what am i wiping this

Although no one except the Autobots could understand An Ning's Chinese, they could understand the only and most crucial word mixed in Chinese - "trainingbra (sports bra)".

The Autobots who understood this fell into a strange silence, and the hot atmosphere of the striptease starring Simmons, who had just been directed by Mikaela, also quickly cooled down.

"Huh? Sir, what's the matter?" An Ning supported the Jazz's silver armor and waved it forward, trying to make the Jazz's optical lens notice her.

Jazz shifted the focus to the optical lenses of his comrades as if asking for help, but even the calm ambulance refused to take this, avoiding Jazz's focus.

This scumbag can even say things like "high hormone levels" and "means you want to mate with that girl", so I don't want to explain "sports bra" at this time.Jazz thought angrily in his core.

Humph, stop joking.In this kind of aura and atmosphere, you want me to take over this troublesome matter. I'm not a young creature that just came off the assembly line. Who are you bluffing?Ambulance thought silently in his core.

In desperation, Jazz had no choice but to focus on An Ning who was sitting on his shoulder with a puzzled expression on his face.He noticed that this move attracted the attention of all the creatures with self-awareness present, and everyone focused their discerning eyes on him: "Uh... Ah Nian..."

The eyes of the masses are sharp and sharp.

Under this kind of pressure, Jazz could only be very embarrassed... and diverted the conversation: "By the way, where is Gun Boy?"

The eyes of the crowd are still sharp, so sharp that they can't wait to install a laser cutter in their eyes or optical lenses to cut Jazz into sashimi.

"Huh? Gun boy?" Before An Ning had time to react, Jazz saw a mechanical hand pull An Ning's buttonless collar from the inside, and then a metal head stuck out from the extremely low open collar. out.

"Crack."

"Crack?" An Ning pulled out the gun in confusion, and looked at Jazz whose optical lens suddenly dimmed.

"Cup encountered a problem that it couldn't handle for a while, and the machine crashed." The ambulance calmly glanced at Jazz, and continued to explain calmly.

Jazz's optics began to flash blue light slowly and periodically. "Restarting."

Jazz's optical lens flashes faster. "Deal with technical issues left over from the last shutdown."

Jazz's optics are fully lit. "The boot is complete."

"Hey, hey!! Ah Nian!! You can't be so enthusiastic...I mean, it's too sudden..." Before everyone could stare at him with condemning eyes, Jazz covered his head with one hand and shook , "Oh, sorry. Just since I assigned your profile to, uh, adult processing..."

An Ning, who obviously didn't realize the difference between the dew points of adults and children, blinked: "Is there any difference between the processing range of adults and my current processing range?"

"Uh……"

"Nissi!!!" All of a sudden, Gun Boy, who hadn't said anything other than "Nisi, Nissi" since he appeared on the stage, uttered the second sentence, and then threw himself on Jazz's face, his hands and feet And hung on the ground, hit the Jazz in the face with his helmet - the long barrel of the revolver.

"What are they doing?" Simmons, who couldn't understand Chinese, stood on tiptoe desperately, trying to see the scene in An Ning's almost buttonless collar, who was bending over and reaching out to stop Gun Zai's suicide attack.

"I don't know." The adjutant who also couldn't understand Chinese was bending down as much as he could, trying to see the scenery under the skirt of An Ning standing on a high place.

But because Simmons insisted on seeing the most exciting one, he refused to bend down; the adjutant felt that it was better to be realistic, and refused to stand on tiptoe, and the hands of the two were handcuffed together, so no one watched it in the end to the point.

"Nissy?" While constantly using the armor joints on Jazz's face to avoid Jazz's attempt to grab his hand, he bumped Jazz's gun with his helmet and stopped suddenly, not because of his mother - An Ning's stop , but because he saw two District [-] agents whose actions were extremely contrasting, but whose goals were both very impure.

"Nissy yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy to the cpu to the cpu's to the Jazzy's body to the Jazzy's silver body and jumping onto On the faces of the two detectives, I used my fairly sharp claws to leave scars on their faces that would heal after one tick in the animation, but in reality it was estimated that it would take a few weeks to heal.

Optimus Prime, who really couldn't see it, bent down and carefully took the small gun from Agent Simmons's face with his fingertips—of course, the other party struggled very hard.

"Is there anything that can distract him?" Optimus Prime slightly closed his palms, so as not to continue to disfigure Simmons from the noisy gun boy who was bumping around.

The ambulance analyzed it for a while and said, "According to his previous reaction, I think as long as you do something to harass Ann—such as breaking her dress, he will be happy to change the target of the attack to yours." .”

"..."

"Don't you guys think it's funny...Forget it, anyway, you haven't been able to understand my joke once in the past few hundred years."

"Maybe I can provide a reason." It is said that the iron sheet covered in snow ignored the ambulance's complaints, "The pursuers are coming."