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Cybertron,

This ancient and dilapidated planet has finally ushered in a different kind of rebirth.

On the surface of the planet,

the steel skin shattered by the bombardment of the war, the tall trusses broken by the bombardment of the energy cannon, and the countless Transformers' bodies and debris left by the battle,

the debris piled up in large quantities, dilapidated and desolate.

Now, these traces of war are all regarded as scrap metal and are being dismantled and digested by the robot wave of this universe.

The originally unsightly mess has begun to become neat and orderly.

And the remaining Transformers on the entire planet are also being transferred.

The transfer method of this universe is very simple and crude.

The Decepticons are directly sent to different worlds for mining, the Autobots are handed over to Optimus Prime for claiming, and the neutral Transformers are counted as refugees.

Such a diversion,

Soon,

the mining area sent a warning.

"Don't stuff Decepticons into the mining area anymore. We are a fully automatic unmanned mining area. If Decepticons are like this, the production capacity will be seriously affected!"

The general manager of the mining area sighed in Zhu Lao's office.

"Mr. Zhu, think of a way. These Decepticons are serious warmongers. They actually started fighting each other after being given mining equipment. Not only did they not mine, but they almost fought each other to death."

"..."

Mr. Zhu coughed twice, waved his hand, asked the person in charge to relax, and then said:

"Don't worry, after you reported this situation, I have sent professionals to deal with it."

"And in the future, most Decepticons will not go mining, but will be led to handicrafts and make high-value-added cultural and creative products!"

"Really?"

The person in charge of the mining area nodded doubtfully,

Mr. Zhu is still trustworthy, I have to go over and take a look.

After that, he left immediately.

Mr. Zhu was left alone in the office, thinking about it and nodded.

The expert group's suggestions are indeed good.

It is impossible to keep so many prisoners of war and refugees for nothing, right?

Since mining is not possible, then use the robot's expertise to do labor-intensive handicrafts and cultural and creative products for me.

When the time comes, put a batch of "Transformers handmade products" on the shelves in various parallel universes. This gimmick will sell like hot cakes, right?

The points earned will be used as food money for these Transformers.

As for the extra points, confiscate them and give them to the guards who manage them as wages!

You really think that manpower is free!

Okay, the wool comes from the sheep, perfect!

…

Pacific Rim, Pioneer Galaxy, on a planet that has been hollowed out halfway,

In the mine tunnel of Mine Area No. 16,

"Bang!"

Two Decepticons fell and fought each other, and the two sides fought fiercely, punching each other. When they grabbed each other, the Decepticon tore the other's steel body apart, pulling out a series of unknown pipes, and instantly the lubricant sprayed all over the ground.

"Okay, beat him to death!"

"Grab him hard, let him see how powerful you are!"

"Pull his head off, pull his head off!"

"Tear him apart, tear him apart!"

Nearby, large and small Decepticons put down their mining equipment, gathered together and cheered and made noises.

This is the nature of the Decepticons,

belligerent and aggressive.

However, they were all caught here to mine, and they had another trait that other dead Decepticons did not have, that is, cowardice!

"Swish!"

In the distance, at the entrance of the mine, a strange gasp sounded, and then two shells rushed in at a very fast speed and bombarded the crowd.

This shell was specially made,

exploded in the Decepticons, stunned and did not hurt anyone.

The shock wave directly scattered everyone.

"I told you to come and mine, but you little Decepticons are fighting me?!"

Ironhide, a man in green lacquer, rushed in from the mine entrance.

Without saying anything, he leaped with his sturdy body, and stepped hard on the Decepticon's head the moment he landed.

With the force of his thigh, the Decepticon's head under his feet made a cracking sound.

This steel head was actually crushed by Ironhide!

"Now, immediately, pick up the shovel at hand and dig for me, or die!"

Ironhide held the energy cannon in his hand, and stepped on the dead Decepticon. He held an electronic cigarette in his mouth and shouted angrily.

The Decepticons gathered nearby were startled, and they scattered like birds and beasts, picked up their equipment, and started digging frantically.

"Heh, you deserve to be punished!"

Ironhide had dealt with Decepticons countless times, and he knew clearly that the only useful way to deal with them was to kill those who disobeyed to set an example.

The human guards were too "soft-hearted", thinking that life was precious anyway.

Sure enough,

they had to be the Autobots to deal with the Decepticons!

Alas,

just give these Decepticons some strength!

The surrounding Decepticons were frantically using pickaxes to dig ore with their hands. Compared with other equipment, the Transformers' Iron Hands were also a good mining tool.

And once these Decepticons showed signs of laziness,

the Iron Sheet in the distance just had to say "hmm\

,"all the Decepticons would immediately speed up their digging in fear.

Of course, in addition to the mining area, the production line of handmade cultural and creative products set up for the Decepticons was also officially started!

The captives captured from Cybertron were stuffed in all at once.

…

In the Jiuzhou world, Fang Jing and Zhou Yuan were fishing on the purified Great Lakes at the northern end of the North Rice Continent. They were living a very comfortable life.

When they were not on a mission,

they could freely control their time and go wherever they wanted to play.

Look,

today they finally escaped from the magic cave of Jiuzhou University, and Zhou Yuan couldn't wait to drag him to go fishing.

"The weather is so bad today!"

Zhou Yuan lay on the chair, enjoying the gentle sun and the gentle breeze.

Fang Jing was the same,

but suddenly two children who ran past him attracted his attention.

To be precise, it was the toys in the hands of the two children and what they said.

"This is a handmade Transformers doll. Look at the label. It was made by Megatron himself!"

"This is a remote-controlled airplane made by Soundwave. Look, there is a Decepticon mark on it. I am a Decepticon. Die, biubiubiu!"

The two children ran past Fang Jing like the wind.

Fang Jing was left alone, taking off his sunglasses, messy in the wind.

Huh?

What the hell?

A handmade doll made by Megatron, a remote-controlled airplane made by Soundwave?

"Puff!"

I'm sorry, but when I think of two murderous, warmongering elements squatting on the production line to "hand-make" toys, Fang Jing just feels too fucking crazy.

Which genius came up with this plan?

It's so fucking... cool!

"Let's go, Brother Zhou, let's go buy dolls too. I want a plush toy sewn by Megatron himself!"

With a smile, Fang Jing turned his head and looked at Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan silently took off his sunglasses, and suddenly grinned, eager to try:

"Then I want a mortar model made by Soundwave himself, and give it to my nephew!"

"Okay, let's go!"

The two looked at each other,

How could they not get involved in such a cool thing?

No one can refuse a toy sewn by Transformers themselves!

If there can be a co-branded model, a Megatron model made by Megatron, it would be even better, and it would be of great collection value!