Donny didn't have big dreams. While others meticulously planned grand ambitions in life, he simply wanted to be a truck driver and one day own his own truck. After graduating from university, he joined a transportation company and worked for two years. Finally, he saved enough money, took out a loan, and bought his own small truck, a Changan Xingka, which he named Optimus Prime.
This was met with laughter from colleagues.
"Oh, Donny's gone crazy, he calls his new car Optimus Prime!"
"The minivan is called Optimus Prime. When you buy a larger truck in a few years, shouldn't you call it Unicron?"
"From today on, my car will be called Megatron."
People laughed and talked, and gave their own comments on Donny's actions.
Downey refused to accept the news and explained to his colleagues that although this was his first car, he would drive it for a long time. He also said that when he bought a new car in the future, he would also name it Optimus Prime. This was a sentiment that no one else could understand, only he could.
His colleagues didn't take it seriously. Many asked him what his nostalgia was, his childhood Transformers nostalgia? Downey never answered, and when pressed, he'd just nod and shake his head. Still, his colleagues would occasionally tease him, using it as a source of gossip when bored.
At first, Donnie tried to explain and argue, but he was constantly asked about his "sentiment." Over time, he simply gave up, knowing his colleagues meant no harm and were simply chatting and laughing. Donnie didn't argue, but simply listened with a smile. Gradually, his colleagues stopped talking and tirelessly sought new topics.
Another day began, and Donnie meticulously polished his beloved car as usual. Men often describe their cars as "little wives," and Donnie was no exception. He took his car very seriously, taking time out every day to maintain and polish it, without fail. He firmly believed that a good driver should view his car as a comrade in arms, not just an ordinary tool.
Opening the door and starting the engine, Donnie set off with a loaded truck of fresh fruit. Considering the importance of keeping the fruit fresh, and given the urgency of this delivery, Donnie drove even faster than usual. By the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late. A speeding Lamborghini came barreling down from the side, slamming head-on into Optimus Prime's driver's door, pulverizing it.
In Donnie's last glance, he saw the other person's flushed face and drunken eyes, which flashed by in a flash.
This is a young man, definitely drunk. I don't have to pay for his luxury car, Donny thought. Then he felt sorry for the damage done to his car. He was afraid it would be difficult to completely repair it. Even if it was repaired, a lot of parts would have to be replaced, and it would no longer be the same car as it was originally.
His consciousness gradually faded, and everything in front of him was blurry. His ears were ringing, and he could no longer hear the screams and roars of passers-by.
Evening news: "At 3:07 this afternoon, a car accident occurred on Sunshine Avenue, resulting in one death. The perpetrator has been detained by the police. We hope that citizens of this city will pay attention to traffic safety when traveling." said the host.
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My head hurts.
Faintly, one could hear countless shrill screams and cries, and seemingly the sound of gunfire.
Is the army being dispatched? It's so noisy. Danny vaguely felt someone slapping him in the face and yelling something into his ear. Danny forced his eyes open, the tiny movement seeming to drain all his strength.
"...Wake up, hey! If you lie down here, you're dead... Kid, if you don't want to die, stand up right now!"
Donnie opened his eyes wide, looking at the stranger in front of him in a daze, then turned his eyes to look at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment around him.
"I'm not dead...?" Donnie murmured in a low voice.
"If you don't run away, you're going to die! Those two monsters won't let you go just because you're injured! Get up and run!" the man yelled, shaking his head desperately.
"Run!" Someone else ran past.
He shouted at them, but before he could run a few steps, he was hit by a huge rock, his body was shattered and blood was gushing out.
Donnie's face turned pale and his head was buzzing. You couldn't imagine how stimulating this was to the urban people living in a peaceful environment. After all, many people would feel nauseous after watching a bloody movie, let alone watching a complete person being smashed to pieces in front of them.
The occasional monster-like roars irritated Donnie, warning him that this was a dangerous place. People were running around in panic, and the ground was littered with debris, plaques, and other debris. Many vehicles were tangled together, some even overturned. It looked like there was no way out anytime soon. It was a doomsday scene.
The man picked up Donnie and carried him away.
"What's going on?" Donnie asked.
"Two monsters are fighting," the man said. "I don't know where these monsters came from, and many people have died."
Donnie was even more bewildered. He suddenly realized that the man was speaking English. Donnie's English was not good, but he could understand every word he said. Then he looked at the surrounding environment and the running crowd, and an absurd idea came to his mind.
"Have I traveled through time...?" Donny looked around and felt that he was crazy, and everyone was crazy.
With a loud bang, a huge monster fell in front of the two of them. The ground cracked, raising a large amount of dust and sand, carrying a large amount of small gravel that flew in all directions and hit Tony, causing him great pain.
The night was dim, and my vision was slightly obstructed. I could only vaguely make out a gigantic creature, about three to five meters tall. I heard a roar, and the monster roared towards the sky.
Donnie's eyes widened. He clearly heard the monster not far away roaring "Hulk"!
Hulk! A giant monster! A strange place! And the language is English!
Donnie's eyes gradually turned red and bloodshot, and it was unclear whether he was shocked or frightened.
Although he wasn't particularly interested in movies, TV, or anime, he did know some of the iconic Marvel characters. The Hulk's features were so distinct that it was hard not to remember him. When the Hulk went mad, few could stop him. Most importantly, he didn't recognize his family.
"SHIT!"
The person next to him was also extremely frightened, shaking and trembling.
"Run," Donnie said quickly. "Run back and find a place to hide." He was startled. In this critical moment, it would be easy for the other party to abandon him, a wounded person, and he would regret it. Being abandoned at this time, with his injured body, it was impossible for him to escape.
The man gritted his teeth, trembling, and with difficulty, he turned around, carrying Donnie, and moved back step by step. He was a middle-aged man, his face covered in bloodstains. Despite his fear, he walked with unwavering determination, which made Donnie feel both relieved and deeply grateful.
Saving a person is certainly valuable, but what is even more valuable is that when someone is in a desperate situation, they still do not give up and continue to save people.
The bustling city lay in ruins, its skyscrapers shattered and vehicles scattered. Many people shivered beneath their cars, praying for divine intervention. In the distance, shadowy figures loomed: soldiers and civilians mingled, afraid to approach. Helicopters hovered cautiously in the distance, unwilling to approach. The remaining streetlights flickered, a last ray of light amidst the chaos. This indeed offered the survivors a small measure of comfort. Using this faint light, Donny and the others moved forward with difficulty yet determination.
The Hulk roared and pounded his head, as if trying to make himself more conscious. He had no time to pay attention to the insignificant little bugs in front of him, giving Donnie and the other man time to escape.
But there was not enough time after all. Tony was too badly injured and the other one was too tired.
An equally large figure, but with a darker body color, instantly jumped from the intersection to a place not far from the two of them, confronted Hulk, and shouted: "Hulk! I am stronger than you now!"
Donnie felt like he was falling into an icy cave, with a bone-chilling chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Abomination! Another monster!
The middle-aged man next to him was surprisingly calm and said to Donny, "These are two villains, monsters! They destroyed everything and will definitely go to hell."
Danny, sweating profusely, glanced and saw a familiar pickup truck, a Changan Xingka, backed up on the side of the road. Without giving it time to think, he pointed and yelled, "Go there! Let's hide behind that truck. Those two monsters won't notice a nobody like us!"