Chapter 232 Your expression can act as my joke for a year
Optimus Prime and others left for half an hour, and Bumblebee had just finished singing a few songs of his sad song when a group of uninvited guests suddenly arrived. Five black SUVs parked on the side of the street, and a dozen agents in suits and white coats strode around.
He walked out, surrounded Russell's home, and took out instruments to detect radioactive materials.
"Dong dong dong————"
A series of rapid knocks on the door woke up Sam who was sleeping on the sofa in the living room. He glanced through the peephole to make sure it was not a Decepticon before opening the door.
"Sam Witwicky? Your great-great-grandfather was Archibald Witwicky?"
Sam blocked the flashlight shining directly into his eyes with his hand and said dissatisfied: "Who are you?"
"Government agency! District 7!" Simons, the human-looking Agent of District 7, showed his ID and took it back regardless of whether Sam saw it clearly.
"What is that? I've never heard of this organization." Sam was uneasy. He saw the man in a suit rummaging through the yard and gradually approaching Bumblebee. He hurriedly said: "Hey, this is not my house. You haven't won the owner yet.
consent."
"District 7 doesn't need to win anyone's consent, we have enough authority." Simmons said in a dragging voice, staring into Sam's frightened eyes, and chuckled: "Sam, you called the police last night and reported your
The car ran away, which seriously threatened national security."
"Sir, regardless of whether that car threatens national security or not, you have now threatened my personal safety and property safety..." Russell walked down the stairs from the second floor, holding the shining sand eagle in his hand, and said calmly:
"The constitution gives me the right to shoot you, so can you let your people leave the garden?"
"I'm sorry, I also have the right to shoot you." Simmons opened his suit, revealing the gun under his arm.
Russell raised his eyebrows: "It seems that is true, but I am not one of those cowards who become soft when you scare them. If you want to test whose gun is faster, I can accompany you now."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Seeing that it was full of gunpowder and it would not end well, Simmons took a deep breath and lowered his attitude first: "Mr. Russell, we are here to take away Sam Witwicky. It has nothing to do with you."
Russell nodded: "No problem, but don't touch my things."
Sam: "..."
Simmons didn't care what Sam thought. He took out an instrument and came to Sam. After some testing, his face turned black: "Boy, look what you have done. These values are really shocking."
I'm surprised."
"What value, what are you talking about?"
Simmons waved his hand, and Sam looked panicked. He was too lazy to listen to the other party's poor excuse, took out handcuffs, cuffed his wrists, and dragged him out of the house.
Mikaela came down the stairs, with the cat behind Russell. The two stood at the door and watched Sam being taken away. At this moment, a man in a white coat came to the Chevrolet car, and the instrument showed that he had encountered an out-of-specification value.
"Sir! Here! The value of this car seriously exceeds the standard!"
Simmons took a breath: "That's the car. Damn it, stay away from him."
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Seeing that he and Sam were about to be taken away, Bumblebee instantly transformed into a giant robot over five meters long, with his arms replaced by energy guns, aiming at Simmons' position: "Zizzi... this cat is so cute... you guys
Bedbug, let the hostages go!"
After all, it was an intercepted broadcast, and it was impossible to hit the right sentence every time, so Bumblebee's words sounded more like a threat to the agents. They pulled out their guns and looked for cover, but except for the fountain, there were no obstacles in the garden.
Give them shelter.
"Bumblebee, don't shoot." Sam was pinned to the ground, raising his head and shouting loudly. He didn't want Bumblebee to stand against humans. As long as everyone calmed down and communicated, everything could be solved perfectly.
Optimus Prime refused to take the initiative to harm humans, and Bumblebee respected his decision, but Optimus Prime also said that he must protect the safety of the three Russells. There was a contradiction in the order, and he looked at Russell with a headache. Russell had the highest IQ among the people present.
Bumblebee thought he would have the best of both worlds.
Russell shook his head slightly: "Bumblebee, transform back into a car. You are not here to start a war, and Optimus Prime doesn't want this either."
Bumblebee looked around, put away the energy gun a little unwillingly, moved the metal of his body, and transformed back into a Chevrolet Camaro.
After ten seconds of silence, a disgraced Simmons got up from the ground, straightened his suit, came to Russell, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Russell, it seems that you need to come with us."
"No problem! But for the sake of me helping you out, can you please open Sam's handcuffs?" Russell's sentence made Sam look grateful, but the second half of the sentence directly made Sam fall into self-doubt: "After all, Sam is so
Weak, it doesn’t matter whether you have handcuffs or not.”
"Thank you for your cooperation!" Simmons nodded to Russell and asked someone to remove Sam's handcuffs. He looked at the Chevrolet Camaro in fear and didn't know what to say.
"Don't worry, Bumblebee will go with us and go where you want to go." Russell gave Simmons a step and added at the end: "If you are worried, you can add a layer of insurance to Bumblebee.
, but remember, he is a warrior, please give him the respect a warrior deserves."
"I'm afraid..."
Russell interrupted Simmons and said calmly: "Bumblebee's race has a highly developed civilization, and there are many comrades on the earth. In order to avoid war, he has already made concessions, hasn't he?"
"Okay, this is the only exception." Simmons rolled his eyes. Now that the others have less firepower and are weaker, they can make concessions, but when it comes to his territory, it is up to him to have the final say.
Russell grinned, and before other agents could react, he dragged Simmons to the passenger side of the Chevrolet, opened the door and pushed him in.
"Mr. Agent, let's go!"
Simmons: "..."
Five SUVs protected the Chevrolet in the middle and headed towards the airport outside the city.
What Russell didn't know was that just as the motorcade left, another SUV parked in front of his house. Four agents entered the house to check and found traces of fighting on the second floor.
"Detect and recover all suspicious objects."
"There are alien bodies in the trash can."
"Bring it back with the trash can!"
"There is strong radioactivity on the floor..."
"Pry away."
"It's also on the ceiling..."
"Tear off the wallpaper too!"
"Oh my god, there are radioactive materials almost everywhere here, even the safe..."
"Pack!"
Confusion: Zhizhichacha, I'm back again.
…
The roar of propellers sounded in the night sky, and four armed helicopters followed from behind. At the same time, ten military armored vehicles appeared, loaded with soldiers with live ammunition.
With his troops strong and his horse strong, Simmons' confidence returned. He smiled and looked at Sam in the driver's seat, ready to pry some information from him: "Sam, how much do you know about aliens?"
"Know nothing!"
With Bumblebee sitting under his butt, Sam is riding high on his horse, and he doesn't care about Simmons at all.
"Really? Then how do you explain this!" Simmons took out the mobile phone from his pocket, the one Sam left at the iron ore factory: "Because of your call to the police, we traced it here. Wow, this video
It’s so wonderful, your expression can serve as my joke for a year.”
Sam: "..."
Russell was sitting in the back row. He closed his eyes and suddenly opened them: "Mr. Agent, instead of asking Sam, you should ask me. I should know more than him."
Simmons looked at Russell with a headache. This person was the most difficult to deal with. Without an interrogation room and eight muscular bodyguards, he had no confidence to ask questions.
Michaela, who was sitting aside, defended Russell: "I'm just kidding, he doesn't know anything and he knows nothing."
Simmons snorted coldly, but was not so polite to Michaela. He took out his ID and shouted: "Sports bra girl, do you know what this is?"
Russell: "A license to do whatever you want, a license to lock us up forever."
Simmons: "..."
I've already told you, how can I still show off?
Not to mention showing off, Simmons felt like a fool and punched the cotton. He put away the license in a depressed manner and glared at Michaela fiercely: "Before I ask you something, you'd better shut up.
Especially since your dad’s parole period is coming soon.”
Sam was surprised: "Dad? Parole period?"
"No, it's not..." Michaela looked at Russell hurriedly.
"Oh, it seems you know nothing about her!" Simmons found a breakthrough and laughed: "She is a car thief, and she has a teenager..."
"Ahem!"
Russell coughed twice, interrupting Simmons's pride, and said bluntly: "Mr. Agent, embarrassing a lady is not the behavior of a gentleman. Besides, scaring two 18-year-olds will not make you dignified.
"
Simmons scratched his head in annoyance. He didn't like talking to Russell very much. He was always led by the other party. Suddenly he realized something: "Russell, why can you still be so... when you see aliens and special government departments?
Calm?"
"Because I have seen more terrifying creatures, gods and demons than aliens on earth."
"What?"
"I won't go further off topic. Mr. Agent, I can tell you everything I know about aliens, but I will add a condition now." Russell looked at the lost Michaela and raised his hand on her head.
He rubbed his hand and said: "Delete her juvenile record and delete it from the file permanently. The society is so difficult and young people are just starting out, how can they let the bad past hold them back!"
"Thanks……"
Michaela bit her lip, tears falling down her face, and threw herself into Russell's arms, feeling moved. The four corners of the fort had been welded shut, and no one could move it.
Damn it, I'm talking to you about the safety of the earth, and you actually take the opportunity to flirt with me!
Simmons, who is still a bachelor, is very jealous. If he wants to have Russell's three talents, he will be lonely, empty and cold in the dead of night.
Sam didn't say anything, nor was he envious, and silently contributed a dejected emoji.
He finally figured it out, and there was no point in continuing to worry about Mikaela. After saving the earth, he would use this glorious resume to pick up other girls.