The little turtles were in despair too.
They had just received the armor a few days ago, and thought that they could fight the Big Foot Gang. In the end, their teacher had been captured the first time they had put on the armor.
It was a huge blow to the head.
Luke knocked the four kids on the head. "Alright, your teacher was captured because … you didn't have enough control over the battle environment."
Considering the rat's dignity as a teacher, he hesitated for a moment, but didn't get to the point.
On his way over, he had asked about Sprint's capture, and was very sure that the rat spirit was the main culprit in this embarrassing incident.
Why were the four little turtles fine? Because they had put on their armor at the first moment.
The tranquilizers and stun guns that the soldiers who had attacked the four of them had basically been ineffective.
Although Sprint was the first to be attacked by the freaks, he was actually stronger than the four little turtles.
But this rat spirit actually put on the airs of a teacher, and didn't choose to put on the armor with his disciples right away.
In the end, the freaks pounced and stopped him in his tracks with their numbers.
The soldiers didn't have to worry about accidentally injuring the freaks. Dozens of stun grenades were fired at Sprint, and he was hit several times in a row. Unable to dodge, he was quickly captured alive.
To be honest, Luke was speechless when he saw the process.
Batman only went to farm reputation after putting on a full set of armor. In order to establish the image of a "great father" for the little turtles, Sprint insisted on putting on an act first, and then … there was no "and then".
The five sets of armor that Luke had provided were old, but the overall improvement in technology had naturally improved the performance of these old products.
The battery capacity and energy transmission efficiency of the armor alone were much higher than those of the original Bat Armor.
The little turtles put on the armor and fought for more than ten minutes without any problems at all.
After putting on the armor, Sprint would have a chance to crush those lean meat monsters in at least half an hour with the power of the armor.
This rat spirit was also an expert in both saber arts and body arts, and had an extremely precise grasp of his body and strength.
When he put on the armor, he could cut the dozens of lean meat monsters into barbecue skewers all by himself.
Looking at the four aggrieved little turtles in front of him, Luke felt like laughing for some reason. What was going on?
Tapping their round heads again as encouragement, he operated the virtual screen and projected a map of New York in front of him.
"Remember your teacher's teachings. Don't be arrogant in victory, don't be discouraged in defeat. " As he spoke, Luke pointed at a moving red dot on the map. "Don't expect your enemy to be too stupid in a battle, but some people will be a little stupid every now and then. You have to seize the opportunity."
Tony's eyes lit up when he saw the other four red dots gathered together. "Is this the Flying Squirrel Armor that the teacher used?"
Luke: "… Actually, you can just call it 'Gray Bat.'"
As he spoke, he tapped on the map a few times. "See? The location where they went is not where the Bigfoot Gang is. There should be a warehouse of Sachs Industries nearby. "
He turned to look at the four little turtles and chuckled. "Now, do you know what you want to do?"
Mi Qi jumped up and said, "Chase after them and use my big feet to kick their Great White Pig Tribe!"
The tortoises were speechless.
Luke: "…"
…
Twenty minutes later, Tony's cautious voice came through the communication system. "Are we just going to watch our teacher get tied up there?"
"The other party has no intention of making a move yet. Also, since they chose to capture your teacher alive, they definitely have something they want. " Luke took the opportunity to teach the little turtles a lesson. "Try to find the enemy's weakness while ensuring your teacher's safety."
At this point, he paused for a moment. "If you can kill the enemy's leader, then don't hesitate. Even if he's the CEO of a high-tech company, don't let him go. "
At that moment, two cars drove in, and Eric Sachs got out of the second car.
Then, a Japanese woman got out of the car in the lead. She was Tang Jing, the second-in-command of the Bigfoot Gang.
"Have you really never seen Schlade?" Luke couldn't help but ask the little turtles.
"No." Leo stroked the hilts of his swords and shook his head. "If our teacher hadn't heard this name when he listened in on the Bigfoot Gang's conversations, we wouldn't even know that he existed."
"I'll go protect your teacher. I'll inform you to take action when the time is right." Pondering for a moment, Luke finally gave up on the idea of getting things done once and for all.
They had never seen Schlade before. Who knew when he would show up?
None of the people present was a bigshot like Schlade.
A bird in the hand was worth a hundred birds in the bush.
At the very least, it wasn't a wasted trip now that Sachs and Tang Jing were here.
When Luke snuck over, Sprint and Sachs had already begun talking.
Strictly speaking, these two were old "acquaintances."
When Sprint was still a little mouse, it was Sachs who had brought him from Neon.
In the end, when Sachs and Dr. O 'Neill had a disagreement, Sprint already had intelligence and remembered a lot of things.
The conversation between the man and the mouse revealed a lot of secret information.
For example, the biological mutagen that Sachs had developed back then only existed in Sprint and the little turtles' bodies.
Once he had the real thing, he could try to recreate it.
The possibility wasn't very high, but it was much higher than having nothing at all.
Unfortunately, this boss Sachs wasn't as stupid as he was in the movies, and didn't say anything else.
For example, when Sprint tested the use of the "lean meat monster," the boss simply smiled and didn't answer. He simply waved at the researchers to start drawing the rat spirit's blood.
With a smile on his face, he didn't forget to explain to Sprint, "Don't worry, I won't drain you dry. If the mutagen in your body can be produced on its own, I'll feed you well and keep you alive for decades until I master the mutagen again. "
Luke, who had already moved over Sprint's head, couldn't help but snort. As expected of a capitalist who was good at making the best use of everything and squeezing out any surplus value.
Sprint didn't look too good either.
No matter how good his temper was, he couldn't stand people treating him like a piece of old cured meat — he could eat it whenever he wanted, cut it up as much as he wanted, and eat it in different ways.
At that moment, Sprint was a little regretful. If he had put on his armor earlier, he would have been able to retreat easily, and wouldn't have fallen into this guy's hands and become an experiment subject again.
Just as he was thinking that, a small but clear voice rang out in his ears. "Don't rush. Your disciples are here. They're going to save you right away. "
Sprint's expression changed, but nobody paid any attention to it.
After all, he was a mouse. No matter how human-like his expression was, it was still different from a human's, and it was even harder to distinguish his micro-expressions.
Not far away, CEO Sachs was instructing the researchers on various matters to pay attention to. They must not mess up the final mutagen.
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