The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

The bald man dabbed a little on his finger, applied it to his skin, and smelled it. He couldn't detect even a trace of the cheap, industrial alcohol-like smell.

Instead, it has oak, smoky, and a hint of sweet fruit flavor.

Although a closer sniff reveals a slightly strong artificial scent, it's enough to fool the young men in the bar who come to have fun.

"Not bad!" The bald man with the fierce look finally showed a satisfied smile this time.

"Hehe, our Mad Shark Gang has always been reliable in our work. Although this is our first time cooperating in Los Angeles, we hope to have a long-term relationship with them."

This batch of goods uses our newly refined process, which has significantly improved the taste and appearance, making it absolutely qualified for long-term supply.

The bearded man was clearly very confident in his gang's counterfeiting skills, speaking with a sales-like familiarity.

The bald man nodded noncommittally, tapping the bottle lightly with his fingertips.

He gestured to one of his men to come forward with a heavy travel bag, unzip it, and reveal stacks of green banknotes inside.

"250 million. If it sells well, we will continue to increase our orders."

"Hehehe, then it's a pleasure to cooperate!" Just as the two shook hands and finalized the deal.

"Bang!"

A sharp metallic clang came from the shadows of the container.

"Who?!" Both sides shouted almost simultaneously, drawing their guns in an instant!

A dozen pistols and shotguns were pointed at the dark corner where the sound was coming from, the clicking of the cocking guns sounding particularly eerie in the quiet night.

"Come out! Or we'll shoot!" the bald, scarred man roared, veins bulging on his forehead.

The Latinos were also on high alert, their guns fixed on the shadowy area, while the possibility of a double-cross flashed through their minds.

For a moment, only heavy breathing and heartbeats could be heard in the frozen air.

Selling counterfeit alcohol is not as serious as selling heroin, but the huge profits involved are much higher, and it is also more likely to attract the attention of the IRS.

The IRS has armed enforcement powers, which makes everyone nervous.

In those breathtaking few seconds, a hand slowly rose from the darkness, fingers spread, indicating that it was unarmed.

Under the light, everyone could see each other's faces clearly: black hair and black eyes, a typical Chinese person.

If there's no clear distinction between right and wrong, then they can't possibly be from an official organization.

“Relax, gentlemen.” Lu Qianwei shrugged, his gaze sweeping over the dark muzzles of the guns.

We were just passing by.

"Us?" The bald, scarred man, who had been below the stage, pointed his gun steadily at Lu Qianwei. "Who else is there besides you?!"

"Let them out!"

"You dare come to our Viper Gang's territory? You fucking want to die!"

Judging from Lu Qianwei's clothes and demeanor, plus his typical Chinese face.

The bald man made a judgment in his mind—he was most likely a clueless young man who had illegally crossed the border and thought he was from America.

"Heh, I'll squeeze every last penny out of you rich people before I kill you!" the bald man thought to himself.

After all, if even the slightest word got out about their tax evasion, their entire Viper Gang would be finished.

He was certain that the moment he let them go, those people who were desperate for green cards would report him.

"I don't want to say it a third time, hurry up and let all those rats hiding here come out!"

Otherwise, if we find you, none of you will live!

Lu Qianwei took in his murderous intent: "Since you want to see them so much... then fine."

"Clap clap clap!" He clapped his hands lightly.

Immediately, the sound of metal footsteps 'tap tap tap...' echoed from the shadows near the container.

The heavy mechanical noise suddenly made the ground tremble slightly, and tall, burly figures emerged one after another like ghosts from the previously empty dark corner.

In just a few seconds, several power armored vehicles, each nearly three meters tall and in black and red, formed an encirclement, completely sealing off the entire trading area.

The two gangs felt their hearts stop beating as they stared at the cold, oppressive aura emanating from the steel 'strongmen'.

"Thump~" Someone swallowed hard, followed by the sound of a gun hitting the ground.

One by one, they all experienced a stress response, their bodies went limp, and they skillfully lay down, giving up any resistance.

Lu Qianwei crossed his arms, somewhat amused. "That pose, you gangsters are pretty skilled at it, aren't you?"

Chapter 127

"So you guys are selling fake alcohol? This is like drug trafficking." Lu Qianwei lit a cigarette and looked at the two grinning men in front of him with a speechless expression.

"Hehehe, that stuff is nowhere near as valuable as fake liquor. You might even get double-crossed and get a heavy sentence."

"Only a fool would try to hide his true intentions," the bearded man explained with a laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, I can make tens to thousands of times the profit from a single bottle of fake liquor. That’s much more valuable than the real thing,” the bald man chimed in.

Lu Qianwei was somewhat surprised; he had never imagined that selling alcohol could be so lucrative.

"Ahem... Whether you sell counterfeit alcohol or not is none of my business," he said, almost forgetting his main point after being interrupted like that: "What year and month is it now?"

两人略有疑惑，却也几乎是异口同声回答道：“是2007年4月23日，19点45分！”

"2007..." Lu Qianwei thought and thought, but couldn't quite remember any movies being made that year.

"Any big news lately?"

"This...it seems not?" The two shook their heads in unison.

Even if there's some big news, it won't be as shocking as what they're seeing right now!

"Alright, you guys can go now." Lu Qianwei waved his hand. Rather than asking these gangsters, he might as well look it up online himself.

Watching the two groups of people flee hastily as if they had been granted a pardon, Irina approached Lu Qianwei with some confusion, "Why didn't you detain them all?"

Lu Qianwei stubbed out his cigarette ash and asked in return, "In 2007, who would believe what happened tonight?"

"But doing this is still a bit rash."

"Don't worry, this isn't the world of our time; there aren't as many technological breakthroughs here."

The communication device in his hand is still a PHS phone!

What is a "Little Smart" phone?

"Uh... it's the old version of the Waterworld phone."

Half an hour later, Lu Qianwei found several important pieces of information on the military network.

The first one is a video that recently occurred at a US base.

In a somewhat blurry scene in the video, a group of soldiers warily surround a heavy transport helicopter.

With signal interference and image distortion, the next second the scene switched to an explosion of fire and thick smoke.

A metal robot over 10 meters tall is wildly firing and destroying base facilities with the thick barrels of its two arms.

Lu Qianwei pressed the pause button and watched the mechanical figure in the video.

Even if you forget what the other person's name is, you basically know that you have arrived at the beginning of the Transformers story.

At the beginning of the story, this also means that... he will have the opportunity to obtain the AllSpark, the Stellar Harvester, the Space Bridge, Merlin's Staff...

Click on the second set of information, which is a major event that happened in 1994, concerning all of humanity, yet the government was powerless to decide its fate.

That year, a mechanical planet briefly revealed a small portion of itself and plunged towards Earth.

These satellite images were all intercepted from encrypted information from Europe, the United States, and Russia.

If he hadn't sent the data online to some institutions for research, he wouldn't have made this unexpected discovery.

Several scattered photos correspond to scenes from "Transformers 7".

Essentially, it is a planet devourer, an incarnation of the Cosmic Emperor, that devours planets in the universe to obtain energy.

However, due to an accident, the 'Super Warp Key' was stolen and escaped by the Maximals, forcing the Emperor to send the 'Dread Beasts' leader, Scourge, to search for it.

Thus, the forces of good and evil fought endlessly for this artifact on Earth. One side wanted to obtain the portal to destroy the planet, while the other side wanted to prevent the disaster and protect the Earth.

Ultimately, the Maximals and the Autobots joined forces to destroy the key and quell the crisis.

However, we must address the logical inconsistencies here.

Following the Transformers series from 1 to 5, and adding a sixth installment like Bumblebee: The Bumblebee spin-off, Unicron's character has always been Earth itself.

Now, considering the seven factors, Lu Qianwei can only guess that the Cosmic Emperor brought by the Fear Beast camp is either a fake or a fragment of an avatar, and is there to be devoured and restored by the main body.

Otherwise, the logic wouldn't hold water.

"Sigh, it seems like American movies don't follow any logic. As long as they're entertaining and sell well, they're considered perfect."

Lu Qianwei mentally scoffed, too lazy to think about the problem anymore. If he had any doubts, he might as well ask someone who had experienced it to fill in the gaps.

I created two fake identities, 3D printed out the documents and identity cards, and incidentally asked a Mexican tycoon for a small sum of money.

Lu Qianwei casually opened the stargate shuttle, sending the soldiers back to the bunker.

The plot didn't happen; 2007 didn't need so many eye-catching things.

After removing her power armor, Irina emerged from the stargate shuttle in a simple black fitted top and high-waisted straight-leg pants.

She casually brushed her flowing red hair aside and smiled, "Where do we go next?"

Lu Qianwei glanced at Irina's sexy figure and said, "Suddenly I feel like you're even more conspicuous when you're with me."

Irina blushed slightly. "At least I can sense danger and predict the enemy."

"That makes sense, let's go then."

Let's find a hotel to stay in for the night; Los Angeles isn't safe at night.

…………

The afternoon sun slanted through the roadside trees as Sam Witwicky sat on his beat-up bicycle, which rattled everywhere except for the bell, watching his goddess Michaela get into Trent's new sports car.

Frustrated, he watched the sports car engine roar away, but he couldn't help but fantasize about driving the sports car with his goddess on a ride.