[Transformers] The foodie in my body

The author has something to say: from summer to winter, from summer vacation to winter vacation soon, this article and those who followed it have been with me for so long!

At the beginning, I imagined that such a daily ending, HE full of life. www

Of course there will be extra episodes later, we will see you next year!

Cooperation accepted.

The understatement of a few words by the leader of the Decepticons brought about a rare truce between the two factions that had lasted for millions of years.

There were many times more Decepticons than Autobots on Earth, and these soldiers retuned their receivers when they received new orders.

After confirming that the content of the order was indeed as they had received, many Decepticons could not help but apply to the intelligence officer for reconfirmation of the order code.

WTF?

do not fight?

They not only want a truce but also cooperate with the wheel?

Simple low-level soldiers will not question His Majesty Megatron, they only doubt whether the order has been tampered with during the transmission process,

The Decepticon intelligence officer, who was harassed countless times by the Decepticon insiders in a day, maintained his usual three nos. He looked straight at the Autobot adjutant standing in front of him.

"Awful."

Laser Bird makes an aggrieved noise for his master.

"It's terrible? What are you talking about, little girl?" Jazz shook the door wing exaggeratedly, drawing dissatisfied eyes from the tape, and he spread his hands calmly, "At least we don't have to fight now, don't we?"

"Then we had to go with you because of the mission." Tape shook her slender neck, "It's not good at all."

"Tsk."

Laser Bird's uncooperative attitude was quite clear, and Jazz turned his attention back to Sonic.

After all, no matter how uncooperative the little tape is, she will never go against Sound Wave's opinion.

The intelligence officer stared at by the jazz blue goggles pressed the receiver, cut off all the noisy channels in the internal line, and then calmly said, "Let's start the mission."

They were tasked with searching for real information about the so-called 'Creator'.

As difficult as it sounds, the parties, at least Jazz parties, are passionate about the way harmonies work in combination.

Teaming up is a unanimous decision made by the leaders, but there are not many things that need to be done by them in actual action. The young fighters are always full of vitality.

Baozi and Seth's home is another default base within the Autobots, and now it has been promoted to a common stronghold for the two factions.

Inspired by an unknown force, Seth's unprecedentedly enhanced verbal skills successfully persuaded the confinement to "sell himself". Although everyone is more in favor of bounty hunters, it is actually more because of Baozi and the gold card that took a fancy to Baozi, but this is an internal discussion. Invite all TFs who say 'it's actually for the steamed stuffed bun' to discuss Jisheng to end.

The few people who were spared from being affected by the flying vinegar watched the tragedy of "Talking about Life" with great interest.

"Where did your companion love go?!"

"If you can't beat Seth, you still owe the sounder, you deserve it."

What's more, the source of Seth's uncharacteristically murderous spirit-the confinement has not yet left.

After signing the agreement, the bounty hunter decided to stay on Earth for a while. He has no interest in humans, so Baozi's house became the most frequent place to visit.

"Wait, wait, this guy has no interest in humans and stays on Earth to visit Baozi's house from time to time, doesn't that sound a bit problematic?"

Brake raised his hand curiously and asked, and then his mouth was covered by the fender.

"Hush!" The fender pressed the brake firmly, looked around quickly, and then let go of his brother with a sigh of relief, "Fortunately Seth is not here, otherwise do you want to be talked about again?! If you know something Well, I can't say it!"

Brake nodded half-understanding, and then felt a shadow covering his head.

"It's good to know something, but you can't say it?"

Onyx Red King Kong looked down at the two of them and asked slowly.

"This kid is really suitable to be a Decepticon."

Megatron, who was drinking energy wine at a table not far away, commented so.

The leader in the red and blue paint quickly retorted, "Seth has always been an excellent Autobot warrior, and his heart will never deviate from the way of the Decepticons."

"Yes, when the question does not involve the lovely lady in the white sports car."

"..." Optimus Prime couldn't refute immediately.

"Also," Megatron added after a while, "the first time I fought him he smeared my face with earth food! A face of slag! Have you ever seen any Autobot other than him use such a punch?" Law?"