A black doctor from a certain American comic

As the day progresses, the dim sunlight shines from the west, covering the earth with a layer of golden clouds. .biquge

A slightly manic roar of engines sounded in the wilderness.

The wild speed raised up the yellow sand all over the sky.

Murphy lit a Romeo cigar and held the steering wheel with one hand, looking leisurely and unrestrained.

In his rearview mirror, he could see three SUVs following him closely.

When they were in the city, they still concealed it, but after leaving the city, they took off the disguise and followed Murphy openly, as if labor and management were here to mess with you today.

"Boss, looking at him, it seems that we have been discovered a long time ago."

Some smart people discovered something was wrong, and Murphy was too unscrupulous.

After leaving New York City, as long as you are not blind, you should be able to see the three cars following closely behind you.

But when the target definitely discovered them, he didn't even show any signs of panic. Instead, he kept driving at a leisurely speed just enough for them to catch up, as if they were specifically guiding him to this place.

"So what if he has been discovered a long time ago? There are twenty of us here!" The leader of the group sneered, "No matter what his plan is, can't we push him through with our strength?"

Twenty versus one, no matter who looks at it, this is the outcome of the battle that has no suspense.

Especially since they are drug dealers who have seen a rain of bullets, and Murphy is just a quack doctor who runs a black clinic in the corner of Chinatown.

So even if they sense something is wrong, it's impossible to scare them away.

At best, this kid was an idiot. He didn't know how to run away when he saw something was wrong. Instead, he walked around slowly.

Under the watchful eyes of Braga's men, Murphy drove a dilapidated Chevrolet into an abandoned factory.

"Leave five people outside to watch, and the others will follow me in."

The leader picked out five people and led the others into the abandoned workshop.

He took out a fn57 from his lower back and skillfully opened the safety. The fifteen people divided into formations and sneaked into the factory quietly.

Murphy got off the Chevrolet, took a long drag on his cigar, threw the cigarette butt at his feet, and stamped it out.

Two nostrils blew out blue smoke.

Murphy took out a P226 from the space ring, removed the magazine, and reinstalled an extended magazine.

"Is this why people want to kill me? They underestimate me!"

At this moment, the Chevrolet Camaro next to Murphy made a mechanical sound.

"Kakakakaka!"

Accompanied by the heavy sounds of mechanical operation and collision, cracks appeared on the body of the Chevrolet Camaro. The outer shell quickly decomposed and unfolded. The complex mechanical mechanism inside kept moving and changing. After a period of shape deformation that was difficult for the naked eye to keep up with, the old car Chevrolet turns into a five-meter-tall super large robot - Bumblebee!

The lemon yellow color and exposed delicate mechanical mechanism make the bumblebee full of sci-fi aesthetics.

He stood in front of Murphy, and there was a sound composed of radio broadcasts from different channels: "Hello... Earthlings..."

Bumblebee's order from Optimus Prime was to protect the man holding the glasses, not Sam specifically.

So when Sam sold the glasses to Murphy, he naturally had to protect Murphy.

Seeing Mo Fei surrounded by about twenty people, Bumblebee lost his temper.

Even though he knew that Murphy was not a poor person like Sam, he didn't think that Murphy could survive the siege unharmed.

After all, swords and guns have no eyesight, what if you are accidentally hit by a stray bullet?

Especially...he didn't know where Murphy put his glasses.

Murphy, I will tell you, did I put it in my space ring?

The space inside the space ring belongs to subspace. Except for Mo Fei who can control the entrance, no one else can detect it.

Instead of jumping up in fright, Murphy was very calm. He touched his chin, circled around the bumblebee, and observed it carefully. Well, it has a very sci-fi aesthetic, but there is one thing wrong... it is not beautiful. Female robot...

I remember that in "Transformation 2" there was a robot that could turn into a woman... and she was a very high-quality woman...

There are also three motorcycles in the Autobot camp that are female...

It would be better if the bumblebee were female...

Being frightened by Murphy's gaze, Bumblebee sensed danger and involuntarily covered his butt.

Bumblebee, this guy is a devil, he even wants to fuck a robot...

When I look for a woman, I never care what race she is, as long as she is pretty or not. As long as she is pretty enough, I will show you even a long worm. Do you think I got the title of Little White Dragon in the Wave for nothing? ? I, Murphy, am famous for being a literary person who can control lolita characters with a pen, and a martial artist who can be a wife in bed. If you advance, you can bully your body, if you retreat, you can raise your butt to welcome the crowd... Bah! It is impossible to lift your buttocks, and you will never be able to lift your buttocks in this lifetime!

Murphy smiled and said, "I have noticed something strange about you a long time ago. Who are you... uh, what kind of machine? You are not an intelligent life that escaped from some laboratory like in the movie, are you?"

"Cybotron...silicon-based life...glasses...leave them to me...protect the earth..."

Bumblebee made an OK gesture, then placed the circle formed by his thumb and index finger on his eye socket, making a pair of glasses, and stared at Murphy.

"Come on, do you think I look like a fool?" Murphy curled his lips, "You can't even speak clearly and you still want to save the earth? The intelligent voice system hasn't been perfected yet, right?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Bumblebee jumped up and down anxiously, trying to explain it carefully to Murphy, but the vocabulary was too complicated, and he couldn't find it all at once.

As Murphy said, he couldn't speak clearly.

He was so anxious that he grabbed his head with both hands, and the mechanical tentacles on his head were swaying wildly, jumping left and right in place.

"what sound?"

People who broke into the factory heard the sound of bumblebees jumping around, and felt that it was unusual, so they couldn't help but become vigilant.

"You can't die...my love..." The appearance of these people just reminded Bumblebee, and he stood directly in front of Murphy. His right hand made a "click" sound and transformed into a large-caliber gun. The energy cannon was aimed at Braga's men who came in.

Murphy "..."

The voice that spoke these words was that of a man, and his tone was sad and touching... He must be the leading actor of some bloody drama.

And now these words were spoken to Murphy...

Although he knew that Bumblebee spoke like this because his vocal system was damaged, Murphy still couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

If Bumblebee keeps talking to him in this tone, then Murphy thinks he might as well dismantle the car and sell the parts.

Anyone who has seen "Bumblebee" should know that Bumblebee will never kill easily, but when necessary, Bumblebee is not unable to kill.

In the last hotel incident, Murphy was almost blown to death with an RPG while protected by his hornet.

He, Bumblebee, doesn’t want to lose face, right?

He was already very angry after last time and had a good look at himself. Are you coming again this time?

Do you really think that because I, Bumblebee, am an honest person, you can just bully me?

Amidst a low buzzing sound, the thick barrel slowly rotated, and a majestic and destructive orange energy gathered.

"Bang!!!"

A cannon blasted out, exploding steel fragments flew everywhere, a steel wall was torn apart, and Braga's men were blown into the sky.

Bumblebee, who has been in human society for a long time, already knows that people like Braga who sell washing powder are so sinful that they have been separated from ordinary people. If they are killed, they will be killed without any sequelae.

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