Seeing that he had arrived at his destination, Simmons temporarily put away his thoughts, opened the car door and got out of the car first.

It will take some time for the headquarters to investigate suspicious vehicles and analyze the remains of alien creatures. Let's complete the tasks at hand first.

But just as Simmons and his men strode through the shrubbery outside and into the yard, his eyes couldn't help but freeze.

I saw a brand new red Porsche convertible sports car parked quietly in front of the flat lawn, and this sports car was exactly the same as the one in the surveillance video that Simmons had just seen!

Although it is not yet confirmed that this car is the one that appeared in the surveillance video, Simmons' intuition told him that this was definitely more than a coincidence!

"Fence this place for me! Don't let anyone escape!"

Simmons immediately called on his men to spread out, and controlled all the windows and doors that could allow escape, while he led a few people directly to the front door and rang the doorbell.

Soon, a slightly stout middle-aged man opened the door with a puzzled look on his face.

"Ronald Vechetti?"

After seeing the middle-aged man, Simmons asked directly with a straight face.

"It's Witevich! Who are you?"

The middle-aged man corrected him and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"We are a government department, District 7!"

Simmons said, flashing a silver badge that was somewhat similar to a police badge.

The middle-aged man frowned and looked at the badge, then blinked involuntarily.

"Never heard of it."

"Never again!"

Simmons said flatly, then stared into the middle-aged man's eyes and continued to ask.

"Your son is Archibald Vechetti's great-grandson, right?"

"It's Witovich!"

The middle-aged man, Sam's father, Ronald Witwicky, corrected him again unhappily, but he also admitted Simmons' problem in disguise.

After confirming the target's identity, Simmons didn't intend to waste any more time. He looked at Ronald who was still blocking the door, leaned over and put his head in front of him, and asked coldly.

"Can I come in, sir?"

Although it was an inquiry, Simmons obviously did not mean to seek advice. After speaking, he filed in directly with several of his subordinates.

In the house, Sam's mother looked through the window at a group of black suits on alert in the yard outside, and shouted in a panic.

"Ronald, there are a lot of people outside!"

Ronald was also extremely puzzled by this sudden turn of events, and immediately ignored Simmons' rudeness and asked with a frown.

"What the hell is going on?"

Simmons did not answer his question, but pointed to the red sports car parked in front of the lawn outside and asked him.

"Whose is that Porsche outside?"

Ronald couldn't help but feel a sudden surprise when he heard this. He had doubts when Sam told him that someone had exchanged a Porsche for his second-hand Chevrolet. However, after Sam swore and his classmate Miles testified,

Ronald believed him tentatively, but now it seems that there must be something wrong with the car!

But it was too late to say anything now. Facing Simmons' questioning, Ronald had no choice but to tell the truth.

"What's wrong with my son, Sam's?"

"Did he drive out tonight? When did he come back?"

Simmons' expression is still very serious.

"Well, I went out in the evening and I just came back. What happened?!"

Ronald felt extremely uneasy, fearing that Sam had done something illegal.

When Simmons heard his answer, which completely confirmed his previous guess, he couldn't help but feel excited. For his question, Simmons finally answered his question this time.

"Your son is involved in a top-secret incident, and we believe it is related to national security!"

"National security?"

Ronald was a little confused.

It’s just a sports car, how can it have anything to do with national security?

While Simmons and Ronald were talking, a group of black suits became busy inside and outside the house, holding an instrument and constantly exploring around.

Just at this time, Sam heard the movement downstairs and came down. When he saw the many black suits inside and outside the house, he couldn't help but shuddered and had some bad premonition.

Simmons' eyes lit up when he saw Sam, but he didn't talk nonsense to Ronald anymore and went straight towards Sam.

"Boy, is your name Sam?"

"That's right."

Although Sam was a little uneasy, he still pretended to be calm and answered.

"Where did you go tonight?"

While asking questions, Simmons stared at Sam closely.

"Well, I went for a drive."

Sam tried his best to behave naturally, but there was no way he could escape Simmons' vicious eyes.

"Going for a ride alone?"

Simmons asked pressingly.

When Sam heard this, he couldn't help but mention that he naturally didn't want to involve Michaela, so he nodded quickly and said without hesitation.

"That's right, it's just me!"

Simmons looked at Sam's somewhat evasive eyes and easily saw that he was lying, but he did not rush to expose him and continued to ask.

"So, have you seen anything strange?"

"Something strange? Of course not, everything is normal!"

Sam pretended to be relaxed and said.

But Simmons didn’t believe a word he said!

But he didn't expect to get the answer he wanted on the spot. He was just testing Sam. Obviously, Sam was indeed hiding something!

Just when Sam was retreating under Simmons' gaze, Simmons' cell phone suddenly rang.

Simmons glanced at Sam, then took out his phone and checked it. Soon, a smile appeared on Simmons' face. He turned the phone around and handed the screen to Sam. Simmons said with a sneer.

"Looks like our little guy isn't telling the truth!"

Sam looked at his phone and saw that it was a picture of him driving a Porsche sports car captured by a surveillance camera at an intersection, and in the passenger seat, Mikayla's face was clearly visible!

Although Sam was a little panicked when he saw this, he still gritted his teeth and explained.

"We met on the road."

Simmons sneered and looked at Sam without saying anything. These alone could not confirm that he had indeed had contact with alien creatures, but they had a simpler way to confirm.

District 7 has studied Megatron for decades, and naturally has corresponding detection methods.

Simmons stretched out his hand, and his subordinate immediately handed over a set of hand-held detection instruments.
Chapter completed!