The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

"Sigh~" Sam sighed, kicked away the pebbles at his feet, and slowly rode his bicycle home.

Only after the results come out can his father deliver on his promise of a car.

When I got home, the kitchen was filled with delicious aromas. My father was in the living room, pointing at the financial news on TV and muttering about those seemingly unreliable "investment" and "entrepreneurship" ideas.

The mother, who was carrying dishes to the table, seemed to notice something was wrong with her son. "Sam, what happened to your shoulder?"

"It's nothing, I just tripped and fell," Sam said vaguely.

After quickly finishing his meal, Sam slipped back to the room covered with posters and photos of sports stars, turned on his buzzing computer, and skillfully logged into the auction website.

My good friend said that antiques are valuable, but I've had several of my great-great-grandfather's items up for auction for almost a month now, and no one has bid on them.

Sam's fantasies of getting rich overnight, buying a car, and picking up girls were shattered. Frustrated, he clicked on the next page, trying to see something different in the number '0' in the auction.

A Century-Old Compass: $0

100-year-old pipe: $0

Centennial Medal: $0

……

"Sigh, they're all unwanted junk..."

Sam muttered in frustration, considering whether he should lower the starting bid again or simply sell the whole thing as a package deal.

Perhaps this way you might encounter a discerning collector who appreciates its value.

The mouse cursor unconsciously slid across the page, and the fingertip clicked towards the "next item".

The interface changes, and a pair of cracked glasses appears.

Sam didn't think the broken glasses were worth much, so he only set a symbolic starting price of $1, listing them purely on a "what if" basis.

However, the price of this very pair of glasses has changed.

物品编号：21153

Current highest bid: $15.00

Bidder: Optimus Prime

Chapter 128 Bumblebees

"Ten...fifteen dollars?!" Sam rubbed his eyes and instinctively jumped up from his chair to get closer to the screen.

Okay, it is indeed $15, not a thousand or ten thousand.

He slumped back into his chair, his initial surprise deflated instantly like a punctured balloon.

"Fifteen dollars...that's enough for two or three hamburgers," Sam slumped in his chair, trying to console himself.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a red dot message in the auction website's backend private message.

Sam clicked on it with a puzzled look, and it was a message sent by the buyer, [Jumbo Optimus Prime], at noon:

"Hello, when can you please send the glasses?"

Sam rolled his eyes and typed quickly:

[Playboy 217]:

"Sir, there are rules to the auction; how could it possibly end so quickly?"

What if someone offers an even higher price?

$15. Sam doesn't recommend waiting any longer, just in case.

I thought it would take a long time for the other person to receive the message, but to my surprise, they replied instantly as soon as I sent it.

Giant Sky Saint: "Mr. Playboy, I remember the platform can finalize transactions."

I'm currently at the USC Hotel in Los Angeles. Could you deliver it to me if it's convenient for you?

convenient?

Even if it's inconvenient, he doesn't want to deliver it!

Sam laughed in exasperation, his fingers pounding the keyboard: "Please, fifteen dollars isn't even enough for a round-trip bus fare!"

"Maybe someone will raise the price in the last 24 hours?"

So I'm sorry, I don't intend to end the auction now!

Seeing Sam's face flushed with anger on the other end of the camera, Lu Qianwei decided to stop teasing him.

Okay, you're right.

I'll add it to exactly $100, and you can send it over right now, okay?

Before Sam could figure out what to say, he quickly sent the next message.

"I mainly liked these old-fashioned eyeglass frames; my grandma's reading glasses broke."

People tend to be nostalgic, especially the elderly.

I only decided to buy it after seeing your eyes on the auction website.

Sam's tone softened as he looked at the $100 and the explanation of "filial piety".

Even if a broken pair of glasses can be exchanged for a hundred dollars, it's still worth it.

"Alright, seeing as you're so filial, I agree!"

Send me the address...

[Optimus Prime]: "Haha!"

"You are such a considerate person!"

『??????.?.?)?』

Lu Qianwei showered the high school boy with flattery, making him feel quite pleased.

It wasn't that he didn't want to give too much, but the other party had the protagonist's halo.

Typically, when the protagonist discovers the price is too high, they'll suddenly act like a teenager and think it's not worth the price.

He doesn't have time to waste on the other party; only a well-planned strategy can win people's hearts.

Sam, beaming with joy at having earned 100 yuan, began promoting his other antiques: "I have a few other antique items, all quite nice, would you like to take a look?"

However, the other party simply sent a hotel address, house number, and profile picture, then disappeared without any further reply.

"Damn it..." Sam muttered, looking at the address, which was only about 2 kilometers away from him.

In order to ensure that the $100 arrived in his account on time, he still planned to deliver it in person...

Seeing Lu Qianwei's smug expression, Irina asked疑惑地问, "What's the use of those glasses?"

“Those glasses…” Lu Qianwei stood up and stretched. “They’re actually pretty useless to us, but they’re very useful to some people.”

Lu Qianwei has no intention of getting the AllSpark right now; the Decepticons and Autobots are keeping an eye on it.

Once you take it, all the other items will be under their noses.

Let's take the Planet Harvester and Leader Module, as well as the Space Bridge technology, first.

Without the clue of the glasses, at least it can delay both sides from finding out where the source of the spark is.

Sam rode his mother's pink bicycle to the designated hotel, followed the room number to the top floor, took a deep breath, and gently knocked on the door.

The door slowly opened, and a cold and exquisite face, accompanied by a tall and alluring figure, unexpectedly entered his field of vision. Sam froze on the spot, completely stunned.

"What's up?"

The cool voice, like a soft clap of thunder, finally pulled Sam out of his daze.

His face flushed slightly, and he stammered, "Uh...you, you are the Mighty Sky-Piercing Saint...Miss?"

Irina nodded slightly: "Where are the things?"

"Here, here!" Sam hurriedly pulled his glasses case out of his backpack and handed it over.

"Thank you!" Irina took the box, but then felt bad that Lu Qianwei had cheated others like this, so she took out 200 US dollars from her pocket and stuffed it into Sam's hand.

"Here's your escape fee!"

Before Sam could refuse or react, the door had already closed.

Sam stood there, stunned, clutching two crisp new bills. He realized that even his grandfather's glasses weren't worth as much as the fare for this trip.

Why do I suddenly feel a sense of hurt pride?

Inside the room, Lu Qianwei took the glasses case, took out the pair of glasses covered in cracks, and examined them carefully under the light. He quickly noticed something was wrong.

The glasses weren't cracked from being broken; they were engraved with dense text.

After storing the glasses in his storage space, Lu Qianwei turned to Irina and asked, "Did the surveillance spider catch up?"

"They caught up."

Lu Qianwei nodded. There are still two unforeseen events: Bumblebee and the Decepticon police car "Barricade" that is following the clues.

So now all you have to do is keep an eye on Sam, and you'll find Bumblebee and Roadblock.

Now that he's robbed the protagonist of his job, he should at least save the other party's life.

Who knows, Merlin's Staff might need his help later, after all, his grandfather was once a member of that... something.

In the following days, Lu Qianwei and Irina experienced the atmosphere of 2007 in Los Angeles like ordinary tourists.

Shopping, eating and drinking, and occasionally fighting with reckless thugs and gangsters at night.

The matter was resolved when the terminal on Irina's wrist transmitted crucial information captured by the monitoring spider.

Sam's father is finally going to take him to fulfill his promise to buy him a car.

Upon hearing this, Lu Qianwei immediately drove his sports car, followed the locator, and merged into the traffic, hovering at a distance behind Sam and his son's car.

At the same time, Irina used her special ability to detect that an old yellow and black Chevrolet Camaro was also following behind Sam and his son.

"That car is strange. The other party doesn't seem to be human?" Irina said solemnly as she pulled out her gun, her face full of vigilance.

"Don't be nervous. That car is a silicon-based life form, belonging to the righteous side. I'm following Sam for him."