Homelander Comics

Michaela considers herself to be a vulgar person, not at all noble enough to regard money as dirt. Her desire to lick the hearts of wealthy noblemen is the same as those boys' desire to lick the hearts of rich women.

Who doesn’t want to get something for nothing?

As a woman, she always has to do fill-in-the-blank questions with men. If it's not Bai Ye, it will be someone else. Compared to a man like Sam who has a coat, a funny look, a medical record, an IQ as high as hemorrhoids, and a way of talking that can spit, why doesn't she find Bai Ye, who is the top candidate in terms of appearance, money, and strength?

She didn't ask for much. If the young master had a good time, a reward of tens of thousands of dollars would be enough to improve her destiny.

then.

Michaela's sexy and charming face was soon covered with a layer of white frost.

Chapter 233 You are so coquettish

The next day.

Michaela woke up, got up from the custom-made Simmons mattress, stood in front of the French window of Bai Ye's house, and stepped barefoot on the handmade silk carpet...

She could feel that every item in Bai Ye's house exuded the fragrance of US dollars. They were top-notch luxury items that she probably could not afford even if she worked her whole life.

"So this is the real top chaebol? So rich."

Michaela turned around and saw Bai Ye was still sleeping. She felt sticky and uncomfortable, so she went to the closet in the bedroom and opened it...

What caught my eye were all luxury clothes, Chanel, Gucci, Dior...

“I want all these things so much!”

Michaela's eyes were sparkling with stars. She was sure that 99% of the women in the world could not resist the charm of the Bai Ye family's ladies' wardrobe.

But Michaela still had self-awareness. Her eyes slid over each piece of clothing reluctantly, and finally she just picked up a piece of Didylan's pajamas and covered her sexy wheat-colored skin.

There was a dripping sound in the bathroom.

When Michaela finished her shower, put on a bath towel and walked out of the bathroom, she saw Bai Ye lying on the bed, playing with his cell phone.

"Are you hungry?" Bai Ye asked with a smile when he saw Michaela coming out, "If you want to eat something, just tell me and I'll ask the butler to prepare it."

Michaela touched her belly with a six-pack and smiled:

"I'm really a little hungry."

"But..."

She walked like a cat to Bai Ye's bed, took off her slippers, and then pounced on the bed, making the whole bed shake.

"I still prefer breakfast that I make myself."

She knelt on the bed and crawled towards Bai Ye.

Her face is rosy and her eyes are charming.

With an aggressive look, she stopped at Bai Ye's abdomen, her eyes as fiery as fire. She lowered her head, opened her mouth, and then bit the string of Bai Ye's pajamas with her teeth. With a light pull, she untied the bath towel around Bai Ye's waist.

"Well--!"

Bai Ye took a breath of cold air.

……

At the dining table, Michaela wiped the white milk stains from the corner of her mouth and looked up at Bai Ye's living room.

"I was so busy last night that I didn't even notice it. Now that I've taken a closer look, I realize that your home is so luxurious, isn't it? It's worthy of being a chaebol's home." She enviously said, "And I'm so poor that I can barely afford to eat... How did you make so much money? If you have any secrets, can you teach me?"

Bai Ye shrugged: "Secret? What secret is there? If I have to give one, it's the greatest wonder in the world - the rich are suffering, while the poor are enjoying themselves."

Michaela: "..."

Are you talking human language?

If you don't know how to speak human words, just say it. Don't say this to attract hatred. I want to beat you to death now.

"Do you think I'm kidding you? Actually, I'm serious." Bai Ye was not ashamed, but proud. He said confidently: "In the past era of material scarcity, poverty and suffering were linked together, and the poor had to suffer. But in this era of overproduction, even the poor don't have to suffer. They can afford to watch short videos, live broadcasts and entertainment programs, and play games every day. So for the poor, indulging in the pleasure and pleasure that is within their reach, they would rather lie in the comfort zone at the bottom and numb themselves than to hone themselves."

"On the contrary, in this era, it is the turn of the rich to suffer, because if a rich person wants to maintain or increase his wealth, he must keep evolving and improving day by day. This is a kind of suffering. The rich have to work N times harder to create and keep the kingdom they have built."

"Of course, this is also because the rich do not allow the poor to suffer in order to maintain their status. The cruelest truth of this world is that the poor, who account for 99%, support the rich, who account for 1%. The biggest purpose of the existence of poverty is to serve as auxiliary materials for the operation of society, to help the top people live better and realize various freedoms."

"hehe."

Michaela sneered.

Do you really think I'm a silly girl? Can I believe your nonsense?

I stopped playing with word picking when I was five or six years old.

The rich are suffering, but what kind of suffering can they endure? Going to the golf course to play a few rounds of golf, holding a grand banquet, flying first class around the world to discuss business?

Damn it, in this context of class stratification, no matter how much the poor give, they can't escape the shackles of class, so they have no choice but to lie down, and then you say they deserve to be poor because they didn't work hard?

To put it bluntly, don't you just want to PUA the poor and call on everyone to work hard and become a good leek?

If I have a rich dad, I know that no matter what I do, he can back me up, so how can I not want to try everything and do everything instead of just lying at home playing with my phone? Rich people can try countless times and have countless opportunities, while poor people...if they fail once, they can only jump off the building.

So tell me, how can I work hard? Especially when my father is still in prison and I have to earn my living expenses and tuition fees by myself.

Due to Bai Ye's identity, Michaela didn't want to argue with him. She thought for a moment and said:

"By the way, you said yesterday that you would prepare 92-octane gasoline for breakfast for that robot."

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten this. I asked the butler to prepare it a long time ago."

Bai Ye smiled.

When Michaela arrived at Bai Ye's garage, she discovered that Bumblebee had turned into a robot and was drinking No. 95 gasoline with great joy.

Bai Ye was definitely joking when he said 92-octane gasoline, 95-octane gasoline was pretty much the same.

As for 98 gasoline...

That must be something that Bumblebee can only have after making a contribution.

It was fed with 98# gasoline from the beginning. If it performed meritorious service in the future, how could Bai Ye reward it? There was no reward to be given. If it performed meritorious service too well, it would shock the master. This was a way to death.

Bai Ye thinks that in the future, the Transformers will have to adopt a last-in-first-out elimination system.

Only Transformers who have done a good job and made great contributions can drink No. 98 gasoline; those who have made some contributions but not too much can drink No. 95 gasoline; as for those incompetent guys, they are only worthy of drinking No. 92 gasoline.

Eating from a big pot is definitely not a good idea.

Otherwise, there will be more and more Transformers on the earth in the future, and every time you see one, you will make him drink 98-grade gasoline... What kind of family is that?

Do you have a mine at home or something?

Bumblebee didn't care about 95 or 92 gasoline, because Cybertron was destroyed due to resource depletion. If the resources were depleted, what good food could he eat? After wandering in space for so long, it was good enough to have something to eat. What else did he need a bicycle for? Not to mention 95 or 92 gasoline, he could even drink 87 gasoline. Under the Autobots' high moral standards, Bumblebee had never taken the initiative to steal gasoline from Earthlings. He had been starving for a long time, and Bai Ye now opened up to supply him with 95 gasoline, which made Bumblebee look at Bai Ye more friendly. For example, the loser Sam gave him 92 gasoline and only filled up half a tank of gasoline each time, which made him unable to eat enough.

Bai Ye didn't stop supplying gasoline until Bumblebee started to burp.

By this time, the garage was almost full of gasoline barrels.

Bumblebees have quite a big appetite.

"Alright Bumblebee, have you contacted Optimus Prime? I need to talk to him about something. If he's scared, he can choose the place."

Bai Ye asked.

"I have contacted... Optimus Prime... and agreed... to meet with you... I~~~"

"But he has other things to deal with... You need to wait for a while... Wait~~~"

"That's it..."

Bai Ye touched his chin, thoughtfully.

"So what should we do today?" Michaela looked at Bai Ye and asked curiously, "Should we take Bumblebee to the Avengers?"

"Why go to the Avengers? If we stay in New York and wait for the Decepticons and Autobots to fight, will we be able to catch up? By then, the opportunity will be gone." Bai Ye thought for a while and said, "Why don't we drive around Los Angeles today and see if we can run into other Autobots or Decepticons?"

"Decepticons...danger!" Bumblebee was anxious and said immediately: "Optimus Prime...I...will protect you!"

"Don't go to...dangerous places!"

"Do you think I should be afraid of the Decepticons?" Bai Ye raised the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly: "You are wrong, Bumblebee, the Decepticons should be afraid of me!"

Los Angeles.

Bai Ye drove Rafa, transformed by Bumblebee, around the city to see if he could lure the big Decepticons like Vertigo, Roadblock, and Starscream to come and have them capture a living Decepticon and give it to Ivan Vanko for research so that he could create a more powerful steel armor.

But Bumblebee was ultimately no match for Bai Ye.

Michaela sat in Bai Ye's passenger seat.

This tiger girl is not afraid of any danger. On the contrary, she likes a thrilling life. It is a great feeling to work with superheroes and Autobots to defeat the evil Decepticons that invade the earth.

"Bumblebee, what do Decepticons look like? Do they look fierce and brutal?"

Michaela asked excitedly.

Bumblebee was confused and didn't know how to answer.

Bai Ye answered for him: "There is no essential difference between the Decepticons and the Autobots. It's just that one loves peace and the other likes to start wars, that's all. It's just that the Decepticons are basically airplanes, and the Autobots ...It’s just cars. In terms of mobility and attack power, the Decepticons are more powerful.”

"So, the Autobots are relatively weak?"

"It seems so, but the Autobots have always been lucky. They are always able to turn the tide and defeat the Decepticons."

Bai Ye was chatting with Michaela when suddenly he felt an unusual gaze.

After a while.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. While driving, he pretended to take out Witwicky's glasses and began to study them.

Bai Ye drove the car to a villa in nearby Beverly Hills. After parking the Bumblebee in the garage, he brought Michaela into the villa.

It didn't take long.

A small silver-white robot sneaked up to the outside of the villa and sneaked in after detecting for a while.

confusion!

He belongs to Sound Wave's tape army. He is small in size and can be turned into various small appliances in daily life. He is the partner of roadblocks. He does not have much combat power himself, but he is a good hand at collecting intelligence because he uses his small size to He is flexible and lurks in unknown corners. He is also good at invading computer systems, uploading and stealing files.

At the same time, Chaos can also increase its destructive power by rotating the drum-like parts in its body, creating a high-frequency sound of 340 decibels, which can disrupt the functions of the internal electronic components of all robots within range.

"Glasses...glasses..."

Mi Luan sneaked into the villa and began frantically looking for the antique glasses that it had seen Bai Ye playing with before.

The Decepticons have been waiting for the Allspark and their leader Megatron for a long time, and now it's time to rebuild Cybertron.

In the attic, Miluan saw Bai Ye, who was sitting in the empty living room with his legs crossed, spinning around with his hands on the legs of his glasses, and chatting and laughing with Michaela.

"Glasses! Give me your glasses!"

Miluan let out an extremely sharp whistle.

The sudden noise made Michaela cover her ears in pain, feeling like her head was about to explode.

Miluan took this opportunity to pounce towards Bai Ye, trying to snatch the glasses from Bai Ye's hands.

such a pity.

Bai Ye waited for Mi Luan to come closer, then he stretched out his hand and grabbed Mi Luan's neck.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Mi Luan felt a huge force that clamped him tightly, making it impossible for a Transformer like him to struggle or delay at all.

He threatened Bai Ye:

"Boy, do you know who I am? I am Chaos, an important member of the Decepticon Tape Corps. Let me go quickly, hand over those glasses, and be my slave. Otherwise, when the Decepticons rule the earth, you will be in trouble."

"You will feel real fear and endure the pain of slavery - you will have to work eight full hours a day, with only three meals and snacks a day. You will only have milk in the morning and only an hour for lunch. Bonuses will only be given three times a year, and you will only have two months of annual leave. The most vicious thing is that your salary will only increase once every four months! You can only get three times the salary for overtime, and you are forced to work out for an hour after get off work! There is only one day of psychological counseling a week. Haha, you will die of exhaustion!"

"How is it? Are you scared after hearing what I said? Who can bear this kind of slavery? Why don't you join us Decepticons immediately? Boy, I think you have good qualifications. I can reluctantly accept you as my little brother. With my support, you don't have to be like those other lowly earthlings!"

white night:"……"

"Is there such a good thing?" Michaela's eyes lit up: "Lord Chaos, when will your Decepticon army arrive on Earth? I can't wait."

"Young man, this is not how you run business. An 8-hour workday... Can't you handle all the business on earth? Young people, don't mess up the market. Think more about others before doing business!"

Bai Ye pinched Mi Luan in annoyance.

If everyone were like you Decepticons, how would we capitalists on Earth survive?

"Damn it! How dare you resist?"