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Sam, who had been stimulated all day, was taken away by the bumblebee. When he left, his mouth was still full of Fisher's secret cookies. The child was frightened for a whole day. Rest, so after getting in the car, I quickly fell asleep.

Not long after the Autobots left, a group of Chevrolet SUVs ran over the road extremely arrogantly, appeared on the street, surrounded Burns' single-family courtyard, and then a group of tall men in black clothes and black sunglasses jumped out of the car.

"Team one surrounds this place, the second team knocks on the door with me, and the third team is responsible for searching the yard!" A curly-haired man chewing gum arrogantly assigned the task to his subordinates.

"sir, yes, sir!"

Dozens of agents trod across the well-tended lawn like wild boars, some sweeping around with radiation instruments, others digging holes in the yard with shovels.

"Dangdangdang!" The curly-haired man knocked on the wooden door that was overwhelmed by Fisher's kick, and then he heard a very crisp click from inside.

"Creak!" Burns, holding a shotgun, slammed the muzzle in the face of the split man, and walked out of the door.

"Calm down, calm down first! You have to know that we have 30 people!" The split-headed man slowly raised his hands, and then the agent he brought forward immediately raised his gun, and the two sides confronted each other.

"30 people? A lot?" The agents looked up and saw Fisher standing on the roof with a bazooka in one hand and an m320 grenade launcher in the other. "Everyone, put this guy down!"

"Wait a minute, I'll introduce myself first!" The split-headed man scolded inwardly, then took off his sunglasses, "I'm Agent Reki Simon from District 7, I'm here just to investigate!"

"Really, Agent Simon, then I think you also know that American law says it's okay to be beaten to death for trespassing on someone else's territory!"

"Then I think I can ask the police to investigate the issue of your illegal firepower!"

"Why, as an intelligence worker, I put a few rocket launchers for self-defense, is there a problem?" Burns continued to slap the opponent with the muzzle, and jabbed Agent Simon's double chin vigorously.

"Then what, everyone put away the guns first!" Agent Simon saw that his task was going to be delayed, so he waved his hand and signaled his subordinates to put the gun down.

After the situation eased, Agent Simon revealed his intentions, and Confused did not hide his traces when the presidential plane was sabotaging. The hackers of the Ministry of Defense naturally knew what the aliens were looking for. The seventh district was responsible. The agency dealing with the Transformers, which they call non-biological alien lifeforms, immediately split into two, one to Sam's house, and the other to Fisher, who had become a buyer.

"You two, the country needs you now!" Simmons said righteously, his two hands flew up and down, his tone was enthusiastic, and his movements were fierce, as if he would be a traitor if he didn't help! "Our country is under attack, we need to ask you to go back, help us, and defeat those evil aliens together!"

"If we refuse, will you do it?" Fisher teased.

"No, no, America is a democratic country, we will guarantee the wishes of the citizens, especially the two are public officials, we will not be reluctant!" Looking at the bazooka standing at the door, Simmons said against his will.

"Do you want to go then?" Fisher looked at Burns.

"Let's go!" Burns sighed. He has served the country for decades, but now he is disgusted by another group of people. He wants to get angry, but when he thinks of the roadblocks he was dragged away before, he can only force Endure the discomfort, nod in agreement.

While the agents on this road were not going well, the agents on the other road were also unlucky. When they went to find Sam, they encountered the same Chaos who came here. The Chaos, which was only a few tens of centimeters in height, seemed to be weak in combat, but it was compared to the others. The Transformers, who conjured up four energy cannons, fought directly with the agents who discovered their whereabouts at Sam's house. The house carefully designed by Father Sam was turned into a pile of ruins in ten minutes, if it weren't for Bumblebee When they arrived at the rescue site, I was afraid that the parents of those agents would suffer. After seeing the force of Bumblebee, the agents of District 7 were also a lot more polite. In the name of protection, they pulled the Sam family, including the Chihuahua. To the car to the seventh district, including the bumblebee.

It's just that these agents also did a stupid thing. They didn't check whether Mash, who was shot in two by Bumblebee, was dead or not, and they packed up Maze's body and took it away.

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Before coming, Simmons did investigate the identities of the two, but Burns's information was false because of his work, but Fisher's information Simmons dared to use his mother's dentures to swear it was true, but the other party He didn't act like a soldier who retired due to injury.

"Agent Simon, can I ask how long you've been in this business?" Fisher, who was sitting in the back row, put his feet on the backrest of the front row unceremoniously.

"It's been more than ten years!" Simmons replied angrily.

"Oh, then you must be a very high-level agent!"

"Pfft..." As soon as these words came out, the agent driving the car almost laughed.

"No, I'm just an ordinary member now. It's my pursuit to defend our America. I won't be greedy for fame and fortune!" Simmons glared at the driver angrily, and then replied.

"Then you should have dealt with a lot of aliens!"

"Then you should have killed a lot of alien spies who destroyed the stability of capitalist society!"

"then you…………"

Fisher's words stabbed into Simmons' heart like a sharp knife, poking him with tears and blood in his heart, an old bachelor who dedicated his youth to the country, and the salary is still so low, Simmons' pain, do you understand?

Fisher still didn't find it enjoyable, continued to make up the knife, and hummed the running song to himself. When the poor children went to the battlefield, the rich children immediately broke the defense of the agents in the car with lyrics such as blessing, everyone. The child burst into tears, but the last dignity of men did not make them cry.

"Agent Simon, if your work doesn't go your way, let's go sell saltwater salmon together. I'll pay you to be a clerk, and we can even bring your mother over to live with you!"

"I..." Simmons really didn't want to leave Fisher, who was talking more and more vigorously behind him. In the end, he simply plugged himself in earplugs and prepared to wait until the seventh district at Hoover Dam to clean up Fisher.