"Don't get excited. Your girlfriend's boss is a human, but he works for the Decepticons. The rcedes-Benz sports car your girlfriend drives is a Decepticons." Wesley was neither fast nor slow.
"God, if you knew, why didn't you tell earlier? What should I do now? No, I have to save her." Sam Witwicky was getting agitated again.
"Hey, man, you're too anxious. She's not in any danger now because she's just a tool to lure you. What are you anxious about? She's safer if you don't go."
"Yes, it's safer for not to go, but… but I can't not go. If I don't go, I'll lose her. What should I do now? Why didn't you tell earlier?"
"Hehe, don't worry. If I tell you earlier, and then you go and tell your girlfriend, will she believe you? She will think that you are jealous, so it's just right to go now. But when you go, there will be a battle. This is your first battle." Wesley paused. "I hope you can co back alive."
"Do you want to test ?" Sam Witwicky asked.
"No, I just want to stimulate your potential. There's no ti for you to train now, so you have to go straight to combat. For you and your girlfriend, you have to win."
"Understood. Don't worry, I'll win." Sam Witwicky hung up the phone, then got into the sports car and drove away. Sam, with a serious face, ca to the manor of his girlfriend, Carly's boss. There was a cocktail party here. Sam Witwicky parked the car and cald himself down.
Then he stepped inside. His arrival did not attract the attention of the security guard, or perhaps they noticed but let him through. If Wesley had not reminded him, he would not have noticed this. At a party on a private estate, people who did not have an invitation would not be thrown out. These people all knew themselves. Sam Witwicky walked in calmly.
His girlfriend, Carly, and her boss, Dylan Gould, were sitting together and talking. Sam Witwicky walked straight over. "Carrie, I think we should talk about our problems."
"Wow, Sam, welco. How about sitting down and having a drink together?" Dylan Gould had been waiting for this mont. Now that the protagonist is on the stage, he is happy.
"I don't need alcohol, or a sports car, or a job. I just need to talk to my girlfriend now. Is that okay?" Sam Witwicky remained calm. Although he is usually a little irritable, he is always calm when it is critical. Only a person with a big heart can save the earth twice.
He reached out to Carly and then looked at Dylan Gould. Carly hurriedly stood up. "Sorry, excuse ." Fortunately, Sam was more important to Carly than her boss. "What's going on?" Carly whispered.
"We'll talk about it outside." Sam Witwicky pulled Carly out while Dylan Gould straightened his suit, then got up and followed them, looking calm.
"Sam, my father once talked to about so difficult choices." Dylan Gould's opening statent seed to be about so history or sothing? And Sam Witwicky was not interested in it. He just wanted to go back to his sports car now, where he thought it was safe.
"Let's talk about it next ti. I need to talk to Carly now. Maybe she'll give you a resignation letter tomorrow." Sam Witwicky was changing the subject.
However, Dylan Gould did not want to move. He had just started. At the sa ti, in his heart, Sam Witwicky would definitely take Carly to the sports car that he had given out. That was the sound wave of the Tyrannical Tiger. Only then would it have enough impact.
"Back then, my father's accounting firm was in charge of reviewing NASA's budget. He taught that if you don't participate in the war, then you must be on the side of the winner." Dylan Gould's words made Sam Witwicky understand instantly why Wesley said this guy was with the Decepticons. He reviewed NASA's budget and then amplified the budget, forcing the United States to give up the moon landing program, so that the secret on the back of the moon would not be discovered.
Sam Witwicky didn't stop. Instead, he sped up a little and rushed out of the door. He stuffed Carly into the passenger seat of the sports car. Then he jumped and slid from the front of the car to the other side. He opened the door and got in. His movents were indescribably clean.
"Sam, is this your car?" Carly asked in confusion.
Boom! The car started and Sam Witwicky stepped on the accelerator. The sports car instantly accelerated and then began to run out of the manor. At this ti, he said, "Yes, this is my car, a car that really belongs to . Your boss is a Dominating Tiger. The one he gave you is a Dominating Tiger. I think you can submit your resignation tomorrow."
"What? How is it possible…" Before Carly could finish, a rcedes-Benz sports car caught up with them. Carly looked back and saw that it was her car. The rcedes-Benz suddenly jumped up and began to change shape. A huge tal robot landed heavily on the ground, then its legs moved and it caught up. "Oh, no, Sam."
"I know, I know, I'm accelerating." The car began to accelerate, but this was the manor, not the road, and the speed was limited. The sound wave caught up in a few steps and lifted with one arm. The back of Sam Witwicky's sports car was lifted and then rolled in the air.
Sam Witwicky had planned to just drive away and escape, but now it seed impossible. His first battle was here. "Co on, Shape Change."
Excitent, tension, excitent, fear. A lot of emotions were expressed in the shouting. Complicated emotions were integrated into his voice. There was a strange clicking sound that was filled with a tallic texture. Sam Witwicky's body began to stretch with the transformation, and Carly was thrown directly out of the car. The transformation was complete, and Sam Witwicky hurriedly caught the screaming Carly.
The body half-knelt on the ground. Sam Witwicky put Carly on the ground while she stared blankly at the body. "Sam?"
"It's . I'm Sam Witwicky. I'm a Transforr among humans. Carly, start running out now. Don't look back." Sam Witwicky felt cool now. He stood up and turned around.
Dylan Gould ca and followed. He was stunned by what he saw. "Are you Sam Witwicky?"
The robot turned and glanced at Dylan Gould. "Didn't you say you would be on the winning side? Then I'll tell you who will win. Don't think you're the only one with secrets. You know too little." Sam Witwicky directly assud a stance. This is what he and Ricky Simmons' bodyguard have learned in the past few days, so simple fighting techniques.
Sonic looked at the robot in front of him in confusion, then began to scan its eyes. "You are not a Transforr," Sonic said.
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