American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

American Comics: Starting with a Deal with Talking Tom, by the Transforming King

Traveling through the world of American comics, he starts out as a level ten criminal of S.H.I.E.L.D., and is about to die in prison.

At the critical moment, activate the golden finger and make a deal with Tom Cat, exchange dried fish for strengthening medicine, and exchange cheese for laser gun. When the favorability reaches a certain level, you can also summon Tom.

Iron Man: That damn cat, it actually made a one-to-one copy of my Mark III with just a random hit with a hammer!

Thor: I clearly split the cat into four pieces, but it used the four pieces of its body to beat me up together!

Banner: The rampaging Hulk accidentally stepped on it, and the cat spent three days building up a body of tendon muscles, and beat Hulk up!

Stewed Egg Man: Holy crap, that cat is even more outrageous than the Metamorphosis Beast!

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Chapter One: The Criminal Sentenced to Ten Thousand Years

S.H.I.E.L.D., short for Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency, is an organization that prepares for major crises.

The S.H.I.E.L.D.'s private prison houses only the most notorious criminals.

The entire S.H.I.E.L.D. prison is divided into three levels. The deeper the level, the more serious the crime. By the third level, even super serial killers who have murdered more than a dozen people are not qualified to be imprisoned here.

Deep inside the third level of the prison, it gets quieter and quieter. In the deepest part of the prison, it is so quiet that you can even hear the sound of nails hitting the ground.

Not only was it quiet, but there wasn't a single ray of light either.

Absolute silence, absolute darkness, as if the world had shrunk to just oneself. In such a place, even the most resolute person would be driven mad.

And yet, in this very place, a person is being held captive.

Like the Son of God bound to the cross, this imprisoned person was bound to a metal frame. Even more exaggeratedly, both arms and legs were tightly sealed by heavy metal rings, leaving only the head, which could move slightly within a small space.

At this moment, the criminal, imprisoned in an exaggerated manner, had his head slightly lowered, his weathered and messy hair casually draped over his handsome face, which possessed an indescribable charm.

"Bata, bah..."

Clear footsteps came from outside. Hearing these footsteps, the man who was tightly bound raised his head, a strangely charming smile appearing on his lips.

"My dearest Natasha, you've arrived~"

A beam of light suddenly appeared, which was extremely unsettling in this area that had been in darkness for so long. However, the person who was imprisoned did not change his expression at all, and still smiled as he watched the figure getting closer and closer.

A tight leather jacket hugged her incredibly hot figure, and Xiong Er's ample breasts resembled two mountains, enough to attract the attention of every man in the world.

Looking down, the incredibly strong legs have not an ounce of excess fat; any less would be too thin, any more would be too fat.

Her burgundy hair added to her allure.

She is a stunning beauty with a deadly allure, like a poppy, making her unforgettable at first glance.

Black Widow Natasha's face was incredibly cold at this moment, like a living block of ice.

"Lock, Locke Payne, you don't love anyone in this world, you only love yourself!" His face was cold, and his voice was even colder.

Locke shook his head: "No, no, no, I love myself, and I also love beautiful women, all kinds of beautiful women, that's the most wonderful scenery in the world."

Natasha felt a surge of anger welling up inside her: "You really have a lot of love!"

"You are still my favorite person, my dearest Natasha."

"Or perhaps you've lost confidence in outperforming those young girls who like to flaunt their youth and energy? That's not the style of the dignified Black Widow!"

"enough!"

"I'm not here to chat with you about these meaningless topics."

"Lock Payne, your sentence is here."

"Oh~"

"What was the verdict? Was it a reinstatement of the death penalty, which had already been abolished? Or are they planning to sentence me to millions of years?"

Looking at Locke, who showed no fear whatsoever but instead seemed full of curiosity, Natasha felt inexplicably powerless. Did this man really not know how to spell the word "fear"?

"Ten thousand years! You will be imprisoned here for a full ten thousand years!"

Locke curled his lip: "Only ten thousand years? That judge is a bit...

Instead of surrendering, the enemy took the initiative to provoke them.

A complex look appeared in Natasha's eyes.

"Don't be silly, Locke Payne, you'll only live to be a hundred at most."

"Oh, so, my dear Natasha, what do you want to say?"

“Locke, confess.” Natasha’s voice suddenly softened.

"To be completely honest with you, perhaps..."

"Perhaps what?" Locke pursed his lips, his smile both wicked and captivating.

"Perhaps you can help me erase some of my sins?"

“Natasha, don’t be silly, that bald-headed guy won’t let you do that.”

“Thirty-two safe houses, a space carrier, nearly a hundred agents, and two arsenals. All of this adds up to no less than tens of billions of dollars. That bald-headed guy’s decades of corruption has been almost completely destroyed. He won’t let me off the hook.”

Natasha's expression grew increasingly complicated for a long, long time.

"Why did you do that? I've checked the records, and there's no conflict between you and S.H.I.E.L.D.

Locke nodded, then shook his head: "Although S.H.I.E.L.D. has many problems, and has a bald-headed director with severe paranoia, S.H.I.E.L.D. has never offended me."

"Then why did you do that?"

"Natasha, don't be naive. When that bald-headed guy ordered you to kill some people, did those people necessarily offend you? Or offend that bald-headed guy?"

"People don't need to find reasons to kill ants. That bald-headed guy did it, and so did I. The only difference is that I failed."

Having come this far, there was clearly nothing more to say, so Natasha turned to leave.

Suddenly, Locke's voice rang out from behind her.

“Natasha, don’t delve into this. The vortex here is beyond your ability to fight. That bald-headed guy can’t protect you.”

Natasha paused: "I'm different from you!"

"Okay, if you don't mind, could you bring me some dried fish? You know, the food here is really bad."

Natasha didn't say anything more, but shortly after she left, someone brought her several boxes of dried fish.

Locke smiled when he saw the small fishing rod lying to one side.

She's still a woman at heart; no matter how tough she is, her heart is soft, especially Natasha's, which is softer than most women's.

Then, Locke narrowed his eyes slightly.

"That will make all the necessary preparations."

Having traveled to this world for several years, he has made countless preparations for this day.

The next moment, a light screen that only Locke could see appeared out of thin air.

Name: Locke Payne

Talent: Dimensional Trading (Activated)

Abilities: Firearms Proficiency, Kung Fu Master, Modification Master

Evaluation: The Limits of Mortal Limits

Locke is a transmigrator. He doesn't have any cheat codes like systems or chat groups. The only extraordinary thing he has that came with his transmigration is his dimensional trading talent, which allows him to trade with life forms from other dimensions.

Its effects are incredible, but the only problem is that Locke's dimensional trading ability requires sufficiently high-purity energy to activate.

When it comes to high-purity energy, the first thing that comes to mind in the Marvel Universe is naturally the Infinity Stones.

The Infinity Stones on Earth, including the Time Stone, are impossible for the Sorcerer Supreme to obtain, and the Reality Stone is in another dimension. The only one that can be truly accessed is the Space Stone, which exists within S.H.I.E.L.D.

Therefore, thanks to his foresight about the world, Locke has been at odds with S.H.I.E.L.D. for years. After several years of effort, he finally angered the bald-headed stylist, who sent a large number of agents to hunt down Locke. Locke took advantage of this opportunity to single-handedly break into the heavily guarded S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and prepare to steal the Space Stone.

Ultimately, he failed. He did manage to touch the Space Stone, but unfortunately, he was outmaneuvered by that paranoid bald guy who had hidden a Skrull in the S.H.I.E.L.D. vault, and eventually captured Locke.

However, what no one knows is that Locke actually succeeded; he needed the energy of the Space Stone, not the Space Stone itself.

Chapter Two: The Deal with Talking Tom

Once the surroundings returned to silence, Locke glanced up at the dozen or so security cameras scattered around the perimeter of the building, a playful smile playing on his lips.

The next moment, his gaze was fixed on the void.

"It should be about time. Open the Latitude Trading Interface."

Immediately afterwards, a light screen interface that only Locke could see slowly appeared before Locke's eyes.

Accompanied by a series of static-like patterns resembling an unstable signal, the connection was restored in a short while, and on the other end of the screen appeared a cat, a blue cat.

With its big, round eyes, it exudes a cute and silly charm.

But if you really think this is just a silly cat, you're being naive, because this cat's name is Tom!

Tom from Tom and Jerry is an incredible cat that rivals the Big Bad Wolf from Green Green Grassland.

"Tom, is what I asked for ready?" Locke asked directly.

Tom grinned and nodded.

Locke's eyes lit up immediately.

Unlike the Big Bad Wolf who has mastered god-level mechanical skills, Tom's performance is not as exaggerated, but he is actually more versatile. He is proficient in almost all skills in the world, and his invention and creation abilities are also excellent. He can even make a suit of Iron Man armor by hand. Tony Stark is a complete novice in this respect.

Tom's image vanished instantly, almost like teleportation, and reappeared in just one second. Tom now held a box in his hand, containing several milky-white reagents, roughly twenty or thirty of them.

Even Locke couldn't help but show a burning desire when he saw these potions.

This thing is the 'rat poison' that Tom made in the original story. In reality, it is a kind of enhancement drug that can increase Jerry's strength to a terrifying level, with his strength guaranteed to increase by several hundred times, enough to smash an alloy safe with one hand.

Although eager, Locke was not in a hurry, but calmly asked.

"Tom, is this the modified version with an extended effective period, as I instructed?"

Tom nodded quickly, then grinned and flicked out a thumb.

You can always trust Tom!

Locke was increasingly satisfied: "So, how long will it take to take effect?"

Tom disappeared again, and a moment later he had a clock in his hand. Tom reached into the clock and began to press the minute hand repeatedly, making ten full rotations.

Ten minutes! Not too long, but Locke was already quite satisfied, because he remembered that the original version of this thing only took about ten seconds to take effect.

"Good kitty, Tom, you are the best kitty in the world!" Locke gave generous encouragement.

"Good cats should be rewarded."

As soon as his gaze fell, the dried fish that Natasha had prepared earlier vanished from its original spot and appeared next to Tom.

At this moment, Tom didn't pay attention to the dried fish. Instead, he stared blankly at Locke, his throat choked up, and he wiped away tears in large clumps, the tears flowing like a tap being turned on.

Locke's gaze softened further; he knew why.

Tom is awesome, incredibly powerful, but in the end, he's still just a cat.

Tom was once the champion mouse catcher, but he was abandoned by his old owner who no longer had mice. Later, he got a new owner, but he encountered another mouse that was just as amazing. Tom tried very hard to catch the mouse, but he always failed. He was blamed, teased by the mouse, and scolded and complained about by his owner.

Tom, in the end, is just a poor little cat longing for its owner's approval.

At this moment, a heart-shaped icon appeared on the side of the Latitude Trading interface, and it suddenly reached almost the maximum value. If expressed as a percentage, it was now at least 95%.

Seeing this, Locke's breathing became somewhat rapid.

This thing represents the friendliness or affinity between the two parties in a transaction. Once the affinity reaches its maximum value, Locke can open a dimensional portal and summon Tom from the other side to his side.

Tom's manual dexterity is certainly not bad, but Tom himself is even stronger!

Tom is a self-centered being; his fighting ability is entirely based on his self-perception. When he's weak, he gets beaten up by mice and other cats, but when he's strong... well, you should know Tom the Superman.

"Alright, Tom, that's enough for now. I need your help. Give me the medicine first."

Tom wiped away his tears and nodded reluctantly.