Wesley still had 500 million dollars in his small treasury. He redeemed gold again. This precious metal was hard currency and could basically meet his needs in other universes.
Next came the creation of the Transformers. He had collected a large amount of Transformers metal and had not yet refined and designed or manufactured it. The universe he was going to was still unknown, so Wesley began to refine the metal. In the world of the X-Men, he had the resources to smelt it on a large scale.
According to his own smelting formula, all these metals were smelted into the latest alloy as the manufacturing material for Transformers. Wesley first created two fire seeds, one was the Flying Life Circuit, and the other was the Mechanical Life Circuit on the ground. These two were commonly used, and then the body was created, but there was no deformation scan. This could be left to arrive in the next universe, and when the time came, the vehicle there could be scanned and deformed.
There was plenty of food and supplies for survival in the wild. Then, feeling that there was nothing left for him to prepare, Wesley set off again. This time, he did not plan to return, nor did he leave any news. He chose to leave without a sound.
The transporter prepared Wesley. It was still the same desert. Wesley was about to leave. He let Elizabeth format herself and clean up her traces. Then Wesley started the aircraft.
The crossing was no longer unfamiliar, and the place where Wesley had appeared was still a desert. "Desert?" Wesley wondered for a moment. The desert always looked the same. Wesley wondered if the crossing had failed. He put away the aircraft and stood there thinking. Then he took out a satellite signal transceiver.
"Apple, see if there is a satellite signal here," Wesley said.
"Yes, they have satellite signals and are invading… starting to collect information…" Apple was as efficient as ever, and Wesley waited patiently.
A few minutes later, Apple first gave Wesley a message. "Gotham City and Metropolis are here." Wesley instantly understood the simple sentence.
"Is this DC Universe? Interesting. What if I can beat Superman?" Wesley asked with interest.
"I'm not sure, but according to my judgment, this place is indeed not far from Marvel Universe, but we still need to travel in the actual direction to know."
"We can get rid of the direction we came from, but how can you be sure that Marvel is not far from here?" Wesley asked.
"Marvel and DC's superheroes are very familiar with each other. Putting aside their looks and background, their superpowers and specialties are basically the same. However, Superman's strength has become stronger in the past. Without the Kryptonite, DC basically made Superman invincible. However, later on, there was an additional Kryptonite exile. After coming to the solar system, he had the same ability as Superman. Only then did he find an opponent."
"Interesting. By the way, Superman should have the Kryptonian Codex, right?" Wesley asked.
"Yes, his father must have injected the Kryptonian Codex into his body. Of course, there are too many versions of Superman, especially in DC Comics, which uses many parallel universe theories. Now we don't know the details."
"Interesting. Then I've decided to go to…" Wesley was ready to choose a city, but he didn't go to Gotham or Metropolis. Instead, he went to an unexpected city.
This was still America, but many of the names of the cities had been changed, and the place Wesley was going to was National City. It could be said to be calm now, with no superheroes and no supercriminals, just an ordinary human city, but it should not be quiet much longer.
Wesley took out an SUV and left the desert leisurely. Then he entered the nearest city. The first step was to get himself an identity and handle it with ease. A guy who had traveled the world after graduating from university now wanted to settle down and find a job.
He did not have the idea of becoming a billionaire again. Instead, he wanted to work so that he could get in touch with the superheroes here. For now, he was not sure how many superheroes there were. Now he needed to find a place to settle down and slowly unearth them to see what could enhance his strength. At the same time, there was a superhero he liked very much, Supergirl.
It was Wesley's idea to start with this girl and strive for more. This girl was a little silly, but she was kind-hearted. However, she still lived as an ordinary person and was very suitable for Wesley's contact.
Slowly, Wesley made his way to Nachonail. It was a big modern city, and it was beautiful. Wesley was used to the Western way of life, and although a lot of Chinese stuff was still in his bones, there was nothing in life that he was not used to.
The first thing he did was to exchange for a small amount of gold and get 10,000 dollars. It was not a lot. Then, he arranged an identity for himself and the rest was to build a nest for himself.
Finding a house was hard work, but Wesley first hacked into the Cark Media Group's computer terminal and looked up the name of a girl, Kayla Danvers. She also had another name, Kayla Zo. Elle, but that name was no longer used.
Her current address was on the employee register, and Wesley looked for it. Kayla Danvers had rented a house here, an older apartment. She was now the assistant to the CEO.
Cark Media Group was founded by Ms. Kate Grant, oh, now Miss. She is divorced. Although the shares are now scattered, because of the establishment of the group, she is still the president and also the CEO.
Wesley wanted to rent the place, especially next door to Kayla Danvers, so that it would be easier for him to make contact with the target. The Agent Code clearly stated that if he made contact with the target, the neighbor would undoubtedly be a good choice.
More than half of the people in the United States did not have their own houses. They rented houses to live in. This was their lifestyle, especially the liquidity of their work. Real estate developers did not just build their houses and sell them. They would always leave a small apartment for rent. This was completely different from the thinking of the Chinese.
There was a spare room across the street from Kayla Danvers. Wesley had directly paid cash to rent it, so the real estate owner here was very happy to give him the key. There was a lot of liquidity in the tenants. If someone lived here, Wesley would have smashed it down with money, but now it seemed there was no need.
But now was not the best time to check in. He needed a chance to get together with Kayla Danvers. Then Wesley's appearance would be the perfect time for her to come home from work.
After eating something, Wesley dressed up, not to look handsome, but to look a little older. After all, his current identity was that of a man who had traveled the world. He could not be clean and handsome, but he was a little old and tired and wanted to stop and rest.
The clothes he was wearing were also a set of traveling equipment. He was carrying a huge backpack with some of his clothes inside, some of which he had just bought. After all, his clothes were too expensive, which did not match his status, although he had some small wealth in the experience he had arranged for himself.