Meeting 3

Canada, Northern Polar Icefield, within a remote, uninhabited canyon.

Onslaught watched the several dozen Decepticon Engineers bustling back and forth before him. Irritated, he slapped an Engineer flying when it came a little too close while carrying cargo.

"Get lost!"

His face was full of impatience. Beside him, Blast Off curiously watched the cave being gradually widened, impatience also appearing on his ferocious face. "Boss, how much longer do we have to stay in this rat hole?"

Nearly two months had passed in the blink of an eye since their clash with Frenzy and the others.

Because of their injuries, Onslaught and his Combaticons had not fled very far.

They were still in Canada. Near the Northern Polar Icefield, they had found a relatively open canyon and carved out a cave in the mountain wall at its bottom as their temporary base.

Swindle, who was relatively timid, was quite satisfied with the environment here. Hearing this, he retorted, "Why leave? Isn't this place pretty good? After the boss created these Engineers, we don't even need to handle the chores ourselves anymore. Several mines have been set up too, and we'll soon have a steady stream of resources."

Brawl shoved him aside and spat. "Useless trash. Not even death can change the cowardice in your bones!"

"You want to fight?"

Swindle knew he could not beat him, but he still put on a fierce front despite his inner weakness.

Being clever, he knew perfectly well that what Onslaught hated most was his subordinates bickering endlessly. He would never stand by and watch them fight among themselves.

Sure enough, just as their heated argument was about to escalate into a brawl, Onslaught finally spoke.

"Enough. Get the hell out of my sight. The base is still in ruins, and there are places