American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

At this moment, in Hydra's base.

Locke leaned lazily on the sofa, while the White Queen nestled in his arms, letting Locke play with her hair.

Before them was a scarlet light screen, on which was clearly the scene that Baldy had just experienced.

The White Queen watched the bald-headed man on the screen with great interest.

"I know a little about this bald-headed guy; he's the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., a very ruthless guy."

Locke nodded: "Yes, black-hearted, suspicious, his inner self is no different from his disgusting black skin."

"Looks like you really hate that guy."

"It's not a matter of liking or disliking; to me, he's more like a vicious dog."

"There are some things that are not very convenient to do, but with just a little guidance, this paranoid guy will carry them out with blind confidence and full of drive."

"Sounds like a suitable tool."

"Some people have already given it a perfect score."

"But what if the vicious dog wants to kill its master?"

"Then just crush them. That's not difficult."

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Second Latitude Transaction

Inside Locke's private room, Locke's expression was much more serious than before.

Formation: Locke Payne

Talent: Dimensional Trade (Cooled Down)

Abilities: Firearms Proficiency, Kung Fu Master, Modification Master

Extraordinary Abilities: Chaos Power, Knight's Breathing Technique (Apprentice), Forbidden Meditation (Beginner)

Evaluation: Top-notch on the ground

Locke narrowed his eyes slightly; a month had finally passed.

After reaching 100% affinity with Tom, the dimensional trading ability will cool down. According to the description, it will take time to explore other world coordinates, which will take one month.

Unlike the initial activation which requires a large amount of energy, this only requires waiting time. So Locke has been waiting all this time. Until today, the dimensional trading has cooled down, which means that the tradable worlds have obviously been locked.

"Connection established!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the light screen unfolded, revealing familiar snowflake patterns. A moment later, a young man appeared on the other side of the screen.

It's more accurate to call him a boy than a man. He doesn't look very old, probably just a high school student. He's quite handsome, but for some reason, he gives off a somewhat gloomy feeling.

Locke raised an eyebrow. This big boy had a strangely familiar feeling to him, but only a slight one. He must have seen him by chance, but hadn't paid much attention.

The young man looked at the screen, and for the first time, a look of wariness appeared on his face.

"who are you?"

"What's so strange about this?"

"Some kind of surveillance device?"

The surveillance equipment and the background of the room suggested a modern world, and Locke immediately gleaned some useful information.

"Your name." Locke did not answer the other person's question.

"Damn it, tell me, what is this thing?!" The big boy opposite him showed obvious signs of agitation.

He has a bad temper, an impatient personality, and a hidden, suppressed tyranny; he's a little guy who could turn evil at any moment.

Locke's understanding of the other party became increasingly clear.

However, he also became puzzled.

Just like the first dimensional transaction, the target of the transaction was directly Tom, the second protagonist. According to Locke's understanding, to achieve the target of a dimensional transaction, even if he is not the protagonist, he should at least be an important supporting character.

The problem is, why doesn't he remember any protagonist with such a volatile temper? As for the supporting characters, there are quite a few who are volatile, but he can't recall any at this age.

Could he be just a fleeting extra in some storyline?

Thinking this, Locke snapped his fingers, and a scarlet flame rose slowly from his fingertip.

"First, state your name; this is a basic rule of dimensional trading."

The young man stared blankly at the crimson flame at Locke's fingertip. Instead of the curiosity, confusion, and shock Locke had expected, his eyes revealed a sense of apprehension, repression, and even a hint of hostility.

"You are also one of the lucky ones who received that divine blessing!"

Good news: the other party is no stranger to supernatural abilities, and what we're facing isn't some worthless, magic-free world.

The bad news is that the other side seems to be very resistant to supernatural beings.

No, it wasn't just resistance; it was a sense of resentment and hatred, as if someone had taken away a precious treasure that belonged to them.

Locke became increasingly curious about what kind of world the other side was.

"The Black Robe Reconnaissance Team? That fits somewhat, but I don't remember having such a big boy in them."

"A gift? Perhaps you could say that." Locke decided to try a different approach, first trying to gather some information by following the other party's line of thought.

Unexpectedly, the big boy opposite suddenly moved, his eyes scanning up and down as if looking for something, while one hand was also constantly groping.

Locke's expression hardened at the other party's actions; something was definitely amiss.

"Dimensional trading is a special type of trading that transcends all time, space, and dimensions!"

"You can trade across dimensions to acquire anything you need: delicious food, wealth, power, and even immortality!"

Unexpectedly, Locke's words, which were supposed to be quite tempting, instantly enraged the big boy on the other side. With a casual grab, a hammer flew through the air and was caught by the big boy, who then began to furiously smash the trading interface.

"No matter what damned you are!"

"Get out! Disappear!"

"I am the only god in this world!"

The first test of the Dimensional Trading Interface also displayed a message: "Trader has developed strong resistance, and the transaction has been interrupted!"

Instantly, the Dimensional Trading platform went completely black.

Locke stared calmly at the blacked-out screen and gently tapped his temple.

"The modern world possesses extraordinary power, and this power seems to be bestowed by something."

"High above, defining themselves as gods who are superior to humans."

"They are very resistant to other extraordinary beings, and believe or even yearn to be unique."

"Finally, the extraordinary power seems to be an ability similar to telekinesis."

The known information was categorized in my mind one by one, and gradually, some ideas began to form in my mind.

"I think I know which world is on the other side now."

"If it really is another world, then this world itself is worthless, only the crystal that can grant people abilities is somewhat unusual."

Thinking this, Locke's eyes did not reveal any greed or burning desire, but instead showed a cold gleam.

A world of little value seems perfect for an experiment, one that Locke has always been curious about.

That is, what changes would occur to the trading interface if the other trader disappeared?

A tiny, insect-like creature dares to provoke him repeatedly? Does it really think Locke has no temper?

Chapter Thirty: Not Everyone Will Forgive Your Foul Mouth

The following day, as soon as he saw that the Latitude Trading session was about to begin, Locke reopened the Latitude Trading interface.

The familiar gloomy boy appeared in the light screen, but this time the boy was in very bad condition, his whole body wrapped up like a mummy, and he looked like he had suffered a serious injury.

It seemed to be the world he had imagined, the world called "Chronicle," and judging from the appearance, the plot was already in its later stages. Locke understood.

"It's you again!" The severely injured boy on the other side became excited the moment he saw Locke.

"Damn it, get out! Get out of here!"

Locke remained silent, then waved his hand, and a row of objects appeared in his line of sight. Instantly, the entire screen shone with golden light.

The dazzling golden light almost blinded the violent youth.

gold!

Rows upon rows of gold, almost piled up into a small mountain!

"Clang, clang, clang..." Locke picked up a piece at random and tapped it lightly. Yue'er's voice proved that it was indeed genuine gold.

The violent youth's eyes widened again. No one hates gold, let alone a teenager living under capitalism!

"Glug, glug, glug..."

Even though he was already severely injured, the violent youth still couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Judging from your appearance, something must have happened to you in your area."

"So here's the question: why do you still love everything about that place so much?"

"Some little things, some little things that not many people would notice, can be exchanged for these rows of golden little cuties. Aren't they the most charming little cuties?"

The violent youth was clearly tempted. A boy who was in a dark state and had killed his best friend who tried to comfort him without any mercy would not care about any deal. Even if he was a walking 500,000, what did it matter?

Humans are merely lower life forms.

However, the violent youth quickly shook his head in refusal.

"No, I don't need it!"

"I can rob a bank, get lost, I don't need your stuff!"

Locke narrowed his eyes slightly. Was it the boy's inexplicable pride? Or perhaps his fear of him?

Without much thought, the fact that the other party didn't immediately stop the transaction was an opportunity.

With a wave of his hand, another thing appeared in Locke's hand: rows of reagents.

"You don't need wealth, but what about a healthy body?"

"This is a powerful healing potion that can instantly heal all your injuries. You don't want to keep dragging on with your current badly injured body, do you?"

This time, the violent youth's eyes flickered violently.

Even if he resisted and feared the other party, healing his body was his weakness. As a 'god' of the new era, he could not accept lying here forever. This was not the demeanor of a 'god'!

"How do I know if you're lying to me or not!" the violent youth said aggressively.

Locke smiled slightly, casually took out a dagger, and lightly sliced ​​his palm. Instantly, a horrifying wound appeared on his palm, almost splitting it in two, and blood gushed out. Throughout the entire process, Locke's expression remained unchanged.

The next moment, Locke took out a reagent, dripped half of it onto his palm, and under the slightly wide eyes of the violent youth, the entire horrifying injury was rapidly repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was completely healed in just a few breaths.

Locke flipped his hand over; his smooth hand was no different from when he wasn't injured.

The violent youth's breathing became rapid instantly.

After thinking for a moment, he cautiously asked, "What do you want?"

"Technology and food."

"If I'm not mistaken, you live in a technologically advanced world, which is very important to me. As for food, that's just my personal hobby."

The violent youth hesitated for a moment, then looked at a takeout order next to him. It was brought to him by his cousin and was now cold. A strange smile inexplicably appeared on the corner of the violent youth's mouth and disappeared in an instant.

"it is good!"

"I'll trade this delicious food for your medicine."

“Okay.” Locke nodded.

I want the one you're holding!

"Half of this has already been used."

"No, I want it!" The violent youth glared fiercely at the person opposite him.

“Okay~” Locke shrugged.

"Then let's exchange them."