Another day was wasted. Sam Witwich, who returned home early, ignored the two little Transformers’ inquiries. He was lying on the bed and thinking constantly. He was thinking about Wesley’s words, like a demon. The whispers of "have been ringing in my ears constantly.

He didn't think about why this guy knew so much, and he didn't mean to report, instead he was thinking about what happened to him. The last girlfriend broke up with him. Although they found it very good now, they were very upset when they were dumped. They have experienced life and death.

And now he has to wait for his girlfriend to give him lunch money every day, and is constantly busy and running for a job. Why the **** US government doesn't let him go to Washington? Bumblebee won't come back as soon as he left. Maybe he wasn't very happy to be with himself, right? He is a fighter, and he only deserves to drive a classic car.

Irritable, extremely irritable, covering the quilt on his head, he is very reluctant to think about these things, but he is still very wary of Wesley, the origin of this man is a bit mysterious.

But life still has to go on. This sentence made him very helpless. He went to the interview every day and then returned disappointed. As a result, his parents came early and he was a little caught off guard.

He feels really embarrassing. He graduated from an Ivy League university. Now he can't find a job. Even his car has turned off again. He feels that everyone is fighting against him. There was no way. With the help of his parents, he started continuous interviews, but today he met with good luck.

A member of the board of directors of Acta Systems, a telecommunications and aerospace company, actually gave him a recommendation letter. Sam Witwich was very confused about this, and the result made him even more dissatisfied. It was not an administrative assistant, but a messenger. work.

He has stood up and wanted to leave, but the interviewer stopped, "My child, everyone is like this at the beginning, but as long as you work hard, your future will be different in two years."

After an extremely tormenting inner struggle, Sam Witwich finally decided to accept a job as a handyman, but at least he can now talk to his parents and girlfriend.

The business card Wesley gave him has been kept in his collection. He doesn't know why he left it, and now he can't think of so much. He has a busy job every day, and he constantly shuttles through all the floors of the company. , Send all kinds of office supplies and materials to the hands of those who need them, and then prepare the documents for the meeting. This is his daily work.

He feels like a spinning top. He majored in geopolitics. He should be dealing with the government on behalf of the company, and then seeking funding from the government. Now he is like a newsboy delivering newspapers.

"Hey, Sam." The girlfriend visited, and was a girlfriend who attracted the attention of men very much. But the bad news is that his girl owns a Mercedes-Benz sports car, which was given by her boss, which is regarded as an employee benefit.

Sam Witovich looked at his girlfriend speechlessly, "200,000 dollars, he will give you 200,000 dollars in the car? Let's sell it and buy the house!" Everyday things make him unhappy, but he is still patient. He needs a peaceful life, a job, and now everything is developing for the better?

After sending his girlfriend away, another strange guy came to him, but although it was strange, Sam Witwich heard what he said very clearly. The Decepticons are back, and a piece of scattered information has just been handed to him. Then the strange guy fell from upstairs, and then the laser bird started chasing him.

He had no choice but to go to the joint secret base of Autobots and the United States, but he was stopped at the door and pointed at with a gun. He was extremely irritable, scuffled with a guard, and snatched the radio talker. , And then yelled Bumblebee.

It wasn't until the Hornet appeared that Sam Witwich's mood improved a little, but in the end he sent the information, but he was still driven away by the Director of the National Security Agency.

All the squeezing dissatisfaction broke out in an instant. He refused when Bumblebee wanted to send him away. He drove his girlfriend home in his classic car, and then walked alone on the street.

A business card was crumpled, Sam Witwich hesitated, and finally took out his cell phone and dialed the number on it.

"Hello?" Wesley's voice came.

"I... I'm Sam, Sam Witovich, I want to know what you are looking for me?" Sam asked with difficulty, a series of disagreements made him finally want to do something, and Wei Sley laughed silently on the other end of the phone.

"Very well, Sam, you have finally decided, so let's meet now, I'll pick you up and tell me where you are."

In a secluded alley, Wesley stopped the car slowly, then got out of the car, and Sam Witwich also got up and walked out of the car, "What are you taking me here for?" After the two met. , Wesley chose this secluded alley.

"You saved the world twice, but in the end you are just an ordinary person, so now I will make you extraordinary, what do you think?" Wesley smiled, and then used the watch controller to make the sports car start to deform .

A special sound of "Ka Ka Ka" came out, the sports car began to deform, and then turned into a tall metal robot, "Wow wow wow..." Sam hurried back a few steps in fright, "Are you Decepticons?" This was his first reaction.

"Calm down, see clearly." Wesley said with a smile.

Sam Witovich calmed down and watched carefully. The robot stood motionless, not like a Transformer, as if lifeless, "What is this?"

"How about the Transformers I made? How about they do not have life and are driven by humans?"

"It's impossible, how could it happen?" Sam Witwich said as he walked up and stroked the metal body of the robot. The cold feeling made him very calm. This is true. "How to drive?" he asked.

Wesley used the controller to open the cockpit again, then stood up, the spirit connection was completed, the body merged, and then the robot's eyes lit up, and the electronic synthesis sounded, "How about Sam? Do you believe it now?" Wesley He walked around, then deformed again, reverting to a sports car, and Wesley sat in the driving position.

"I can't believe it, but why are you looking for me?" Sam Witwich hurriedly sat in the passenger seat, asking in disbelief.