American Comics: BOSS Invasion

This was the Cybertronian Autobots' hangar. Previously, it was just a collaboration between human armies and Cybertronian Autobots, but now a third party had suddenly joined.

Judging from the attire of these superhumans, they were completely different from soldiers.

The soldiers in camouflage uniforms were also frequently sizing up these superhumans wearing green vests and headbands with uniform symbols.

Clearly, within the military, which revered power, the soldiers greatly admired the superhumans.

The three parties were clearly defined, with the President's special envoy inserted among them, holding a piece of paper and appearing somewhat arrogant.

Optimus Prime, with the assistance of Ratchet, had his body repaired and was no longer small and exquisite.

As a representative, Optimus Prime slowly drove under the frame, and after a dazzling transformation, the huge robot rose from the ground.

Everyone present was mesmerized. There wasn't a man who didn't like machines, especially this behemoth that could transform and possessed fierce firepower. It was simply every man's dream.

Moreover, Optimus Prime's sense of justice was very much to the soldiers' liking, and they got along very well during the collaborative operations.

It was supposed to be a perfect ending, but the sudden appearance of the deep-sea monster yesterday changed everything.

The strike force suffered severe losses, and the military was unwilling to let it go. Coupled with the continuous and escalating rampages of the monsters, it not only alarmed the White House but also attracted the attention of the Federation.

Dozens of countries jointly proposed the formation of a joint force to deal with these monsters globally.

What a great excuse. The United States would never let this opportunity pass.

Although their own country was the most severely plagued by monsters, the globally-minded United States still wanted to send some troops out to let other countries also enjoy the protection of the American court.

However, they clearly had a shortage in terms of power allocation, so they needed Optimus Prime to assist.

The greater threat was the Autobots.

These silicon-based lifeforms from other planets possessed technology far superior to Earth's, and their motives were unknown.

They claimed that their planet had been destroyed and that they had no means of reproduction.

Yet they were still helping Earthlings destroy their own kind, which simply didn't make sense logically.

Therefore, a large number of people suspected that the Autobots had some conspiracy.

Perhaps they were developing in secret, slowly infiltrating, preparing to one day stir up a storm and take the opportunity to occupy Earth.

Or they were studying human weaknesses, preparing to deliver a fatal blow at a crucial moment.

They couldn't believe that a homeless person wouldn't want a new home.

Optimus Prime looked down at the crowd, his voice deep and magnetic.

"General, to date, we have defeated six Decepticon attacks, each in a different state.

Yesterday's counterattack directly proved our previous conjecture that they were clearly looking for something globally.

However, the sudden appearance of the deep-sea monster interrupted all of this, causing serious changes in the subsequent battles.

I am very sorry for not being able to protect my comrades. I deeply regret this.

But please believe me, the monsters are just a minor ailment; the real threat is always the Decepticons.

In yesterday's battle, they mentioned the Descendants!"

"Descendants? What does that mean?"

The voice came from the speakers, and the huge head appearing on the display was none other than the supreme commander in charge of the strike team.

As a senior general, his personal safety had to be protected. Although Optimus Prime had gained the military's trust in many battles, he was still someone who needed to be isolated in the eyes of the security department.

Optimus Prime didn't mind. If they wanted to kill someone, it didn't matter where you hid. As long as humans were willing to communicate, even if it wasn't face-to-face, even if they weren't willing to show an equal relationship, it didn't matter.

As long as you are willing to help us kill the Decepticons, we are our own people.

Optimus Prime replied in a deep voice: "The source is unknown. The only recorded history comes from the AllSpark, but unfortunately, it has now been destroyed."

"Sorry!"

The President's special envoy suddenly shouted, attracting everyone's attention.

"Why haven't the enemies left Earth as expected after the AllSpark was destroyed?"

A soldier explained his identity next to him: "President's special envoy, senior consultant of the Public Security Bureau, Galway."

Galway greeted the general.

From his expression, it was clear that although the general was several ranks higher than the special envoy, he, as an imperial envoy, was obviously not afraid of the military bigwig.

"According to last night's battle report, the President expresses his condolences.

Although you had glorious achievements before, last night's failure has ruined your perfect victory."

The general was silent, what the other party said was true.

The President's special envoy nodded slightly, then turned to Optimus Prime and said:

"In the extraterrestrial Autobot cooperation decree, you agreed to share intelligence with so-and-so, but you did not provide us with the right to use weapons. I want to know why?"

"Our lives are long and enduring. We have witnessed firsthand humanity's capacity for war.

Advanced weapons do not bring victory and peace, but more brutal wars.

You yearn for more advanced technology, but this is not a reason to bring war!" Optimus Prime said in a deep voice.

"What weapons bring is up to us humans to decide, not you, an extraterrestrial lifeform!

Humans are humans, Cybertron is Cybertron, we are not the same. Weapons and evolution may destroy Cybertron, but they are likely to bring peace to humanity.

Moreover, commemorating war is also an internal matter of Earth, it's none of your business!"

Optimus Prime shook his head, expressing his determination, but said nothing more.

Wise as he was, he had already seen through the President's special envoy's true purpose.

In so many cooperative operations, having witnessed the advanced weapons of the Cybertronians so many times, a small portion of the United States finally couldn't restrain the desire in their hearts and wanted to obtain more.

This situation was also common in Cybertron.

There was nothing to say!

Seeing that the other party didn't reply, the President's special envoy also knew that nothing could actually be discussed on this issue.

The reason he brought it up was just to enhance his aura, overwhelm the other party, and attempt to gain more benefits in subsequent communications.

This was a common strategy in diplomacy.

The Department of Defense consultant was obviously an expert in this.

"There is another question, I know you have been sending signals into outer space, introducing more and more of your companions to Earth.

Regarding this, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the general in the display directly interrupted him.

"Mr. Galway, I must remind you, this is also my territory!"