Optimus Prime and others left for half an hour. As soon as Bumblebee's sad song finished singing a few songs, a group of uninvited guests suddenly arrived. Five black SUVs were parked by the street, and more than a dozen agents in suits and white coats walked out, surrounded Russell's home, and took out the instrument to start detecting radioactive substances.
Dongdongdongdongdong
A series of rapid knocks sounded, awakening Sam, who was sleeping in the sofa in the living room. He glanced in the cat's eyes and confirmed that it was not the Decepticon to open the door.
Sam Witvic?Your great-great-grandfather was Archibald Witvic?
Sam blocked the flashlight that shot straight into his eyes with his hands and said dissatisfiedly: Who are you?
Government agencies!District 7!Simmons, a slutty agent in the Seventh District, showed his ID and took it back regardless of whether Sam saw it clearly.
What is that, I haven't heard of this organization.Sam was worried. Seeing the man in suit was rumbling around the yard and gradually approaching the bumblebee, he hurriedly said: Hi, this is not my home, you haven't won the consent of the owner.
District 7 does not need to win the consent of anyone, we have sufficient authority.Simmons said aloofly, stared at Sam's panic-eyed eyes, and chuckled: Sam, you called the police last night and said that your car ran away, which seriously threatened national security.
This gentleman, no matter whether the car threatens national security or not, you have now threatened my personal and property safety... Russell walked down the second floor stairs, holding the shaky sand eagle in his hand, and said lightly: The Constitution gives me the right to kill you, so can your people leave the garden?
Sorry, I have the right to shoot you.Simmons pulled out his suit and exposed the gun under his armpit.
Russell raised his eyebrows: It seems that this is true, but I am not those cowards who are scared by you. If you want to try whose gun is faster, I can accompany you now.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Seeing that the smell of gunpowder was not good, Simmons took a deep breath and lowered his posture first: Mr. Russell, we are here to take Sam Witvic away, it has nothing to do with you.
Russell nodded: No problem, but don't touch my stuff.
Sam: …
Simmons didn't care what Sam thought. He took out an instrument and came to Sam. After some detection, his face turned dark: Boy, look at what you did. This value really surprised me.
What value, what are you talking about?
Simmons waved his hand, Sam looked panicked. He was too lazy to listen to the other party's clumsy defense, took out the handcuffs and clamped his wrists, dragging them out of the house.
Mikayla descended from the stairs, with Cat behind Russell, and the two stood at the door watching Sam be taken away.At this moment, a white coat came to the Chevrolet car, and the instrument showed that he had encountered a super-spec value.
Sir!here!The value of this car is seriously exceeding the standard!
Simmons took a deep breath: It's that car, damn it, keep it away.
The swaying is swaying and swaying!
Seeing that both she and Sam were about to be taken away, Bumblebee instantly transformed into a giant robot over five meters, and changed his arm to an energy gun, aiming at Simmons' position: Sisi... This cat is so cute... You bed bugs, let the hostages be released!
After all, it is an intercepted broadcast, and it is impossible to happen to encounter the right sentence every time, so the words of Bumblebee sound more like a threat to the agents.
They pulled out their guns and looked for cover, but there were no obstacles in the garden except for the fountain.
Bumblebee, don't shoot.Sam was pressed to the ground, tilted his head and shouted loudly. He didn't want the Hornet to stand opposite to humans. As long as everyone calmed down and communicated, everything would be solved perfectly.
Optimus Prime did not allow him to take the initiative to harm humans, and Bumblebee respected his decision, but Optimus Prime also said that he should protect the safety of Russell and the other two.
There was a conflict in the order, and he looked at Russell for a headache. Among the people present, Russell had the highest IQ and Bumblebee believed that he would have the best of both worlds.
Russell shook his head gently: Bumblebee, turn back to the car, you are not here to start the war, Optimus Prime doesn't want this.
Bumblebee looked around, slightly unwilling to put away the energy gun, and the metal in his body moved, turning back to Chevrolet Camaro.
After ten seconds of silence, Simmons, who was covered in dust, got up from the ground, put on his suit and came to Russell, and said in a deep voice: Mr. Russell, it seems that you need to go with us.
no problem!But for the sake of my helping you to help you, can you open Sam's handcuffs?Russell's words made Sam look gratefully, but the second half directly made Sam fall into self-doubt: After all, Sam is so weak, it's the same whether he has handcuffs or not.
Thank you for your cooperation!Simmons nodded to Russell, making someone open Sam's handcuffs. He looked at Chevrolet Camaro in fear, not knowing how to speak.
Don't worry, Bumblebee will walk with us to where you want to go.Russell took the opportunity to give Simmons a step and added a sentence at the end: If you are worried, you can add a layer of insurance to the Hornet, but remember that he is a warrior, please give him the respect the warrior deserves.
I'm afraid...
Russell interrupted Simmons and said lightly: The Bumblebee race has a highly developed civilization, and there are many comrades on the earth. In order to avoid war, he has made concessions, right?
Well, this time is the exception.Simmons' eyes rolled. Now that others have fewer people and weak firepower, they can make concessions, but when they reach his territory, he should have the final say.
Russell grinned, before the other agents could react, he pulled Simmons to the Chevrolet co-pilot, opened the door and pushed him in.
Mr. Agent, let's go!
Simmons: …
Five SUVs protect the Chevrolet in the middle and head towards the airport outside the city.
What Russell didn't know was that as soon as the convoy left, another SUV was parked at his doorstep. Four agents entered the house to check and found traces of battle on the second floor.
Detection, all suspicious objects are recycled.
There are alien corpses in the trash can.
Bring back the trash can!
There is strong radioactivity on the floor...
Pry it away.
On the ceiling, too...
Take down the wallpaper together!
Oh my God, there are almost radioactive materials everywhere here, even safes...
Pack!
Confused: squeak, I'm back.
……
The roar of propellers sounded under the night sky, and four armed helicopters followed from behind, and ten military armored vehicles appeared, full of soldiers carrying guns and live ammunition.
With strong soldiers and strong horses, Simmons' confidence came back. He smiled and looked at Sam in the driver's seat, preparing to pry out some information from him: Sam, how much do you know about aliens?
Know nothing!
Under his butt was a bumblebee, Sam was dependent on his car, and he was not at all Simmons.
Yeah?Then how do you explain this!Simmons took out his cell phone from his pocket, and Sam left the one at the iron mine factory: We only found out because of your call.Wow, this video is so wonderful, your expression can serve as my joke for the whole year.
Sam: …
Russell sat in the back row, suddenly opened his eyes as he closed his eyes: Mr. Agent, it would be better to ask me, I should know more than him.
Simmons looked at Russell with a headache. This person was the most difficult to deal with. He had no interrogation room and eight muscular bodyguards, so he had no confidence to ask questions.
Mikayla, who was sitting aside, defended Russell: Just kidding, he knew nothing, and he knew nothing.
Simmons snorted coldly, and was not so polite to Mikala. He took out his ID and said stinkingly: Sport bra girl, do you know what this is?
Russell: A pass to do whatever you want, a license to lock us up forever.
Simmons: …
I told you everything, how can I show off?
Not to mention pretending, Simmons felt like a silly and punched the cotton. He was so depressed that he put away his license and glared at Mikala viciously: You'd better shut your mouth before I ask you, especially your dad's parole period is coming soon.
Sam was surprised: Dad?Parole period?
No, no… Mikaela hurriedly looked at Russell.
Oh, it seems you know nothing about her Ah!Simmons found a breakthrough and laughed: She is a car thief, and there is a teenager...
Ahem!
Russell coughed lightly and interrupted Simmons' pride and said bluntly: Mr. Agent, embarrassing the lady is not the demeanor of a gentleman.Besides, scaring two 18-year-old young people will not make you majestic.
Simmons scratched his head in annoyance. He didn't like talking to Russell, and was always led by the other party. Suddenly he realized something: Russell, why can you still be so... calm when you see aliens and special government departments?
Because I have seen creatures, gods and demons that are more terrifying than aliens, on Earth.
What?
I won’t say much off topic. Mr. Agent, I can tell you everything I know about aliens, but I will add a condition now.Russell looked at Mikaela, who was in a daze, raised his hand and rubbed her head: Delete her teenage criminal record and permanently delete it from the file.Society is so difficult and young people are just starting out. How can they still drag their bad pasts down!
Thanks……
Mikaela bit her lip, tears fell down, and she was moved when she threw herself into Russell's arms. The four corners of the turret had been welded to death, and no one could move when they came.
Damn, I'm talking to you about the safety of the earth, and you actually took the opportunity to flirt with girls!
Simmons, who is still a bachelor, is jealous. If he wants to have Russell three, it will be necessary to be lonely, empty and cold when the night is late.
Sam didn't say anything, nor did he envy him, and silently contributed his desolate emoticon.
He could see that he would definitely have no chance to continue thinking about Mikala. After saving the earth, he would use this glorious resume to go to other girls.
Dongdongdongdongdong
A series of rapid knocks sounded, awakening Sam, who was sleeping in the sofa in the living room. He glanced in the cat's eyes and confirmed that it was not the Decepticon to open the door.
Sam Witvic?Your great-great-grandfather was Archibald Witvic?
Sam blocked the flashlight that shot straight into his eyes with his hands and said dissatisfiedly: Who are you?
Government agencies!District 7!Simmons, a slutty agent in the Seventh District, showed his ID and took it back regardless of whether Sam saw it clearly.
What is that, I haven't heard of this organization.Sam was worried. Seeing the man in suit was rumbling around the yard and gradually approaching the bumblebee, he hurriedly said: Hi, this is not my home, you haven't won the consent of the owner.
District 7 does not need to win the consent of anyone, we have sufficient authority.Simmons said aloofly, stared at Sam's panic-eyed eyes, and chuckled: Sam, you called the police last night and said that your car ran away, which seriously threatened national security.
This gentleman, no matter whether the car threatens national security or not, you have now threatened my personal and property safety... Russell walked down the second floor stairs, holding the shaky sand eagle in his hand, and said lightly: The Constitution gives me the right to kill you, so can your people leave the garden?
Sorry, I have the right to shoot you.Simmons pulled out his suit and exposed the gun under his armpit.
Russell raised his eyebrows: It seems that this is true, but I am not those cowards who are scared by you. If you want to try whose gun is faster, I can accompany you now.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Seeing that the smell of gunpowder was not good, Simmons took a deep breath and lowered his posture first: Mr. Russell, we are here to take Sam Witvic away, it has nothing to do with you.
Russell nodded: No problem, but don't touch my stuff.
Sam: …
Simmons didn't care what Sam thought. He took out an instrument and came to Sam. After some detection, his face turned dark: Boy, look at what you did. This value really surprised me.
What value, what are you talking about?
Simmons waved his hand, Sam looked panicked. He was too lazy to listen to the other party's clumsy defense, took out the handcuffs and clamped his wrists, dragging them out of the house.
Mikayla descended from the stairs, with Cat behind Russell, and the two stood at the door watching Sam be taken away.At this moment, a white coat came to the Chevrolet car, and the instrument showed that he had encountered a super-spec value.
Sir!here!The value of this car is seriously exceeding the standard!
Simmons took a deep breath: It's that car, damn it, keep it away.
The swaying is swaying and swaying!
Seeing that both she and Sam were about to be taken away, Bumblebee instantly transformed into a giant robot over five meters, and changed his arm to an energy gun, aiming at Simmons' position: Sisi... This cat is so cute... You bed bugs, let the hostages be released!
After all, it is an intercepted broadcast, and it is impossible to happen to encounter the right sentence every time, so the words of Bumblebee sound more like a threat to the agents.
They pulled out their guns and looked for cover, but there were no obstacles in the garden except for the fountain.
Bumblebee, don't shoot.Sam was pressed to the ground, tilted his head and shouted loudly. He didn't want the Hornet to stand opposite to humans. As long as everyone calmed down and communicated, everything would be solved perfectly.
Optimus Prime did not allow him to take the initiative to harm humans, and Bumblebee respected his decision, but Optimus Prime also said that he should protect the safety of Russell and the other two.
There was a conflict in the order, and he looked at Russell for a headache. Among the people present, Russell had the highest IQ and Bumblebee believed that he would have the best of both worlds.
Russell shook his head gently: Bumblebee, turn back to the car, you are not here to start the war, Optimus Prime doesn't want this.
Bumblebee looked around, slightly unwilling to put away the energy gun, and the metal in his body moved, turning back to Chevrolet Camaro.
After ten seconds of silence, Simmons, who was covered in dust, got up from the ground, put on his suit and came to Russell, and said in a deep voice: Mr. Russell, it seems that you need to go with us.
no problem!But for the sake of my helping you to help you, can you open Sam's handcuffs?Russell's words made Sam look gratefully, but the second half directly made Sam fall into self-doubt: After all, Sam is so weak, it's the same whether he has handcuffs or not.
Thank you for your cooperation!Simmons nodded to Russell, making someone open Sam's handcuffs. He looked at Chevrolet Camaro in fear, not knowing how to speak.
Don't worry, Bumblebee will walk with us to where you want to go.Russell took the opportunity to give Simmons a step and added a sentence at the end: If you are worried, you can add a layer of insurance to the Hornet, but remember that he is a warrior, please give him the respect the warrior deserves.
I'm afraid...
Russell interrupted Simmons and said lightly: The Bumblebee race has a highly developed civilization, and there are many comrades on the earth. In order to avoid war, he has made concessions, right?
Well, this time is the exception.Simmons' eyes rolled. Now that others have fewer people and weak firepower, they can make concessions, but when they reach his territory, he should have the final say.
Russell grinned, before the other agents could react, he pulled Simmons to the Chevrolet co-pilot, opened the door and pushed him in.
Mr. Agent, let's go!
Simmons: …
Five SUVs protect the Chevrolet in the middle and head towards the airport outside the city.
What Russell didn't know was that as soon as the convoy left, another SUV was parked at his doorstep. Four agents entered the house to check and found traces of battle on the second floor.
Detection, all suspicious objects are recycled.
There are alien corpses in the trash can.
Bring back the trash can!
There is strong radioactivity on the floor...
Pry it away.
On the ceiling, too...
Take down the wallpaper together!
Oh my God, there are almost radioactive materials everywhere here, even safes...
Pack!
Confused: squeak, I'm back.
……
The roar of propellers sounded under the night sky, and four armed helicopters followed from behind, and ten military armored vehicles appeared, full of soldiers carrying guns and live ammunition.
With strong soldiers and strong horses, Simmons' confidence came back. He smiled and looked at Sam in the driver's seat, preparing to pry out some information from him: Sam, how much do you know about aliens?
Know nothing!
Under his butt was a bumblebee, Sam was dependent on his car, and he was not at all Simmons.
Yeah?Then how do you explain this!Simmons took out his cell phone from his pocket, and Sam left the one at the iron mine factory: We only found out because of your call.Wow, this video is so wonderful, your expression can serve as my joke for the whole year.
Sam: …
Russell sat in the back row, suddenly opened his eyes as he closed his eyes: Mr. Agent, it would be better to ask me, I should know more than him.
Simmons looked at Russell with a headache. This person was the most difficult to deal with. He had no interrogation room and eight muscular bodyguards, so he had no confidence to ask questions.
Mikayla, who was sitting aside, defended Russell: Just kidding, he knew nothing, and he knew nothing.
Simmons snorted coldly, and was not so polite to Mikala. He took out his ID and said stinkingly: Sport bra girl, do you know what this is?
Russell: A pass to do whatever you want, a license to lock us up forever.
Simmons: …
I told you everything, how can I show off?
Not to mention pretending, Simmons felt like a silly and punched the cotton. He was so depressed that he put away his license and glared at Mikala viciously: You'd better shut your mouth before I ask you, especially your dad's parole period is coming soon.
Sam was surprised: Dad?Parole period?
No, no… Mikaela hurriedly looked at Russell.
Oh, it seems you know nothing about her Ah!Simmons found a breakthrough and laughed: She is a car thief, and there is a teenager...
Ahem!
Russell coughed lightly and interrupted Simmons' pride and said bluntly: Mr. Agent, embarrassing the lady is not the demeanor of a gentleman.Besides, scaring two 18-year-old young people will not make you majestic.
Simmons scratched his head in annoyance. He didn't like talking to Russell, and was always led by the other party. Suddenly he realized something: Russell, why can you still be so... calm when you see aliens and special government departments?
Because I have seen creatures, gods and demons that are more terrifying than aliens, on Earth.
What?
I won’t say much off topic. Mr. Agent, I can tell you everything I know about aliens, but I will add a condition now.Russell looked at Mikaela, who was in a daze, raised his hand and rubbed her head: Delete her teenage criminal record and permanently delete it from the file.Society is so difficult and young people are just starting out. How can they still drag their bad pasts down!
Thanks……
Mikaela bit her lip, tears fell down, and she was moved when she threw herself into Russell's arms. The four corners of the turret had been welded to death, and no one could move when they came.
Damn, I'm talking to you about the safety of the earth, and you actually took the opportunity to flirt with girls!
Simmons, who is still a bachelor, is jealous. If he wants to have Russell three, it will be necessary to be lonely, empty and cold when the night is late.
Sam didn't say anything, nor did he envy him, and silently contributed his desolate emoticon.
He could see that he would definitely have no chance to continue thinking about Mikala. After saving the earth, he would use this glorious resume to go to other girls.
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