Although his name is Clark Kent, although he has black-rimmed glasses and black hair, and even though he pulls open his repairman uniform and reveals a tights with an S logo underneath, he is really not Superman.
Russell has already confirmed this. Before getting into the car, he punched Clark, and Clark knelt down and vomited, holding his stomach. If he were Superman...
Pretty good too!
To put it another way, if this guy is really Superman, Russell will be able to hit him with all his strength in the future. If he can hit Superman with one punch until he vomits acid, what else does he have to be afraid of?
"BOSS, regarding the punch just now, my lawyer..."
"Double your salary this month!"
"Okay, no problem with me or my lawyer."
The above was the conversation between Russell and Clark. After a brief exchange with him, Russell realized that Clark dressed like this on purpose.
To catch girls!
Because he has the same name as Superman, Clark has been very popular since he was a child. He started working out in junior high school and became even more popular after he built up his muscles.
Girls like to show off, and they will say to their peers, you know Clark Kent, I slept with him.
However, the good times came to an end when Clark graduated from high school. Girls who have entered society have matured. They will not superficially pursue superheroes, nor will they care about the S-type logo. Let the poor supermen go to hell. Their ideal type is Bruce Wayne!
Russell: "..."
Great, this is very true!
Clark drove and took Russell to his auto repair shop. He didn't know whether it was because the land in Duluth was not valuable, or because he was really rich, but this auto repair shop occupied a very large area. The number of employees has reached three digits. In addition to cars and motorcycles of various sizes, armored vehicles and tanks are also repaired and serviced.
After walking around the factory with his hands behind his back, Russell tried out his Lamborghini supercar, and after confirming that it was correct, he went to the office on the second floor. He didn't feel complacent just because everyone called him BOSS. In the Marvel world, there were too many loyal little brothers. In comparison, an auto repair shop was like a child's play.
An office with a strong smell of lubricating oil is unavoidable since it is an auto repair shop. Russell didn't mind it either. He sat in a chair and started browsing the news online, looking for clues related to the background of the world.
After a search, Russell found nothing. Just like the real world, at least on the surface there are no supernatural forces or aliens invading the earth. The webpage was filled with all kinds of celebrity scandals and junk advertisements. After reading it for a while, he gave up.
"BOSS, this is this month's report. Take a look at it and sign it if it's ok."
The office door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in. He had a Mediterranean beard and a very cheerful look. The big man was covered in stains but was responsible for clerical work. Russell couldn't bear to see him and complained that his previous identity was too stingy.
"I will post a recruitment information online later. I want to find a female secretary." Russell scanned the report and signed it. "The salary can be higher, but it must be young and beautiful, um... I Take charge of the interview personally.”
"BOSS, why are you recruiting a female secretary? I am a top student at Cornell University and I am qualified for this part-time job." The bearded man was a little dissatisfied. He had three children to support and could not afford to lose the money from this part-time job.
“Your salary stays the same!”
Russell dropped a word, and the bearded man's face instantly changed, and he said caringly and considerately: "BOSS, the recruitment information needs to be refined. What content do you want to add, long legs, big chest, or chestnut hair?"
As expected of a top student at Cornell University, he analyzed the orders from his superiors in a very short period of time and detailed them down to the execution link.
Russell rolled his eyes and said bluntly: "Don't get me wrong, I just don't want to see your shiny head as soon as I enter the office."
"This is a family inheritance. If you are not satisfied, I will buy a wig tomorrow, but I ask for an increase in high temperature subsidies." The beard laughed at himself, as if thinking of something, and said: "BOSS, if it is a beautiful woman Secretary, there is a nice girl in the auto repair shop. She is good at repairing motorcycles. She is used to the smell of the factory and will not suffer from nausea or vomiting, which will damage your reputation."
As he said that, the bearded man opened the blinds and pointed downstairs: "She is right there. You can tell her at a glance. Because of her, there have been more boys repairing motorcycles recently."
Russell came to the window and looked down intently. What he saw was a dismantled motorcycle with a youthful brown-haired girl standing next to it.
She was wearing hot pants, exposing her straight long legs, and her upper body was covered with a repairman's greasy overalls, which were open and unbuttoned, with a shirt underneath that exposed her navel. Her wheat-colored skin made her look youthful and energetic.
"Jennifer!?"
Russell was surprised. The girl was very beautiful, and he was very familiar with it. In the chaotic world of demons, Jennifer had this face. He has exquisite facial features, a high nose bridge, attractive red lips, and a charming temperament between his eyebrows. There is a lot of data stored in the digital camera, and he will not admit it wrong.
"BOSS, her name is not Jennifer, Michaela Baynes, that's her name."
Russell didn't reply. He frowned and thought deeply for a moment, guessing the possibility of the background of the world. With Jennifer's face, he could only think of Transformers and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Considering Mikaela's age, she is most likely a Transformer!
So the current timeline...
"Who is that? Is she still in school now?"
"Yes, she is a student at Marshall Middle School, a public school in the Catholic district. Her father is in jail and she has no mother. She usually works in an auto repair shop to make money." The bearded man shrugged, a regrettable young girl. If possible, he Don't mind giving each other a hand.
Russell was speechless: "A female student who has not graduated from high school, does she have time to come to work?"
"BOSS, are you really going to ask for a female secretary to work?"
Russell: "..."
"It's just a joke, don't mind!" The bearded man said with a smile: "She will graduate next year. As far as I know, her grades are average and her family has no money to send her to college. She will be happy to take this job."
"Wait, why don't you ask me if I would be happy?"
"I think you will be happy with it. Even if she does nothing, she is still a beautiful vase. Isn't that what offices are like!"
"Okay, I'm starting to believe you're an Ivy League top student."
"BOSS, it doesn't matter if you don't believe it, I have a certificate."
"It's up to her, tell her she can go to work tomorrow." Russell covered his face with his hands and glanced at the beard: "Speaking of which, I haven't cared about your name yet?"
"Jeff, his full name is Jeff Richardson."
Russell: "..."
"What's wrong, BOSS?"
"It's nothing. Just go out and don't come in even if I ask you."
"..."
…
"What happened to this car repair shop? Each name is weirder than the last. I wouldn't be surprised if another Diana Prince pops up!"
Russell sat back in his seat, opened the web page and started looking for clues. If this is really the world of Transformers, based on the fact that Michaela has not graduated from high school, it can be inferred that the plot has not yet begun. It is easy to confirm, and the evidence is on eBay.
This online auction and shopping website, which allows people around the world to buy and sell items online, is currently auctioning off an interesting item, glasses that record the coordinates of the source of fire.
Arctic, adventure, glasses, with just three keywords, a pair of damaged old-fashioned round-framed glasses popped up on the web page.
The starting price is $250, and shipping is $8!
Although the seller 'Heartthrob 217' is very good at telling stories and uses the most concise language to add various legendary colors to this pair of glasses. For example, the owner of the glasses was the first explorer to explore the North Pole. He has seen many interesting things with these glasses, but netizens are not fools, or they are not fools to the point of hopelessness. The number of bidders for the glasses is zero so far.
Russell created an account with the name 'I own an auto repair shop', and broke the embarrassment of becoming the first bidder, bidding the starting price of US$250.
These glasses are indeed legendary, because the coordinate data implanted by Megatron can even be regarded as an alien text carrier, but the source of fire has long been transferred by the American emperor. Whether it is an Autobot or a Decepticon, getting this You get nothing with glasses.
Russell doesn't mind it, he wants these glasses. This is the simplest and most effective way for him to intervene in the plot.
Regardless of what the world mission is, it must be triggered by contact with the Cybertronians. With the glasses, he can sit at home and wait for the mission to come to him.
On the other side, the heartthrob 217 was waiting in front of the computer, refreshing the page every five minutes. When he saw Russell bidding, he immediately contacted him.
Sam Witwicky is a good-for-nothing male protagonist whose character is more of a nerd. Through his eBay name, it is not difficult to see that he is still a dull guy.
At the age of 18, he is still a Shakespearean boy. Sam cannot tolerate this and wants to rise up in his final year of high school.
First, he has to have a car.
It’s not a big problem. If he gets an A in his last history class tomorrow, he will get his father’s poverty alleviation fund and own a Porsche.
Then, he needed to enrich his wallet. The meager salary he earned from working could not afford to have a date with a girl, so he sold all his potentially valuable personal belongings. The one he had high hopes for was his great-great-grandfather. glasses.
"Man, you are such a genius. You have a pair of eyes that are good at discovery. Believe me, these glasses are definitely a treasure."
"so?"
"So, I decided to explain its origin to you first, so that you know its value is much more than $250."
Seeing that Sam was about to transform into Spider-Man, Russell replied angrily: "Please summarize it within 10 words, otherwise I won't buy it."
"$1,000!"
"Sorry, I won't buy it."
"Wait, $800... okay, $600... $500, no more."
"For $250, you can sell it if you like it!"
"Deal!" 250 U.S. dollars was not bad. Sam didn't expect to be taken advantage of from the beginning. He typed on the keyboard and continued to ask: "You can pay online, and I will send the glasses to you right away. Of course, the shipping cost will be yours." It’s all written on the website.”
"I'm in Duluth, Minnesota. If you're nearby, I'll choose to meet and trade." Russell replied directly. Who knows how fast the American express company is, and if it was robbed midway, his work would be in vain.
"Oh my god, this must be God's arrangement. I'm in Duluth too." Sam made a smiley face and continued typing: "For God's sake, how about an extra $50? I have to pay for the meeting." Fuel costs, you know, supercars are very fuel-hungry."
"Child, you must be a student who has never been in love."
"What, how do you know, are you God?"
"It's not hard to guess that your hormones that are in urgent need of release have spread through the network cable to the entire Internet!"
"..."
