The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1131

Leonardo's idea was basically the same as Damian's; they both believed that since they had stealth vehicles, the enemies deployed outside were not so important.

Their top priority was to avoid triggering the enemy's alarm after infiltrating the interior.

Because once the alarm is triggered, not only will their mission fail, but they will also become trapped and surrounded by enemies.

“Actually, we were already trapped the moment we went in,” Michelangelo interjected. Donatello, who was standing nearby, immediately understood what the other was trying to say and tried to stop him, but he was no match for Michelangelo’s quick tongue.

"Because we are turtles after all."

“In fact, although turtles and tortoises belong to the same order, they are not the same species,” Damian explained with a frown.

Michelangelo's eyes widened, and he said awkwardly, "Uh, it was just a joke, no need to take it so seriously."

Damian first looked at Cassandra, then at Yang Le, before speaking again.

"Sorry, I wasn't joking."

"Oh ho ho, it's alright, child." Michelangelo waved his hand to indicate that he didn't care, then turned to Donatello beside him and whispered.

"This kid is too serious; he's not the type I'm good at dealing with."

This was just a minor incident. As the dilapidated car continued to move forward, they finally arrived at their destination. Not far ahead was the Fukittod Laboratory, which they were to infiltrate.

Just as Dr. Fukittod said, Fukittod Laboratory has been surrounded by soldiers of the Hahab Federation, but as everyone has discussed, there aren't many soldiers surrounding it.

“Sure enough, General Bran announced that I had died in that storm.” Fuckey Todd blinked his electronic eyes. “So what he’s doing now is helping the Alliance organize my lab, which is why he can’t send too many soldiers to surround it.”

“This makes things easier for us.” Raphael examined his weapons, a pair of ronin forks rubbing against each other, gleaming with a chilling light.

Michelangelo was inspecting the joints of the nunchucks, Leonardo was examining the blades of the twin swords, while Donatello could only sit there.

There was nothing he could do; Yang Le had already crushed his weapon. All he had left was a backpack he had brought from Earth, and the only lethal item inside was a cutting machine.

Seeing Donatello doing nothing, Yang Le suddenly remembered this incident, scratched his head, and then quietly fused with the swamp fire, using its power to create a stick.

This is a piece of jujube wood that has been reinforced by Yang Le. Its original characteristics are sturdiness and durability, and after reinforcement, it has gained the additional characteristic of toughness. It is simply the best material for sticks.

"Next, Donatello."

Before Donatello could react, a stick was already in his hand. Its oily surface felt very comfortable to the touch, and the wood grain pattern that Yang Le had deliberately added while rubbing it provided extra friction, preventing it from slipping out of his hand.

"Is this... for me?" Donatello took it in his hands and immediately showed great affection for it. There's no way a martial artist could resist the allure of a good weapon.

“Of course, after all, I broke your weapon.” Yang Le nodded. “Try it out and see if it fits.” Donatello didn’t refuse and immediately started wielding the stick, displaying all sorts of fancy moves. If it weren’t for the size of the RV, he could have gone even further.

As soon as Donatello started wielding it, he fell in love with the stick in his hand. This one was even more comfortable in his hand than the one he had used for a long time, as if it had been made for him.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

"Now I'm not afraid of even a thousand troops," Donatello said, making a rare boast.

"That's wonderful." Michelangelo looked at Donatello with envy, then looked down at the nunchucks in his hand, kissed the latter, and said.

"I'm sorry, my sweethearts, I won't abandon you easily."

"Alright everyone," Leonardo said, bringing the conversation back to the main topic.

"Next, we will proceed according to plan. We and Dr. Fukittod will enter the laboratory, while you and Damian will remain in the stealth vehicle to await orders."

The reason for this decision was related to what they were doing. After all, they did not want to attract more Federation troops, so the fewer people who infiltrated, the better.

Not every mission is better with more people. Take infiltration for example. If there are too many people, the team will be too bloated, and they will inevitably get in each other's way when they move around.

Furthermore, the humanoid form Yang Le transformed into was too large, making it unsuitable for infiltration missions. In addition, the four turtles had only met Cassandra the day before and were completely unfamiliar with each other, so there was no tacit understanding between them.

In summary, the four of them were the most suitable candidates for infiltration, while Yang Le and the others were assigned to the armored vehicle as backup in case of an emergency.

This arrangement was certainly good, but in Yang Le's opinion, it was a bit too presumptuous. First of all, Leonardo and the others were too confident in themselves.

If Yang Le had any bad intentions and abandoned them, they would be left with no one to turn to for help.

Yang Le felt that the four divine turtles were still a bit naive, but now was clearly not the time to educate them. It was not appropriate to say anything that could be detrimental to unity before taking action, so let's talk about this later.

Of course, this is on the premise that they can still meet after the teleporter teleports them.

Yang Le's conjecture was that they were captured here because of the spacetime turbulence caused by Dr. Fuckey Todd's teleportation device, so when the transmission device was activated to return them along the original route, they should also return to the DC universe.

However, this is just speculation, since Yang Le didn't understand how Dr. Fukittod's teleporter crossed the Origin Wall to capture them.

Yang Le was able to travel from the Marvel Universe to the DC Universe because the two universes intersect. Although the journey was a bit complicated, it was ultimately possible.

However, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles belong to the Mirage Comics franchise. Before Yang Le's time travel, he had only heard that the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were initially inspired by Daredevil, and he didn't know if they had any connection with DC Comics. (Note)
But never mind, there's always a way. If all else fails, we'll use Superman X. Even though we might be forced to listen to his nonsense for a few months, it's still a last resort.

Just as Yang Le was lost in thought, the broken car had already flown above the Fucittod Laboratory. According to the map provided by Dr. Fucittod, there was a skylight above the laboratory, from which they could sneak in.

(End of this chapter)