American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

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"Alright, enough talk. We'll do the modifications when we have more time later."

"Steel Lock, what are you waiting for? Transform into a cooler car and take you guys out for some fun."

.........

At the Colorado Dam, a figure calmly and leisurely arrived deep inside the dam, completely ignoring the heavily guarded personnel.

Suddenly, a huge frozen robot came into view.

A miniature Steel Whip peeked out from behind Locke's head, flapping its wings, and glanced at him: "Boss, this looks like Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons. I didn't expect him to be frozen here."

Locke nodded, looking at Megatron with a scrutinizing gaze.

To be honest, aside from being a typical villain, Megatron isn't that great. His fighting ability isn't that strong; human weapons can kill him. In fact, in a one-on-one fight, Dinobots are basically no weaker than him.

.... . . .

Locke wasn't concerned with force, but rather with this guy's position.

Transformers have always had a big boss in every generation, but Megatron is the only one who is the eternal villain and Optimus Prime's 'true love'.

Such a character, if placed in a novel, would be a specific big boss, whose importance would even surpass those who are far stronger than Megatron.

The reason Locke thought of these things was because he was estimating something.

No matter what, Supreme Taijun, that cunning ugly monkey, is undoubtedly the number one in this world. Supreme Taijun's status in the Transformers world is similar to Chaos's status in the Greek mythology world.

Unlike Chaos, which is too divine and more like a rule-based will that encompasses the entire world, or, in Locke's words, the ultimate form of divinity.

The Supreme Lord is completely different. This cunning monkey is impossible to be a purely divine being. No universe's great cosmic will would transform into a cunning monkey; that would be too shameful!

The other party is more likely to take a human-centered approach; they're a person who enjoys themselves, no, a monkey who enjoys themselves.

The problem is obvious: a "funny monkey" is the master of its own universe, and that universe is its canvas, its playground. Since the other party is a GM (Game Master) with access to privileges at any time, Locke has no way to find them using legitimate means.

This has nothing to do with strength. It's simply that this world is the other party's backyard, and the other party has the highest authority. They might not be able to defeat Locke in a fight, but Locke really can't hide from them.

To lure out such a guy, you have to disrupt the monkey's entertainment circle and make him so angry that he jumps out and smashes the plate. In this case, the importance of Megatron, this special villain, becomes obvious.

So, how do we play?

Locke looked Megatron up and down.

Suddenly, a strange, mischievous look appeared in Locke's eyes.

"Got it!" 9.

Chapter 129 Sorry, he's taking a shower.

A car transformed from a steel lock sped along the road, while three shrunken mechanical dinosaurs clung to the car windows, shouting and yelling.

Please forgive their naivety. They may be faster than most cars, but they can't fit in any of them. Even a car of Optimus Prime's caliber would be crushed by the weight of it. So, riding in a car is definitely an experience these little dinosaurs have never had before.

"I should find a girl instead of hanging out here with a few mechanical dinosaurs," Locke said, pursing his lips.

While complaining, Locke casually turned on a computer, opened a shopping website, and entered a few keywords such as "glasses" and "Arctic exploration". Soon, the idiot name "Wanrenmi217" appeared in Locke's sight.

Too lazy to waste time arguing with that empty-headed young man across the street, I simply placed an order and bought the item at a not-so-low price.

The glasses that supposedly contained information about the AllSpark were meaningless to Locke. He bought them only to prevent Optimus Prime and his gang from being misled by them and wasting their time running around.

After all, the more time those Autobots wasted, the further back Locke's grand plan would have to be pushed after April 13th.

"Crench!"

The steel lock braked suddenly, almost throwing a group of little dinosaurs off the spot.

"Sir, if you don't mind, please take me with you..."

Michaela, who had just opened the car door, looked at Locke with a bewildered expression. It wasn't because Locke was too handsome—well, the man in front of her was indeed very handsome, had good taste, and the car was beautiful and obviously very valuable.

But the question is... why are you sitting in the passenger seat?

Michaela looked up at the driver's seat with a blank expression. Good, there was no one there!

So here's the question: how did this car, which was traveling at least 80 km/h, manage to start?

As for why she dared to stop a car traveling at 80 km/h, well, she didn't dare. She pushed her idiot ex-boyfriend over there. If he didn't die, she could stop the car; if he did, it would be even better.

"Damn it, you damn bitch, how dare you do this! I'll kill you!"

A certain passerby, cursing and swearing, took a pistol from his car, walked a few steps to the front of the car, and was about to teach Locke a lesson.

Locke watched the spectacle with great interest. It was indeed a good show. He was familiar with the woman; if he remembered correctly, her name was Michaela, a very hot and beautiful fox-like woman with a great figure. As for the man, who cared about such unimportant things?

Michaela's face paled instantly when she saw the bastard approaching with a gun. Without even thinking about the driver and passenger seats, she pounded on the car window: "Sir, please take me away! He'll kill us!"

No, he won't.

"No, he will!"

"Okay, he won't."

Not only did Michaela change her mind, but so did a certain passerby, because a Gatling gun had already been pointed at the passerby's forehead.

Looking at the small pistol in his hand and then at the Gatling gun of the other party, he felt his body go limp and almost collapsed to the ground.

No one can stay tough when six cold gun barrels are pressed against their forehead. No one!

"Get in, ma'am, what are you waiting for?"

If Michaela was eager to get in the car before, now she's starting to hesitate. Damn it, what's with pulling out a Gatling gun so casually? Even if guns are plentiful, is this something an ordinary person can pull out?

Most importantly, where did this man pull it out from?!

The passenger seat is so small, you can see everything at a glance, there's absolutely no place to hide a gun!

After hesitating for a moment, Michaela still chose to get on the bus. After all, that Gatling gun was too much of a "truth," and no one dared to say no to the handsome guy who held such a "truth."

"But where should I sit?"

Locke casually pointed to the driver's seat, and Michaela sat down without hesitation.

"Sir, your car doesn't have a start button."

"We don't need that. Let's go, Steel Lock."

"Okay, boss."

The vehicle restarted instantly.

Michaela: ? ? ? ?

"Autonomous driving? And is that the legendary artificial intelligence?" Michaela's eyes lit up. As a girl whose father had been influenced by the car thief since childhood, it was hard for her not to be interested in these mechanical creations.

A large hand suddenly appeared on Michaela's exposed, long, beautiful legs.

"Madam, you have too many questions."

Mikaela's forehead immediately showed a string of black lines. Considering the other party's mystery (autonomous driving, artificial intelligence, etc., clearly indicating power and influence) and the fact that he held the truth (Gatling gun), well, she temporarily suppressed her fiery temper.

One hand was caressing her jade-like legs, while the other hand held a Gatling gun, which he casually shoved into the small compartment in front of the passenger seat.

Michaela: ? ? ? ?

Wait, how come a Gatling gun can fit in that tiny compartment?

Damn it, that thing's barrel is longer than two compartments!

Mikaela stared at the little square with great curiosity.

"What, would you like something to drink?"

"No, no, wait, what's here?"

"You can have whatever you want to drink."

Michaela pouted. "I want to drink Romanée-Conti. Do you have any here?"

"Of course~"

He casually opened the small compartment, took out a bottle of Romanée-Conti, and handed it to Michaela.

Michaela: ? ? ? ?

No, my curiosity is getting the better of me!

Is this really just a compartment, or some kind of treasure chest?

She'd seen that blue Doraemon too!

"Never mind, just give me a Coke." The wine is good, but it's definitely not suitable to drink right now.

Locke didn't say anything, casually stuffed the Romanée-Conti back in, and took out a bottle of Coke.

Michaela: It's confirmed, it must be the treasure chest!

It has to be said that at this moment, Michaela's curiosity about Locke reached its peak. Women are known for their strong curiosity, and this man was repeatedly piquing it—who could resist that?

More importantly, this man is really handsome!

A super handsome, super mysterious... top agent? Alien? Skywalker? Maybe... not quite?

…………

The next day, Locke, wearing a bathrobe and fiddling with something in front of the computer, was approached by Michaela, who was wearing a white men's shirt that revealed her long, beautiful legs. Michaela wrapped her arms around Locke's neck.

"Honey, I made lunch. Would you like some?"

"Wait a minute."

"What are you doing?" Michaela asked curiously.

"Waiting for the delivery."

"Express delivery? What kind of express delivery is so important?"

"The delivery itself isn't important; the delivery that follows is more important."

Michaela: ? ? ? ?

Are you reciting a rhyme to me?

"Knock knock knock..." A rhythmic, but not very loud, knocking sound rang out.

Sam Witwick looked at the enormous, luxurious detached villa in front of him with a complicated expression; it was something he had longed for his whole life but could never have.

Moreover, owning such a house certainly means no shortage of luxury cars and beautiful women; thinking about it this way, I became even more envious.

"Thank goodness, I still have Michaela!"

Recalling the alluring figure and face of his dream goddess, Sam suddenly felt a surge of heat. If he could sell these glasses, he'd have enough money to buy any car, like a Porsche, and then he could boldly ask out his goddess, Michaela, and then... hehehehe...

Sam couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

With a creak, the villa's door opened.

"Hello sir, I'm here to deliver..."

"Mikaela!!"

Sam suddenly widened his eyes, staring blankly at the person opposite him, utterly dumbfounded.

Rub your eyes, rub your eyes again, and take a closer look.

It really is Michaela!

How could this be? Why is it Michaela?

Michaela's family owns a huge villa? Is the goddess's family really that well-off? Could he try living off her?

Wait, no, wasn't the person he was trading with a different man?

Looking at the other person's attire again, it was clearly a men's shirt, with long, beautiful legs below.

Click!

A crack suddenly appeared in the heart of a young boy.

Michaela looked curiously at the ordinary-looking boy in front of her: "Do you know me?"

“No, this…”

"Okay, it's not really important. You're the 'heartthrob 217' that you mentioned, right? He's taking a shower right now and it's not convenient for him. Give me the things."