Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 1387 - Not Good, Master Has Been Taken

Chapter 1387: Not Good, Master Has Been Taken

At the same time, more people surged toward Splinter, and countless arms stretched out to grab him and his weapon.

Out of the corner of his eye, the two “people” whose arms had been cut off and the two whose heads had caved in from the sheath lunged forward as well. Their movements weren’t slow at all, as if they had never been injured.

These monsters weren’t wearing any clothes. Their sinewy muscles bulged, and they were skinny.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and their hands and feet had claws with which they could easily latch on and run along the sewer walls.

Splinter darted around and found opportunities to attack the dense crowd of “skinny” monsters.

The sound of flesh being cut and bones being broken rang out, but the rat’s face turned uglier and uglier.

Just now, he had finally slashed a monster in the neck.

Because of the other monsters, he wasn’t able to go all out, and only cut halfway through the neck.

In the end, the monster kept running after him with a dangling head, as if it were nothing more than an insignificant ball.

The strange thing was that only a few drops of blood spurted out of the monster’s broken neck.

Splinter sensed that something was wrong. The katana and sheath flew as he slashed at these weird skinny monsters.

…

Looking at the information in front of him, Luke wondered if he should play a little rough this time and directly catch Eric Sacks and Karai.

The consequences might be that Shredder, who was nothing more than a name at the moment, might escape, or the mastermind might be alerted.

In TV dramas, if one villain boss died, two took their place; they were so stupid that it was cute.

But things weren’t that simple in real life.

The bigshots behind the scenes wanted to stay behind the scenes because they didn’t want to be dragged into trouble, especially the sort of trouble where they couldn’t afford to take the blame.

When something went wrong, these bosses behind the scenes definitely wouldn’t say, “Who would dare provoke me?” Instead, they would say, “Who has the ability to provoke me?”

Being able to run into a batch once in a while who could give Luke experience points was pretty good.

Only those directly in charge would go all out; otherwise, if the outcome was bad, their value would drop, and there was no way they would be able to s.h.i.+ft the blame.

Most of the time, the people behind the scenes would draw a clear line after they confirmed the situation, and would let the exposed parts deal with things themselves.

While the loss would pain them, funding a project that couldn’t see the light of day was no different from squandering the money anyway.

Unless it was a last resort, they wouldn’t jump out to take the blame.

It was just like how Luke had wrecked several research organizations related to superhumans; did whoever was backing them in the Department of Defense and the military jump out?

Not a single person did.

Who would believe that these projects were for the country’s sake? Most of them were just tools for making money.

If Luke took down one project, there might be another two on the list, and some people might still be able to make a quick buck.

Luke was always after experience and credit.

As long as he could take down a bunch of bad guys, he would never be disappointed in the country’s future.

While he was thinking about how to act, Alfred forwarded an emergency call from the little turtles’ phone.

When the line connected, Donnie said, “Not good, Batman. The Foot Clan just took Master.”

Luke was stunned, but he immediately asked, “Is he still in your line of sight?”

Donnie said, “No; there are too many of these monsters. We can’t get rid of them. They’ve already taken Master. We can’t find him.”

Luke said, “You’re all wearing the armor, right? Turn on your teammates’ comms.”

Donnie was silent for a moment, clearly searching for the system.

It was also because he was too fl.u.s.tered at the moment. Otherwise, the armor would’ve called up the interface at a casual command.

A few seconds later, Luke watched as Alfred showed him the positions of the five teammates.

Four of them were definitely the little turtles.

The other one, however, didn’t move at all. The armor data showed that it hadn’t been put on.

Four virtual screens appeared in front of him, projecting the feed from each camera on the four sets of armor.

Luke quickly operated the feed and checked the situation, before he said, “Okay, the four of you, turn off the sound collector function on your helmets for now. In three seconds, Donnie will release a stun grenade. Starting the countdown. 3, 2, 1.”

Bang!

There was a loud bang, and two of the camera feeds turned white. It was Donnie and Leo, who were closer.

On the other side, Mikey and Raphael, who were some distance away, heard the loud noise, and the monsters attacking them faltered.

Luke said, “Raphel, release the stun grenade in three seconds.”

He searched himself in a fl.u.s.ter. “Huh? Where? How?”

Luke: “…”

Mikey said, “I know. Starting the countdown. 3, 2, 1. Release!” On the virtual screen, he pressed a b.u.t.ton on his armor and confirmed the release.

Pu! There was a m.u.f.fled sound.

Thick white smoke spurted out of a cylinder and quickly filled the sewer.

“d.a.m.n it. Like I said, the smoke bomb is on the left and the stun grenade on the right,” Donnie bellowed angrily.

Luke wasn’t disappointed.

It was impossible to use the armor 100% without making any mistakes.

Coupled with the fact that this was just ordinary old-fas.h.i.+oned armor, it was only natural that the little turtles weren’t familiar with it.

Looking at the monsters that were hit by the stun grenade, Luke smiled.

No matter how bizarre these “skinny monsters” were, they couldn’t escape the fact that they had human characteristics.

After being hit by a stun grenade in the narrow sewer, they immediately collapsed and were no longer as nimble.

Also, those who had been hit by the stun grenade clearly lost sight of their targets, and started to attack randomly.

Luke curled his lip. It was indeed troublesome to deal with monsters that didn’t die easily, but it was only troublesome and nothing more.

Living weapons weren’t that easy to create.

Even an alien cheat like Gold Nugget had huge shortcomings. Naturally, these rotten things which Sacks Industries had created weren’t any better off.

At the very least, they still used their eyes to look for their targets, and their ears also affected their balance, so they had a lot of weaknesses.

What was really troublesome was their number.

There had been almost 80 of them in the feed just now.

They were indeed weak compared with the little turtles in armor, but how many people in the world had armor?

Luke instructed the four little turtles to take advantage of the stun grenade and smoke bomb, and evacuate quickly.

Their master had been caught; fighting these cannon fodder was meaningless.

His clone put on the Batman suit and hurried over.

Ten minutes later, Luke walked into a wide sewer.

The four little turtles immediately looked over.

They were happy to see Batman, and then looked embarra.s.sed and aggrieved.