American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

"Damn it, damn it!" Jack Hall cursed inwardly, not at others, but at himself, for letting his curiosity cloud his judgment.

At that moment, Locke's voice rang out again.

"You seem to have run into a little trouble."

Jack Hall was speechless. This was no small matter; he was on the verge of death!

Furthermore, why can he still hear sounds now, even though he's quite far from where he was before?

"Here's what we'll do: just pick out anything, whether it's valuable or not, and I can save you."

As his hand gripping the edge of the ice continued to slide down, Jack Hall panicked. Who would want to die if they could avoid it?

"A trade, a trade right now, but I have no items!"

"Anything is fine~" He still spoke in that calm tone.

Jack Hall gritted his teeth, abruptly released one hand, grabbed a handful of ice, and roared, "Can this be okay?!"

"Of course~"

At that very moment, having lost a hand, Jack Hall could no longer hold onto the ice edge, and instantly, his entire body began to fall downwards.

Above the edge of the ice, two colleagues pounded the ground forcefully.

"Damn it, has that guy gone mad?"

"First he just stood there blankly for no reason, then he let go of my hand on his own. Is that bastard courting death?"

"Bullshit, if he wanted to die that badly, I should have just killed him!"

Having worked together for so long, their relationship was closer than that of brothers. Jack Hall's death caused the two of them to lose their minds.

Suddenly, a strange red entity floated out of the crack. The two people moved in unison, rubbing their eyes and taking a closer look.

Now they could see clearly that Jack Hall, who should have fallen, was now enveloped in a strange, scarlet light and floating up from below!

It's outrageous!

Being able to work with Jack Hall as a colleague meant that both of them were highly educated and accomplished scholars. At this moment, their scientific views were somewhat shattered.

This is totally illogical!

"This is fucking illogical!!" While the two colleagues were still roaring in their hearts, Jack Hall, who landed enveloped in red light, actually shouted it out loud.

"Science? That's just knowledge; it doesn't represent everything." A strange voice rang out, and crimson energy surged from Jack Hall's body, forming a phantom in mid-air moments later—it was Locke's phantom.

Jack Hall was completely bewildered when he saw this.

His two colleagues were completely dumbfounded; their expressions suggested they had seen God, or at least an angel descend.

Locke raised his head with interest, glanced at the sky, and instantly spread out his vast spiritual power, extracting and analyzing the specific information of this world.

After a moment, Locke looked away and glanced at his trader, Jack Hall.

"Interesting, this is the world I was originally in: The Day After Tomorrow."

As a disaster blockbuster worthy of being hailed as a masterpiece, Locke had naturally seen it in his previous life, but it had been a long time since he watched it, so his impression of it wasn't very deep, and he didn't recognize Jack Hall.

In reality, even if you have a deep impression of it, you might not recognize it. It's a disaster movie; you're watching for the special effects. Who cares about the main characters?

Locke stroked his chin. This world, without a doubt, offered him zero benefit. Connecting to this trading world seemed to offer nothing more than a chance to experience the so-called apocalyptic disaster firsthand.

However, upon glancing at Jack Hall, a strange glint suddenly appeared in Locke's eyes.

"Jack Hall, do you have a computer or cell phone?"

"Yes, yes!"

Jack Hall pulled out an ordinary-looking cell phone and was about to hand it to Locke.

Regardless of who Locke really is, just looking at his extremely mysterious methods, any not-so-stupid brain is telling Jack Hall that he should obediently listen to him now, not to mention that Locke has saved his life.

With a simple tap, the unknown brand of mobile phone instantly transformed into dozens of parts, which were then reassembled in the next moment.

"???" Jack Hall stared in disbelief at the scene. "What, what did you do?"

Locke calmly and nonchalantly said, "It's nothing, I just reassembled your phone. According to the speed of technological development in your world, this is roughly equivalent to a product from 150 years ago."

"Gulp..." He understood every single word the other person said, but why couldn't he understand it when they were put together? What did "recombined" mean? What did "equivalent to a product from 150 years in the future" mean?

Locke ignored the other party, but his gaze fell down, and the reassembled phone instantly turned on. Then, complex lines of code began to appear and refresh rapidly.

"Excuse me, what are you doing now?"

"It's nothing, just taking over the satellites in the sky. Don't worry, it'll be quick."

Jack Hall: ? ? ? ?

What does 0.9 mean by "taking over the satellite"? And what does "soon" mean?!

The next moment, he knew exactly what "soon" meant.

"All right."

"Gulp..." Jack Hall swallowed hard again.

Locke casually swiped his hand across the surface of the reconstructed phone, and instantly, beams of light appeared in mid-air.

Jack Holden stared in disbelief: "This is... a projection?"

"Is it the phone's built-in projector?"

He suddenly began to believe that this phone might be a product of 150 years in the future. He simply couldn't believe that mobile phones had advanced to this extent! Most importantly, it was his phone!!

Soon, Jack Hall had no time to pay attention to his phone. He looked at the image projected onto the screen, and his expression quickly became serious.

Various turbulent and astonishing air currents are forming all over the world.

The sea trembled violently, as if it were about to unleash terrifying waves that would destroy everything.

A terrifying tornado began to form in the center of the city.

The whole world seems to be undergoing all sorts of terrible changes.

“Sir, may I ask, may I ask what this is…” Jack Hall asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Locke smiled strangely: "Aren't you a climate expert? You should have expected this."

"As you thought, the end of the world is coming, Jack Hall."

Jack Hall froze instantly, a chilling sensation spreading through his entire body.

The end of the world is coming!!

Chapter 95 Then let me bear it all!

Suddenly, Jack Hall's expression changed drastically. He stared intently at the image of New York, where a giant tornado was slowly taking shape. Once such a massive tornado was fully formed, half of New York City would be completely destroyed, and countless people would perish within it.

Most importantly, his son was there!

Without any hesitation, Jack Hall turned to Locke and pleaded, "Please, please save them."

"I know you must have a way, and I'm willing to pay any price for it!"

Locke looked at the other party calmly: "Get up. Your actions are meaningless to me. However, since you are a trader, I can help you this once."

Upon hearing this, Jack Hall finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Locke extended a finger and shook it gently. A wisp of pale red light appeared and then disappeared with the wind.

Jack Hall stared blankly at the scene. Was that all?

He quickly turned to look at the projection, and the next moment, Jack Hall's eyes widened in shock.

As the tornado in New York City gradually took shape, the terrifying tornado turned the sky extremely gloomy wherever it passed, and it completely destroyed and shattered everything in its path, creating an apocalyptic scene.

However, suddenly, a red tornado appeared abruptly, took shape abruptly, and condensed out without any reason, before crashing hard into the original brown tornado.

Rumble......

The terrifying sound could be heard clearly from a great distance.

Moments later, the two tornadoes seemed to have perished together, and everything returned to calm.

Jack Hall was bewildered. This...is this really a power that humans can possess?

What difference is there between such power and that of a god?

This was still Jack Hall. At this moment, his two colleagues beside him had begun to pray respectfully, looking extremely devout.

Suddenly, Jack Hall had an idea. His eyes lit up, and he looked at Locke expectantly: "Could you...?"

"Could I help you again? Ideally, I could eliminate all the disasters?"

"Yes, I request that you..."

Locke interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

Your request is very unreasonable.

"In what capacity should I intervene in this disaster?"

"A savior in your eyes? But in my opinion, that's not the case at all."

Jack Hall frowned. He knew that this godlike being wouldn't say such things for no reason.

"I don't understand~"

Locke held up one finger: "In your view, this disaster came out of nowhere, and it may be related to things like the destruction of the ozone layer or the greenhouse effect, right?"

Jack Hall nodded, and so did his two colleagues who were just there as background figures.

"But in my eyes, it's not like that."

"All living beings in the world—humans, animals, and plants—possess their own wisdom. So why doesn't the Earth possess its own wisdom?"

"Unrestricted development and utilization of resources damage the environment. Pollutants such as fruit peels, paper scraps, and plastic bags are everywhere, making nature unrecognizable. Moreover, the smoke emitted by factories recklessly pollutes the sky..."

"All of this has pushed the planet beneath your feet to its limit!"

"From a small perspective, this is your Mother Earth teaching your unfilial children a lesson. From a larger perspective, this is Earth roaring at you humans, taking revenge!"

"At a time like this, how can I, an outsider, get involved in this matter, in a way that can hardly be called righteous, and act as a so-called savior?"

Silence fell over all three people present.

If someone else had said this, they might have thought that guy had lost his mind or had taken too much of something, but since it was said by this being with godlike power, it meant that this was actually the truth.

After a moment of silence, Jack Hall suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Humans shouldn't save such an extinct species. I may not be able to mobilize you, but I think someone can give you a reason to act. Please allow me to contact the other person."

"Of course~ that was your phone."

Jack Hall took a deep breath, picked up his phone, and quickly dialed a number. The call was answered quickly, and Jack Hall began speaking rapidly into the phone.

"Sir, I swear, everything I've said is true. Whether the world can be saved next may depend on whether we can move that person."

Silence. After a few minutes, a dignified voice came from the other end: "Jack Hall, I believe you. Please hand the phone to that gentleman."

As soon as the words "No need~" were spoken, a screen suddenly appeared on the phone, turning a phone call into a face-to-face video call.

Locke looked with interest at the well-dressed government official, who appeared to be a vice president.

"So, how are you going to win me over?"

The Vice President looked at Locke seriously: "First of all, my name is..."

Locke waved his hand: "I'm not interested in those things, just tell me directly."

The vice president's face darkened, and a flash of suppressed anger disappeared. No one had ever dared to ignore him like this. Of course, he was, after all, a high-ranking official with a mature and sophisticated mind.

"Since you prefer a direct approach, sir, how much should we offer to get you to take action? Ten billion? Two hundred billion? Or five hundred billion! Believe me, we can offer the most generous reward in the world!"

Locke suddenly laughed. He had actually been showered with money. How novel!

It's not worth getting angry over; why would an adult get angry at a naive and ignorant child?

Locke extended a finger and pointed it at an iceberg not far away. Instantly, the ice-crystal-colored mountain turned completely golden, transforming into a golden mountain.

Money~

Playing with it, mocking it? Not at all. It's laughable, a higher level of contempt.

The vice president stared blankly at the golden mountain not far away, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

He wanted to question whether it was fake, but for some reason, he couldn't muster the emotion to question it. Otherwise, every cell in his body was telling him that it was indeed real!