Santa Monica, California, in a luxury villa built near the sea.
Dylan good is in a very good mood these days!
As the richest man in the world, although in the eyes of the outside world, he is more like an arbitrary playboy, living a variety of extravagant lives that outsiders can''t imagine every day.
But the real situation, but only himself and a few confidants know!
In the eyes of the outside world, the Goode family, which rose only after World War II, is undoubtedly the best proof of the American wealth dream in the 20th century.
But they don''t know the real secret of the rise of the Goode family.
The wealth and brilliance of the Goode family are all bought by two generations of people who sell the confidential information of the earth, especially the United States, to aliens, and are even willing to act as the executioner of aliens'' influence on the politics and science and technology of the United States and even the earth.
Yes, if the word "ball traitor" has been born on earth, Dylan good and his dead father are ball traitors.
Holding a new Vimy supermodel, Dylan good watched her walk to the bathroom with a smile.
After her figure completely disappeared, the smile on his face immediately disappeared.
Looking at a shabby looking antique camera on the bedside table in his extravagant bedroom, Dylan good said in a low voice.
"Didn''t I tell you that we talked about something during the day? Did I sell my life to you Decepticons? I don''t even have any private time?"
The antique camera on the bedside table was instantly divided into three and became three mini Decepticons.
They are the three members of the camera team, the intelligence organization under the Decepticon legion, which are spectroscope, reflector and condenser.
The mirror jumped down from the bedside table and replied coldly, "you and your father have indeed sold their lives to us Decepticons!"
This sentence choked Dylan good.
His face was a little ugly. As soon as he opened his mouth to refute, another sarcastic voice sounded.
"People on earth don''t know how your family''s wealth and technology come from. Do you think we will forget?"
Dylan good choked and his chest heaved violently, but finally snorted without saying any more.
The spectroscope is right. Although his father did contribute to the rapid rise of their Goode family after World War II, it was the Decepticons that really made their family rise.
Without the gold provided by Decepticons, the Goode family could not be deeply rooted in the accounting and financial fields.
Without the technology provided by Decepticons, some technology companies invested by the Goode family could not become Silicon Valley giants one by one.
After being taught what the Decepticons of the camera team had learned, Dylan Goode, who had no temper, could only suppress his anger and displeasure. He waved his hand: "OK, OK, you has the final say... What else do you want me to do? I want to explain that before you sent me to the island of trinda island to see the Decepticons, FBI is still monitoring me."
Thinking of the chameleon with no news, Dylan good couldn''t help smiling at the corners of his mouth.
The mini Decepticons that can be transformed into watches were sent to him by the Decepticons.
In the name of protecting his partner, the chameleon monitored him 24 hours a day.
The guy who doesn''t have a good temper will give Dylan good some exciting lessons from time to time.
It''s nothing to tighten his arm and torture him.
What is most unacceptable to Dylan Goode is that the guy occasionally changes into a ferocious metal centipede when he wakes up in the morning, suddenly appears in his vision, and makes an attack on himself.
After several times, it has left an indelible shadow in his heart.
Therefore, after the chameleon disappeared after meeting confused from trindadi Island, Dylan good not only didn''t feel a little sad, but even his good mood in the last half month was almost all caused by its disappearance.
The mirror is not as big as the fist, and his face is full of ferocity. "FBI? Are those fools who want to install bugs in your house? If we want, we can kill all the humans they put around you in a few minutes!"
Dylan good was really shocked by the undisguised killing intention in his words.
"Never!"
He hurried to stop the humble Mini Decepticon in front of him. Who knows how he could be so angry with such a small body.
Almost half of Dylan good''s estate and family assets are in the United States.
Once those FBI agents who are monitoring and investigating themselves are killed, he wants to know with his ass that the government will suspect him at the first time.
Dylan Goodall shuddered when he thought about the dirty things he had done with his father and helped the Decepticons in the past half century.
Illegally stole and monitored major scientific research institutions in the United States, assassinated relevant leaders and astronauts of the Apollo moon exploration program, assassinated some scientists of the U.S. nuclear industry and blamed the disintegrating former Soviet Union, secretly collected intelligence for the Decepticons, kidnapped humans and gave them to the Decepticons for experiments.
Even if only a small part of these things were exposed, it would be enough to annoy the United States, wipe out Dylan good by thunder, and fight with their father and son for more than half a century to establish the good family.
Now he threatened, "don''t go too far. Once the FBI people who are investigating me die, they will invest more efforts to investigate me. If what I have done is exposed, the information network established by the Goode family for your Decepticons for more than half a century will be ruined."
In anger, Dylan good stood up from where he had sat.
In the end, he still remembered that there was a VIMI supermodel brought back by himself in the independent bathroom in the luxury bedroom. Then he pushed open the glass door on the other side of the bedroom, walked to the balcony with intuitive sea view, sat down at the viewing table there, poured himself a glass of wine and drank it up.
The three Decepticons in the camera team laughed with disdain. They no longer care about Dylan good''s life and death.
However, Starscream''s account still needs to be said.
When I was the head of the camera team, I also walked to the music balcony.
He was just about to tell Dylan good about Starscream''s orders. Suddenly, a faint red light in the sky made him look sluggish, and he immediately ran frantically to the back bedroom.
"Missile, run!"
Unfortunately, the reflector is still a little slow.
Almost as he roared, a missile had hit Dylan good''s balcony.
With the harsh explosion and fire, the revenge from sun Cheng began.
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