The Competition Heats Up

The street race was moving along quickly. The track was five kilometers long, and the race consisted of fifteen laps. With engines roaring deafeningly, they had already reached the final third of the race.

Just as everyone was absorbed in the fierce competition, Tej grinned and picked up a microphone, taking on the role of announcer.

"You think this is all there is to the race?

You think races in Hell's Kitchen are only like this?"

As he spoke, Tej hopped onto the broadcast booth and shouted into the microphone, "This isn't Monte Carlo, and it's certainly not Dakar. Here, speed is only one part of racing.

You have to finish the race in one piece to have a chance at winning!"

While everyone assumed Tej was going crazy, the president of the Racing Grand League laughed triumphantly and yelled into the microphone, "Welcome to Hell's Kitchen..."

At Tej's shout, the big screen showed a sight that made everyone suck in a sharp breath. Two large, bipedal combat robots leaped onto the track from separate alleyways, not far from the starting line.

Alvin watched as Michelangelo and Donatello, the two little turtles, ingeniously hung themselves beneath the robots in a net. They dangled between the combat robots' legs like something that would have to be censored.

As the combat robots sprayed bullets at the race cars, several rocket launchers on the rooftops beside the track fired rockets at random.

While the entire crowd hissed in shock, Alvin angrily stormed over to the broadcast booth, grabbed the smug Tej, and shouted, "What the hell is going on? How can you put something like this on a live broadcast?

Your brilliant idea was to blow the race cars sky-high during a nationwide broadcast?"

Alvin recognized those two robots. They looked like OCP