End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Although his name is Clark Kent, although he has black-rimmed glasses and black hair, and he pulls off the repairman's suit, and there is a tights with the S logo inside, but he is really not Superman.

Russell has already confirmed this point. Before getting into the car, he punched him, and Clark knelt and vomited, clutching his stomach. If he really was Superman...

Also pretty good!

From another perspective, if this guy is really Superman, Russell will be able to wave hard in the future. If he can punch Superman until he spits acid, he has nothing to be afraid of.

"Boss, about that punch just now, my lawyer..."

"Double your salary this month!"

"Okay, I'm fine with my lawyer."

The above is the conversation between Russell and Clark. After a brief exchange with him, Russell knew that Clark was dressed like this on purpose.

To catch girls!

Because of the same name as Superman, Clark has been very popular since he was a child. He started exercising in junior high school and became even more popular after building muscles.

Girls like to show off, they'll tell their mates, you know Clark Kent, I slept with him.

However, when Clark graduated from high school, the good times ended. Girls who have entered the society have matured, they will not pursue any superhero superficially, and they will not care about the S-shaped logo, let the poor superman go to hell, their ideal type is Bruce Wayne!

Russell: "..."

Well, this is very real!

Clark drove and took Russell to his auto repair shop. He didn't know whether the land in Duluth was worthless or because he was really rich. This auto repair shop occupies a very large area. The number of employees has reached triple digits. In addition to cars and motorcycles of all sizes, armored vehicles and tanks are also included in the scope of repair services.

Touring the factory with his hands behind his back, Russell tried his Lamborghini supercar, and after confirming that it was correct, he went to the office on the second floor. He didn't feel complacent because everyone called him BOSS. In the Marvel world, he had seen too many loyal younger brothers. In comparison, the auto repair shop was just a child's play.

An office with a strong smell of lubricant, which is inevitable because it is a garage. Russell didn't dislike it either, and sat on a chair and began to browse the news online, looking for clues related to the background of the world.

After some searching,

Russell found nothing, just like the real world, at least on the surface this world has no supernatural forces, and no aliens have invaded the earth. The webpage is full of celebrity gossip and spam advertisements, and he gave up after reading it for a while.

"Boss, here is the report for this month, take a look and sign it, no problem."

The office door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in, with a beard and a Mediterranean style, and his appearance was very joyful. The big man was covered in stains but was in charge of clerical work. Russell couldn't bear to see him, and complained that his previous status was too stingy.

"I will post a job posting on the Internet later. I want to find a female secretary." Russell glanced at the report, scanned the report, and ordered after signing: "The salary can be higher, but it must be young and beautiful, um... I Do the interview yourself."

"Boss, why are you recruiting a female secretary? I'm a top student at Cornell University, and I'm qualified for this part-time job." The bearded man was a little dissatisfied. He had three children to support, so he couldn't lose the part-time job money.

"Your salary stays the same!"

Russell dropped a sentence, which made the bearded man change his face in an instant, and said caringly: "Boss, the recruitment information needs to be refined, what content do you want to add, long legs, big breasts, or chestnut hair?"

As expected of a high-achieving student at Cornell University, he analyzed the orders of his superiors in a very short period of time and detailed them into the implementation process.

Russell rolled his eyes and said bluntly: "Don't get me wrong, I just don't want to see your shiny head as soon as I enter the office."

"This is a family inheritance. If you are not satisfied, I will buy a wig tomorrow, but I ask for an increase in high temperature subsidies." The bearded man laughed at himself, as if thinking of something, and said: "Boss, if it is a beautiful woman Secretary, there is a nice girl in the auto repair shop, she is good at repairing motorcycles, and she is used to the smell in the factory, so she won't suffer from nausea and other things that will damage your reputation."

As he said that, the bearded man opened the blinds and pointed downstairs: "She's right there, and you can tell it at a glance. Because of her, there have been more boys repairing motorcycles recently."

Russell came to the window and looked down. What he saw was a disassembled motorcycle with a youthful brown-haired girl standing beside it.

She was wearing hot pants, showing her straight long legs, and her upper body was covered with a repairman's greasy overalls, which were unbuttoned and a shirt that exposed her belly button. Her wheat-colored skin made her look youthful and energetic.

"Jennifer!?"

Russell was surprised. The girl was very beautiful, and he was familiar with it. In the chaotic world of demons, Jennifer had this face. The facial features are exquisite, the bridge of the nose is high, the red lips are attractive, and the brows are charming. There is a lot of data stored in the digital camera, and he will not admit it.

"Boss, her name is not Jennifer, Mikaela Baines, that's her name."

Russell didn't reply. He frowned and pondered for a moment, guessing the possibility of the background of the world. With Jennifer's face, he could only think of Transformers and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Considering Mikaela's age, it's very likely that she's a Transformer!

Then the current timeline...

"Then who, is she still in school?"

"Yes, she is a student of Marshall Middle School, a public school in the Catholic District. Her father is in prison and she has no mother. She usually works in an auto repair shop to make money." The bearded man shrugged. Don't mind giving each other a hand.

Russell was speechless immediately: "A female student who hasn't graduated from high school, does she have time to come to work?"

"Boss, are you really going to ask for a female secretary to go to work?"

Russell: "..."

"Just kidding, don't mind!" The bearded man said with a smile: "She will graduate next year. As far as I know, her grades are mediocre, and her family has no money for her to go to college. She will be happy to take this job."

"Wait, why don't you ask if I would be happy?"

"I think you'll be happy, even if she doesn't do anything, she's still a beautiful vase, isn't it like this in every office!"

"Well, I'm starting to believe you're a top student in the Ivy League."

"Boss, it's okay if you don't believe me, I have a certificate."

"It's her, tell her you can go to work tomorrow." Russell covered his face with his hands, and glanced at his beard: "Speaking of which, I haven't cared about your name yet?"

"Jeff, full name is Jeff Richardson."

Russell: "..."

"What's the matter, boss?"

"It's nothing, you go out, and don't come in even if I call you in the future."

"..."

...

"What's wrong with this car repair shop, the names are getting weirder and weirder, and I won't be surprised if another Diana Prince pops up!"

Russell sat back in his seat, opened the webpage and began to look for clues. If this is really the world of Transformers, it can be inferred that the plot has not yet started according to Mikaela who has not yet graduated from high school. It is very simple to prove that the evidence is on eBay.

This online auction and shopping website, which allows people around the world to buy and sell items online, is currently auctioning an equally interesting item, the glasses that record the coordinates of the source of fire.

North Pole, adventure, glasses, just three keywords, a pair of broken old-fashioned round-frame glasses popped up on the webpage.

The starting price is $250, and the shipping fee is $8!

Although the seller 'Glamorous 217' is very good at telling stories, he used the most refined language to add various legendary colors to this pair of glasses. For example, the owner of the glasses is the first explorer to explore the North Pole. This pair of glasses has seen many interesting things, but the netizens are not sand sculptures, or the sand sculpture netizens have not yet made sand sculptures beyond hope, and the number of bidders for the glasses has so far been zero.

Russell created an account with the account name 'I have an auto repair shop', broke the embarrassment and became the first bidder, and the bid was the starting price of $250.

This pair of glasses is indeed legendary, because the coordinate data implanted by Megatron can even be regarded as an alien text carrier, but the source of the fire has long been transferred by the US emperor, whether it is an Autobot or a Decepticon, if you get this Glasses get nothing.

Russell didn't dislike it, he wanted this pair of glasses, this was the easiest and most effective way for him to intervene in the plot.

No matter what the world mission is, it must be triggered by contacting the Cybertronians. With glasses, he can sit at home and wait for the mission to come to him.

On the other side, Heartthrob 217 was waiting in front of the computer, refreshing the page every five minutes. When he saw Russell bidding, he immediately contacted him.

Sam Witwich, the role of the nerd type of good-for-nothing actor, through the name of eBay, it is not difficult to see that he is still a boring man.

Turning 18 and still being a Shakespeare boy, Sam couldn't stand that, and he was going to rise in his senior year of high school.

First, he must have a car.

Not a big problem. Tomorrow, when he gets an A in his last history class, he can get his father's poverty alleviation fund and own a Porsche.

Then, he needs to enrich his wallet, and the meager salary he earns from part-time job can’t afford to go on a date with a girl... ahem, date, so he sold all his personal belongings that might be valuable, and the one he had the most high hopes for was his great-great-grandfather glasses.

"Man, what a genius, you have a pair of discovery eyes, trust me, these glasses are an absolute gem."

"so?"

"So, I decided to explain its origin to you first, to let you know that its value is much more than $250."

Seeing that Sam was about to transform into Spider-Man, Russell replied angrily: "Please summarize it within 10 words, or I won't buy it."

"1000 dollars!"

"Sorry, I won't buy it."

"Wait, $800...well, $600...$500, no less."

"250 dollars, love to sell or not!"

"Deal!" $250 is not bad. Sam didn't expect to be taken advantage of at the beginning. He tapped the keyboard and continued to ask: "You can pay online, and I'll send you the glasses right away. Of course, the shipping fee is yours. It's all written on the website."

"I'm in Duluth, Minnesota. If you're nearby, I'll choose to meet and make a deal." Russell replied directly. The ghost knows the speed of the courier company of the United States, and if he was robbed halfway, he would be in vain.

"My God, this must be God's arrangement, I'm also in Duluth." Sam made a smiley face and continued to type: "For God's sake, how about an extra $50, I have to pay for the meeting deal Fuel costs, you know, supercars eat a lot of gas."

"Son, you must be a student who hasn't dated yet."

"What, how do you know, are you God?"

"It's not difficult to guess, your hormones that urgently need to vent have spread to the entire Internet through the network cable!"

"..."