Along with some snowflakes, Tom's familiar appearance appeared on the screen. As soon as he appeared, he waved his paw at Locke to say hello.
"Tom, you seem to be in a good mood."
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Tom's figure disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was already pushing a small cart.
There were boxes of potions on the cart. You can tell by looking at the top one they must all be exactly the same strengthening potion.
Locke smiled: "Tom is very capable, thank you very much, I need this quite badly."
"In addition, I also prepared a gift for you."
The screen turned to a corner, where a pile of snacks, small fishing rods, meat, and various milk appeared.
Seeing the mountain of snacks, Tom's eyes suddenly widened, and his saliva flowed out, just like a fountain was turned on. The amount of water was quite exaggerated.
"Also, there's this." Locke turned over his hand and put something like a wheel into the screen.
This is the most delicious and expensive cheese in the world, Parmesan cheese.
Locke has not forgotten that cheese is Tom and Jerry's favorite, far more than meat and dried fish.
As expected, when he saw the piece of cheese that was as big as a wheel, Tom was almost stunned, and his throat was gurgling as he kept swallowing.
However, the next moment, Tom stopped drooling. It was not because he didn't want it anymore, but suddenly, a large hammer fell from the sky, and with a bang, Tom's whole head was flattened.
Well, it's literally flattened without any exaggeration.
If an ordinary person saw this, he would probably be shocked, but Locke was very calm.
It doesn't matter if Tom's head is flattened or not.
It's no big deal to take the head off and play with it. It's just a daily operation.
Tom was also very calm. He rubbed his flattened head back to its original state with a casual rub.
Seeing Jerry grabbing half a bag of dried fish and running away while he was fixing his head, Tom was too lazy to chase him.
The other party went to make trouble.
It's just a small dried fish. Tom will soon have a mountain of snacks, so the half bag of dried fish will be given to the little mouse.
How generous he is!
However, perhaps it was this knock that reminded Tom of something.
Tom turned around and disappeared. When he reappeared, there were two guns in his hand, one looked like a toy gun, and the other looked like a revolver.
Tom showed some anticipation on his face and pushed the thing to Locke.
Locke's eyebrow raised. Naturally, he wouldn't think this was an ordinary toy gun.
The latitude trade started, the mountain of snacks and the big cheese disappeared, and simultaneously, the two guns and strengthening potions also appeared in front of Locke.
The sound of Tom being drowned by the mountain of snacks was heard on the screen, while Locke's attention also fell on the gun.
Locke was naturally very familiar with guns.
"Hey, this toy gun is a laser gun!"
Locke had some impression of this thing. One of Tom's powerful abilities was actually creation.
Locke looked through it a few times and found that it was an ordinary revolver.
"Maybe I need to fire a few shots to know the power?"
Locke did not try the gun immediately. Instead, he put away the two guns and turned to look at the screen.
"Tom, how have you considered what I told you before?"
"If you follow me from now on, you don't need to catch those mice. You just need to work on your favorite little inventions all day long."
Tom struggled to get his head out of the snack. When he heard Locke's words, a look of distress suddenly appeared on his face.
He stretched out his hand instantly, took out a drawing board from somewhere, and quickly wrote a line: Master is out on the work.
Not only can Tom write, but he can write very well. Not only that, Tom can actually speak.
However, Tom's ability is very idealistic. Most of the time, he recognizes himself as an ordinary cat, and cats should not speak.
As for whether cats should be able to write, Tom feels that they should.
"Okay, then, when your master comes back, tell me in advance, and I will go and talk to your master."
With that said Locke glanced at the lower right corner of the screen, where the favorability score had reached 99%.
Tom patted his head with some distress.
Stopping his master from going to work was a big task for Tom.
At this moment, the transaction prompt appeared again on the other side. Tom raised his head in confusion and accepted the transaction. The next moment, a small piece of metal hit Tom's head, and then it fell to the ground with a clang.
Tom looked at the gold that fell to the ground, and his eyes widened.
With Tom's I.Q., how could he not know the value of gold!
"Give that thing to your master. No matter what the job is, I think he won't mind chatting with me for the sake of that thing."
After closing the latitude trading window, Locke picked up two guns and prepared to find a place to test them.
The place where Locke now lives is a large single-family villa, which has been modified.
There is even a special shooting range in the basement, and Frank aee modifying firearms there at this moment.
"Frank, come and see what good stuff I got."
Frank raised his head and glanced at the gun: "Colt Python, where did you get this antique?"
As for the toy gun, Frank ignored it.
Locke smiled inexplicably, "This old antique will give you a wave of shock."
Locke was very proficient in using all kinds of firearms. He didn't even need to adjust them, and he just fired them casually.
"Bang!"
Bullseye!
Frank didn't even bother to look more; he would be surprised if Locke couldn't hit the Bullseye. He just listened to the gunfire and said, "That old antique is well-preserved."
Immediately afterward, banging sounds continued to resound.
At first, Frank's attitude was indifferent. After all, it was just an old antique. As time went by, Frank's expression changed because the guns had been fired seven times in a row.
When the tenth gunshot sounded, Frank no longer cared about the weapon in his hand and clung to Locke, or more precisely, the revolver in Locke's hand.
The twentieth shot, the thirtieth shot... the fiftieth shot, Locke finally stopped, not because there were no bullets but because he didn't want to shoot anymore.
"Fuck!"
Frank, who was calm, said something rude and looked at the gun in Locke's hand in shock!
Frank's outlook on life has been impacted like never before!
"Damn it, why does the Colt Python have a fifty-round ammo capacity?!!"
"Fifty rounds?" Locke fired another shot casually.
Frank: "..."
Frank rushed to Locke at the fastest speed in his life and snatched away the revolver that almost distorted his outlook.
The gun body has not been modified; it is just an ordinary Colt Python.
Frank raised his gun and started firing rapidly.
Following a burst of dense gunfire, Frank fired a hundred shots as fast as he could.
Numb! His whole body was numb!
Fuck, what kind of black technology is this?
The legendary infinite bullets?
Frank didn't want to put down the gun and continue to play with the Colt Python in his hand, a gun with unlimited bullets.
For Frank, he was more excited to have this than the legendary artifact. No, for him, this was an artifact!
"Damn it, man, if you tell me this thing doesn't belong to me, I will fight you to the death!"
Frank roared excitedly.
Locke shrugged indifferently, picked up the toy gun in his hand, and shot it casually. A laser-like tongue of fire erupted, instantly cutting a dark crack on the opposite wall.
Frank: "...!?"