American Comics: BOSS Invasion

At the Pittsburgh front-line military base, an armed transport plane slowly landed. Engineering vehicles that had been waiting nearby quickly moved forward, placed the container with the 'Danger' label on a truck, and swiftly transported it to the underground research base.

Two hours later, a detailed research report was freshly produced and sent to the Ninth Bureau's conference table.

Simmons frowned and passed the information to everyone present.

"The research report is out. Whether judged from living habits or skeletal structure, the charred monster corpse is a giant rat.

The bad news is that because the temperature during the burning was too high, many crucial samples were incinerated. Besides barely being able to detect some data from the appearance, the other effective information that could be obtained is very little."

Simmons' voice trailed off, and the high-level officials flipped through the documents without speaking.

"Gentlemen, the reason I've called you here isn't to listen to a meaningless report.

Guys, we are soldiers, a special operations bureau guarding America, this is our responsibility!"

Perhaps Simmons' words were too heavy, and a crew-cut man was unwilling to listen, frowning and saying: "Director, we can't be blamed for this.

The military has done its best, even using war equipment to seal off the entire community.

The reason it took so long is because the laboratory has been unable to find an effective drug formula.

The samples our soldiers risked their lives to collect at the front are wasted again and again.

The laboratory should be condemned the most!"

Simmons pointed at him: "What you said is indeed correct, but unfortunately, the laboratory is not under our control. The endless stream of monster incidents has attracted the high attention of the White House. The Department of Homeland Security, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the Central Intelligence Agency, and even the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives all want to take over this case.

Therefore, the research resources in the National Science and Technology Laboratory are constantly being diluted…

So I believe that the key to breaking the situation now is not how to block the monster activity area, but how to find it!"

A photo suddenly popped up on the big screen, showing a blurry figure spitting out a huge fireball with a diameter of more than 10 meters.

This photo seemed to be截取from nearby surveillance video. With the surrounding houses as a reference, it gave people an unspeakable shock.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to it.

Simmons said: "This is what happened to that big rat! Obviously, there are still some unknown things hidden among the crowd."

A senior executive said: "Being able to spew flames is indeed amazing, but with the power of technology, the same can be done.

We only need to make the flame-spraying device bigger, lure a combat squad, and spray flames from all directions to achieve the same effect."

Another senior executive nodded: "That's right, I agree with this view! And Director, you don't need to go far at all. Cybertronians are machines born for war. We can use their power to eliminate these monsters as soon as possible!"

Simmons said: "We've already tried it. Unfortunately, the Autobots seem to only be interested in hunting Decepticons, and they are not interested in the creatures and monsters on Earth at all.

They do like cooperation, but they also don't want to interfere in our crisis.

No need to discuss it anymore, let's find this person first! I think this little thing shouldn't be difficult, right, Morpheus? I'll give you three days, can you handle it?"

Sitting at the other end of the conference room, a young man with messy hair and casual clothes nodded when he heard the words.

"I dropped a satellite over two weeks ago, monitoring 24 hours a day, finding him is not a problem!"

"Then I'll wait for your good news!"

Simmons nodded, and the big stone in his heart finally landed.

After being busy for so long, he finally found a way to deal with it.

It's not easy being his director.

The Ninth Bureau is a secret agency that reports directly to the President.

Although the power is great enough, in terms of scale and visibility, it cannot be compared with the other violent agencies in the country at all.

Although he had previously recruited a group of Autobots whom he didn't know before, and used them to bring out the assault team.

These days, constantly hunting Decepticons, and the corpses brought back satisfied the interests of many people.

Therefore, he did gain a part of the benefits some time ago, but as the monster incidents continued to increase.

The Autobots' refusal to cooperate was like a bolt from the blue, almost stunning Simmons.

After communicating several times and being rejected one after another, Simmons had no choice but to send troops to fight these emerging monsters head-on.

Trying to hunt monsters with force.

And even, when the time is right, be able to capture one or two alive to study.

But what I didn't expect was that the monsters were not only physically strong and powerful, but most of them also had some strange abilities.

They are not afraid of death in battle, and most of them are entrenched in the city, unable to use large-scale weapons.

Without a weapon that can kill with one blow, it is impossible to effectively deal with monsters.

So during this period of time, the Ninth Bureau has been in a very awkward position, but fortunately, there is now another chance to turn over!

Robert returned home, his heart still beating non-stop.

He was lying on the floor of the attic, sweating all over.

Too exciting, really too exciting!

He didn't expect that he, who had just obtained extraordinary power, would enter such a wonderful world.

Using the power of fire to kill monsters and maintain world peace is already a bit like Robert's dream.

He gasped for a while before gradually calming down.

His mother came up once in the middle, and seemed to not have noticed that her son had gone out.

She didn't ask too much about the sweat on her son's forehead.

She just reminded him that it was getting late and he should go to bed.

If it were normal times, Robert would have argued at least a few words to win himself half an hour or an hour of free time.

Today was different. As soon as his mother finished speaking, he obediently agreed, and even took the initiative to take a shower in the bathroom.

Before it was even ten o'clock, Robert lay on the bed.

His mind kept recalling the process of his battle just now, the smooth movements, the well-timed Great Fireball Technique, and the monster that screamed and turned from a giant rat into a black rat jerky.

It made him very excited, and Robert didn't fall asleep until the second half of the night.

But early the next morning, just as dawn was breaking, a team of black official cars surrounded Robert's house.