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"Why not give it a try, darling?" The blonde beauty gently tossed her long, wavy hair, lightly bit her red lips, and made a seductive gesture.

"Why not give it a try, darling?" The blonde woman's voice was soft and affectionate.

Her eyes were a clear, deep blue, and they were filled with love when she looked at Tan Wenjie.

People around Tan Wenjie cast envious glances at him. They thought they were not much different from him in appearance. At most, Tan Wenjie was taller, had a better figure, a prettier face, inherited more wealth, and had several luxury cars. He was rich and had plenty of free time.

Apart from these, the differences between everyone are not significant.

The coffee shop clerk pursed her lips and whispered, mimicking her, "Why not give it a try, darling?"

"Pfft." The shop assistant next to him couldn't help but burst out laughing.

“Jay is our hero.” The female shop assistant didn’t think there was anything wrong with her at all, and was even a little proud. “Shouldn’t I like him? Besides, he’s not the kind of person with low tastes.”

“Everyone likes him,” the colleague said with a hint of sourness, then chuckled to himself, “but you definitely won’t have a chance. Maybe he just likes that kind of lowbrow humor.”

The colleague pointed in Tan Wenjie's direction, and there the two, who had been so respectful to each other just moments before, were now touching heads together, looking very intimate.

The female shop assistant was itching to see this.

Tan Wenjie, who was in the center of attention, was whispering to the blonde beauty in front of him: "I can agree to give it a try, but you have to promise me one thing."

Upon hearing this, the blonde beauty immediately became interested: "Tell me! I can do anything!"

"Do fifty push-ups while doing a handstand right now."

"it is good!"

She nodded and walked out almost without hesitation.

What humans consider bizarre or even humiliating behavior is simply a way to complete a task quickly in their eyes.

As long as they can achieve their goal quickly, they're willing to do anything, from handstands and push-ups to running around naked. After all, Cybertronians don't usually wear clothes and don't have the same sense of shame as humans.

However, the Decepticons, who had been keeping a close eye on the blonde beauty and monitoring the situation, immediately noticed something amiss and sent a message.

"You've been exposed."

The moment she received the information disclosure alert, the blonde beauty immediately tore off her mask. Beneath her skin was a metal mechanical structure, with steel teeth, driven by gears, unfolding like layers of maggots.

His eyes were blue lights with various functions, and his blond hair transformed into a metal whip that swished gently like a snake.

In the blink of an eye, she transformed from a beautiful woman into a female robot exuding an aura of death.

With a gentle push of her feet, the female robot pumped her legs, creating two deep craters in the ground. In an instant, she leaped high into the air, her head easily shattering the ceiling.

Covered in wood chips, she spread her legs and arms, pointing directly at Tan Wenjie's head.

Tan Wenjie calmly drew his gun, aimed the large-caliber weapon directly at the other man's head, and quickly pulled the trigger while the man was suspended in the air.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Three shots hit the female robot's head in succession, causing large pieces of metal parts to fall off.

The female robot lost her head and collapsed, convulsing.

Tan Wenjie did not let her go as easily as he had imagined. Instead, he raised his gun again, aimed at the fallen female robot, and fired several shots, emptying the magazine.

At first, the bullet pierced the female robot's body, immediately triggering a fierce reaction from her. She intended to feign death and retaliate, but she didn't expect Tan Wenjie to be completely unpredictable. He neither intended to study the Transformer's body nor to let his guard down.

After all the bullets had been fired, the female robot's body was riddled with holes and there was no possibility of her reviving.

Tan Wenjie casually tossed the gun aside and bent down to approach the mutilated corpse of the female robot.

"Can you still hear what she's saying?" a coffee shop employee asked in surprise.

"I could hear it just now, but I can't hear it now," Tan Wenjie replied.

other people:"……"

They could hear us just now too. Even though they are alien robots, they speak English.

English is universally understood, okay?

A surprise attack occurred here, and soon someone contacted Tan Wenjie, but he was not an Autobot, but the new leader of the Decepticons, who called himself the Black Mountain Demon of the Great Black Sky.

After absorbing Megatron's fire, the Black Mountain Demon has become a veritable second Megatron, even stronger than the original Megatron.

"Continue to infiltrate the enemy, remember our mission: returning empty-handed is a loss, and the less we take, the greater the loss."

Black Mountain Demon is now working for the Fallen, and he must be able to get a lot of good things from them, such as the Fallen's fundamental goal this time: the leadership module.

Currently, only Optimus Prime and The Fallen are qualified to use the Leadership Module. Although Megatron's talent, strength, and strategy are no less than Optimus Prime's, he cannot obtain the Leadership Module, let alone use it.

"What are the specific plans?" Tan Wenjie asked.

The Black Mountain Demon: They believe your brain possesses unique knowledge gained from absorbing the Spark Source, knowledge that can help them become stronger.

"Take over my brain?" Tan Wenjie asked.

"Yes."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

He knew very well that his brain was empty. The AllSpark had failed to give him any warning. The reason was simple: the AllSpark could forcibly instill certain knowledge into the human brain, but it could not instill it into the brain of Tan Wenjie, whose life form was more powerful.

Because he is a god, a being of a higher level.

“The Decepticons need an army, and that army doesn’t necessarily have to fight against humans,” Tan Wenjie said. “The story of a prodigal son returning home is even more fascinating.”

The plot of having the once incredibly evil Megatron choose to protect Earth and fight alongside Optimus Prime against an alien invasion, while cliché, greatly enhances Megatron's importance.

"But we can't have a direct conflict with the Autobots."

Compared to the absolute protagonist Optimus Prime, everything else is just cannon fodder.

"And you'll need an assistant."

……

In the afternoon, Sam left the school with a heavy heart.

During the day, he saw Michaela leave Tan Wenjie's car and give him a kiss in front of everyone.

Although he lived a very carefree life during this time, he couldn't sleep well whenever he heard his male classmates mention Michaela and Tan Wenjie, or talk about luxury cars and other enjoyment.

School is called the place where dreams begin, and if you can't get a good night's sleep at school, it's a big problem.

Because he sold the used car that could transform into a robot, Sam had to ride a bicycle home.

After passing the commercial street ahead, the road gradually narrowed after a short ride. The trees on both sides grew wildly, and the leaves blocked the sunlight, creating the feeling of the sun setting in the evening.

The farther Sam rode alone, the more uneasy he felt, as if something was watching him from the sky.

I looked up, but there was nothing there.

Turning back to look behind him, he still didn't see the stalker he had imagined. "It must be because I've been too anxious lately."

Encountering aliens is certainly something he can boast about, but if he were a prisoner whose life was in danger, and almost killed on the spot as a rapist, then the experience would be of no use except for waking him up in the middle of the night, and would even make him ashamed to mention it.

"Buzz—Boom!"

An armored tank smashed through towering trees along the roadside and came to a stop diagonally in front of Sam, blocking his way.

“Sam.” The voice was deep.

"You are... wait, those aliens?" Sam looked at the armored tank in front of him, his legs going weak.

"My name is Megatron, and I was once the leader of the Decepticons."

When it comes to the Decepticons, Sam can confidently pat his chest and say that no human on Earth understands the aliens' manic and bloodthirsty nature better than he does.

He instinctively wanted to abandon the vehicle and run away, but looking at the giant trees along the way that had been knocked down by the tanks, he felt that running away now would be no different from courting death.

"In the past?" Sam caught the key information in the other person's words.

"That's right. I used to be, and I am now, tired of killing, so I wanted to join the Autobots."

"To be honest, I don't know much about you Decepticons and Autobots, but there's one thing I have to say: you Decepticons have an extremely strong desire to kill."

As if he had found someone to chat with to relieve his boredom and vent his frustrations, Sam, unafraid of the massive metal object in front of him, talked on and on for quite a while.

During this time, Megatron remained silent, listening quietly to his complaints.

"Sorry, I might have said a bit too much." Sam realized that he had been criticizing an armored tank, and the tank in question was the leader of that group of crazy Decepticons.

The cannon trembled slightly, and the armored tank in front of it transformed into a robot whose entire body was flashing neon lights.

Sam: "..."

Where did all these scrolling lights come from? The other party doesn't seem like a leader; they look more like a customer-attracting robot customized by a hair salon.

"No, we need to cooperate."

"cooperate?"

“A powerful Transformer named The Fallen is preparing to destroy the Earth. I am lurking beside him and now I need the cooperation of humans.”

Why don't you go to the army?

"They work with the Autobots."

"The Autobots are definitely more...normal than you look."

Sam stared at the neon-lit robot in front of him, pondered for a long time, and finally managed to come up with a somewhat fitting assessment.

"I am ready to abandon darkness and embrace the light."

Why did you contact me?

“I need a testament to my worth,” Megatron said. “You also need a chance to prove yourself.”

Sam nodded slightly: "You're right."

He admitted that the other party had persuaded him that instead of continuing to live such a busy life, he should take a chance on his future and become a guardian of the earth.

Incidentally, he might even win back the goddess's heart.

Heroes and beauties are always the perfect match.

"My name is Sam," Sam introduced himself solemnly.

“I used to be Megatron, but now you can call me…Mahakala.”

The handshake between the two parties signifies the official commencement of this cooperation.

"Would you like me to introduce you to someone?" Sam volunteered. "A friend of mine I don't know very well, but he's on good terms with the Autobots."

"Thank you for your kindness, Sam. Of course I can contact the Autobots. But that's not what I need."

“I understand results,” Sam nodded. “Make a name for yourself, then gain their trust. So, do you have a plan for the next steps?”

"Of course, we must find what he's looking for before the Fallen does."

Although Sam doesn't have a lot of screen time, he is key to solving the mystery and even to obtaining the Leader Module.

Holding it firmly in your hands means you won't lose the leadership module.

Since Optimus Prime can use the Matrix of Leadership, there's no reason why Megatron can't. He could just use brute force and energy to force it onto the AllSpark.

Upon learning of this, the Fallen, who had been constantly monitoring the situation on Earth, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"As expected of the Decepticon leader, extremely cunning and despicable, hahaha!"

By disguising himself as a Decepticon eager to defect to the enemy, he deceived a human on Earth, showing absolutely no leadership qualities. Yet, the more he did this, the more satisfied the Fallen became.

Results matter more than process, and even more than so-called dignity.

It can be said that everything that Mahakala did unintentionally happened to perfectly align with the Fallen King's inner thoughts.

However, the red spider that had always been by its side had a different feeling.

Is this still Megatron, the absolute leader of the Decepticons who craves war and the desire to rule everything?

Submission was not in his plans, and Megatron never bothered with pretense.

So Starscream made a decision: to secretly monitor Megatron, who had changed his name to Black Sky. As long as he could eliminate Megatron, he would become the new leader of the Decepticons and become the great Emperor Starscream.

Compared to the Fallen, there's just one more Transformer who loves to tattle.

Starscream: "Megatron is acting strangely. He seems to have taken that boy named Sam to Hoover Dam, where there is still residual energy from the AllSpark."

The Fallen didn't care at all: "That's nothing, and the AllSpark isn't important either."

His true objective is the energy core; the AllSpark is merely a side benefit, since The Fallen's plan is to harness the energy of the entire star.

……

Starscream: "Megatron seems to be fighting with the Decepticons."

The Fallen: "It doesn't matter, as long as no one dies."

In the eyes of the Fallen, everything is worthy of sacrifice, whether it is Optimus Prime or Megatron, or the combination of the two factions.

……

Starscream still came to the Fallen to tattle: "Megatron really looks strange."

The Fallen, who had almost developed a conditioned reflex to it, shook his head and said before Starscream could finish speaking, "It's nothing, as long as no one dies, it's not a big deal."

"No." Starscream shook his head decisively and said, "Megatron seems to have sided with the Autobots." (End of Chapter)