The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1128

"Oh sir, there's no need to be so formal. Just call me Mickey."

Michelangelo seemed flattered. It was only after they became involved with the Bigfoot Ninja that they gradually came into the view of humans. Afterwards, both humans and other intelligent beings treated these turtles with sarcasm and ridicule.

This was the first time Michelangelo had ever encountered someone who treated him with such great courtesy.

Raphael was also somewhat uncomfortable, but he expressed it rather directly.

"Alright, take your hand away." Raphael shrugged his shoulder and shook Yang Le's hand off.

Most people would find Raphael difficult to get along with if they were treated like this, but Yang Le knew that the former was just a shy kid. After all, no matter which version of the turtles they were, they were all no more than 18 years old.

To Yang Le, the four turtles in front of him looked just like Robin and his friends, but in reality, they were even younger than Robin and the others.

"Since Yang has said so, then Michelangelo, why don't you share your thoughts with everyone?"

Leonardo steered the conversation back on track, and Michelangelo, seeing this, didn't hold back and directly expressed his thoughts.

"Why don't we go back to Dr. Fucitold's lab and have him build a space teleportation device to send us all back to Earth? That way, General Bran won't be able to find us."

Michelangelo spoke eloquently, clearly confident in his plan.

"Dr. Fucitold can come with us then, and the crisis in the universe will be resolved in the same way."

"I'm afraid that won't work."

Michelangelo's smugness was short-lived, as Dr. Faucitod poured cold water on his enthusiasm. He first shook his head before explaining.

“Don’t misunderstand Michelangelo. I’m not saying your method is no good. Rather, escaping to a place where the Hahab Union can’t find you is a good idea. But my laboratory has already been occupied by General Bran.”

Fuckey Todd waved his hand helplessly.

“As I mentioned before, because of General Bran’s ambitions, I haven’t been able to develop any new inventions for him for a long time. So he’s been longing for all the inventions I have in this room for a long time. There’s an entire army guarding it now, and it’s just the few of us here…”

Fuckey Todd glanced at everyone present, lingering on Yang Le for a moment before shaking his head again.

“Going there would be like walking into a trap. I don’t want to become an accomplice to disrupting the peace of the universe.”

Even the most hot-tempered Raphael wouldn't say anything about letting us go back to fight. They had already witnessed Hahabi's military strength when they fled, and it was something that couldn't be resisted by manpower alone.

They might be able to take down one or two tanks, but what about three or four? They could overwhelm them with sheer numbers.

"Are we going to stay on this broken planet forever?" Raphael couldn't think of a solution, so he took his frustration out on the wall next to him and punched it.

"Don't do that, Raphael," Leonardo stepped in to persuade him.

“Mr. Splinter is still waiting for us,” Raphael growled. “He… only… has us left.”

These words were like a sharp knife piercing the hearts of the other three turtles. Their love for Mr. Splinter was the same as that for Raphael, who was both their teacher and their father.

“Raphael will find a way.” Leonardo was heartbroken, but as captain, he had to step up. No matter who fell, he couldn’t. “But before we return to Earth, we must also protect ourselves. After all, as you said, we’re all that’s left for Mr. Splinter.”

Hearing this, Raphael calmed down a bit. Although he stopped talking, he no longer seemed like a volcano spewing fire everywhere.

“I think I can help.”

At this moment, Yang Le stepped forward and spoke to the crowd.

"I wasn't teleported here alone; I came with two companions and a vehicle."

"So what? Can two more people and a vehicle defeat a fully armed army?" Raphael scoffed.

“My car isn’t an ordinary car.” Yang Le didn’t pay attention to Raphael’s sarcastic tone. It was understandable that the latter was confused because he was concerned. Besides, compared to the superheroes and supervillains in the Marvel and DC universes, Raphael was practically a good boy.

"My vehicle is equipped with a lot of weaponry, including a stealth mode. Once we're in it, even if we're face to face, those soldiers won't be able to spot us."

“That’s a good idea,” Fucitold agreed. “Once we can get into my lab, I can build a time machine, and then we can escape this place of trouble.”

"Then what are we waiting for, guys?" Michelangelo jumped up and down in place, looking extremely excited.

"A super vehicle? That's so cool! Oh! I mean, it's great to be able to go back to Earth."

The impact of the good news was evident; no one blamed Michelangelo for his antics anymore, as everyone's attention was now focused on the chariot that could help them get home.

"Thank you for your trouble, Yang." Leonardo was undoubtedly much more composed, and he said solemnly to Yang Le.

"Thank you so much for helping us."

"Don't say that, after all, I'm just helping myself." Yang Le shook his head slightly. "Alright, time is of the essence, so let's not waste any more time. Let's get out of the sewers first, and I'll call my tank to come find us."

"You can even call from a distance!" Michelangelo acted like a noblewoman who had just heard the shocking news, putting one hand to his forehead and collapsing towards Donatello, who could only helplessly catch him.

"Seriously, Dona, why don't you learn a few tricks yourself and then add those features to our Turtle Tank?"

"I'll consider it." Donatello's expectation was no less than Michelangelo's, but his humble nature prevented him from making a big fuss like the latter.

...

The group chatted and laughed as they walked along the sewers toward the edge of the city, buoyed by the good news. They knew the route because Fucitold's mechanical brain contained a lot of useful information.

After discussing it, in order to avoid being discovered by the soldiers patrolling the city, they decided to meet up outside the city in Yang Le's beat-up car there and then head directly to Fukittod's laboratory.

Yang Le also contacted the broken car through the broken watch, and also notified Cassandra and Damian in the car that they were about to meet a group of strange guests.

Of course, in order not to scare the two of them, he took photos in advance and sent them back.

(End of this chapter)