American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Southern suburbs of the magic city, a vast garbage recycling plant.

A truck with peeling paint, dragging a large container, was slowly driving out of the yard under the guidance of a marshal.

The gatekeeper stood aside, helping to observe the angles to prevent any scratches.

This fence was newly replaced a week ago, and it's still shining. If it gets scratched so quickly, the security captain will definitely take the opportunity to deduct money.

It's pitiful that he, a gatekeeper, only makes more than 3,000 yuan a month. He's away from home all year round. Although the job is easy and he can sleep at work, he's quite ruthless when it comes to deducting money.

Fortunately, this is a garbage dump, and the air is always filled with a strange smell, so not many people come to snatch his position.

Although he complained in his heart, he still had to keep watching.

Seeing the container twisting its rear end slowly, it would be able to get out of the gate in a few more steps.

At this moment, a black official car convoy quickly surrounded the truck. More than twenty people got out in a hurry, each holding something that looked like a jammer, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The gatekeeper, the driver, and the marshal waving the glow stick all looked at Simmons as if he were an idiot.

What is this? Acting?

Just as they were scratching their heads in confusion, the truck's external speaker suddenly uttered a fluent sentence in English.

"So, you guys found me after all? Very well!"

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang.

With a series of mechanical parts colliding, the huge truck head suddenly cracked open. Tiny parts collided, gears rotated, moving up and down.

It quickly assembled into a huge robot in a matter of seconds.

It knelt on the ground, its head slightly lowered. As it slowly stood up, the sense of oppression became even stronger.

The three onlookers were stunned for a long time, then suddenly let out a cry and turned to run.

The men in black suits had been waiting for them. As soon as they saw them running, they directly fired stun guns. The three people convulsed, rolled their eyes, and fell to the ground, immediately losing consciousness.

The men in suits quickly carried them into the car.

Simmons and Optimus Prime stared at each other silently.

Although he had already found the image data of Optimus Prime and the other four Autobots from various satellite data.

This was the first time he had seen them in person at such close range.

Unlike Megatron, who was frozen.

Even though Megatron was tall and ferocious, he was ultimately frozen there, obediently serving as a test subject for so many years. Even children wouldn't feel any fear, let alone trained agents.

But Optimus Prime was different. The robot in front of him was alive, and they were weapons from head to toe. Just look at those big arms and fists. One punch would take several lives.

Fortunately, he was a well-trained agent and now the deputy director. Even if his legs were trembling, he had to maintain a calm facade.

Simmons smiled slightly, and said calmly, "Finally, I meet you, Optimus Prime. There's no denying that you're indeed very mighty.

But you have to admit that this is Earth, the planet of humans. I want to confirm, what exactly did you come to Earth for?"

"For peace! To protect Earth from suffering the same fate as Cybertron, we must save this life-sustaining planet from Megatron's hands!

Humans, the fact that you can ask this question shows that you already understand the ideals of us Autobots and know that we will not harm you."

"Perhaps!"

Simmons didn't answer directly. He just nodded and then asked, "Then why didn't you contact our government in the first place, but instead hid yourselves?"

"The concept of time for silicon-based life forms is different from that of you humans. From birth to death, we are merely the diffusion process of the AllSpark's energy.

This process usually lasts for tens of thousands or even millions of years!

And the last time I checked, you humans were still in a state of ignorant civil war. That war swept the world.

Even people of the same race were killing each other, so what's the difference between that and Megatron of Cybertron?

Therefore, I rejected the Autobots' suggestion and refused to contact you, preparing to resist the Decepticons and protect the safety of Earth with my own strength!"

How high-sounding!

Simmons subtly curled his lips and didn't argue with Optimus Prime: "But times have changed. The age of war has passed. After these years of recuperation, our civilization is also advancing by leaps and bounds. With the support of the five permanent members, the United Nations can represent the entire human race to a limited extent.

Since you are for peace, then the evil Decepticons are our common enemy! I hope you can fight alongside us!"

Optimus Prime was silent for a moment, then slowly asked, "Is this a formal invitation?"

"That's right, I have the authorization documents from the United Nations government on hand!"

Simmons said righteously.

In fact, he also knew that the United Nations was nothing in front of the United States. On the surface, they responded to everything, but in reality, they didn't take the United Nations seriously at all.

However, it was still very impressive to say this, as if he had become the embodiment of justice, representing humanity in negotiating an alliance with aliens.

Optimus Prime nodded slowly: "This is exactly what we want!"

"Great!" Simmons said excitedly: "Then Optimus Prime, during these two months of searching, we have found the locations of many Cybertronians, including Autobots and Decepticons.

After you identify them, I hope you will immediately launch an elimination operation!"

After speaking, Simmons handed over a laptop.

He had prepared all kinds of information before coming.

He spoke so grandly, but in reality, he had only discovered one infrared radiation signal from a Cybertronian.

However, his success in facilitating the alliance was already a great achievement, and whether or not this operation was successful afterwards would not have a major impact.

If it was an Autobot, that would be even better. The strength of the allies would be enhanced, indirectly enhancing the strength of Sector Seven.

Simmons would be able to sit more securely in the political arena. If it was a member of the Decepticons, winning a beautiful victory in the first operation would also be a brilliant achievement.

No matter how you look at it, it's not a loss to personally carry out this mission!