[Comprehensive] Welcome to Pansidong

"Mr. Stark!" This reaction may be a conditioned reflex for Peter to see Stark.The kind more faithful than a knee jerk.

Especially this time he successfully experienced the excitement of "Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here".

The scene suddenly seemed to be changed to another studio.Some kind of big boss peace talk or something.

Optimus Prime and Stark come and go, using a tone that seems serious and relaxed, in short, it is an atmosphere that other people can't get involved in.

I don't know if I should be thankful that the captain is not here, otherwise I'm afraid it will directly become the negotiating table of the country's leaders.

Before the others could react, the temporary residence of the Autobots - Stark Tower had already been settled in a few words.His underground garage would take a while to fill.Even a rich man like Stark doesn't buy an old car, and not every model of a luxury car catches his eye.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand the rest, the last sentence "departure" is still very easy to understand.

Seeing the Autobots transforming into vehicle models around the circle, Tara's heart was shamefully moved.How should I put it, laziness has always been a very tempting thing.Since she can have a free ride, why does she have to run on two legs?

Yes, Miss Spider Spirit doesn't like Harry's pusher anymore.How can it be comfortable to ride in a car when someone is carrying it?In the same way, how can a truck be as comfortable as a supercar?

As soon as the Jazz finished transforming, he saw the little girl who had said that he was going to take him home approached, and the expectation on her face almost materialized.

Without Talador saying anything, Jazz opened the car door, and the car lights flashed to invite the girl to get on the car: "Come on! I'll take you."

Without half a second of hesitation, Tara got in along the air: "Thank you! Can you open the canopy?"

At the same time, Tara skillfully changed her clothes with one click, and changed into a set of regular clothes.She didn't want to see keywords like #辛女豪车# in newspapers or on the Internet.

On the contrary, Jazz was frightened, and the sounder jammed for a moment: "You, you also change the paint job?"

"Huh? What paintwork?" Tara was studying the Autobot logo in the middle of Jazz's steering wheel, and was 12 confused by the question.

"It's just..." He probably searched the Internet urgently, "Change clothes, yes, that's what you humans say."

Although the literal translation of the context seems to make this question a bit nonsensical—after all, every human being will change clothes, of course, except for special groups of people—but Tara still followed Jazz’s train of thought smoothly: "Can you understand it as a kind of... small trick? "

Tara scratched her head, "Or you can directly understand that I can change clothes quickly, just like you change the paint job so quickly." That's actually true, Tara can really change clothes for herself like they scan and transform, she I don't know how many clothes have been copied from fashion magazines!

Peter climbed into the driver's seat of the truck.While he prefers the Pontiac as a car model, he likes the flame-like livery on the Peterbilt.

Harry seemed very conscientious - he chose to fly by himself.With Stark.Two real rich people can't feel the fun of poor people rubbing cars.

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Thanks to these big friends who can't climb the wall or fly this time, Stark rarely landed directly on the top floor.

In fact, Tara has never quite understood what Stark's garage is for.He rarely drives, very little.Most of the time he'd rather hang around in this armor and be the prettiest guy in New York.

This is not so much a garage as it is a darkened car show.Luxury car show.It vividly reflects the living conditions of the rich who have more money and have no place to burn.Very real, too real, causing intense discomfort.

Jazz drove in with Tara all the way.He has a lively temper, and he almost didn't believe it when he said that he was Optimus Prime's adjutant Tara.One demon and one machine chatted happily without much effort, and the atmosphere was as harmonious as a cross talk meeting.

"So, Tara, what do you envy me?" Jazz looked at the more eye-catching car logos in the garage, and sighed, "Isn't there such a super rich man beside you?"

After chatting all the way, he has already mastered the language package urgently copied from the Internet. He also distinguished the luxury car logos on the earth, and praised his own taste.

That's right, he picked the most expensive car at the auto show near where he landed at a glance.

"Those belong to Mr. Stark," Tara propped her chin against the lowered car window, "and I don't have a driver's license."

"You don't have anything?" Jazz's generator buzzed, followed by an unbelievable voice, "You don't even have a driver's license and you still want to drive?"

"It's because I don't have a driver's license that I want to drive more!" Tara is very confident, she has always believed that her logic is impeccable, "otherwise, why do you think I want to take you home?"

Jazz was silent for two seconds, and tentatively said, "Isn't it because I'm Pontiac?"

"Well, well, that's certainly one of the reasons," Tara admitted frankly, and raised a finger, "More importantly, you can drive yourself!" She didn't need to spend money to refuel.Miss Spider Spirit's remaining conscience made her swallow the second half of the sentence.

Is it his illusion?Or does this statement really sound weird?The excellent jazz who can "explore himself" feels that he has encountered Jisheng's most unflattering compliment so far.

No, wait, is that a compliment?

"Why don't you talk?" Tara patted his steering wheel and comforted him, "Don't worry, I won't rob him, I'm a moral person anyway." She didn't feel guilty at all.

"Robbery?" Jazz finally reacted a bit, teasing her, "You're very confident!"

Tara shrugged indifferently: "Of course."

Stark's Trench is enough for every Autobot to have a luxurious single room.

"Drink gasoline?" Stark's tone seemed to be calling for someone to drink, "I have any number, charge as you like, and there is a direct elevator over there, just call if you need anything."

"Serve everyone at any time." The butler's gentle voice followed in time.

Tara was still chatting with Jazz: "This is Mr. Stark's artificial intelligence butler, and he is in charge of the whole building," she changed her style of painting as she spoke, "By the way, you know the sound of the bumblebee What happened to the device?"

"It's battle damage," Jazz said briefly, "the ambulance is trying to repair it."

"Well, I don't really understand the culture and customs of your Autobots," Tara hesitated, "I had a proposal before, but after I told it to Bumblebee, he rejected it very violently, and I I don't think it would be good to ask him directly?"

As soon as the jazz optics lit up, he felt that he was about to face a shocking gossip: "It's okay, it's okay, just tell me, and I'll analyze it for you." The eagerness in his tone almost flew out.

"That's right, would you mind using other machines' vocalizers?" Tara scratched her cheeks, "We humans actually have transplanted vocal cords." She added.

"We generally don't do this, after all, the sound will change, and there are some model problems." Jazz explained seriously, "We usually just replace it with a new one, or find a repairer like an ambulance to fix it .”

After the cultural differences were resolved, Jazz asked curiously: "How did you come up with this approach?" He suddenly thought of something, "Have you encountered Decepticons? That's no wonder, of course Bumblebee would not want to use the voice of those guys. device."

Tara nodded: "Indeed, I have met, and I have met two not long ago, so it should be counted as two?" She frowned.

"Should?" Jazz sat cross-legged. He was petite, and when he sat down like this, he could almost be at eye level with Tara.

"Well, one of the chests is here," Tara gestured to draw a square shape, "it can be opened, and then birds and dogs will come out."

...Why does this description sound so familiar?Will the sense of sight be too strong? !

Jazz didn't believe in evil, and asked for details: "What does it look like? Does the other party not talk much? Come on..."

Tara nodded patiently one by one, and pointed to the top of her head: "It's lying on it, do you want to go and have a look? There is also a fake police car."

"Peter!" Tara greeted Stark's boyfriend who was circling around Stark like a bee, "Go upstairs together? I'll take Jazz up to have a look."

"Okay! No problem!" Peter rushed over immediately.

Tie Pi interjected: "Go upstairs? Count me in."

The ambulance nodded accordingly: "I want to go and have a look too, can I borrow some parts by the way?" He said the second half of the sentence to Stark.

"Use it whatever you want, it's okay if you just want to build a new one on the spot." Stark waved his hand, "Why don't we all go upstairs and have a look?"

Bumblebee stood silently by the side, as quiet as if it had been muted.He can already roughly guess what will happen next... I have to say, he still has a little expectation.

Optimus Prime chatted with the captain who heard the sound.The ambulance got into the pile of parts.Ironhide was attracted by various weapons/weapons.So in the end, Jazz was the only one who followed the two little spiders to the next door to the laboratory to watch the salted fish.

"Sound sound wave?!" If it wasn't for a reliable sound generator, Jazz might have broken his voice by now.

The Decepticon intelligence officer who was called by his name "enthusiastically" didn't want to talk, and he didn't even want to pay attention to this able-bodied Autobot.At most, the red light of the optical mirror flickered a little, which can be regarded as exposing his not-so-calm inner core.

But anyway, he couldn't make any big noises.Talk like he can move!What's more, Stark also directed the omnipotent butler to break his net before.Now he just relies on the Decepticon's internal encrypted channel to occasionally make a few noises.

The roadblock was obviously a lot more irritable, and he was about to get up while thumping, and the cannon/barrel subconsciously wanted to recharge before realizing that it had been dismantled.All he could do was hop around unhappily, cursing dirtyly.It can be regarded as energetic in another sense.

Before Jazz could make a move, Peter jumped up and pushed him back.Disarmed disabled Decepticons are not threatening at all.

Um?Press it back?Jazz felt something was wrong.

Tara snapped her knuckles, and the sharp edge of the little tiger's teeth seemed to be shining coldly: "You don't want the rest of your arms and legs? Tell me to accompany your brother through thick and thin!"

Hmmmm?What are the remaining arms and legs?What is shared adversity?Jazz's gaze gradually became dull.

The author has something to say: Jazz [Hold your complete self]: Should I take the initiative to go home with others?

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