American comics: Opening Trading Tom Cat

With a few snowflakes, Tom's familiar face appeared on the screen. As soon as he appeared, he waved his paw at Locke to say hello.

"Tom, you look like you are in a good mood."

Tom grinned and laughed.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Tom disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was pushing a small cart with boxes of medicines on it. You can tell from the top that they are all the same strengthening medicines.

Locke smiled and said,"Tom is really capable. Thank you very much. I really need these."

"Besides, I have prepared a gift for you as well."

The scene turned to a corner, where a pile of small snacks, small fishing rods, meat snacks, and various milk drinks appeared.

Seeing the whole mountain of snacks, Tom's eyes suddenly widened, and his saliva flowed out like a fountain, the amount of water was so exaggerated

"In addition, there is this."Locke flipped his hand and rolled something like a wheel into the picture.

This was a huge cheese, Parmesan cheese, which is known as the most expensive cheese in the world. Locke didn't forget that cheese is Tom and Jerry's favorite, far more than meat and dried fish. As expected, Tom was almost stupid when he saw the huge cheese as big as a wheel, and his throat kept swallowing.

However, the next moment, Tom didn't drool anymore, not because he didn't want to, but suddenly, a huge hammer fell from the sky, and with a bang, Tom's whole head was flattened.

Well, it was literally flattened, and it was not an exaggeration.

If ordinary people saw this, they would probably be shocked. Locke was very calm. As for Tom, what was the matter with his head being flattened? It was no big deal to take his head off and play with it. It was just a daily operation.

Tom was also very calm. He rubbed his flattened head casually. After rubbing it back to its original shape, Tom was too lazy to join Jerry in the fight as he was trying to grab half of the bag of dried fish and run away while he was recovering his brain. It was just dried fish, but Tom was going to have a mountain of it, so he would give that half bag to the little mouse. Tom was so generous!

However, perhaps it was this knock that reminded Tom of something. Tom turned around and disappeared. When he reappeared, he had two guns in his hands, one that looked like a toy gun and the other that looked like a revolver.

Tom showed some expectation on his face and pushed the things to Locke.

Locke raised his eyebrows, and naturally he didn't think that this was an ordinary toy gun.

The latitude transaction was opened, and the hill and the big cheese disappeared at the same time, and the two guns appeared in front of Locke.

The sound of Tom's pain (happiness) being drowned by the mountain of snacks came through the screen, and Locke's attention was also on the gun. Locke was naturally very familiar with guns.

"Hey, this toy gun is a laser gun!"

Locke has some impression of this thing, one of Tom's masterpieces, but it is another one. Locke looked at it for a few times and found it was just an ordinary revolver.

"Maybe we need to fire a few shots to see the effect?"

Locke did not test the guns immediately, but put away the two guns first and turned to look at the call interface.

"Tom, what do you think about what I told you before?"

"From now on, when you follow me, you don't need to catch those mice. You just need to make your favorite little inventions all day long."

Tom poked his head out from the snacks with great effort. When he heard Locke's words, a look of distress suddenly appeared on his face. One hand instantly stretched out, and he took out a drawing board from somewhere and quickly wrote a line of words: The master went out to work.

Tom can not only write, but also write very standardly. Not only that, Tom can actually speak, but Tom's ability is very subjective. Most of the time, he thinks of himself as an ordinary cat, and cats are not supposed to talk.

As for whether cats should be able to write... well, Tom feels that they should be able to write.

"Well, when your master comes back, tell me in advance and I will go and talk to him."

As he said this, Locke glanced at the lower right corner, where the favorability had reached 99%.

Tom patted his head in distress. It was a big task for Tom to stop his master from going to work.

At this moment, the transaction prompt appeared again on the other side. Tom looked up with some doubts and accepted the transaction. The next moment, a small piece of metal hit Tom's head and fell to the ground with a clang.

Tom looked at the gold that fell to the ground, and his cat's eyes were straight. With Tom's IQ, how could he not know the value of gold!

"Give that thing to your owner. No matter what the job is, I think she won't mind talking to me for the sake of that thing."

Locke closed the latitude trading interface, picked up two guns, and prepared to find a place to test the effect.

Locke now lives in a large single-family villa, which has been modified and even has a special shooting range in the basement. At this time, Frank was there modifying the guns.

"Frank, come and see what I got."

Frank looked up and glanced at him slowly:"Colt Python, where did you get this antique?"

As for the toy gun, Frank ignored it.

Locke smiled inexplicably, antique, I'll give you a wave of antique shock next.

Locke is very skilled in using various firearms, and he can shoot them at will without debugging.

""Bang!" Ten rings.

Frank didn't even look at the ten rings. He would be surprised if Locke couldn't hit ten rings. He just listened to the gunshots and said,"That antique is well preserved."

Then, the sound of bang bang bang continued.

At first, Frank was indifferent. After all, it was just an antique. As time went by, Frank's face changed, because there had been seven consecutive gunshots.

When the tenth gunshot rang, Frank didn't care about the treasure in his hand anymore, and stared at Locke, or to be more precise, the revolver in Locke's hand.

The twentieth, the thirtieth... the fiftieth, Locke stopped. It was not because he had no bullets, but because he didn't want to shoot anymore.

""Fuck you!"

Frank, who had been calm all the time, cursed and stared at the gun in Locke's hand in amazement!

Frank's worldview was shocked like never before!

"Damn, why does the Colt Python have a fifty round capacity?!!"

"Fifty rounds?"Locke fired another shot.

Frank:………

Frank rushed to Locke at the fastest speed in his life and snatched away the revolver that almost distorted his worldview.

The gun body had not been modified in any way. It was just an ordinary Colt Python.

Frank raised the gun and started to shoot rapidly. Accompanied by a burst of dense gunshots, Frank fired a hundred shots at the fastest speed.

Numb! The whole person was numb!

Fuck, what kind of black technology is this!

The legendary infinite bullets?

Frank couldn't let go of the Colt Python in his hand. A gun with infinite bullets made Frank more excited than the legendary artifact. No, for him, this was his artifact!

""Damn it, man, if you tell me this thing doesn't belong to me, I will fight you to the death!" Frank roared excitedly.

Locke shrugged indifferently, picked up the toy gun in his hand, and fired it casually. The laser like a tongue of fire burst out, instantly cutting a dark crack on the opposite wall.

Frank:????