Aaron liked cars. The bigger the headlights, the better, and the more comfortable the interior, the better. The car Carly described resonated perfectly with him.
Originally, Aaron was planning to depart for Britain first.
But now...
"Perhaps we can look at another car first?"
"I happen to need another commuter car right now. If the car condition is satisfactory, our transaction will be very pleasant."
Carly proactively ca up and linked arms with Aaron. "Please follow ."
As a sports car salesperson, she had never considered actively helping a client test-drive a car. But now, Carly changed her mind.
The custor is God. She needed to serve the custor wholeheartedly and ensure they had a perfect test drive experience. After all, she was a sports car salesperson, serving only successful individuals.
Naturally, she had to provide comprehensive service to custors, being as thorough as possible.
As they walked, Aaron suddenly said, "I think we can test drive in the car."
"Huh?"
Carly was bewildered.
How could they test drive not in the car?
Then she suddenly understood but she was quite hesitant.
"That would easily get the new car dirty, and our supervisor wouldn't agree."
Aaron took out a card. "Perhaps I can try to persuade your supervisor?"
Carly's eyes lit up. "Of course, I think this test drive experience will be unprecedentedly pleasant."
The two turned around and left through the hotel entrance, heading to Carly's workplace.
Carly's supervisor was persuaded and smiled as he saw Aaron and Carly off.
Aaron drove Carly onto the main road, beginning a brand-new test-drive experience.
This car was indeed as great as Carly described. Whether it was the upper or lower doors, they were very smooth.
Perhaps Aaron's driving was too aggressive, leading to irreparable damage to the new car. But this was all acceptable.
Moreover, this car was currently a high-end luxury version. From its factory release until now, it had only served Aaron. It also featured an autonomous driving mode, making it irresistible.
While Mikaela was still working on her father, Aaron temporarily took this car to Britain.
It's a pity,
Perhaps because the sports car was too pampered, as soon as they arrived in Britain, the new car temporarily stalled and had to cool down to recover.
Seeing this, Aaron could only call Jetfire Pri, taking Carly into the spacious cabin. Then, according to gatron's intel, they headed to Castle Folgan in England.
At this mont.
Countless light-years away from Earth, on Cybertron.
Giant loudspeakers echoed gatron's electronic voice.
"All Decepticons, heed my command! Imdiately cease your pursuit of the Autobots! Depending on your situation, proceed to Cybertron or Earth as soon as possible!"
"Our creator, Aaron, has returned! Cybertron is about to usher in a new era!"
"..."
"Creator? Aaron?"
A female transforr, floating in the air and roughly human-sized, looked up in confusion. Her blue eyes flickered slightly, as if in thought.
"Could it be one of the Pris who survived the disaster?"
"Or has that one revived?"
"No, impossible."
"They have both fallen into slumber. All the Pris, except the Fallen, have perished."
"It seems another fellow, just like ... is attempting to dominate Cybertron." Quintessa secretly mused.
"Lockdown!"
A grim-faced silver-white transforr erged.
"Do you have any news about Earth?"
Lockdown took out a docunt. "On my way here, I happened to acquire so information about Earth."
"The Fallen is dead? Aaron, suspected to be the creator, controls the Autobot and Decepticon leaders?"
"Do you have more detailed information?"
Quintessa was quite displeased with the vague information.
Lockdown lowered his head. "Sorry, the situation on Earth is very strange."
"All Decepticons and Autobots who participated in this war have ceased extensive information exchange with the outside world."
"My informant is not on Earth. The information he knows cos from the Decepticons stationed on Mars and the moon."
"They only know that the creator nad Aaron possesses the ability to resurrect and enhance Cybertronian warriors."
"And the Fallen was slain by Jetfire Pri due to gatron's betrayal."
"Jetfire Pri?"
Quintessa was bewildered again.
Was there such a formidable character as Jetfire Pri on Cybertron?
Why didn't she know?
Could it be that all the information she knew was false?
"Could Jetfire Pri be that legendary Decepticon, Jetfire?" Lockdown guessed.
Quintessa shook her head. "His strength is decent, but he's just an ordinary leader."
"Jetfire Pri? He's not worthy."
She knew Jetfire, rely a minion of the Fallen.
Years ago, he was sent to Earth to build the Star Harvester and remain on Earth to guard the information.
After the Fallen was exiled, Jetfire and other forr subordinates of the Fallen had been abandoned. He's probably rusting in so corner by now.
"No matter who they are, I will not allow anyone to misuse my na."
"There is only one creator of Cybertron, and that is , Quintessa." Quintessa's voice was cold.
She had nad herself the Pri of Life.
aning the creator of the transforrs, the Master of Cybertron and the Allspark.
"Perhaps I need to go to Earth myself."
"With gatron and Optimus Pri united, your strength has lost the possibility of completing the mission."
Quintessa had originally intended for Lockdown, as a bounty hunter, to take his little pet to deal with the thieves who betrayed her, naly the Cybertronian Knights currently on Earth.
She was currently assessing Earth, to see if those Autobots were still worth salvaging.
If the assessnt is not passed, Lockdown would need to conveniently deal with those annoying Autobots.
As the most famous, cruelest, and 100% successful super rcenary of Cybertron, although Lockdown's strength was only Quasi-Leader Level, his wisdom and cunning compensated for his weakness and made him an existence feared even by the Decepticons.
On his warship, there were many Ancient Cybertronian prisoners he had killed or captured. Among them were many Super Leader Level powerhouses. But they had all beco wrecks representing dals of honor.
His armory was filled with weapons from various Ancient Cybertronians or Ancient Knights.
He would greedily seize anything of value, greatly satisfying his inner pleasure.
"Pri of Life, although you are my employer, that does not an you can insult my character.'
Lockdown was very displeased. He was not Quintessa's subordinate, but a collaborator. He would not defect to anyone, no one was worthy of his loyalty.
Whether they were Autobots or Decepticons, in his eyes, they were all children. Even facing the so-called Pri of Life Quintessa this ti, he was completely unafraid.
Quintessa looked over. "Or rather, can you defeat the combined Autobots and Decepticons?"
"Hmph!"
Lockdown did not answer directly, but instead said, "I cannot win a frontal battle, but the reason I can complete tasks 100% of the ti is not solely reliant on strength."
"There is sothing even more important—strategy."
"Give so ti, and I will bring you the heads of gatron and Optimus Pri, and retrieve what you desire."
"And you must also give what I desire."
Quintessa shook her head. "It's too late."
"They are gathering armies. Autobots and Decepticons across the entire Universe are mobilizing."
"Once they are fully assembled, your broken spaceship and chanical Hounds won't even be worth ntioning."
Quintessa looked at him. "Now, in my capacity as the employer, I am changing the contract."
Lockdown frowned. "Temporarily changing the contract? Who do you take for? I am a professional Bounty Hunter."
"I absolutely will not do sothing that violates professional ethics."
Quintessa stared straight at him.
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