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Chapter 463 Bumblebee's Journey (First Update)
Soon.

Mark hangs up the phone and tosses up and down the package containing original Bumblebee audio accessories.

Brian delivered it this morning.

But Mark's phone was not in the service area at the time, and Brian was in a hurry, so he left it at the door.

I have to say that the atmosphere in Mark's community is very good.

Black people can't get in at all.

otherwise.

Ha ha!

Even the light bulbs on the side of the road can be removed for you to see.

"what is this?"

"Audio Accessories."

Mark, who walked into the garage, answered the questions of his daughter who was holding a Chihuahua and followed behind him, while taking out various tools for repairing the car from the shelf in the garage.

Repairing cars is a special course for locals.

After all, the land is vast and there are few people.

What if it breaks down on some highway where no one is seen for an hour and you can't fix it?
Ha ha.

Find out about the fatal bend.

Mark is no exception.

In addition to having a compulsory reason.

A more important reason is that Mark was not very rich at the time.

In order not to lose the scooter, he could only buy cheap parts and repair it himself.

Just say Lyris.

After getting the little purple car given by Mark, my favorite thing to do every afternoon is to open the hood with Gwen and get familiar with the error and replacement of various parts under the guidance of Sergeant George.

squeak!
After opening the car door, Mark sat in the driver's seat and glanced at the Bumblebee's central control and said to himself: "If you still can't drive by yourself after I put it on for you this time, don't blame me for throwing you into the incinerator." inside."

"...Who are you talking to?"

"Bumblebee."

"……mark."

"Ok?"

"Are you sure you don't need to see a psychiatrist?"

"..."

Mark stepped out of the car and glanced at the girl next to her with flickering eyes, and said, "I don't know whether to see a psychiatrist or not, but I know there are only two endings for this car."

Bumblebee:"……"

Why hasn't Mark ditched the Bumblebee for the white Honda he sold?

It's not about hoping that someday the Hornet will be able to wake up and drive itself.

if not.

Does Mark drive to and from get off work all day full of food in this crappy car that blares everywhere but doesn't turn on the radio?
Not all antique cars are called antique cars.

Just the Bumblebee style?

It can only be sold at the price of scrap iron.

Expect to sell for a sky-high price?

After leaving Fox Town, Mark had already given up after trying it once.

Subsequently.

Mark performed a vivid performance of what is called violent repair directly in front of Lailis.

Broken radio?

Directly pinch up and down with two fingers.

pull out.

The remaining zero wire?
What's the point of cleaning it up after removing the center console for ten seconds?

Without exaggeration.

Mark knew more about the anatomy of the bumblebee than he did about his own body.

In the past few years, he has personally repaired the bumblebee more times than he repaired himself.

Soon.

Mark installed the new audio accessories.

Subsequently.

Rubbing his hands together, he twisted the car key expectantly.

chug.

chug.

Lyris, who was holding Cerberus, stood outside the car and asked, "Is it broken?"

Mark's mouth twitched.

After half an hour.

Mark shook off the oil on his hands and said to himself without temper: "Very well, I think the chances of you going into the incinerator are greater than the chances of adopting you."

Mark had given up on it.

If this bumblebee could be a bumblebee?
Ha ha.

Mark didn't say enough, who knows if reality will teach him to be a man again.

Love?

Mark didn't like it much.

talking.

Mark got in the car again and started the ignition.

Chu Chu Chu!
The Hornet's hood shook for a while, and then billows of smoke spewed out of the exhaust pipe.

Afterwards?

Thick smoke filled the entire garage.

quite a while.

Mark stood on the lawn at the door, and a grilled smoke in his hand burned quietly.

Looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

Mark's endless sadness was reflected in his eyes.

Next to Lailisi, with her mouth puffed up and her hips on her hips, she could faintly see some dark spots on her face.

In the garage behind Mark.

Bumblebee stayed in place quietly.

It was like a corpse lying peacefully on the anatomy table that was about to be dissected.

Ok.

This hornet is not the hornet that drives itself.

Mark took a deep breath of the cigarette in his hand and waited to turn around again.

The right cigarette butt fell off.

A chainsaw fell into Mark's palm in an instant.

If not, don't blame him for being cruel.

Fortunately, he thought that with the glasses, the bumblebee belonged to that bumblebee.

Now it seems?

Wrong mess.

Chu Chu Chu!
The sound of the chainsaw connected to the power source in the sky under the starlight makes people shudder.

Soon.

Mark hands up...

"and many more."

"..."

Mark held the chainsaw coldly and looked at Lailis who suddenly made a sound without speaking.

The latter took his own towel and wiped the dust off his face, pointed to somewhere on the bumblebee and said, "What is this, you didn't seem to have this on your car before."

Mark was silent for a while.

Cut off the power supply of the chainsaw, then walk to Lailisi and look in the direction of Lailisi's finger.

into the eye.

The pattern symbolizing the Autobot logo is quietly engraved on the lower right corner of the driving door of the bumblebee.

very similar...

A hard-working salted fish struggling to survive and want to escape the fate of being dissected.

Mark touched his chin with a thoughtful expression.

Could it be that although the radio system has been repaired, it will take a while to fully restore it?
If you think about it carefully, it is not impossible.

Subsequently.

Mark returned the chainsaw to its original position, clapped his hands, looked at the bumblebee and seemed to be talking to himself, and said, "Okay, I'll give you a little more time, and next time, if there's something wrong with it, it's no nonsense to just dissect it."

He is rushing to sleep and rush to repair his main bumblebee system: "..."

Bumblebee is quite aggrieved at the moment.

Meeting Mark is simply the most unlucky thing that Bumblebee thinks.

It was accidentally blown up when it landed on the earth.

Then, in order to restore it, it can only be turned into a car that was first seen on the street at that time.

Casually fell into a dormant state.

When he woke up, he thought he had been repaired by ignorant humans.

The results of it?
During the 14 years, Bumblebee watched in a daze how he was abused by the angry female creature and could not resist.

A full 14 years.

Do you really think that mechanical life doesn't care about time?
and.

Bumblebee even watched how Mark repaired his various parts.

But he has always turned a blind eye to the sound problem connected to the core of his transformation.

then.

The bumblebee has been immobile for so many years.

From the beginning of the annoyance intentionally creating some problems to attract Mark's attention.

until now?
Bumblebee wants to cry.

It is clear that this earth is an indigenous planet that cannot even enter the interstellar world?
What the hell is the lord of the underworld in front of me doing?

Master Pluto’s private interview on Weibo?

(End of this chapter)