American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Knock on the door, show credentials, arrest the person.

Time was of the essence, and Simmons had no time to worry about the details. He directly took Robert's family in one fell swoop and brought them to the temporary garrison command tent near the sealed community, which had not yet been dismantled.

The temporary interrogation room was very simple, with only a table and two benches.

The parents and children were separated, and naturally subordinates were sent to deal with the two law-abiding civilians.

Originally, someone like Robert, who had been labeled as dangerous, needed a negotiation expert to contact him.

However, Simmons thought for a moment and felt that his presence would be more effective, so he didn't hesitate to lift the curtain and walk in.

Robert was in high school after all. Although he was not yet an adult, he knew a little about government agencies.

When he saw Simmons, his first reaction was that last night's events had been exposed, so a look of panic appeared in his eyes, and he lowered his head and remained silent.

Seeing his reaction, Simmons had some guesses in his mind.

He was silent for a moment and decided to proceed according to plan.

"Hello, Robert! My name is Simmons, and I would like to ask you some questions!"

Robert said, "Are you a police officer?"

"No!"

"Federal Bureau of Investigation?"

"Neither!" Simmons raised his hand to make a pause gesture and said, "You don't have to get to the bottom of it. The organization I belong to does not exist to the outside world. You only need to understand it as a secret organization with great power and mystery."

Simmons choked, stunned and didn't know what to say.

Kid, your reasoning ability is too strong. Based on so little information, you dare to deduce that I am from a secret agency?

Simmons spread out his palms, "Okay, it's best if you understand. I'm in a hurry, so it's better to be direct!"

He threw a report, a sketch, and a large pile of photos on the table, indicating that Robert could look through them at will.

Robert curiously picked up the photos and flipped through them a few times, his face suddenly changing color.

Simmons said, "About two weeks ago, we lost a military satellite that monitored this area 24 hours a day. At around 9:00 last night, I noticed you suddenly appearing in the restricted area.

At 9:05, you engaged in combat with the monster code-named 'Rat', and at 9:08, the battle ended.

The rat turned into a pile of coke, but you left unscathed. The remaining flames ignited the wooden houses, almost destroying half of the community. Firefighters worked hard for more than two hours to put out the fire.

Do you have anything to explain about this?"

Looking at the photos in his hand, Robert felt regret in his heart.

If he had known that he was being watched, he should have randomly transformed into someone else before taking the next steps.

He didn't expect that his first act of chivalry would expose his identity because of carelessness. It seems that he can't be an agricultural hero anymore, and he can only constantly move closer to the concept of Iron Man in the future.

To become a superhero who stands completely in the sunlight.

Robert was not actually that flustered.

What are the advantages of the flamboyant personality of Americans? They want to show 120% of their abilities.

Nine and a half out of ten people won't hide themselves and bide their time in a low-key manner.

There is such a plot in superhero comics. Once a superhero's identity is exposed, what follows is either enemies or government agents.

And most government agents come with recruitment missions.

As long as he nods, he can transform into a senior agent, and from then on, the sky is the limit, he can go wherever he wants, and maybe he can perform some very cool tasks.

With this in mind, Robert didn't show any panic.

"That's right, I did it!"

Simmons was waiting for this sentence from him: "How did you do it? Spitting out a big fireball from your mouth? Also, how did you suddenly appear in the isolated community?"

Robert felt that there was nothing to hide about this matter, so he told everything about the chakra ring he had suddenly obtained and his thoughts.

At this time, Simmons noticed that Robert was wearing a simple wooden ring on the middle finger of his right hand.

There was a strange pattern on the surface, a bit like a leaf, but also a bit different.

"Can you show me the ring?"

Robert hesitated.

Simmons waited patiently on the side. He wanted to snatch it, but he had to guard against this being Robert's casual test.

Once he snatched it, Robert's attitude would change. With his ability to spit out fireballs at will, this military camp might not be able to control him.

Simmons came here to recruit combat power, not to make enemies, and he still understood this point.

From an ordinary action team leader, he was unexpectedly promoted to the director of the Ninth Bureau.

The appearance of the Autobots, the great war between the Transformers, and the life-and-death crises he had experienced had brought earth-shattering changes to Simmons' way of handling cases.

He no longer gloated over his identity as a secret agent, nor did he blindly follow the rules and regulations.

The more he knew, the more carefully he lived.

The appearance of the Autobots made Simmons feel that this world was too fragile.

It seemed that he could fall into the doomsday with a little carelessness.

So, he chose the safest way.

Fortunately, Robert didn't hesitate for too long. After a little thought, he took off the ring on his hand.

Simmons took it, looked at it a few times, and handed it to his subordinate.

The subordinate carefully placed the chakra ring in a small isolated box and turned to send it to the nearby laboratory.

Seeing Robert stretching his head to look, Simmons explained, "Just doing some simple tests, don't worry! Tell me in detail about your combat experience last night. Did you see the image of that big rat with your own eyes?"

"I saw it. It was very big. Rather than calling it a rat, it was more like a mutated elephant.

It had no hair all over its body, and its skin was red all over. Even its eyes were blood red, as if it had gone crazy."

A look of recollection appeared in his eyes, and Robert was still a little scared.

"I was just curious about what happened in the restricted area. I didn't expect a huge rat to suddenly attack me. I subconsciously fought back. My mind was blank throughout the entire battle!"

Simmons frowned: "Are you saying that you unconsciously spewed out flames?"

"No! It's a kind of ninjutsu!"

"What kind of jutsu?"

"Ninjutsu, I don't really understand it! But that's what the name is!"

"Okay!" Simmons closed his notebook and said, "Robert, can you show me your abilities?"

"Right here?"

"Of course not! I have already prepared a test site for you, come with me!"

Robert hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Okay then!"