[Johnny: How many years has it been? 100 years? 500 years?]
[Johnny: Holy shit, Military Technology can produce such outrageous things now? Transformers? New product?]
Lille got up from the broken wooden boards.
Luckily, at that time he still had somewhere to hide, grabbing the nunchuk of a Decepticon's corpse and running away.
The power of this plasma gun was clearly dialed down a lot, and possibly at its minimum setting, but if he had taken a hit, Lille could say goodbye to this world now.
This shot completely melted the floor of Sam's room, and Lille struggled to keep his balance during the collapse, but still couldn't help but plunge downward.
As he was falling, all he could do was curse:
Honestly, his intention this time was to save Sam and slowly figure out a plan afterward.
But unexpectedly, Bumblebee nearly took him out in return...
