owlsbooks #606 - Chapter 43: Megatron's Conspiracy
#606 - Chapter 43: Megatron's Conspiracy
Red Spider explained with a helpless expression, "Master, this matter really can't be entirely blamed on me. You saw it with your own eyes. We were only gone for a little over a year, and such a massive spaceship and the entire base just vanished into thin air! In my opinion, those despicable Autobots must be behind this."
Megatron frowned and retorted decisively, "Absolutely impossible! That was the Fallen King Kong's spaceship. It crashed in that place millions of years ago. If that spaceship were still operational, it would have flown away on its own long ago. However, none of this matters anymore. As long as our carefully planned scheme progresses step by step, the revival of Cybertron is just around the corner. Remember, in the days to come, do not provoke those Autobots lightly."
Red Spider quickly lowered his head and replied, "Yes, my master!"
At that moment, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the clear sky. Everyone looked up and saw a huge vulture flying rapidly towards them. As it approached, everyone was surprised to discover that it was not an ordinary vulture at all, but a mechanical bird made of metal! The mechanical bird landed steadily on the shoulder of a Decepticon member, and this Decepticon was none other than the chief intelligence officer of the Decepticons - Soundwave.
"Soundwave, what brings you here? Does your little bird bring good news?" Megatron said, rubbing his head. His head was still aching from the treatment he was receiving from the medical robot, which made him feel unusually irritable.
Laserbeak opened its metal beak and made a sharp, piercing sound: "Great Leader Megatron! The Autobot fools have fallen for your trap as expected! Optimus Prime has led his men to the moon. They really found the Ark and brought all the items inside back to Earth."
Upon hearing this news, a hint of joy appeared on Megatron's狰狞 face. He excitedly raised the huge battle axe in his hand and slammed it down on the hard ground. With a loud bang, the ground was instantly smashed into a deep pit, and the surrounding dust flew up, like a small sandstorm.
"Hahahaha! That's great! Well done, Soundwave! Immediately monitor all spaceships traveling to and from the moon, and don't let go of any clues! In addition, those human spies you arranged are now useless. In order to prevent them from exposing our plan, they must be eliminated!" Megatron said fiercely.
Soundwave nodded respectfully and replied, "As you command, Leader Megatron!" Then, he turned to look at Laserbeak, who was circling in the air waiting for instructions, and shouted, "Laserbeak, did you hear that? Follow the leader's instructions immediately and kill those useless human spies! Make it clean!"
After receiving the order, Laserbeak waved its wings violently and rushed towards the distance like lightning. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a small black dot and disappeared from sight.
Watching Laserbeak's receding figure, Megatron slowly stretched out his thick, powerful fingers and groped around in the gap in his head. After a while, he actually pulled out a small and exquisite medical robot.
The poor medical robot struggled and twisted desperately in Megatron's giant palm, but all of this was in vain. Megatron looked expressionlessly at the insignificant little thing in his hand, a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth. "Humph! I hope you guys can be more careful this time and don't make any more mistakes. Otherwise..." Megatron said coldly, then he squeezed hard without hesitation. With a crisp "crack", the medical robot was instantly crushed into a pile of scrap metal, scattered all over the ground.
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Washington, D.C., USA, K Street, located between the US Capitol and the White House, runs east to west, traversing northern Washington. It is a famous "lobbying street" in the United States. It brings together a large number of think tanks, lobbying groups, public relations companies, non-governmental organizations, international group headquarters, the World Bank, and the International Monetary Fund.
Echilieta Systems Corporation, specializing in control and communication systems, its businesses include: mining excavators, oil and gas field equipment, stationary standby generators, marine power and control systems, military vehicle control, truck and large industrial equipment control. Especially in the aerospace industry, the company has achieved remarkable achievements. Not only that, but it is also one of NASA's many special suppliers.
At this moment, Sam was standing there waiting for the elevator with a look of frustration. You know, this was the thirtieth company he had interviewed with. Since he successfully graduated from the prestigious Princeton University, time has passed quickly, and more than three months have passed in a blink of an eye, but to this day, he has still not found a satisfactory job. Although Sam came from a respected Ivy League school, it is by no means easy to find an ideal job in the highly competitive Washington area. All walks of life are in a state of involution, and newcomers like him who are new to the workplace face many challenges and difficulties.
The boss of this company is an old white man named Bruce Wiley. This person is a bit old-fashioned, but he has a kind heart. He slowly walked to Sam's side and said earnestly: "Young man, do you know? For every graduate who has just stepped out of the university, their first job in life is very important! Are you aware that countless outstanding graduates from Ivy League institutions are eager for a job like this right now."
Hearing this, Sam felt even more depressed. He responded softly: "I'm really sorry, sir. I know you're a good person, but do you know? I've saved you twice, but I can't explain the reason to you. I'm here just hoping to do something meaningful, not to waste my life sending and receiving emails."
Bruce patiently persuaded: "Kid, do you know what I'm thinking? You must have a job first. Only after you prove your value can you go to a more important position. Everyone is like this, and the only job in front of you is this one. I think you can handle this job, so do you have confidence in yourself?" He reached out his hand.
Sam was confused by this pep talk, reached out and shook his hand: "Mr. Bruce, I won't let you down." From today onwards, Sam began his life as a corporate slave.