[Transformers] The foodie in my body

The author has something to say: Baozi, who has been hidden for two chapters, is finally on standby _(:з」∠)_

When he received Baozi's communication, Seth and Drift were on their way to break into the spaceship. He was extremely thankful that it was wise not to let the other party come alone. A combat team taking a break on the asteroid.

They wanted to sneak in, but the opponent's fighters were distributed at every hatch entrance, and intruding became the only option.

This was Seth's first time boarding a slave trader's spaceship. They had already passed several slave cages along the way. Drift did not hesitate to split the slave's shackles with a knife.

Everything reminded Seth of the confinement collection room.

Now even if he doesn't know what happened between Drift and the slave trader, he still feels disgusted by these guys. He even saw a dissecting table used for research. The wet blood on it shows that someone lost here not long ago. life.

At least incarceration hasn't had a hobby of dissecting collections.

【Seth, are you okay? 】

[To be honest, it's not very good. 】

Baozi, who had just connected to the inside line, keenly discovered that Seth's mood was very bad.

Seth responded to Baozi, and shot into the tinder chamber of the enemy who was rushing towards him. At the same time, there was a sound of a knife cutting into the machine body behind him, and Drift leaned behind him.

"Don't be distracted." The other party found that his attention was not as concentrated as before.

The situation did not allow too much explanation, so he sent Baozi his position directly.

【What happened? 】

[I can only say that I need you very much right now, Baozi. 】

Baozi who received the coordinates did not continue to ask, she knew that Seth must be in trouble.

I carefully checked the other party's coordinates. Fortunately, the coordinates sent by Seth are on an asteroid not far from the harbor. Unfortunately, there is no direct flight to or through there.

Of course, it didn't bother her.

"Give me a shuttle, right now."

At this moment, the real local tyrants just want to take a handsome photo of the gold card on the front desk of the spaceship dispatch center.

The employee sitting behind the counter stared at the gold deposit card with glowing eyes, and dispatched a civilian shuttle to Baozi within minutes.

She tested the basic performance of the shuttle, gave the employee a considerable tip, and drove quickly towards the coordinates as the other party almost waved a small flag of "welcome again" to send him off.

"What did you do?" Drift asked Seth in a gap after finishing a squad.

Nobody gets distracted during a fight for no reason.

"She contacted me, the person I was waiting for."

"so."

They turned a corner and gradually approached the central control cabin, where the leader and guards of the spaceship were waiting without any surprise.

Drifting stopped, "Go back."

He indicated that the passage behind them had been cleared by them, and the soldiers from here to the outside of the spaceship had been cleared by them.

"what?"

Seth stopped and looked at him for no apparent reason.

"Go back." Drift repeated again, "It's enough to get here, I am very grateful for you to accompany me on this trip."

He paused, "The person you are waiting for has arrived, but the front is very dangerous."

So you don't need to accompany me to continue the adventure.

Seth, who understood, frowned disapprovingly, "So you asked me to leave you here alone?"

He gestured to the front, and after they boarded the ship, half of the troops withdrew to the center to protect the leader, where it was much more dangerous.

Drift shook his head, "My faith will protect me,"

"what?"

He said 'what?' twice in a row in less than 3 minutes. ! ' Seth felt a little bit of Baozi's heart when he was repairing Optimus Prime.

Faith will protect you, do you want to stand in front of the enemy and pray or is this a holographic RPG game, every prayer increases attack XX defense XX?

He forcibly suppressed the desire to complain.

"My faith, and my sword." Perhaps Seth's expression was too ugly, Drift thought for a while and added, "Don't worry those who are waiting for you."

He noticed that the personal pronoun in the other party's words was always 'she', a female.

Involving TF, which had nothing to do with these things, into the incident, now there is enough reason for the other party to withdraw.

When someone else cares about you, you shouldn't risk making that person worry about losing you.

"..."

Feeling that it would be impossible to reason with the other party in the magic stick mode, the agate red TF turned and went straight to the control cabin.

"Hey!"

The ignored swordsman tried to stop him, feeling that his painstaking efforts were completely ignorant.

"Your sword, and your beliefs, which I don't really want to endorse," Seth decided to say as he continued on without looking back, "plus your—if you don't mind me calling it that— — your friend, we can protect you."

"What?" This time the drifter was stunned.

Seth's words reminded him of Ambulance, the old medical officer who'd helped him since he was a ghetto drug kid in the first place, and they said pretty much the same thing.

And 'friend', this word hit his weakness.

'Relax, stranger, I'm your friend. '

The familiar voice seemed to be recalled by the receiver again, and this sentence was like a spell in the memory and never forgotten.

He was once again convinced by the overlapping figure of Seth and TF in his memory.

When Baozi arrived, what he saw was the scene of the white body and the agate red body facing the enemy back to back.

The target of the slaver ship was so conspicuous that her shuttle saw it before it even landed.

There were dead slave trader soldiers lying around outside the spaceship. She recognized the muzzle marks belonging to Seth, and some of them were killed by sharp knives, so she knew that Seth should have a companion with a sword beside him.

It must be said that white and red are really eye-catching together.

Although she wasn't standing with Seth, the strange white TF cat ear receiver still made her cute.

"Good day, handsome guys."

She waved at them.

"she?"

"The person I'm waiting for."

Drift was taken aback by the female TF who suddenly rushed into the battlefield. He saw Seth next to him smile when the other party appeared, and frowned, "You shouldn't have let her come to such a dangerous place."

"Relax, my foodie girl is not a sweet flower raised in a greenhouse." Seth motioned to Drift and turned his head.

So Drift turned his head, just in time to see the picture of the white TF who had just joined the battle [beep——] into the slave trader [beep——].

"..."

Although his physical structure was different from that of the slave traders, and although he also hoped to get rid of these evil scum, at that moment, he inexplicably felt so painful.

Baozi doesn't care, and innocent TFs are frightened by her violent style of play like the Jazz back then. She is more concerned about another issue.

During the battle, the white swordsman would occasionally pass by her, and she always felt that she smelled something familiar, like the car wash she prepared for Seth.

She was still in the middle of the battle, and she kept the small question in her heart, and decided to wait until the matter was over before asking.