The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1147

"Oh, how much time has passed, Donatello? An hour? Two hours?"

Donatello, who was studying the controller given to him by Yang Le, had veins bulging on his forehead and turned to angrily rebuke.

"Only fifty minutes have passed, please, Michelangelo, let me have some peace and quiet!"

Donatello was extremely annoyed, not because he lacked patience or had a bad temper, but because Michelangelo would come over and ask him about it about every ten minutes.

I ask you, wouldn't any normal person find it annoying?

This isn't a rhetorical question; any normal person would find Donatello annoying!

“Alright, Mickey,” Leonardo stepped in to smooth things over. “Don’t bother Donatello. If you want to know the time, you can look at the clock he left there.”

Leonardo pointed to a table to the side, on which sat an alarm clock. This was something they had brought from Earth, one of the props Donatello had packed in his backpack.

In order to save his Splinter teacher Donatello, he packed a lot of things in his bag, claiming to be traveling light, but in reality, there were quite a few items.

When they were arrested by the soldiers of Tesserlandon, not only their weapons but also their satchels were confiscated. Fortunately, the Casimusto people retrieved their belongings.

Just as Yang Le guessed, Casimos does indeed possess considerable power. Even in the arena, he can remotely control some military affairs and extend his reach to criminals related to Dr. Fucitold.

It should be noted that because of Salam, Dr. Fukitod's matter is now the top priority of the Tesserlandon Federation. The fact that he can still make some moves under these circumstances shows Casimos's power.

Incidentally, Casimos began taking action after Yang Le was taken away, which is why they were able to retrieve their weapons and equipment so quickly.

Michelangelo looked helplessly at the alarm clock on the table and said dejectedly, "I'm just a little anxious, after all, Yang has done something very dangerous."

“We are all Michelangelo,” Leonardo said firmly. “So we’ll wait here for two hours. If Yang hasn’t returned by then, we’ll go back and rescue him.”

“I think we can shorten it to one hour,” Raphael suddenly interjected. “Didn’t Yang say he could handle it in an hour? Then let’s go back and rescue him in an hour.”

“I agree with Raphael’s idea,” Michelangelo raised his hand in agreement.

Leonardo was considering the feasibility of their idea when suddenly a series of urgent beeps came from the cockpit of their spaceship.

"That's the sound of a communication device." Donatello removed his protective goggles. "Someone must have sent us a message."

The spaceship the Turtles were traveling in was actually arranged by Casimos. It was his own private spaceship and wasn't very big. It was designed to carry five people, but it wouldn't be a problem to squeeze in one or two more.

Most importantly, this private spaceship is not recorded in Tesserlandon's database, which means that Tesserlandon has no way to actively track the spaceship, making it an ideal escape tool.

When handing the spaceship over to the Turtles, Casimos also gave them the operating instructions, a pre-recorded video that detailed all the spaceship's functions, since they couldn't understand the Tesserland language.

Donatello has complained more than once about why both Tesserlandon and Hahab used English as their official language, but not their written language.

After reading the entire instruction manual, Donatello walked to the control panel and skillfully operated it with his six fingers, immediately bringing up the communication settings.

"It's me, Donatello." As soon as the video call came in, Yang Le, who had transformed back into an evolved human, appeared on the screen. Seeing that face that should have appeared in a science fiction horror movie, Michelangelo actually felt at ease.

"Oh, it's good to see you." Michelangelo moved closer, pushing Donatello aside. "You look well; have you resolved your troubles?"

"It went very smoothly, but I won't go into the details. Believe me, you probably don't want to know."

Yang Le said in a half-joking tone that the clever Michelangelo decided not to dwell on the topic any longer.

"Oh really? How is Caesimos?"

"Him? He has a lot of things to do. Let's open the hatch first. I'm already near your spaceship."

Upon hearing Yang Le's words, Michelangelo immediately pressed the button to open the hatch. Although he hadn't read through all the instructions like Donatello, he had memorized some of the buttons he thought were cool.

However, Donatello, who had been standing guard nearby, immediately stopped him.

"I knew you'd do this, you wrecker!" Donatello glared at him. "Open the hatch directly? Are you trying to expose us all to outer space?"

After saying that, Donatello kicked Michelangelo out of the driver's seat and took over the controls himself.

Under the former's operation, a wall suddenly rose from the tail of the spaceship, separating the hatch at the tail from the living space, and Donatello then opened the hatch.

Donatello closed the hatch and lowered the protective barrier after confirming that Yang Le had entered the cabin through monitoring.

However, to the astonishment of the four divine turtles, Yang Le did not travel in any flying vehicle, but instead traversed the universe on his own to reach them.

"I am capable of surviving in outer space in my current state, so don't be surprised."

That's what he said, but Donatello still had a lot of questions, but since now was not the time to ask them, he forcibly suppressed his curiosity.

"Don't rush, friends." Yang Le looked at the four divine turtles staring at him. "I know you have a lot of questions, but I think we should get the spaceship up and running first. I'll have plenty of time to satisfy your thirst for knowledge on the way."

...

After the spaceship started, Yang Le recounted the events of the past hour to the four divine turtles.

Yang Le omitted the details of the assassination of Prime Minister Salam and focused on what happened afterward.

After Yang Le killed Salam, the Prime Minister's office in Tesserland immediately fell into chaos. After a brief period of panic, former Prime Minister Salam's subordinates took immediate action.

At this point, they ignored Yang Le, who had killed the Prime Minister, and instead gathered their troops to fight against those planted in the Prime Minister's residence by other forces.

This made Yang Le look at these people with new respect. It seems that the Tesserlanders are not completely reckless. At least they understand that the value of their dead leader is not as great as stabilizing the current position of their former Prime Minister's Party.

(End of this chapter)