The leader of the Big Foot Gang was said to be called Schlade, and he had a Japanese adopted daughter called Tang Jing. The father and daughter were the first and second leaders of the Big Foot Gang.
But the little turtles had been fighting the Big Foot Gang for a while, but they hadn't met Schlade. They had only seen Tang Jing twice.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, but there was still no trace of the two of them, and there were no signs of the Big Foot Gang members.
On the other hand, CEO Sachs had mobilized a group of people, probably to catch the little turtles and the others.
This group of people had been transferred from the Big Foot Gang, but they weren't the gangsters peddling drugs, but professionally trained combatants.
Luke didn't touch them.
The more action, the more clues he would have.
April was still in the small black room, and the Big Foot Gang wanted to deal with the little turtles without hostages? That would be difficult.
Tony had already obtained the spare parts for the old armor, and had been making equipment for his companions in the past two days.
The biggest feature of the old armor was its simplicity. Most of the parts could be put together to provide strong protection, and some of the auxiliary functions on the parts could also be used.
For Tony, who had just started playing with armor, this was the best test subject.
Night was the tech turtles' entertainment time.
After training and studying during the day, he had a bunch of new toys in the last few nights.
Donnie had already set up a plug-and-play defense system around the nest, diligently guarding its safety.
He loved the spare parts for the new armor so much that he couldn't bear to part with them.
Squatting on the ground pitifully, nunchaku Mickey sniffed a pizza box with a nostalgic expression on his face. "Sister Bastet's pizza is really delicious."
Raphael was impatient. "That night, you said you'd leave me a piece of blue cheese, but you ate it in one go and only left me a box to sniff. Now you're even taking the box away, you pig."
Mickey didn't think much of it and put down the paper box. "Tell me, if I flatter Sister Bastet more, will she bring me more cheese pizza?"
Leo sneered. "All you know how to do is eat. Where's your face?"
Mickey blinked his beady eyes. "What's face? Can it be eaten? "
The turtles were speechless.
With all kinds of flavors of cheese pizza, what shame was there!
Suddenly, a few small red lights on the cave wall lit up, and an alarm that was not ear-piercing but very clear echoed in the cave.
Donnie's expression changed. He put down the parts in his hands and ran to the surveillance screen. He exclaimed, "Oh no, we're surrounded."
All the tortoises wore solemn expressions.
Leo quickly scanned the images on the screens and immediately said, "They have a lot of people and good weapons. Hmm, Tony, we should be able to use our armor now, right? "
In the past few days, they had been tested by Donnie many times, but none of them had the chance to go out.
Because Donnie said that there were still many parts of the armor that needed to be adjusted and could not be used immediately.
However, Leo felt that Doni just didn't want to hand over the toys he had just gotten. He wanted to keep them for a while longer.
Sure enough, in the face of a large-scale enemy attack, Tony changed his words without realizing it. "Put them on and follow the method I taught you."
When the three turtle brothers heard this, they all made an international gesture to it.
The files that Batman gave them included the most formal and detailed way to put on the armor. Having been eyeing the armor for days, they didn't need Tony's instruction at all.
The four sets of armor that were hanging on the rack were taken down by the little turtles and quickly put on.
Sprint, the rat spirit, was not far away. He didn't say anything but simply watched them chattering and working in silence.
The little turtles were only reassured because he had given the feedback that "Alert received" earlier.
The few alarms in the defense system were very intuitive. Sprint didn't need his disciple's reminder or explanation to fully understand them.
Leo was the calmest of the lot. He noticed Sprint, but his hands didn't stop. He simply greeted him, "Master."
The other three followed suit and didn't stop putting on the armor either.
That was also a key point in the new safety rules.
Once a battle began, all the formalities had to be dispensed with, or they might be captured and made into turtle soup.
Donnie was the most familiar with the armor. Not only did he put it on himself, he even helped Micica put on the helmet next to him.
Hearing Leo greet his teacher, he hurriedly said, "Master, your armor is right there. Do you want me to help you put it on?"
Sprint walked to the last rack and shook his head. "Batman gave you the armor because he wanted to see your strength, not mine."
Donnie looked at his teacher strangely, feeling that something wasn't right.
Batman and his teacher seemed quite engrossed in their conversation that day! Also, this armor is so small. Who else can use it except you? He murmured to himself, but didn't ask further.
He was more interested in how strong the four of them were after putting on the armor than watching his teacher fight.
In no more than ten minutes, the little turtles helped each other put on the armor.
The red lights on the wall flashed more and more rapidly. The alerts had stopped, but a gentle female voice warned, "The enemy has entered the defense circle. They're seventy meters away from the core."
Seeing the four students look at him, Sprint calmly sat down on a chair not far away. "Go. Don't be careless."
The four little turtles bowed in response, grabbed their weapons, and rushed out.
Watching them leave, Sprint heaved a sigh. "Sigh. We're going to move."
Although April didn't directly expose this place last time, she had allowed the enemy to determine the approximate range of their residence.
This time, Sachs and the Bigfoot Gang came prepared and soon found the right direction.
They couldn't stay in this place where they had lived for more than ten years any longer.
Loud noises came from the sewers, mixed with the scorn and laughter of the little turtles. Clearly, the new armor made it easy for them.
Sprint smiled. "Forget it. As long as I take them with me, I'll be home wherever I go."
Suddenly, his expression changed, and he looked at the entrance of a tunnel.
With rustling sounds, a large group of people barged in.
They didn't stop at all. They could even crawl and run on the wall, and their eyes immediately fell on Sprint, who was the only one in the cave.
Sprint stood up calmly and said, "You …"
Boom!
All the figures swarmed towards it, their mouths emitting strange roars.
Sprint's pointy face darkened. "F * ck you!"
Its scrawny and stooped figure twisted in the air, passing through four or five figures and kicking two of them away.
Landing on the wall, it grabbed a katana on the sword rack, and the whole rat's momentum instantly changed.
Puchi! Puchi!
Silver light flashed, and the arms of two people who lunged at him were cut off.
Thud! Thud!
The scabbard hit the heads of two other people, making them lose their balance and fall to the ground.
Sprint's expression became awful after he hit four people. "What kind of monsters are they?"
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