American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 146 Implementation Plan

As the largest state in the southern United States, Texas has a temperate climate with mild winters and hot summers. Its climate, along with its history of being plagued by immigration issues, has also contributed to the tough and resilient spirit of the Texas people. Along with Florida, a state where life is so difficult, Texas is often referred to as one of the two treasures of America.

But these things have little to do with Ginobili.

As the boy walked out of the alley, his white shirt had turned into a black short-sleeved shirt, his sweatpants into floral shorts, and his sunglasses exuded Texas style.

"Hmm, let me think about it."

Gino stood under a street lamp, pondering the storyline of Transformers.

In short, it's the story of aliens (Decepticons) who come to Earth in search of the lost AllSpark to find their leader Megatron and also intend to violently conquer the planet. Then, Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots, leads his peace-loving subordinates to Earth to help humanity fight against the Decepticons.

"So, judging from the current calm atmosphere on Earth, the Decepticons haven't started their plans yet."

"Moreover, I remember that the male protagonist of this world has coordinates passed down from his ancestors, making him a key figure."

Having roughly outlined his plan, Gino turned around and went to an internet cafe to log into the eBay website.

The eBay website is similar to online shopping software, and it also includes the sale of second-hand goods.

Many Americans sell their unwanted or outdated items online.

Gino searched for "glasses" on his computer, and soon a long list of product descriptions appeared online.

Then sort the prices from low to high.

Gino quickly found what he wanted.

A user named Sam uploaded a picture of a pair of broken glasses priced at five dollars.

The desktop system shows that the seller is also in Texas, which is quite convenient.

Seller Sam describes the product as follows: These glasses are commemorative pieces left behind by my great ancestor during his visit to the Arctic.

Yes, it looks like the business is exaggerating or making false claims.

However, Gino knew that this thing was real, and because of these glasses, the gasoline that the Decepticons and Autobots were using almost gushed out.

"So."

Gino clicked the mouse and typed out the message: "Plan begins."

The villa courtyard late at night.

The second-floor room is covered with photos and posters of various sexy American female models.

A young white man with a buzz cut was intently demonstrating his craft in front of a video playing on his computer.

As the frequency increases and then explodes, everything becomes dull and uninteresting.

"Ah~"

Sam dropped the crumpled paper in his hand, slumped onto the small bed with a blank look in his eyes, and stared blankly at the ceiling above his head.

His name is Sam, he is a senior in high school, and his dream is to own his own car and get on base.

"Ding-dong~"

The computer beeped, and the boy, having received the message, struggled to his feet.

Sam's eyes widened with excitement as his gaze swept across the computer desktop.

Someone inquired about my glasses on eBay.

jn6666: "Do you support offline transactions?"

Without a second thought, Sam quickly typed, "Of course, we can do it at the Farent Auto Dealership!"

His father is taking him to buy a car tomorrow, where Sam plans to sell his glasses.

The prospect of earning some pocket money made Sam think he could have a good dream tonight.

The next morning.

Sam stood at the used car dealership with a grim face, as if he had been splashed with ink.

"I thought you were going to buy me a whole car, not a used one!"

Sam angrily pulled out his phone to contact the previous seller and change the transaction location.

To be honest, driving a used car to a high school event sounds really cheap.

Sam's father, a man with a beer belly, patted Sam on the shoulder: "At my age, having four wheels and an engine makes me quite happy."

"Hey, are you two here to look at cars?"

As the two were talking, the owner of the used car shop came out of the house.

The chubby black man grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth: "Bobby Bolivia, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Sam's father patted the boy on the shoulder and said, "Well, my son wants to buy his first car. Do you have anything here that would suit him?"

Upon hearing that business had arrived, the black man immediately perked up.

"Of course, I have quite a few sports cars here for your child to consider."

The shop owner enthusiastically led the two to a parking garage filled with dilapidated secondhand cars.

At first glance, Sam even wondered if he had stumbled upon some Iraqi battlefield. The damaged paint and broken headlights made it no wonder that the cars here were all incredibly cheap.

Driving a car like that on the road would make you a laughingstock for the rest of your life, wouldn't it?

Just as I was about to give up the idea of ​​buying a car, my phone buzzed with a message from that guy, jn666, saying he had arrived.

Sam raised his head.

His gaze swept over the shabby parking lot, and soon he spotted a handsome young man at the entrance.

The morning sun shone on him, as if gilding the young man with gold dust. Sam was sure this young man would never lack women.

Standing outside the used car market, Gino pushed down his sunglasses and sized up Sam not far away.

Just like in the movie version, Sam here is portrayed as a small, typical American nerd who is bullied.

"Cough cough."

Sam coughed twice, touched his glasses in his pocket, and then ran towards where Gino was.

"jn666?" Sam felt a little inferior and didn't dare to look Gino in the eye. He simply took out his glasses from his pocket and handed them to Gino: "These are the glasses."

"Good, cash on delivery." Gino smiled, pulled a few US dollars from his pocket and stuffed them into Sam's jacket pocket: "Keep the change."

After taking Sam's glasses, Gino left without looking back.

Shortly after he left, a car in the used car market slowly drove in the direction Gino had gone, seemingly without a driver.

The weather in Texas is indeed hot.

Gino fiddled with the glasses in his hand; the broken lenses were supposedly marked with latitude and longitude coordinates, indicating the location of Megatron, the Decepticon leader.

Before we had gone far, we heard the roar of a car engine behind us.

A dark yellow car sped off toward where Gino was.

The friction of the tires kicked up dust.

Immediately, like a highly skilled race car driver, the driver opened the driver's side door while the car drifted, clearly intending to put Gino inside.

As the orange car drifted toward him, Gino's lips curled into a smile.

"It's finally here."

The boy slowly stretched out his hand, and then...

"Bang!"

Weighing a full ton, the old sports car, transformed from Cybertronian intelligent metal, was brought to a screeching halt by a gentle touch on the front of the car by an arm.

Seemingly caught in shock and confusion, the old sports car stalled and came to a standstill.

Ignore Bumblebee's reaction at this moment.

Gino tilted his head and looked inside the car. The steering wheel on the driver's side was covered in dust, and the car's front emblem, bearing the Autobot Cybertron metal logo, was faintly visible.

(End of this chapter)