Russell Skywalker

At Russell's house, Mikaela finished washing up, changed into a T-shirt and shorts, and lay on the living room sofa watching TV.

She was there against her will; her father had once again thrown a party tonight where everyone wore only pajamas, and he had invited some women who were best left unmentioned. The scene was even more indescribable, so she had no choice but to stay at Russell's house.

Mikaela expressed her heartache, saying that her father planned to hold such parties for a whole month, which meant she would have to stay at Russell's house for a month.

Russell: What brand is your dad? His kidneys are really strong!

As for the rent, Mikaela said she would pay with her wages, since she was Russell's employee and it would be deducted directly from her salary.

The girl's lies were full of holes. If you just went to her house, the truth would come out. But Russell didn't say much. What good would it do him to drive away a hot-dressed beauty?

Russell sat in his second-floor room, on which sat an old pair of glasses worth $250. He used a magnifying glass to copy down the Cybertronian script on the lenses.

Cybertron, the home planet of the Transformers, is a massive metallic planet and the home of powerful mechanical lifeforms that can transform their bodies between robot forms and various other forms.

A planet with a long history, where the battles between the Autobots and Decepticon can be traced back millions of years!

Russell was not interested in studying the history of Transformers. He was in the world of Transformers movies, where the background had changed significantly compared to the animated version, so there was no point in delving into it.

What he valued was the technological prowess of the Transformers. Leaving aside the Space Bridge, Dark Matter Reactor, and Star Absorption Tower, their individual weapons alone had many merits. It's worth noting that in the Transformers universe, human technology was a product of the reversal of Megatron.

Stealing a Space Battleship or seizing the corpse of a Transformers wouldn't satisfy Russell. The real treasure lay in the culture of this race, not in using their corpses to study some super robot.

"But first of all, I hope this World Quest won't be limited to just the first book. Learning isn't something that can be done overnight." Russell copied and organized the text without referring to a translation, completely clueless.

"If only a Transformers would be willing to teach me..." Russell complained, and just as he finished speaking, a strange noise came from outside the window.

He sensed no biological activity nearby, but a considerable amount of energy was moving toward him!

Russell remained calm, picked up his glasses, and went outside. If they were Decepticon from the evil side, they would definitely try to steal them. The battle was no problem; he could test the Transformers' capabilities and see if, as in the movies, a few America soldiers could handle them with single-soldier Rocket.

On the second-floor corridor, Russell had just reached the stairs when the window at the end was broken, and a humanoid robot, half a head shorter than him, jumped in.

With a silvery-white metallic body covered in sharp spikes, slender limbs like bones, two blue electronic eyes, and a ferocious mouth, it is Chaos, a Decepticon member who has come to find the glasses!

Confusion is small in size and works as Barricade's partner. He can transform into various small appliances in daily life and is usually carried by a large Decepticon. Combat is not his specialty; he is an expert in infiltrating and gathering intelligence.

He took advantage of his small size and agility to lurk in unknown corners and was also skilled at hacking into computer systems to upload and steal files.

"Russell! I have a car repair shop! Bring out those glasses you're holding!" The chaotic, chattering electronic voice was extremely noisy. He brandished his claws and brandished a small machine gun on his right arm.

Russell's eyes lit up. If he could capture the Chaos, he could force him to pledge allegiance through Enslavement and then learn Cybertron culture.

He wasn't sure if Enslavement was effective against Silicon-based lifeforms forms. The Transformers' spark could indeed be considered a soul, but a crucial step in the Enslavement skill was to inscribe a contract with blood. Could blood penetrate metal and reach the spark directly?

Russell decided to give it a try!

"Gah gah gah, bring out the glasses you're holding!" Confusion roared again, its shrill voice like a cat scratching a blackboard, extremely grating on the heart.

Russell shrugged, indicating that he had no weapon, and with a flick of his wrist, tossed the glasses case high into the air.

Without thinking much, Confusion stepped forward to catch the glasses case. At that moment, Russell suddenly produced a Desert Eagle and fired four bullets in quick succession, aiming at Confusion's shoulder and knee respectively.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The bullet struck the translucent energy shield, sparks flying everywhere. The bewildered man was knocked back by the kinetic energy carried by the bullet and fell sprawled to the ground. The machine gun on his arm fired wildly, all of its bullets hitting the ceiling.

"That's not how it was portrayed in the movie. Even Chaos has an energy shield, so the other Transformers must have one too." Russell's eyes flashed with a sharp light. It was highly likely that the director spent all the money on the explosions and didn't have enough money for special effects, so he cut out the energy shields.

"Aaaaaah—"

Confused and screaming, he scrambled to his feet, not having time to wonder where Russell got his weapon, and raised the machine gun to fire.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There were too many meaningless and superfluous movements. Before the chaotic action could begin, Russell fired three more bullets, this time with Magic Power blue Negasonic Teenage Warhead.

With his steady arm supporting him, all three bullets hit a single point on the shield, instantly piercing it and striking his confused right arm as he held the gun.

With a frantic scream, his arm weapon broke, and he threw four darts before turning and fleeing out the window.

Russell lay down to dodge the darts, then aimed at the bewildered figure and continued firing. The energy shield was still there, but it couldn't stop the Mana Bullet. The bewildered figure was shot in both legs and crashed heavily to the floor as soon as he jumped up.

"Attack! Attack!"

The escape plan failed, and in a state of confusion, she continued her attack, turning around and launching darts.

Four darts ripped through the air, whistling past him. Russell crouched on the ground, another Desert Eagle appearing in his hand. A powerful Mana Bullet fired, instantly shattering the energy shield and tearing Chaos to pieces, limbs scattered, an electronic eye falling and dangling from its mouth.

"Unknown energy, intelligence is incorrect, on Earth..."

Clang!

Russell infused his Magic Power, Desert Eagle's blade extended energy, pressing against Confusion's neck, causing the latter to immediately stop babbling.

Gunshots rang out. Mikaela, who was watching TV downstairs, staggered up to the second floor and was so frightened by the scene of devastation that she covered her mouth.

Russell was struggling to come up with a reasonable explanation for Mikaela to accept the reality that aliens exist on Earth when she let out an excited scream.

"Ah!!"

"That's so cool! You must be Superman or Jedi Knight, right?" Mikaela held her hand to her chest, her watery eyes filled with admiration.

Russell: "..."

Girl, you should ask the robot on the ground what's going on first; it has its pride too.

Russell was overthinking it. Young America are far more receptive to new things than he had imagined. Even if he told Mikaela now that his real name was Russell Skywalker, she might still believe him!

"Jedi Knight and Superman have been discovered." The more adaptable one was Confusion, who tagged Russell with two labels and recorded them in the database.

Russell flicked his energy blade, slicing open half of Confusion's metal neck, then picked up the glasses case from the floor, grabbed Confusion's head, and strode into the room. Before closing the door, he stopped Mikaela, who was red-faced and panting, from following him in. "I need to interrogate the prisoner. We can discuss any questions later, okay?"

"No problem, I'll clean up the corridor right away." Mikaela was excited, feeling like she had become a superhero's assistant, and ran off happily.

Inside the room, Russell punched the bewildered man in the face, silencing him and beginning the Enslavement Contract.

It failed, a failure that has no blood relation to the son of success!

He pried open the bewildered chest, finding the other's soul, as tiny as a fingernail, but failed to Enslavement. Clearly, when this skill was created, the existence of Silicon-based lifeforms forms was completely unknown.

Clang!

An energy blade pierced through the bewildered chest, and Russell lifted him into the air. "Surrender, pledge your allegiance to me!"

"No, Megatron will definitely kill me."

"Me too!"

Swish! Swish! Swish!

With a swift stroke, Russell decisively chopped Frenzy into branches, stripping away the excess parts until only a head and the AllSpark remained. He stuffed Frenzy into a safe, locked it securely, and sealed it away, hoping that perhaps after Megatron's death, the creature would change its mind.

"Ding-dong~~Ding-dong~~~"

The doorbell rang, and Russell peered out the window. He saw five cars parked on the street: a Pontiac, a Hummer H2 modified for search and rescue, a GM pickup truck, Chevrolet Camaro, and most conspicuously, Peter 389!

The king of the highways, the American super muscle truck!

"The Autobots have finally arrived..."

[Bite!]

[The host has come into contact with the story character Optimus Prime, triggering Lottery Draw. Two chances to draw are granted. Do you wish to draw now?]

[The host has come into contact with the story character Ironhide, triggering Lottery Draw. Do you wish to draw now?]

[The host has come into contact with the story character Jazz, triggering Lottery Draw. Would you like to draw now?]

Of the five Autobots, three triggered the lottery, which is a very high probability.

The person ringing the doorbell is Sam. It's impossible for him to take a taxi home. He's a cosmic mechanical life form, Decepticon, Autobots, and the fate of Earth is at stake. He can ride along in the storyline, gain fame, and become a hero who saves the world. Only a fool would take a taxi home.

Become the hero who saves the earth, tell Mikaela that the secondhand Chevrolet is a super robot, and you won't have to worry about not being able to invite her into the car.

Sam didn't want to be just a passerby, so he shamelessly begged Optimus Prime to take him along. He said it didn't matter that he didn't have the glasses; he could buy them back if given another chance!

"You are... uh, you are Sim, what are you doing here?" Mikaela pushed open the door, quite surprised.

"M... Mikaela!?"

My name is Sam, Sam Witwicky, not Sim!

Sam looked up with a bitter expression. This was indeed Russell's house. So the question was, why was his goddess here, dressed as if she had just taken a shower and was about to go to bed?

In a daze, Sam seemed to hear the sound of something shattering—his fragile young heart!