American comics: Opening Trading Tom Cat

The car that Grimlock transformed into sped along the road, and three mechanical dinosaurs that had shrunk were lying in front of the car windows and yelling.

Please forgive their ignorance. They may run faster than most cars, but they can't sit in any car. Even Optimus Prime would be crushed. So riding in a car is definitely an experience that these little dinosaurs have never had before.

"I should find a girl instead of accompanying a few mechanical dinosaurs and yelling here." Locke curled his lips.

While complaining, Locke casually turned on a computer and clicked on a shopping website. He typed in a few keywords such as glasses and Arctic exploration. Soon, the silly name of Charming 217 appeared in Locke's sight. Too lazy to talk nonsense with the empty guy opposite, he directly paid a high price to buy the thing.

This pair of glasses with so-called information about the source of fire has no meaning to Locke. He bought it just to prevent Optimus Prime and his group from being misled by this thing and wasting time running around.

After all, the more time that group of Autobots waste, the more the good show arranged by Locke will be postponed.

""Crack!"

Grimlock braked suddenly and almost threw a group of little dinosaurs out on the spot.

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

Michaela, who had just opened the car door, looked at Locke with a confused face. It was not because Locke was too handsome. Well, the man in front of him was indeed handsome and had good taste. The car was very beautiful and it was obviously worth a lot of money.

But the question was... why were you sitting in the passenger seat?

Michaela looked up at the main driver's seat in a daze. Good, there was indeed no one!

So the question was, how did this car, which had just reached a speed of at least 80 miles per hour, start to move?

As for why she dared to stop a car that was going 80 miles per hour, ahem, she didn't dare. She pushed her stupid ex-boyfriend over. If she didn't die, she could stop the car. If she died, it would be even easier.

"Damn it, damn it bitch, you dare to do this, I must kill you!"

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

Locke watched this good show with interest. It was indeed a good show. He was familiar with the woman. Her name was Michaela, a very hot fox beauty with a great body. As for the man, who cares about those unimportant things.

Michaela looked at the bastard who came over with a gun, her face changed immediately, and she didn't have time to think about the problem of the driver and the co-pilot. She knocked on the car window hard:"Sir, please take me away, he will kill us!"

"No, he won't"

"No, he will!"

"Well, he won't."

Not only did Michaela change his mind, but so did a 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 opponent's Gatling gun, his whole body suddenly softened and he almost collapsed to the ground.

No one can stand up when six cold gun barrels are against their foreheads, no one!

""Get in the car, lady, what are you waiting for~"

If Michaela couldn't wait to get in the car before, she began to hesitate now. Damn it, what the hell is a Gatling gun? Even if guns are rampant, can ordinary people take out this thing?

The most important thing is, where did this man get it from? There is only a small space on the co-pilot seat, and you can see everything at a glance. There is no place to hide the gun!

After hesitating for a while, Michaela still chose to get in the car. After all, that Gatling gun is too truth. No one dares to say no to the handsome guy holding this truth.

"But where should I sit?"

Locke pointed to the main driver's seat, and Michaela sat on it without hesitation.

"Sir, your car has no start button"

"You don't need that kind of stuff. Let's go, Grimlock."

""Okay, Boss."

Instantly, the vehicle restarted.

Michaela: ????

"Autonomous driving? Also, is that the legendary artificial intelligence?"Micaela's eyes lit up. As a girl who was influenced by the car thief since she was a child, it was hard for her not to be interested in these mechanical creations.

A big hand suddenly appeared on Michaela's exposed slender legs.

"Madam, you ask too many questions."

Michaela's forehead suddenly showed a series of black lines. In view of the mysteriousness of the other party (autonomous driving, artificial intelligence, etc., it is obvious that he is powerful) and the truth (Gatling), well, temporarily suppress his temper.

One hand was stroking her jade legs, and the other hand, holding the Gatling, casually stuffed it into the small grid in front of the co-pilot seat.

Michaela: ????

No, that small grid, why can a Gatling be stuffed in??

Damn, the gun body of that thing is longer than two grids!

Looking at Michaela staring at the small grid with curiosity

"Why, would you like something to drink?"

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

"You can have whatever you want to drink."

Michaela curled her lips and said,"I want to drink Romanee-Conti. Do you have any?"

"Of course~"

He casually opened the small grid, took out a bottle of Romanee-Conti from it, and handed it to Michaela.

Michaela: ????

No, my curiosity can't be stopped! Is this really just a grid? Not a treasure chest?

She has also seen the blue-skinned Doraemon!

"Forget it, just give me a bottle of Coke."The wine is good, but it's definitely not suitable for drinking now.

Locke didn't have much to say, so he stuffed the Romanee-Conti back and took out another bottle of Coke.

Michaela: I'm sure, it must be a treasure chest!

It must be said that at this moment, Michaela's curiosity about Locke reached its peak. Women are very curious, and the man in front of her kept poking her curiosity. Who can resist this?.........

More importantly, this man is really handsome!

A super handsome, super mysterious... Kingsman? Alien? Skywalker? It seems, isn't it possible?

…………

The next day, Locke was wearing a bathrobe and fiddling with something in front of his computer. Michaela, wearing a white men's shirt with a pair of slender legs underneath, came over and put her arms around Locke's neck..........

"Honey, I made lunch, would you like to have some?"

"Wait a minute"

"What are you doing?" Michaela asked curiously.

"Waiting for express delivery"

"Express delivery? Why is express delivery so important?"

"The express delivery is not important, the express delivery behind the express delivery is more important."

Michaela:???

Are you telling me a jingle?

"Bump……"There was a rhythmic, but not very heavy knock on the door.

Sam Witwicky looked at the large, luxurious villa in front of him with a complicated expression. This was probably what he had longed for all his life.

Moreover, with such a house, there would definitely be no shortage of luxury cars and beautiful women. Thinking of this, he became more and more jealous.

"Fortunately, I still have Michaela!"

Thinking of the charming figure and appearance of the goddess in his dream, Sam suddenly became excited again. As long as he sold this pair of glasses, he would have enough money to buy a car of any kind, such as a Porsche. Then he could boldly go out with the goddess Michaela, and then, hehehe...

Sam couldn't help but giggle.

With a creak, the door of the villa was opened.

"Hello sir, I'm here to give you……"

""Michaela!!"

Sam's eyes suddenly widened, staring at the opposite side in amazement. He rubbed his eyes again and again, and looked carefully.

It was really Michaela!

How could it be? Why was it Michaela?

Michaela's family actually had a big villa? Are the conditions of the goddess' family so good? Then can he try to be a gigolo?

Wait, no, isn't the person he is trading with a man?

Looking at the other party's dress again, it was obviously a men's shirt, with long beautiful legs underneath.

Click!

A crack suddenly appeared in the boy's heart.

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

"No, this……"

"Well, it doesn't really matter. You are the popular 217 that dear is talking about. He is taking a shower now, which is not convenient. Give me the things."

Boom!!!!

It was a thunderbolt from the blue sky!

Dear... taking a shower...

Sam left in a daze, and turned around to take a look at the huge villa. At this time, it was no longer a luxurious villa, but a hell and a nightmare.: Vô Hạn Chi Thư