hearted and fall in love with someone else."
Gold Nugget's ears pricked up. "Huh?"
Selina said, "How is that possible? I just think these four little turtles are interesting. Also, it's Dollar who's jealous, not Gold Nugget. "
Luke was suspicious. "Then … what's Gold Nugget?"
Selina hesitated for a moment, then looked at the dog tentatively. "Best friend?"
Gold Nugget: (° △ ° | | |)
Luke was also stunned. "But Gold Nugget … doesn't seem to be female?"
"But it's not male either." Selina was disdainful. "Besides, aren't there such things as male best friends now? It's neither a man nor a woman. Isn't it more suitable to be a best friend? "
She and the dog looked at each other. Feeling that this was an undeniable proposition, they decisively gave up on arguing with the woman.
In any case, I'm not the best friend. Luke mumbled inwardly and put the matter to the back of his mind.
After the shock, Gold Nugget quickly became numb.
Its identity had been changing all the time. At first, it had been a pet on equal footing with Dollar, then it had become a gangster, and now it was a traitor.
It didn't matter if it was one more best friend. In any case, it didn't cost anything!
…
That night, Luke and Selina appeared in a sewer in Brooklyn.
When they arrived, there was already someone waiting inside.
Luke, however, shook his head inwardly. The little turtles didn't understand how sinister people could be. This teacher was careful, but not cautious enough.
This meeting point couldn't be more than a kilometer away from their base. It wasn't safe at all for someone with ulterior motives.
But there was no point in saying that now. He could remind Tony in private after the meeting.
The thought flashed through his mind, and he focused his attention on the short figure in front of the little turtles.
The little turtles were almost 1.6 meters tall, and this figure was a head shorter than 1.4 meters. Also, the robe it was wearing was empty, and it was clearly very thin.
Luke's blood-red lenses flashed, and he was shocked. Was there really such a thing? This was indeed a world where anything could happen.
Under the LED lights in the corner, the hunched and short figure had the head of a rat.
Was it a rat spirit? A mythical species? Or a rat-turned-beast? A genetic test?
After Luke and Selina stood still, the short rat spirit cupped its fists at them. "Hello, Mr. Bruce. Hello, Miss Bast."
They nodded in greeting, and Luke said, "How should I address you, Mr. Gray?"
The rat spirit said, "Just call me Sprint."
Luke looked at the young woman who was subconsciously digging in her pocket with a "take out your phone and I'll take as many photos as I want" attitude. "Miss April O 'Neal? She's the … girl you want me to protect? "
This female reporter was over 25 years old. Wouldn't it be too pretentious to call her a girl?
In comparison, he felt that it was more appropriate to call Selina a "girl." At least, she wasn't as fussy as a female reporter.
Sprint nodded. "Yes, please sit down."
Luke nodded and sat down on an old chair that had been placed here for a long time.
Thankfully, the chair was old, but it was made of solid wood. It was simple and sturdy, and didn't collapse after a few creaks.
Selina, however, raised her hand and waved at Mickey. "Little Mickey, come here. Didn't you want cheese pizza last time? I brought you ten kinds in advance. "
The four little turtles' beady eyes lit up as if they were staring at something.
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