"The barricades are cleared, and the next thing is the work of the masons." Malcolm said at this time.

"It's boring, it's boring." The voice of the 'tuba' hummed underneath.

The robot threw out its arms together and began to shoot out clouds of dazzling energy projectiles, which exploded violently at the top of the passage, causing the metal on top to melt rapidly, and the large pieces of debris that fell quickly filled the road, completely blocking the stunned boatmen from the few of them.

After that, the black barrel in the robot's arm gathered again, and this time it shot a high-energy laser from it, and with a wave of its arm, sparks flew in front of it, and it began to weld the metal remains together.

"'Tuba', to be honest, your set of tools is quite useful, except that my belly is a little bigger, and being a ship repairman may be more useful to me." In between welding, Malcolm teased inside the robot.

"You're sick." 'Lone' scolded him. "My mind is full of Star Coins' illness." And it said.

"Thanks to those damn hypocritical and selfless rule-writing fools, these clever and powerful functions of mine have to be stuffed with a bastard like you who doesn't know how to be grateful......" At this point, the 'tuba' had welded the last gap, it closed its arm, and the rapidly rotating palm appeared, and the robot seemed to have a grudge against the topic, so the louder it became.

"You think I'm happy to swing around with my stomach up? Isn't that just to be able to cram in a useless you? Damn designers and those damn settings, against my will, are injecting what should be a disgusting human aesthetic into the program. And guess what, I didn't recognize it, but I had to admit it, so I had to dance with the situation; But if there was even the slightest possibility, wouldn't I want to be slim like these two boys, with dazzling blonde hair and toned muscles......" 'Tuba' approached Jonny and Roger, their dexterous fingers dancing in the air, and the two of them retreated in unison to avoid the two fingers that almost 'caressed' them.

"Well, well, my poor Pinocchio, I've heard such whining almost all my life." Malcolm's voice was impatient.

"It makes you feel bad, doesn't it? So obviously I'm doing something right. "'Lone' told him at once.

"Remind me, Jonny." Roger whispered to his friends.

"Don't mess with 'tuba'!" He opened his eyes and pursed his lips solemnly to inform Johnny, who quickly nodded his head in cooperation.

"Let go of your pathetic thoughts of becoming human, and let's get out of this hellish place." Malcolm would have to say.

"As if I really had that stupid idea, become human? What a joke! How can humans do such a thing as me? "'Tuba' laughed in his belly, and then there was a trivial and delicate sound all over his body.

As Jonny and Clark look at each other in amazement, the whimsical robot with its round body is undergoing a jaw-dropping transformation.

Its long arms were retracted inwards layer by layer, and a pair of short, thick legs were doing the same. It leaned forward slowly, its shortened arms and legs resting on the ground, and its entire body floated out of thin air. The robot, which was supposed to be limbs, is now like the anti-gravity engine of a flying car, ejecting a looming stream of fluid outward, thus canceling out the artificial gravity of the ship.

The dark shell began to reveal dents of different styles, and all over the robot's body, it seemed that many invisible hands were rapidly sketching some kind of engineering drawing, and those components that presented various shapes moved in several directions of its body, one after another, splitting, detaching, reconstructing, and tightly twisting into various new objects of completely different shapes from before.

Except for its limbs, it seemed that every inch of its shell was changing at the same time, and Malcolm was already exposed above the 'large' body, as if he had long been accustomed to this, he just sat quietly and let the objects around him change dramatically. When it all stopped, he tilted his mouth from the odd-looking convertible and gave a malicious smile, patted the seat next to him, and beckoned the three of Jonny to get in.

Trembling aboard the flying car, Roger. Shocked to curious, Clark looked around at the colorful dots of light of unknown purpose, and as soon as his fingers touched them, his fingertips slid out of a series of three-dimensional interfaces of varying sizes, containing a series of charts and data that he couldn't understand at all.

"Boy, don't you mess around?" The sound of 'tuba' suddenly sounded under him. "I broke Lao Tzu's parts, but there is no place to replace them." Under its emphasis, Roger hurriedly withdrew his palms and sat upright, looking at his nose and nose at his heart.

"Sit down, I won't pay if I fall and break." The robot immediately reminded loudly, and everyone felt that their bodies were shaking slightly, the surrounding scene slowly sank, and the car was getting farther and farther away from the ground. And when they reached the established altitude, the anti-gravity engines evolved from the limbs bent slightly to one side, and the three of them only felt their hearts tighten, their breathing stagnant, as if the air in front of them had a tension like substance, they all opened their mouths to breathe, and the flying car immediately disappeared.

Speeding forward, they made their way through the dense anthill-like passage of the flying car on the lower level of the Four Seasons.

When the strange car under him was flying like a wild horse, Johnny, who was full of mysteries, finally couldn't help but ask Malcolm who was sitting next to him.

"Isn't this all Union's technology...... Who are you? ”

"Whoever can save your little life, knowing this is enough." Malcolm squinted his eyes and replied rather dryly. "If it weren't for Niu'er's strong recommendation, you shouldn't have such good luck." He glanced at Jonny with the rest of his eyes, as if he was unhappy.

"Girl?" Jonny's heart grew more and more strange. "Just now in the clothing processing center, you said that someone asked you to save us at all costs, and it turned out to be a lady when you said that, who is she? Is it your companion? He asked a barrage of questions.

"Companion?" Malcolm laughed. "Not really." He quickly put away his smile.

"He thinks a lot, but people don't have that kind of mind at all." 'Tuba' interjected in a strange voice, and the word 'human' was even more contrived and funny, and Malcolm immediately angrily shut up the robot, and after a long silence, he snorted softly in his nose as if he was sighing.

"If you have to define it, it's a nuisance." Malcolm seemed to be answering Jonny, and seemed to be muttering to himself.

"And you're afraid you're going to be that glorious heir." He looked at Jonny with a smirk, who looked back at him with a puzzled expression, which seemed to make Malcolm very satisfied, and he hung his head and stroked the tip of his nose with his fingers.