Our great nation of China traverses the multiverse.

This is how the flow is divided.

Very soon,

The mining area then issued a warning.

"Stop shoving Decepticons into the mine! We have a fully automated, unmanned mine. These Decepticons are seriously impacting our production capacity!"

The head of the mining area kept sighing in Zhu Lao's office.

"Old Zhu, think of a way. These Decepticons are serious warmongers. They started fighting amongst themselves after we gave them mining equipment. Instead of mining, they're fighting each other to the point of brain damage."

"..."

Old Zhu coughed twice, waved his hand to signal the person in charge to relax, and then said:

"Don't worry, after you reported this situation, I have already sent professionals to handle it."

"Furthermore, most Decepticons will not go mining in the future, but will instead be directed towards handicrafts and the production of high-value-added cultural and creative products!"

"Really?"

The mine manager nodded with some skepticism.

Old Zhu is still trustworthy; I need to go and check on him quickly.

After saying that, he left immediately.

Old Zhu was left alone in the office, pondering and nodding.

The expert panel's recommendations were indeed good.

With so many prisoners of war and refugees, it's impossible to just support them for nothing, right?

Since mining isn't an option, let's put robots to good use. Make labor-intensive handicrafts and cultural and creative products for me.

If we put a batch of "Transformers handmade products" on the shelves in various parallel universes, wouldn't that gimmick sell like hotcakes?

The points I earn will be used to pay for the Transformers' meals.

As for the excess, it was confiscated and given to the guards who managed them as wages!

Do they really think human labor is free?!

Good, good, the wool comes from the sheep, perfect!

……

On a planet in the Pioneer system, within the Pacific Rim, that has been partially hollowed out...

Inside the mine tunnel of mining area No. 16,

"boom!"

The two Decepticons grappled together, locked in a fierce battle, their punches landing with brutal force. In one grappling motion, the Decepticon tore apart the other's steel body, pulling out a series of unidentified tubes, instantly spraying lubricant all over the ground.

"Alright, kill him!"

"Grab it hard, show him what you're capable of!"

"Tear his head off! Tear his head off!"

"Tear him apart, tear him apart!"

Nearby, large and small Decepticons all put down their mining equipment and gathered together, cheering and jeering.

This is the nature of the Decepticons.

Warlike, belligerent.

However, having been captured and forced to mine here, they also possess another trait that the Decepticons who died lacked: cowardice!

"Whoa!"

In the distance, at the mine entrance, a strange hissing sound rang out, followed by two shells that hurtled in at incredible speed and struck the crowd.

These shells are specially made.

It explodes in the Decepticons, leaving people stunned but not hurt.

The shockwave scattered everyone.

"I told you you came here to mine, but you Decepticon brats are attacking me instead!"

A metal suit covered in green paint rushed in from the mine entrance.

Without saying a word, his muscular body leaped up, and the moment he landed, his foot slammed hard onto Decepticon's head.

With a powerful thrust of his thigh, the Decepticon's head beneath his feet cracked with a resounding sound.

This steel head was actually crushed by the sheet metal!

"Now, immediately, grab the shovel next to you and start digging, or you're dead!"

Ironhide held an energy cannon in his hand, with a dead Decepticon beneath his feet. He had an e-cigarette in his mouth and roared angrily.

The Decepticons who had gathered nearby were startled and scattered in all directions, picking up their equipment and frantically digging.

"Ha, he needs to be taught a lesson!"

Having dealt with the Decepticons countless times, Ironhide knew perfectly well that the only effective way to deal with them was to kill those who disobeyed as a warning to others.

Human guards are still too "soft-hearted," believing that life is precious no matter what.

really,

To deal with the Decepticons, it has to be the Autobots!

Alas,

Let's just increase the power level of these Decepticons!

The Decepticons around them were frantically digging for ore with pickaxes and their bare hands. Compared to other equipment, the Transformers' steel hands were also a pretty good mining tool.

And if these Decepticons show any signs of slacking off,

The metal sheet in the distance only needed to utter a "hmm,"

All the Decepticons would immediately panic and increase their digging speed.

Of course, in addition to the mining area, the production line for handmade cultural and creative products set up for the Decepticons has also officially started operation!

The prisoners captured from Cybertron were simply stuffed into it all at once.

……

In the Nine Provinces world, at the northern tip of the North American continent, Fang Jingzhou was fishing by the purified Great Lakes, living a very comfortable life.

When not on a mission,

They can freely manage their own time and go wherever they want.

This is not,

Having finally escaped from the hellish abyss of Kyushu University, Zhou Yuan couldn't wait to drag him fishing.

"The weather is so hot today!"

Zhou Yuan lay back in the chair, enjoying the gentle sun and the soft breeze.

Fang Jing was the same.

However, two children suddenly ran past him, catching his attention.

To be precise, it was the toys the two children were holding and what they were saying.

"These are handmade Transformers figurines. According to the label, they were made by Megatron himself!"

"This is a remote-controlled airplane made of sound waves. Look, it even has the Decepticon mark on it. I am a Decepticon, prepare to die, biubiubiu!"

The two children ran past Fang Jing like the wind.

Fang Jing was left alone, having taken off his sunglasses and standing there bewildered in the wind.

ha?

What the hell?

A handmade doll made by Megatron, a remote-controlled airplane made by Soundwave?

"Puch!"

Sorry, but the thought of two ruthless, warmongers squatting on a production line "handcrafting" toys just felt incredibly ridiculous to Fang Jing.

Who was the genius who came up with this solution?

That's so damn cool!

"Come on, Brother Zhou, let's go buy some plush toys too! I want a plush toy that Megatron sewed himself!"

With a smile, Fang Jing turned to look at Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan silently took off his sunglasses, then suddenly grinned, eager to try it out:

"Then I want the mortar model that Sheng Bo made himself to give to my nephew!"

"Okay, let's go!"

The two looked at each other,