great-warnovel Chapter 196 I'm buying a house today!
Chapter 196 I'm buying a house today!
The vector was tired of talking, and Megatron and Optimus Prime both realized it.
Today she scolded the Predacon, berated Megatron, and dealt with Optimus Prime. If she had one more task, she would put on a show of crying like a spoiled brat.
"Alright." Vector waved his hand to shoo away the two giant metal flies. "Go back."
Megatron didn't move, nor did Optimus Prime.
Vector stood with his hands on his hips, looking helplessly at the two mainframes in front of him: "What, do I have to plan your return route?"
Megatron said, "I have something to ask Shockwave."
"Then go ask Shockwave, don't stand in front of me."
Megatron: "..."
Optimus Prime readily offered a reason: "I can assist Predaking with the aftermath."
"That can be saved for tomorrow."
Optimus Prime paused.
The vectoring fin on its head swayed: "Not leaving?"
Megatron and Optimus Prime both fell silent.
They knew the matter was settled, but everything had happened too fast these past few days.
She came back, woke up, scolded them, forced them to take responsibility, and inadvertently pulled some of their nearly sunk swamps out of them.
Neither of them said it aloud, but they all wanted to stay a little longer.
So the two large machines stood on the top platform of the judicial center, one pretending there were still scientific research issues to be investigated, and the other pretending there was still collaboration to be communicated.
Humans would call this behavior subtle, while Cybertronians generally refer to it as unnecessary lingering.
The vector, however, now found them blocking his way and in his way: "I'll count to three."
She had just raised her hand when Optimus Prime suddenly took half a step forward.
"Attraction vector".
He moved carefully, gently reaching out to grasp her wrist.
His fingers slowly slid down, wrapping around her fingertips, as if afraid that she would turn around and leave at any moment.
Megatron's red optical mirror instantly ignited with furious flames.
BICk0's peripheral vision also drifted away completely from the data board.
Optimus Prime, however, seemed not to notice anything.
"You have many responsibilities right now: the judicial center, the Spark Source, the resettlement of the Giant Frenzies, and post-war reconstruction—all of these require your personal attention."
"so?"
"But you don't have a fixed place to live yet."
The vector remained subtly silent, realizing that this was indeed the case.
Optimus Prime continued, "There are still empty areas near the Ark, it's very safe. You can stay there temporarily if you'd like."
He then added, "Or you could stay at my Iron Fortress, which you've been to many times."
Megatron took a deep breath, trying to maintain his last shred of sanity.
Optimus Prime's tone remained gentle, sounding as if he were proposing a perfectly reasonable work arrangement.
"And it will also make it easier for you to keep an eye on me."
Optimus Prime looked at him calmly.
If it weren't for the fact that his fingers were still entwined around her hand, the vector would almost have thought this was some kind of logistical advice.
Megatron finally lost his temper and forcefully swung Optimus Prime's hand away.
Optimus Prime slowly and calmly glared at him.
Megatron grabbed the other wrist of the gravitational vector and pulled her half a step closer to him: "There's no need to go to him."
The vector was pulled off course by him: "What are you doing?"
"Our original place has been repaired."
The vector was startled and didn't react for a moment.
The old place—that was a long time ago, and it's connected to Caron, the arena, and the lights that occasionally stayed on when I went back at night.
Before she fell asleep, the place was still under reconstruction. They were all too busy to take care of it, and she never expected that Megatron would find the time and energy to repair the house during the Civil War.
Megatron tightened his grip on her wrist.
"You've lived there with me before, so you'll be more used to it."
He paused for a moment, then added, "It also makes it easier for them to manage me."
His tone was a bit stiff; at first glance, it sounded like an order, but it lacked the forcefulness of an order.
The vector looked at him, then at Optimus Prime.
One person said the area near the Ark was safe and convenient for monitoring.
One person said that their old place had been renovated and they were more used to it.
Both machines were looking at her, and the air became eerily quiet.
BICk0 looked down at the data panel, already beginning to anticipate potential leadership conflicts.
Vector slowly frowned: "What do you mean?"
Megatron and Optimus Prime stopped at the same time.
Her eye twitched dangerously.
"Are you trying to provoke me by saying I don't own a house?"
The platform is deserted.
Megatron: "..."
Optimus Prime: "..."
BICk0's finger hovered above the data panel, hesitant to drop it.
Even the shockwave appears to be a CPU frantically loading and running, trying to make sense of the logic behind this claim.
The vector of anger flared up immediately.
"So what if I don't own a house?"
Megatron was stunned into silence.
Optimus Prime opened his mouth: "That's not what I meant."
"You shut up too." The arrow pointed at him. "You said, 'But you don't have a permanent place to live yet.'"
Optimus Prime: "..."
Megatron tried to speak: "I was referring to our old residence..."
"Shut up." The vector turned to him. "That also means I don't own a house!"
Megatron: "..."
She sneered, "Fine."
BICk0 instinctively felt something was wrong.
The next second, the vector turned to look at her: "BICk0, search for available residential properties around the judicial center!"
The BICk0 brain module froze for a second: "Now? Uh... filter criteria?"
"It is close to the judicial center, has a high level of security, a large area, an independent parking area, and can build its own document room and underground maintenance room."
BICk0 hesitated, then glanced at the two completely silent mainframes next to him.
She wanted to say, Chief Justice, they weren't mocking you for not having a house.
But the optical mirror that pointed at the vector stared at her coldly, and she immediately swallowed back, "Retrieving..."
Optimus Prime finally managed to find his voice: "Gravity Vector, I..."
"It's too late," said Vector. "You've stirred up my desire to buy a house."
Megatron's expression became utterly indescribable: "What the hell, a desire to buy a house?"
"Yes." Vector crossed his arms. "I want a house today!!"
The search results for BICk0 popped up quickly.
There are many houses available for purchase around the judicial center due to post-war reconstruction, but not many meet her high standards.
BICk0 filtered out five locations, and finally selected the second one as the vector.
The second one was originally a private residence, but it was frozen by the judicial system after the war. The property rights were liquidated, the building structure is intact, the underground can be modified, there is an independent parking platform outside, and it is only two main roads away from the judicial center.
BICk0 notes: "The price is high, and additional fees for repair funds and reconstruction of surrounding public facilities will be required after purchase."
I'll pay for it myself.
"Want to negotiate the price?"
"Need not."
Megatron couldn't help but ask, "Is this how you buy things now?"
Vector immediately turned his head: "Now you're going to criticize my spending habits?"
Wei Zhentian was so angry that he simply stopped talking.
Optimus Prime looked at her, a hint of helplessness and amusement in his optical glasses.
BICk0 processed the property transfer with near-numb efficiency.
A few minutes later, the new residential data was officially registered under the name of Vector.
"Purchase complete."
The vector generator stood tall and proud, and among the several machines on the platform, only the vector generator seemed content.
Megatron looked at the confirmation document.
Optimus Prime also rubbed his forehead.
They both realized that the gravitational vector was not understood in the way they thought at all, not even a little bit.
After receiving the new address, the vector automatically synchronizes it with Megatron and Optimus Prime.
Megatron's optical lens brightened slightly.
Optimus Prime's lips were about to curl into a smile.
The vector said, "I live here."
"It's close to the judicial center, which makes it convenient for me to get to work and also makes it convenient for me to get up in the middle of the night to deal with you living disasters."
Megatron and Optimus Prime both paused.
"You can come if you have important business to attend to."
The expressions on both machines softened slightly at the same time.
The vector calmly added, "Don't come if you don't have serious business."
The attempt to ease the tension was abruptly halted again. Megatron frowned, while Optimus Prime nodded with a somewhat unhappy expression.
Seeing them like this, the vector thought for a moment and then said...
"If it's an emergency, you can come right over."
Now the two machines were much more comfortable, although neither dared to show it too obviously.
Megatron suddenly pulled out an identification chip from his storage compartment: "You can bring the key to your old place back anytime."
We should accept the vector and keep it for now.
Optimus Prime also said softly, "All facilities on the Ark have been kept open for your access. You can come whenever you need to."
Yin Vector's anger subsided slightly: "Okay."
BICk0 stood to the side, feeling that he had witnessed a major communication disaster today.
"Now go back to your homes."
With a wave of his hand, Megatron and Optimus Prime did not try to stay this time.
But before leaving, Megatron and Optimus Prime both glanced at the address she had just bought; their ulterior motives were impossible to suppress.
Then they glared at each other, the air thick with the silent tension of old grudges and new resentments.
The vector looked up: "Aren't you leaving yet?"
Both planes turned around simultaneously, one towards Caron and the other towards Iron Fortress.
His gait was normal, but no matter how I looked at his back, I couldn't shake the feeling of resentment.
After explaining to BICk0 the necessary upgrades to the new residence, including the necessary living systems and encryption, BICk0 interjected:
"Should we grant them access in advance?"
Vector wiped his face, and finally resigned himself to his fate:
"Keep it."