Alvin waited until all the bigwigs had taken their seats before urging Ivan impatiently, "Buddy, can you hurry up and wrap up this damn 'sponsorship meeting'..."
Ivan had a hard temper. He glanced at the Russian general who clearly disliked him, spat a thick wad of phlegm to the side, then waved to Dr. Yinsen and Dr. Banner on the second floor...
On the second floor, Dr. Yinsen gave Ivan a thumbs-up, then operated the console in front of him...
Donatello, one of the researchers among the Little Turtles, quickly moved aside and yanked hard on a huge canvas tarp, revealing several armored vehicles fitted with eight welded-on mechanical legs...
Alvin looked at those crude contraptions, welded together from steel plates, fitted with a few legs and mounted with machine guns and cannons to "pass" as high-tech. He felt a little embarrassed to face the disdainful looks from the military bigwigs...
Alvin spread his hands at Ivan with a helpless expression, silently asking if he could at least put some effort into it.
They might be broke, but they still had their pride. Who could they fool with this junk?
Ivan glanced at the crowd's puzzled expressions, sneered, then walked to a corner of the repair shop and stepped onto a circular work platform...
At Ivan's movement, Donatello, the Little Turtle serving as his assistant, operated a mechanical arm that swiftly fitted him with a mechanical exoskeleton...
Wearing the obviously unfinished exoskeleton, Ivan strode heavily into the middle of the courtyard. He made a throat-slitting gesture at the military bigwigs in a show of defiance, then high-frequency orange lights began flashing on his helmet...
The rapid flashes were like signals. As soon as they were sent out, the shabby "toys" suddenly came to life...
Alvin watched as the eight-legged "toys,"