Chapter 1379: Pizzas In Exchange for Teammates? Mikey’s Time-out Room
After thinking for a moment, Luke didn’t think too much of it and put the Foot Clan aside.
It was impossible to choke all of New York’s drug dealers to death.
Absolute profits brought about absolute madness.
The price of illegal drugs in New York had increased three-fold, and even five-fold in Manhattan.
Many drug addicts simply drove to New Jersey and Na.s.sau County, and only returned after they had enjoyed their fill.
Compared with drugs that were several times more expensive, spending slightly more time traveling and on gas was clearly more economical.
Also, it seemed that the four little turtles had enjoyed their fight with the Foot Clan.
Kids needed more practice in order to improve.
If all his backup teammates were as strong as these four little turtles, he would be smiling even in his dreams.
Mikey, who used nunchaku, was able to fight Selina head-on. Although it was only for a while, he never fell to a disadvantage. The rest weren’t bad either.
The only problem was that they were turtles.
But when the Thousand Faces System version 3.0 was completely perfected, so what if they were turtles? He could still give them human appearances.
Compared with the four little turtles, Luke was more interested in their master.
It wasn’t hard to teach these four mutants. After all, the earlier scans showed that they had explosive physiques, and Selina had had to rely on her suit to fight them.
More importantly, the four little turtles in the panel were all light green.
In other words, even the strict system evaluation determined that these little turtles were good “people.”
It wasn’t hard to teach four people to be good, but it was very hard to teach four little turtles, who had grown up in the sewers, to be good “people.”
The sewers were a hotbed of crime, and Luke had seen too much recently.
To be able to keep the four little turtles pure and good in such an environment, this master really wasn’t simple.
That was right, Luke felt that these four little turtles were more worthy of the word “human” than many people.
That was why Batman, who had always been aloof, was friendly toward the four little turtles, and even gave them enchanted bat darts.
That was because they were different from humans.
Luke didn’t need to act high and mighty in front of them. Their fondness for Batman and Black Cat was genuine and without motive.
Of course, this was thanks to Mental Communication.
Bobby, the original owner of the ability, had been able to control a chimpanzee with a bit of Mental Communication precisely because the way animals thought was simpler than humans.
Although the four little turtles were much smarter than a chimpanzee, they were like human kids at heart, and their thoughts were completely transparent to Luke.
Also, in the teammates panel, the word “neutral” next to the little turtles’ names was a light yellow, which meant that the chances of them becoming system teammates were much higher.
What Luke lacked now was a chance to cooperate with them in battle, or… a huge amount of cheese pizzas?
Thinking that, Luke sweated.
Using this to sway the little turtles wasn’t good. Also, wasn’t using pizza to bribe them into becoming teammates a little too demeaning to the system? The system wasn’t that cheap, right?
Feeling a little guilty, Luke still left the pizza testing to the smart kitchenware and Gold Nugget.
The smart kitchenware was responsible for making two portions of each type, and Gold Nugget was responsible for eating one while it was still hot. It could be considered the chief tester.
The other portion was for their colleagues in the Detective Bureau.
Luke talked to Selina about the little turtles, and his clone began to speed up the production of the 3.0 version of the Thousand Faces System.
Chances were that the four little turtles would be useful soon.
…
As Luke researched cheese pizzas and created the Thousand Faces System, the four little turtles returned home.
Sneaking into a dry sewer, the four guys stuck their heads out of the pipe and looked around. “Quick, it’s clear. Hurry up.”
Four figures scuttled out.
“Thank G.o.d. Master probably hasn’t noticed yet.”
“Looks like I don’t need to be punished this time.”
“Let’s go back inside. I need to see what’s on my phone.”
“Ah, my precious, you’re too lovely.”
That was Mikey.
He rubbed his face against the rod with an intoxicated expression.
His three brothers immediately s.h.i.+fted away in disdain. “He’s acting like an idiot again. Be careful he doesn’t infect you.”
As the four of them bickered, they didn’t notice a figure walk out from around a corner. He turned to them and turned on the flashlight in his hand. “Is that so? I think you’re all idiots.”
The four little turtles stiffened and slowly turned around.
Behind the flashlight was a short, stooped figure who was a head shorter than they were. His voice was very old. “Tell me, why did you sneak out?”
The four little turtles trembled, but n.o.body said anything.
The short figure snorted. “You’re not going to talk? Then go to the dark room and stay there until you’re ready to talk.”
Raphael turned pale with fright. “Ah! Mikey’s time-out room? No, Master!”
The other turtles begged for mercy with ashen faces.
Mikey, who was the most sensitive about the time-out room, couldn’t help but say, “Donnie, the phone, the phone.”
Stumped for a moment, Donnie then understood. “Wait, Master. Give me two minutes.”
The short figure didn’t say anything, but didn’t stop him.
Donnie took out the phone which Luke had given him and quickly scanned the content.
He saw that the means of contact was via the Internet. Master definitely wouldn’t understand how that worked, so there was no need to look at that in detail.
Finally, there was one sentence: Learn how to contact me and let your master decide when and where to meet.
When Donnie saw this, he was immensely relieved.
Batman wasn’t asking them to keep it a secret, but wanted him to tell Master about it.
Hm, would Master be less angry this way? Usually, it looked like he respected Batman.
“Are you done?” asked the short figure.
Donnie nodded quickly. “Yes, Master. That… Batman wants to meet you. You decide the time and place.”
The short figure was stunned. “Batman? Wants to meet me?”
Realizing that there was a chance to s.h.i.+ft the blame, the four little turtles immediately described their meeting with Batman and Black Cat.
They didn’t do it with bad intentions; they knew that their master definitely wouldn’t clash with Batman.
After listening to them, the short figure was silent for a moment before he said, “Nevertheless, Batman wasn’t the one who told you to slip out, right?”
The four little turtles froze. They hadn’t expected their master to still focus on that.
After a brief silence, the short figure suddenly asked, “What’s the name of the reporter?”
Donnie said, “I saw her ID. She’s called April O’Neil.”
Mikey said, “And she’s a young and beautiful redhead at that.”
The short figure jerked. “What?”