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[Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Massachusetts, USA]

At the gate of the School of Life Sciences, a female student stood there, tilting her head to take something from her bag. A card was taken out, the tail end was held between slender white fingers, and the card was gently passed to the card machine embedded in the wall.

There were two beeps, and the small blue screen suddenly lit up with a green dot. She took back the card and stepped into the door that opened automatically to both sides.

Several gusts of cold air blew down from the air conditioning vents on the ceiling. She walked to the right corridor, stretched out her index finger and pressed the elevator button. At the same time, the silver-gray metallic mobile phone in the bag that had not been ringing for thousands of years suddenly vibrated.

She was stunned for a moment and answered the call.

"Blakey," said a sexy and husky voice from the other side, "your phone is like a vase, just waiting for others to send pure and mysterious red roses into it."

"Stop teasing me, Ella." She curled her lips helplessly and said, "Is there anything you can't do at this time?"

Ella leaned on the sofa in the assistant professor's office and looked at the clock on the wall with some boredom. "Of course, my dear. The handsome and wealthy Professor Riise asked you, 'Did the gene transfer experiment go well?' If it goes well, he would like to invite you to have dinner with him tonight."

"……Not well."

"Ha! Jeez, Blakey, you really should hear what the other students in the institute say about you."

"How do they rate it?" She swiped her card again, then removed all the items on her body, performed a complete set of disinfection procedures, and then took out a set of several sterile protective clothing from the cabinet and put them on carefully.

"You really don't know? Okay," Ella sighed sincerely, "Blake, a second-year master's student in the Department of Life Sciences at MIT, is an emotional insulator."

She...Blake couldn't help laughing a few times and ended the call smoothly before putting on gloves. But rather than being an "emotional insulator", it's better to say that she doesn't have any additional thoughts in this regard.

To be more precise, so far, no one has met her basic requirements - in terms of character and personality.

Several LCD screens were running through a series of data rapidly. She carefully took out a small test tube from the large glass cabinet in the corner and placed it on the iron stand of the experimental table.

There was another test tube next to the compound microscope that was also used in the same way.

The data analysis was over. Blake stood with her hands behind her hands, her violet eyes - a rare family inheritance - reading intently.

This is a new experiment, run by her. She wants to insert the gene for gecko tail regeneration into human DNA, and today happens to be the first month of the plan. Her right index finger and middle finger rubbed each other unconsciously, and suddenly her body turned and her whole body moved in a general direction.

Suppose... Suppose she uses model building technology to create that ideal piece of DNA... Then the actual operation may be better than "extract - truncate - insert fragments - repeat the above".

Blake thought vaguely, attached her hands to the keyboard, and quickly and accurately entered a large string of English characters. The computer screen next door gradually revealed a semi-helical DNA model. It was hard to imagine that these little things that are invisible to the naked eye made of chromosomes  - also invisible to the naked eye - could actually express countless traits, so rich and full of the whole world, even is still giving birth to new breaths in a non-repetitive manner.

The model output speed slowed down, which meant that she began to think about the various possibilities and conflicts of building a new gene.

"ATCG" jumped in her mind like a flash point, and Blake pressed the keyboard several times every few minutes. But perhaps because the air in the laboratory was not well circulated, or perhaps because she stayed up for two hours last night, she seemed to be slightly sluggish.

The so-called sluggishness refers to a trance in which the brain freezes and occasionally seems like the soul is drifting away from the body.

'Beep'.

「Model completed.」

What? She was brought back to consciousness by an AI prompt sound similar to Miss Google's. She looked to one side and was suddenly shocked.

It was a curved model, like ribbons flying in mid-air, or like wavy lines drawn by children on paper. But it's still two strands intertwined - a brand new DNA sample.

Blake could hardly tell what her emotions were at this moment. One second she was extremely excited about all this, and the next second she was suddenly struck by fear.

What exactly is this……? She hurriedly packed up all the items on the experimental table and tried to re-translate what she had created not long ago - let's call it the "cubic nonlinear genetic sample".

Of course, she was not stupid enough to stare at the model being unraveled one code after another. Instead, she pressed a button similar to the "return key" like the function in the upper left corner of Word Office. At that moment, time flew back, the sample decomposed itself from the end, turned into English characters and automatically stuck back to the original screen. A long list of dazzling and seemingly meaningless genetic secrets finally revealed something unusual.

Dozens of "F" and "S" are arranged symmetrically in pairs, steadily and without any wavering. Blake immediately approached the office, picked up a digital camera, stood back in front of the screen and started recording.

"Did you see it? This is the evidence," she pointed the camera at the symmetrical "F" and "S" and said, "When I instructed the modeling to be completed..."

A "click" sound came from the screen, and then camera moved to the monitor, and a complete and beautiful smooth curved surface appeared again.

Quickly walking out of the department door, she carried a bag that was several times heavier than usual. She quickly climbed onto the black Kawasaki Ninja 500R heavy-duty motorcycle that she had brought home with half a year of savings, pressing the accelerator and drove all the way to the end of the avenue.

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Riding on a deserted road at 110 kilometers per hour, Blake's heartbeat became more and more intense.

What on earth could that be? Life form? There is no doubt about it. Does it has a self? Perhaps. What does it look like? Unknown. Danger? Unknown. It’s all too incredible to think about it.

She unintentionally - it can even be said to be unconscious - actually... actually created a genetic model that has never been seen before in the world. As a graduate student, no matter how calm she is, she can't help but be shocked and nervous.

Five or six adjectives were running up and down in her brain repeatedly. The heavy machine had exceeded the speed of 125 kilometers per hour. She was unaware that her heartbeat was still accelerating. But the strange thing is that this acceleration seems to be beyond her imagination.

It is like putting a drill bit in the steel bar. Once the switch is turned on, it bumps everywhere. Now her heart was like this steel bar, pushing up against the lungs and pushing down against the diaphragm. The only thing that remains unchanged is that it makes people suffocate no matter which direction they go.

Very good, she subconsciously clasped her hands and thought, maybe the motorcycle was going too fast and she should slow down as much as possible and get on the road according to safety standards.

Just as she was planning this, the heavy machine underneath suddenly shook violently, its tires skidded, and in her stunned expression and eyes, the whole machine rolled over and flew out.

……

The last second before Blake's consciousness was cut off was a blur of turbid blue light and a burning heart that almost seemed to explode.

And it's as unbelievable as if it's an hallucination, and one can't help but wonder if his mind is finally broken -

- A large black-furred cat.

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The smell of burnt grass filled the air. It’s hard to describe what it feels like.

To use a metaphor, it’s probably like a lawnmower running at overspeed and cutting off the grass roots at the moment when the iron blades finally started to smoke.

Then mix in some enzymes and the fishy smell of earth.

This is a canyon area that is neither big nor small. No one or car will pass through it within a radius of 20 kilometers. Only a few animals - or reptiles and insects - came to step in occasionally, and then disappeared after a while.

Blake gradually regained consciousness from the darkness and confusion. After the motorcycle rolled over, the dizziness from the hard fall to the ground still lingered. However, she quickly came to her senses and slowly stood up to check her injuries.

The result surprised her. There was not even a single bruise or abrasion, and it was as intact as ever, as if she had just laid here and slept.

She stood up with her hands on the ground, and suddenly realized that this place was completely different from the road where the car accident had occurred.

"Where is my motorcycle…?"

There was a snoring sound of some animal exhaling from the nose next to her legs.

Blake suddenly realized that the picture she saw before she fell into coma was not an illusion. That's real, a living, hot one...?

She lowered her head expressionlessly, staring at it which is with a pair of big purple optic eyes.

…What the fuck is going on? She actually came up with this sentence in her mind.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from the forehead of a top master's student from MIT who was so calm that she didn't even look like a normal person.

The raven-blond hair shone slightly under the bright sun. The wind blows, making it dry and astringent.

"Hello...?"

The dark metal head came closer, then rubbed her hand, then opened its mouth and gently bit the trouser that its nose had just touched.

Blake was a little hesitant, but she intuitively realized that the "metalized black panther robot" in front of her was her vehicle - her Kawasaki Ninja 500R.

"...Whatever you want, don't bite me, please." She let the black panther bite her and walked toward the shadow under a mountain wall.

She still didn't know how to react. She always felt that the physical world was shattered into a crushed Oreo at this moment. The black panther looked at her with an inexplicably innocent metal animal face, but the purple optics made the scene slightly weird.

Touching the corners of her eyes, she suddenly remembered that her irises were also the same violet tone - it came from family inheritance, from her grandparents who didn't know which generation until now.

"Puf..." Black Panther snorted again.

Blake looked up and almost blurted out "Holy shit" this time.

Under the shadow of the mountain wall, there are parked several cars that are so luxurious that they almost blind her eyes, and they are so expensive that she will lose all her fortune to - if - take them all back home.

The one on the far right is the classic American long-head truck - Peterbilt 379. The first impression of the red fire cloud pattern on the blue background is simply extremely arrogant.

Next to the 379 is a Pontiac Solstice GXP. It looks much calmer and restrained, but there is a diffuse tension in the softness. Even if the silver paint on the car body is not reflected in the sun, it looks shiny and dazzling.

Hmm...then..., she pondered for a while. Although knows that she is now almost beyond the reaction that a normal person should have, but after all she has experienced the baptism of the new DNA template, she actually feels that the current state is not so unacceptable.

Despite this state, her heavy machine was deformed and it even brought her owner to see the cars.

The last black GMC Topkick C4500 suddenly slid forward a few centimeters. She was startled, her hands clenched into fists for an instant, and her violet eyes narrowed suddenly.

"Get out of the car, no matter what you saw, we have to talk about it." She pointedly said, her heart beating hard, and the feeling of something pounding in her chest an hour ago appeared again.

Blake thinks they all witnessed absolutely everything that happened, and she needs to ask, and she needs them to shut up.

The GMC ignored her and slid forward again, this time directly against her legs. The black panther suddenly raised its optics and lifted its muzzle, revealing two sharp silver-white fangs, giving a low warning.

"Ironhide." A deep and profound voice suddenly sounded. She frowned and looked around, only to see that the Peterbilt 379 was being disassembled from the front, and parts of the car body were gradually being assembled piece by piece.

The sound of machinery and tires rubbing against each other was very close at hand. In an instant, it turned into a very humanoid, nearly 9 meters tall... robot.

Blake: "..."

"Nice to meet you, my name is Optimus Prime."

"..."

"According to your language, we are aliens from the extraterrestrial planet Cybertron."

"..."

"Cybertron is in the orbit of Alpha Centauri, and we are a race of Cybertron. You can also regard us as organic autonomous intelligent mechanical life forms, The Autobots." His clear blue optics cast a projection in the air , then said, "Cybertron has experienced a civil war and is now in decline. Megatron was the initiator of the war. During the war, AllSpark, which records history and gives life, accidentally disappeared. Later, we found out that it had wandered to the earth. I and my companion is here to find it. Unfortunately, Megatron has also received the information and has already landed to seize The Allspark. If he succeeds, there is a great chance that he will take possession of it and destroy your planet, and get the resources back to Cybertron. We need to stop him, even if it will inevitably start a war on your home."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

The leader of the Autobots was suspiciously silent for a moment.

"Ma'am, …are you okay?"

"...So," Blake thought for a while before finding her voice, "aliens? Not the Pharisee?"

"Pfft…! "

She swore that she could really see the helplessness and bewilderment shown on the face of the… man in front of her that was made of metal.

“No…no. …Jazz, do not laugh.”

What responded to him was that the body of the silver Pontiac began to shake violently. A few seconds later, it also reorganized into a... robot over 4 meters tall.

Sorry, forgive her for not being able to make up her mind yet on what words to use as a preliminary definition.

"Oh come on, Optimus," the Cybertronian who was said to be called "Jazz" pushed up the goggles on his head and winked at Blake dramatically - if optics could be called their eyes - said, "I'm sorry, but it's so funny... hahahahahaha..., what's 'Not the Pharisee'? Miss, your little talk is really good. I've never seen him so embarrassed in millions of years. Hahahahahaha..."

She opened her mouth and was stunned.

"…Where did you...learn earth culture...?"

"The Internet, and we downloaded the language to communicate with people on Earth." Optimus came back seriously, "Ma'am, we need to talk."

For what? She frowned again, and suddenly found that she accepted the arrival of this group of extraterrestrial visitors well, and seemed to be somewhat used to it.

She couldn't help but be surprised secretly, but the most surprising thing was that the…

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Two hours ago, we were preparing to set off for the Earth. However, one of our companions detected abnormal energy fluctuations here. Therefore, we opened the Space Bridge unplanned and arrived early. When we arrived at the accurate coordinates, you and your friend just fell out of the air and hit my hood. After inspection..."

"Hey, hey, sir," Blake said ominously, "are you trying to tell me that I have to face civil liability for the first time I meet an alien in my life? …To be honest, I don't at all. You know how I ended up here. The road is so straight, but my motorcycle suddenly went crazy and I couldn't control it. What's more, I was unconscious before I hit you. Due to the special circumstances, I should not be liable for compensation."

"...No," he said calmly, squatting down and looking directly into her violet eyes, "after inspection, it was found that the abnormal energy fluctuation was the 'door' that sent you here, and the energy value in you exceeded the Door. Therefore, we presume that you triggered the teleportation mechanism, which is similar to the space bridge, but different in degree."

"So...?" Blake thought with self-doubt.

She created a...wormhole similar to a space bridge...?

"Although I can't be sure of anything else yet, ma'am," he straightened up, his clear blue optics shifted his gaze away from her, and looked at the Black Panther who was still demonstrating in front of Ironhide, and said,

"Your companion - is also a Cybertronian."

Blake's heart buzzed, and she subconsciously said, "You have the nerve to claim to be a righteous party, but the first unofficial diplomatic action turned out to be to steal other people's car and use it as a troop?"

The sound of the GMC engine suddenly became louder.

"Human! Watch your words!"

"Ironhide." Optimus comforted, "Relax. In view of the portal energy in you and...the identity of the owner of the vehicle, I sincerely invite you to act with us temporarily until the matter becomes clear. Don't worry, ma'am, the Autobot brothers will use all strength and effort to protect your personal safety from The Decepticons.”

"Prime!"

"Let me summarize." She ignored the faint feeling of the gun barrel between her waist and abdomen, and still said a little magically, "Because your war went wrong, the Earth has to lend the venue to the residents of Cybertron to start the war, and I rode my motorcycle but inexplicably opened a portal to get here, and found out that I was not normal, and my… motorcycle turned out to be of your race, so I am a person of major concern and must be properly supervised. Is it right?"

"As you said, ma'am."

Blake finally showed a look that seemed absurd but also understanding.

"Blake, this is my name."

Optimus knelt down again with his huge body, "Optimus Prime. I'm sorry for hurting you, Blake."

GMC retracted the barrel. As for the Jazz?

The Autobot adjutant who gave the Decepticons a splitting headache smiled enigmatically and turned a blind eye to the dent in his boss' abdominal armor - the hood.

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It all happened so suddenly, she thought to herself, as she watched two alien races - even the leaders - complete the process of transforming from human form into a car in front of her.

Why is she so calm, or even accepting it habitually? It’s as if Ella teasing her is a daily routine... Blake stood silent.

Jazz upheld the spirit of an excellent adjutant, and when he was about to open the driver's door of the Pontiac, he was almost really shocked by the Boss's... surprising behavior.

Optimus took the initiative to give a human his driver's seat.

The leader of the Autobots gave his driving seat to a human.

He actually did.

【Optimus? 】

A simple question came from the inside line of the dedicated channel, but it was enough for Optimus to understand, and understand it thoroughly. Therefore, he could be said to have deliberately ignored the hint of surprise in the message.

【Jazz, she needs a comprehensive test. We have to meet with Bumblebee and the others first. 】

【No, no, don’t try to avoid the topic, why did you let her get in your car? 】

【Is there anything wrong? 】

【No...that's not the case...】Just don't think you will let people get in “your” car, Jazz thought silently. In the dry wind and sand of the Grand Canyon, super powerful rock music was played.

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Blake sat upright in her seat, her whole body showing a perfect right angle of 90 degrees.

The Black Panther, who had transformed into a motorcycle again, followed closely outside the car window. Since there is no human form, the holographic projection is of no use.

From a universal point of view, this situation is almost the same as seeing a ghost stealing a car. She turned sideways stiffly to get the bag on the passenger seat.

There is also a piece of "evidence" in there - a piece of "evidence" that is enough to make the whole world boil.

She originally wanted to contact Ella, but it seems she is not allowed to do so now. Maybe she will stay away from ordinary people's life from now on. Blake stared down at the camera, trying to find out whether she had any emotions such as "panic" and "fear", but she felt that everything happened for granted.

The way things are going is natural. Nothing else but this. Besides, if she hadn't turned into a "wormhole", she would probably still be lying on the road bleeding to death.

Optimus heard a small sigh.

"...Prime?"

"What's wrong?" he responded.

"The projection just now was an image preservation technology, right?" Blake said tentatively, "We... how did we get here, that part, you also recorded it, right?"

"These are images stored in the Cybertronian's memory sector. They can be reproduced through recall and playback. As for what you said, we have indeed seen everything."

"So, can you let me take a look?"

"As you wish." A small 3D holographic projection appeared in front of her.

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In the yellow sand, look at the overall situation from the perspective of the Autobot leader. They are speeding on the road empty of people and cars. Suddenly, a transparent blue light and shadow penetrated straight from the sky. Although he braked suddenly, he was still hit.

'Optimus! '

'Prime! '

The Pontiac and GMC in the rear probably almost collided with each other, and then passed the leader one to the left and the other to the right. At the moment when they drifted and turned around, the famous Autobot adjutant - Jazz, the Autobot weapons specialist - Ironhide, and the Autobot leader - Optimus Prime...

Were all sluggish together.

'Damn...' Ironhide murmured.

'Optimus, you...did your hood get dented by a human lady...? '

Miss Human - Blake is rolling off his hood, surrounded by a faint mist of electricity and energy. But more than these, what surprised the other two even more was the groove on the front end of the truck's head that couldn't be ignored...

That human lady is so hard! Jazz thought.
That’s the spy bot sent by the Decepticons! Ironhide thought.

Optimus?

Optimus: "..."

'I think we need to check her injuries and condition. The energy body Ratchet mentioned... seems to be this lady.'

…

Blake almost laughed because of Jazz and Ironhide's reaction.

…

The three cars were about to transform, but were stopped by a roar.

They looked at the source of the sound - behind and to the right of Ironhide, a black robotic leopard that didn't seem to be a product of the earth at all flew over.

If Black Panther's Cybertronian identity hadn't been immediately confirmed, and the friend and foe were unknown, Ironhide swore that his fusion cannon would have immediately blasted the thing into scraps.

The Black Panther fell a little far.

As soon as he landed, he instinctively found the "mother" who gave him life. However, when he saw three cars that seemed to be almost the same "thing" as him, surrounding his "mother", Spark's uncontrollable vigilance immediately rushed out.

One encounters three, each CPU is thinking about the same thing.

Who?

…

She stared blankly at the three cars that had inexplicably drove towards the shadow of the mountain wall at the beginning, and couldn't help but said, "You do have a dedicated channel to communicate privately, isn't it? With all due respect, this would be very like a hit and run.”

Although she was the one who caused the accident.

"We do have our own insider channel." Optimus silently searched for a while to find out what "hit and run" was, and then decided to skip it, "The Black Panther is too wary."

Blake understood what he meant. What's more, nobody should move the injured without permission, but she always feel like something is wrong. But now she has a new problem.

"You said... my car, Black Panther, is your companion? But I have bought him for three years, and in these three years he has never... transformed like this."

"Something activated his Spark, which is where we live. In earth terms, it can be called the heart."

She immediately and unconsciously thought of the ribbon-shaped gene.

"Hey, Prime," she stared into the camera, her fingers carelessly rubbing each other, "I think I have something to show you that I'm not sure is a clue. Will you get a virus? You might need to read the memory card."

"No." Optimus popped open the slot under the broadcaster, and the socket originally used for USB connection has been converted.

When the data in the memory card flows into the CPU, he packages these things simultaneously and transmits them to the Autobots' dedicated insider channel. Soon, Ironhide was the first to react.

"Damn! These are... Humans! How did you do!"

"...It was done accidentally." Blake said truthfully, although she also felt it was very unreasonable, "Do you believe it? One second I was still proud of my genetic experiment, but the next second I didn't know should I cry or laugh? Does it sound like you know what that is?"

More than knowing. It's almost too familiar! Ironhide wanted to yell like this into the human woman's ears.

"Acceded to it by accident? You did it by accident? Damn! Prime! Don't tell me that Cybertron will brainwash the soft carbon base on Earth!"

"...I don't think so, Ironhide."

"Lady," Jazz thought for a long time and asked, "in view of the emergency, could you please tell us the complete process?"

She also thought for a while and seemed to be organizing her words.

"I am a second-year master's student at the Institute of Life Sciences at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Massachusetts, USA. This morning I went to the laboratory of the institute to conduct a gene transfer experiment, that is, trying to fuse regenerative factors with human DNA to benefit people who unfortunately lost limbs or organs due to various accidents. I originally wanted to directly construct an ideal model and then let professional technology judge whether it was feasible, but when I sat down. When I got on that computer chair, everything started to change.”

Blake paused and continued, "The situation was very normal at first, but as time passed, I slowly entered a state of 'obsession'. During that period of time, I did not retain any memory. I didn't come back to my senses until the computer AI prompted me that the model was constructed successfully. Then I discovered what you are reading now. Just in case, I replayed the construction process and recorded it as proof. But I can guarantee that I have no memory of making this thing at that time, so 'F' and 'S' are codes automatically recognized by the computer, not my original intention."

The three cars were racing silently on the highway. She thought they really had nothing to say or were thinking, but little did she know that they were already noisy in the IC.

【…Is Cybertron brainwashing the carbon base? 】

【Let’s just say it’s not possible. Rather than the scary topic of 'Will Cybertron brainwash carbon bases', it is better to prevent the possibility of the leakage of our gene fragments. 】

Autobot Medical Officer - Ratchet is in a temporary base in the corner of the moon. The task has been taken care of, and he is responding to his companion's rather unrealistic remarks while planting the bomb.

【I don't think this lady would do this,】Jazz dodged a big stone and said easily, 【She seems to trust us very much, otherwise she wouldn't explain it so carefully. Besides...oh, you should really see her sitting in the Optimus' car. This lady was very nervous until just now, and now she regards the Optimus as her own car. 】

【You let her get in your car? Optimus? 】

Listening to Ratchet's surprised voice, Optimus still calmly replied, 【Is something wrong? 】

【No...that's not the case...】Just think you won't let people get in your car, the medical officer thought.

"...Are you ok?" Blake asked, thoughts spinning in her mind, "Is this thing scary? Is my car transformed because of this? Could it be that we came here inexplicably and... Is this something related? After all..."

"Wait!" Jazz interrupted her suddenly, "Lady, can you please tell me about what happened before you came here -"

"-What actually appeared?"

She was about to say okay? Blake swallowed back this sentence and said, "As mentioned before, after recording the entire process, I want to go to the central research institution directly under the government to report secretly, and I have already made the necessary mental preparations. But it definitely does not include this - when I was riding my vehicle to the first stop and transferred to the next transportation, it rolled over on its side and threw me away... By the way, I remember that there seemed to be a blurry transparent blue light and shadow a second before I fell into coma, and, -"

"- What my car looks like after transformation."

"Our medical officer said that you took the initiative to trigger the teleportation mechanism. From this point of view, the blue light and shadow should be the space bridge you created - that is, the 'door'." Jazz analyzed, "Allow me to ask again. In other words, did you feel anything unusual between the discovery of 'that thing' and the space jump?"

"Which aspect?"

"Everything."

Blake put her left elbow against the bottom of the car window, her index finger and thumb unconsciously rubbing each other.

"Although I thought it was just excitement about discovering a new gene, my heart was beating faster from the moment I came out of my 'obsessed' state. Until just now - I mean, coming here and after waking up.”

These words once again silenced the scene, but instead of using internal communication, they were truly silent. Even though they have not fully loaded their knowledge about the earth, human beings, carbon base, etc., there is one thing they understand very well -

-The Spark that Cybertronians rely on to survive is the human heart.

So, is it possible that Cybertron is really brainwashing or even converting carbon bases? But that is an impossible, illogical and unscientific inference, all the Autobots members thought in unison. Or…

This human woman is basically the Decepticon spy bot who is pretending to be stupid.

"Prove it." Optimus said suddenly, his deep, magnetic voice becoming a little suppressed by the possibility, "Prove that you are not a Decepticon."

A Decepticon?

"…Your enemy?" Blake asked. It took her a few seconds to realize what the word meant, but how did she know how to prove...?

The difference between humans and Decepticons should be so obvious... Wait, she suddenly realized that maybe the Cybertronians had the technology to perfectly disguise themselves as humans, not to mention that the "space bridge" itself was their technology.

…Mother Fucker.

Blake cursed in her mind and thought about it quickly before "roughly" confirming which method "should" be effective.

Oh come on, she doesn’t want to be mistaken for a violent and destructive maniac at all, let alone be considered a member of the violent and destructive maniac in front of the hostile camp of violent and destructive maniacs.

"...I don't think they have this." She said as she took out the ball pen in her bag, pressed out the pen tip, and stabbed it into her left arm without hesitation.

Blood beads immediately emerged in a steady stream.

"I am a human." she said.

"...Not bad, human." Ironhide said unexpectedly, feeling a bit of appreciation for her decisiveness and astuteness - seen from the perspective shared by Prime.

"Blake." She corrected, "Now, can you sum it up? I am not a Decepticon spy, but a second-year master's student who was horrified by an experimental accident and found herself in some trouble. Moreover, it is a special situation that does not require civil liability for compensation. A person of great importance."

She finally humored. As expected, Jazz couldn't help laughing again.

Optimus increased his speed.

【I like this earth girl.】Ratchet said jokingly, and there were several booming sounds in his background, like fireworks.

【Did you blow up? 】Ironhide asked.

【Of course, the purpose of the temporary base has ended.】He stood on the edge of the moon and looked at a blue planet in the distance, and then sighed vaguely, 【Optimus, I'm going over. 】

【Copy that, my friend. 】

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Blake wiped away the blood and leaned back gently on the chair.

She roughly guessed why this group of Cybertronians fell silent from time to time. Perhaps they were communicating through the dedicated insider channel that humans could not interfere with. Black Panther had given up on "ghost racing", and with Ironhide's permission, he transformed into his animal form again and quietly jumped into Ironhide's open trunk.

Then he returned to motorcycle mode and stood still obediently.

She looked outside and roughly sorted out all the situations - including the long-standing and devastating civil war between the Autobots and the Decepticons that she might be experiencing in the future and that was still not completely clear to her. So she sighed for the last time for the inexplicable and unexpected nature of today, and for herself who was so calm that she just accepted it as if it were routine - or habit.

Then suppress the uneasiness in her heart about something that is no longer appropriate to talk about, otherwise it will make chaos more... Wait until it stabilizes, she thought, and stability takes time, at least not now.

In the background of the long sand, with the deafening jazz rock music, Blake heard him - Optimus Prime - the leader of the Autobots said.

"Welcome to join 'The Autobots'."

“My pleasure, Prime.”

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Samuel James Witwicky feels that the most exciting days of his life have been completely condensed into today.

First, he titled the family genealogy report for his high school class course "A Boy's Dream" and successfully got the teacher to add a B- to an A-! Next, he finally passed the level and was on his way to buy a car - his father tricked him!

Forget it... Porsche and him can see each other again in the future, but that old classic yellow car with racing stripes in the second-hand car factory actually costs 5,000 dollars! Just when he was heartbroken and ready to give up - Sam really thought that car was great - the windows and windshields of every car in the factory exploded instantly!

Explosion! The key point is that he successfully bought this classic car home! Four thousands!

Then, at the lakeside party hosted by the fucking "evil hunk", his goddess - Mikaela Bans and the "evil hunk" had a fight! Oh, by the way, his goddess is currently the girlfriend of "evil hunk"... In short! Sam ‘Prioritizing lover over friends’ Witwicky drove his new partner, squeezing out his co-pilot friend, and drove towards Mikaela, who was planning to walk more than 10 miles home...

Shit, his car broke down.

Broken…… whatever! Mikaela can fix cars! His goddess can repair cars! So sexy... super sexy..., Sam almost had two nosebleeds and struggled to move his eyes away from her.

Although there was a "little accident" in the middle - it was really just a little accident - but in the end, she was successfully sent home... Oh my god...!

He loves his car so much! But compared to what he was going to say next, what happened above was just an appetizer to warm up.

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In the middle of the night, everyone is sleeping soundly in a sweet dream in the arms of another person... That's right, that's the time!

Sam swore he would never forget that moment when his car -

- was "stolen".

"Hello? 911 emergency service? My car has been stolen! I'm chasing it! I want all units to dispatch! Get everyone! ... No, don't ask me questions! My dad is the president of the Watch and Help Club! " As if he was using up all the adrenaline in his body, he was riding a pink Barbie-like bicycle at a speed of 60 kilometers on the road.

It wasn’t until the car drove into an abandoned factory that he threw down his bicycle and sprinted in. Then...he witnessed something super scary.

It...no, he, he transformed aaaaahhhhhaaahah! ! ! His car... he he he hrehehe turned into a super giant robot aaahahhahahahaahrr! ! ! !

"...Oh my God..." Sam quickly took out a flip phone from his coat pocket, turned on the video mode while shaking his hands, and then started talking like he was pouring beans.

"My name is Sam Witwicky. No matter who finds this phone, my car is alive, okay?" He said and pointed the camera at the giant robot about 70 meters away.

"Since these are my last words, I just want to say, Mom and Dad, I love you. If you find "Beautiful Beauties" under my bed, it's not mine! I kept it for Miles! ... No, wait. Wait, no! That's mine! I'm sorry, that's uncle Charles', he gave it to me! I love you, Mojo."

He quickly closed his cell phone, and as soon as he stood up, he saw two bully dogs guarding the construction site whispering to him.

Sam felt a little scared and walked past them quietly, and then at the moment when the two dogs finally showed their fangs -
- He running wildly like hell.

“Woofwoofwowfwofwofowifif!!”

"No!! No no no no!! No no!!! No! You are good dogs, good dogs!! God!" He was bitten on the leg of his trousers and his whole body was pressed against the wall.

"Hey! Hey hey hey... that's it! No! alr..." There was a sudden roar of the engine, and his car, which was still in robot form just now, had transformed back into its original classic model, and stopped in front of him with a flick.

Sam was on the verge of tears.

"Please don't kill me! I'm sorry! I'll give you the key, I don't want it anymore!"

The car didn't care about him, just circled around and followed him.

"Oh, hey hey hey!" Sam ran, and finally a police car appeared in his sight, "Great, you are here!"

"Let me see your information!"

"Hey, it's not..."

"Do it, boy!" The man who got out of the passenger seat raised the gun in his hand, "Put your head on the hood!"

Sam gritted his teeth and knocked his head down hard in resignation.

……
……
……
……

Okay! Sam knew he talked too much! Anyway, he came out of the police station, okay? And he didn't die! He wasn't killed by that alien! Go home safely, okay?

……

That's totally bullshit! He is really about to die! It’s not okay to fall like a piece of shit with the bike in front of Mikaela!

Aliens..., cars, cars! Now the car! The alien car is chasing him! ! Oh! Finally a police car arrived! Call the police! He wants to call the police!

"Officer! Listen to me...oh-!" Sam was caught off guard and was knocked down by the car door that suddenly opened, and his whole face couldn't help but twist in pain, "Ouch...listen to me...hey hey, hey! Listen to me! Fortunately you're here! I'm really in trouble today! I was chased all the way here on my mother's bicycle! My car has been following me here! Please, now..."

The police car suddenly moved forward, knocking him down again, and continued to approach by pressing the accelerator again and again. The rumbling engine now sounded like a bad nightmare.

"Hey hey hey hey! No! Stop! Oh my god! Okay, okay!" He tried to block the two front wheels of the car with his legs and yelled at a loss, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hit your car! Come on! Stop oh God…”

Two metal claws were right in front of him, slowly extending from the left and right headlights. The distance was so close that he could even hear the slight sound of friction between parts.

At this moment, it was extremely challenging his sensitive nerves, and the scream was suddenly frightened back into his throat.

"Ehhhhh...please...what do you want!" No matter how idiot he is, he knows that he was relying on the wrong person... car!

For the second time, Sam felt like crying without tears. A series of curse words came and went in his heart, and the running lights of his short 17-year life gradually came to life.

The police car roared its engine suddenly, and then in Sam's horrified eyes, the entire car body began to flip and disintegrate, finally forming a black machine giant that looked like Super Godzilla.

"Oh oh shit! Oh my god, damn it! Don't come over!!!" A life-threatening chase is taking place under a highway bridge, and the scene is as bizarre as possible.

Sam's head was frantically typing one word and one punctuation mark - "Run!". But there was no comparison between a human being and a nearly 6-meter-tall robot. Sure enough, five seconds later, Sam was thrown away by its hand and fell into the windshield of an unfortunate scrapped car.

"...This is a nightmare..." He couldn't help but complain, ignoring the burning pain on his back, and watched as it walked towards him.

Barricade smashed his side with both hands, ignoring another round of screams from the tiny human, and violent metallic sounds suddenly exploded.

"Are you the LadiesMan217?!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!!!"

"Are you the LadiesMan217!"

"I am I am!"

"Where is the Ebay auction item 21153?!!! Where are the glasses!"

He didn’t dare to answer casually, and took advantage of the time gap when the robot tried to beat him with a tire, climbed up, turned around and ran away.

Barricade was so angry that he slapped the car away.

"Mikaela!!" Sam ran out of the bridge and almost cried when he saw her riding a scooter with a confused look on her face, "Go back!!!"

Being blocked by him, the motorcycle failed to brake quickly and the two people fell together. Mikaela took off her helmet angrily and shouted.

"Sam! What wrong with you!"

"There's a monster over there! He just attacked me! ...Oh, he's coming! Get up, run! You have to run, run! Oh-!"

Suddenly a thrust swept them away again. "His car" appeared out of nowhere, swerved suddenly, and hit Barricade hard on his ankle.

The Decepticon detective and undercover agent who transformed from a Ford Mustang police car couldn't dodge, and finally fell unwillingly to the ground of this planet full of dirt and dust.

Sam no longer had time to think about whether "his car" was going to kill people or not, so he pulled Mikaela into the driver and passenger seats without hesitation.

Barricade transformed back into a police car, locked onto the target that was speeding toward the suburbs, and sped up to catch up.

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Looking at the yellow robot that was almost 5 meters tall in front of her, Mikaela felt that the world was crazy...

"What is that……?"

"Robot. But...it's a little different...like a super-advanced robot." Sam said firmly, even though he knew he was just talking nonsense, "Maybe it's Japanese? Yes, it must be Japanese... "

"What are you doing?"

He ignored the still vigilant voice behind him and took a few steps forward.

"I don't think he wanted to hurt us, otherwise he would have done it long ago."

"Really?" Mikaela stared at the motionless robot, but she asked Sam, "Can you speak robot language? They just had a life-and-death duel!"

"...I think I have what they want."

"...What?"

"Another bot mentioned my auction page."

She couldn't help but show an extremely ridiculous expression and said sincerely, "You are really the strangest boy I have ever met."

"Can you speak?" Sam shouted upward.

The robot put its hands on its waist, and several male and female voices alternated, "XM Satellite Radio... brought to you by Digital Cable... CBS."

"You...you are talking through the radio?"

"Thank you!..." He clapped immediately, "You are awesome!...You are amazing!"

"So..., so what happened last night?"

"Messages from the starship, Captain... across the vastness of the universe... raining down like visitors from outer space!"

"Visitors from space...?" Mikaela came closer and asked tentatively, "Are you an alien or something?"

He didn’t answer this time. He squatted down and turned back into the car, then opened the door.

“Do you have any other questions?”

"...He wants us to get in the car." Sam said.

"Go where...?"

"Fifty years from now," he turned to look at her firmly, "when you look back, won't you want to say, 'I had the guts to get in the car'?"

Mikaela was stunned for a moment and got into the car neatly before he could act.

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Blake was scrolling through her phone boredly. Since the bizarre car accident in the morning, she couldn't help but start to wonder if her mobile phone had any "other" functions.

Fortunately, not yet, "yet."

They asked her to get out of the car and buy something for dinner on the way into town, but she didn't feel very hungry, so she only paid the counter the price of a sandwich.

Four cars, one motorcycle, and one person were silent together. The former are happy for the news about the possible location of the All Spark, but are serious because they must face their greatest opponent at the same time - the leader of the Decepticons, Megatron.

An indescribable eagerness surrounded the sparks of these Autobot members, but the Emotional Module of the CPU quickly suppressed these emotions.

They cannot be in disorder or be led away by the enemy. They need to find the All Spark - or fight to the death to get it back - and then... Then what?

In fact, they don’t really know.

"You call him Bumblebee?" Blake finally put down the phone and asked.

"Yes." Optimus replied, "Bumblebee is the most outstanding and agile scout among the younger generation of Autobot warriors."

Undercover. She made a relatively plain and somewhat unpleasant comment, silently trying to memorize their class.

During this long journey for a human being, she actually tried to contact Ella. It wasn't a phone call, it was a message, and what she wanted to express was very simple, just a few words.

「I'm safe now. If you have seen this message, DO NOT TAKE ANY ACTION.」

But she couldn't find Ella.

Ella can’t be found in contacts, Facebook, Messenger, or Twitter. Not only that, all her followers and fans were gone, leaving only a full page of posts that she treated as a diary. It's like those people's location base stations, phone numbers, and servers were all wiped out in a flash.

She traveled through space. Blake thought for sure, and it was definitely caused by that "door".

How strange and sci-fi... How could this Star Trek plot be inexplicably applied to her? Although she calmly maintained a "protagonist mentality" and then calmly accepted it, these Autobots seemed a bit shocked... no, it can be said to be very shocked.

It is not incomprehensible. After all, a human being was "possessed" to create Cybertronian genes that did not exist in that time and space, and may or may not have given a motorcycle new spark, and then opened the space bridge... Oh, that can no longer be considered a space bridge, it should be a wormhole - running to a world with Cybertron...

It’s so magical.

Did Cybertron brainwash the carbon base across dimensions? Ironhide thought almost immediately.

"Then junior...I mean Sam," Blake leaned back in the chair, raised her chin slightly and looked at the brand new and bright Chevrolet fifth-generation Camaro outside the windshield, and then moved her gaze to just now the two people who got off the car, said troubledly,

"I feel like I'm like a shining light bulb now."

"A light bulb?" the upright leader responded honestly, "No, Blake, the scan shows that you are still a carbon matrix composed of water, cells, other proteins and minerals."

Blake: "...=_="

Still Blake: "Prime, I sincerely recommend that you download some weird Earth culture buzzwords."

Optimus was a little confused until the sound of Jazz holding his breath that he was about to expire sounded from the IC.

【Well, ...Optimus...I think the "light bulb" Blake refers to means an unrelated person between lovers. Since couples are usually immersed in their own world, the unrelated person feels that he is particularly abrupt, shining like a "light bulb". 】

【……】

【Damn, humans are really weird. 】

Blake seemed to notice something and raised her eyebrows at the Ironhide in the rearview mirror outside the driver's seat. Then she stepped out of the car enjoying the "automatic door opening service" while he suddenly pressed the accelerator.

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Sam and Mikaela felt that they couldn't understand what was happening now.

Hey, is that a human over there?

Blake, who didn't understand at all that she was no longer "almost human", stood aside and once again admired the tension and beauty of the Cybertronian's transformation from a vehicle into a human-like body - a beauty full of explosive power, charm, wildness and muscle, which was enough to make people... The blood is flowing and the heart is full of passion.

"Are you a descendant of Archibald Amundsen Witwicky - Samuel James Witwicky?"

"...ya...?"

"My name is Optimus Prime, we are autonomous robotic race from the planet Cybertron."

"Or you can call us 'Autobots' for short." Ratchet, who arrived halfway, added.

"The Autobots?"

"Yeah! Hello."

"My deputy," Optimus introduced, "Jazz, the Autobot special operations commander."

"What's crackin', lil' bitches? " Jazz turned around, knelt down on one knee and said handsomely, then jumped up and sat on the hood of a scrapped car.

"How???" Sam shouted curiously, "How did he talk like that?"

"We learned the language of Earth through the Internet. My weapons specialist, Ironhide."

Sam turned around and took a look. Unexpectedly, what greeted him was that both hands had activated the fusion cannon's muzzle. The bright orange and blue firelight enveloped his entire body.

"Do you feel lucky, punk?"

Sam swallowed involuntarily.

"Easy, Ironhide."

"I'm just kidding," he looked regretfully at the muzzle of the cannon, "I just wanna show him my cannons..."

Then Sam whistled.

"Next is our medical officer, Ratchet."

The nominated Autobot medical officer sniffed the air and said seriously, "This boy's pheromones indicate that he wants to mate with the female."

Sam: "..."

Mikaela: "..."

"...You have met your guardian, Bumblebee."

"……Bumblebee?"

"It's me...call me number one!"

"You are my guardian? Huh???" The one who looks like he wants to silence somebody? !

"His voice box was damaged in the battle," Ratchet activated the scanning device installed on his right hand and analyzed, "I still work hard to repair it."

"Finally, there are the special backups of the Autobots, Panthera and Blake."

Blake walked out of the darkness, followed by her motorcycle in the form of a beast, "Nice to meet you, Sam and this Miss."

"Mikaela."

"Mikaela." She changed her mind and said, "Panthera and I are special. We are -"

"- From another time and space, yes."

"Another time and space?!" Sam accidentally broke his voice, "You mean like 'The parallel universe'?!"

"It's not 'parallel', it's 'multiple'."

“Holy shit…”

"But...how is this possible?" Mikaela asked in surprise.

"I don't know, they still researching it." She shrugged and patted Panthera's metal head, "I suddenly made Cybertronian genes, my car suddenly became a Cybertronian, and we suddenly got into a car accident and ran through the wormhole to get here."

"It all sounds like 'you'...?"

"Indeed, the reason is unknown."

"So...you are...," Mikaela then asked, "then...why are you here?"

Blake looked at the scene in front of her with amusement, which was exactly the same as in the morning, and threw her eyesight at the Autobot leader.

"We are here to find the All Spark, and we must find it before Megatron."

"Mega-what???" Sam asked confused.

Optimsu raised his hand and touched his right temple, and the optics immediately projected a 3D holographic projection.

The ground cracked in an instant, molten magma flowed, sparking little sparks.

"Our planet was once a powerful empire, loving peace and justice." He said lowly, "Until we were betrayed by Megatron, he was the leader of the Decepticons, and anyone who resisted them would be destroyed. Our war has finally swallowed up the planet, the All Spark, also disappeared in outer space, and Megatron followed it to Earth, where he was discovered by Captain Witwicky."

"Wow..." Sam understood, "My great-great-grandfather."

"That accident made our fates intertwined."

Blake stood quietly by his legs, clenching her fists as he chanted that word one after another.

She had always thought that her family's surname was just given by someone who loved technology that no one knows how many generations he or she was. But now that she evaluates it, it seems that it is really not simple.

It seems that there is no other emotion for the home planet in Optimus's plain words, as if Cybertron is just a place of residence for him and has no other meaning. But she understands that the more there is nothing, the more it is engraved into the bone marrow and difficult to erase.

A feeling that cannot be expressed using emotions and words alone. She really understands this. After all, she has never been one to reveal more private emotions in conversation.

It’s not that “I don’t like it”, it’s that she is “not very good at it” or “not very good at learning it completely”.

Blake raised her head slightly and looked at his angular profile, suddenly feeling the heroic emotion of "a close friend".

"If the Decepticons are allowed to find the All Spark, they will use its power to transform the machines on the earth and create a brand new army." Ratchet continued.

"Humanity will be extinct by then." Optimus took up the topic again, "Sam Witwicky, the survival of the earth is in your hands."

"Please tell me you still have those glasses." Mikaela took a breath and said.

Sam's expression was still a little dull, but he nodded slowly.

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Black Panther - Panthera yawned lazily, jumped lightly, and jumped from the Ironhide's open rear compartment onto Optimus's right shoulder. The feline's superior sense of balance is perfectly reflected in him, so even if there is a person next to him, he still stands firmly.

And that person is naturally his "mother" - Blake.

A group of people were parked on the side of the road outside Sam's house. Perhaps the Cybertronians are very efficient in doing things, so they are a little impatient when it comes to efficiency, speed, and convenience. Panthera opened the violet optics, glanced down with contempt, then closed it and continued to take a nap.

Blake touched his head in an inexplicable and strange mood, and with mixed emotions witnessed how the Autobot leader used an extremely frustrating and cautious posture to cross the green fence of Sam's house.

That is exactly the same as the posture of human beings tossing and turning on tiptoes in a pile of LEGOS to survive. She didn't stop Optimus and the other Autobots from turning into human forms openly.

She could understand this feeling of urgency and almost anxiety, just like seeing an ant on the table and unable to restrain herself from squeezing it with toilet paper. Although… All right. She shook her head. Although the Cybertronians were autonomous intelligent mechanical beings, it did not mean they could run according to the program like AI.

What she means is that the brain circuits of Cybertronians and humans are actually the same. The only difference is that they can connect to the Internet on their own while humans cannot.

"Oh nonono!"

'Crack'

Blake: "..."

"Sorry, my bad." Optimus said apologetically.

She looked at the fountain that was broken into scraps below, and LEGOS could not help but appear in her mind.

"What are you doing?!" Sam shouted on the verge of collapse. Oh please! ! If only his father knew that not only the trail was destroyed, but the fountain was also destroyed, his father will definitely join forces with his mother to murmur him until his death! !

"Just five minutes! Just five minutes!!"

"Sam!" Mikaela ran in, "Sorry, but they seem..."

"Woof woof woof!"

"Hey, hey hey! Don't pee, Mojo don..." He stared blankly at his Chihuahua who used Ironhide as a telephone pole to pee, and finally felt that his life was over.

"...It's wet."

The weapons specialist muttered belatedly, and then neatly replaced the left arm mechanism with a cannon.

"Don't! My pet! Pet! It's a pet!"

Right arm.

"Can you put the gun away?! Put it away quickly, plea..."

"Sam." Blake called him.

"What!"

"That's not a gun, that's a cannon."

Sam: "...No need to remind me of this now!"

Optimus showed a helpless expression. Although the girl on his right shoulder looked serious, her eyes were filled with obvious smiles.

"You're infested with rodents." Ironhide continued grimly.

"What……?"

"Do you need me to terminate it?"

"No, no no! He's not a rodent! Mojo is a Chihuahua, Chihuahua!! It's my Chihuahua! We all love Chihuahuas, don't we?!"

"I prefer large dogs." Blake continued.

“Are you human!!?”

She finally couldn't help laughing. "Remember the glasses?"

"That's right!" Sam turned around and said, "Can you hide outside for a while? Hide! Mikaela, Mikeala! Can you help me?"

"For sure."

"Just hurry." Optimus warned, avoiding the broken fountain, and said, "Autobots, keep around." Then he squatted on one knee in front of the window of Sam's room.

Oh, Blake took a deep breath, feeling cute.

“Please hurry.”

Oh.

She took another breath.

"Are you okay, Blake?"

"Yes, what?"

"You have been taking deep breaths. Do you feel any discomfort?" Optimus asked.

Blake looked at him dumbfounded, "No. Let's hide for a while, even Ironhide has changed back."

"What do you mean 'even Ironhide has changed back'?" the Ironhide said dissatisfied.

Ratchet: "Is something wrong?"

Jazz: "That's right. What Blake said makes sense."

Bumblebee: "Amen...in the name of Jesus Christ..."

"...You wanna die, didn't you?" he said.

"Prime," Blake finally sat in the driver's seat again, "excuse me, how many years of imprisonment does the crime of intimidation require under Cybertron's law?"

"We don't have anything like that!" Ironhide shouted.

"There's none?"

"No!"

"In fact, we have, Ironhide." Optimus said slowly. As a librarian, his CPU stored countless and staggering amounts of data. "On Cybertron, the crime of intimidation is punishable by a fixed term. That is -"

"- More than 550,000 years, less than 1.26 million years."

"..."

"..." Blake's beautiful face, which has always been calm, finally has some traces of "hell".

"Wait a minute, how long can you live?" she asked.

"As long as the spark is not extinguished and the body is not damaged beyond repair." Ratchet replied.

"...Wow, how old are you all?"

"Although Cybertronians are not very good at remembering this, since you asked..." the medical officer was silent for a while and pulled out a folder that was about to sink to the bottom. "Ten millions and seventy-eight thousand eight hundreds."

"……What about… the others?"

"I seem..." Jazz muttered, "Nine hundreds and ninety-one millions and eight hundreds twenty years old."

"Ten millions and four hundreds fourteen and seven hundreds sixty."

"Five million... and seven hundreds eleven… three hundred twenty years old!"

She felt that her worldview seemed to be a little ruined again, and couldn't help but lower her head and stare at the steering wheel.

"What about you?"

Optimus didn't respond to her right away. After a while, he said, "Nine millions and four hundreds and six, eight hundreds and eighty."

She was immediately shocked and can not suppress her impulse but said, "You're not the oldest?"

Optimus: "..."

Does he look like the oldest one...?

"Pfft…" Pontiac Solstice GXP shook hard, "Well..., how about you, Blake?"

"For you, even if the human age reaches the end, it is still just an embryo, right? Let alone the number twenty-three."

“You are a mature, sexy, charming and beautiful girl……more than meets the eye……”

She curled her lips at Bumblebee, "You are so considerate, Bee."

Bumblebee traveled in a circle.

"Stop spinning, boy, you're about to burn the lawn." Ironhide slid forward a few centimeters, "Damn, how long is he going to keep looking for?!"

"Let me go and have a look." Blake turned on the flashlight on her phone and was about to get out of the car when she heard the sound of an engine getting louder on the other side of the road.

If one senses it carefully, then he or she will find that there is not just one car but a group of people coming, and they seem to be slowing down.

"Blake."

She immediately sat back down without hesitation, and sure enough, Optimus closed the car door and led a group of Autobots to drive away quietly.

【Optimus,】Jazz said in the Insider Channel, 【it has been scanned, but there is no file. 】

【Being discovered so quickly is enough to prove that this race is not so ignorant. 】

【Damn, Ratchet, don't pay attention to the weird places. Prime, they were going for the boy. 】

【Just wait and see what happens. 】

"Another whisper?" She crossed her arms across her chest, her jet-black hair still glowing in the dark night, like a fine piece of black gold crystal. "If you are willing to trust me, you don't need to turn on mute."

"Damn, how do you know!"

From Optimus’s radio, Ironhide’s voice, which was very irritable no matter what, finally came out.

"A feeling. Are you analyzing those vehicles?" Blake unconsciously tapped her left arm with her right index finger and said, "They took Sam and Mikaela, and his parents. Judging from the appearance, they may have detected you - or your enemies, the Decepticons - the instruments in their hands seem to be frequency detectors."

"Aren't you a geneticist?"

"I am also good at staying still and observing in ambush."

"Are you going to catch up? Optimus?"

The Autobot leader did not hesitate and turned sharply at the next intersection.

“Take them down.”

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The leading black van suddenly suffered a violent impact, and the windshield was shattered. The sound of braking pierced the night sky, and the formation of the motorcade instantly became chaotic.

The Autobot leader stuck his hands straight into the roof of the car, lifted the entire car up, and applied force with his hands.

The high-frequency friction of the sheet metal was rolled into an iron ball, sparks were generated, and it instantly turned into a super stylish convertible.

"You two are in big trouble now." Sam stretched out his hand to cover the dazzling light, very calmly, "Gentlemen, let me introduce you my friend -"

“- Optimus Prime.”

"Taking the children was a bad move." Optimus spoke slowly in a deep, magnetic metallic voice, ignoring a group of men in black who gathered around him and pointed their guns at him, and said, "Autobots, relieve them of their weapons."

Jazz turned on the magnetic suction machine attached to his right hand and immediately forced everyone to disarm.

The leader knelt down and finally came face to face with the two human leaders.

"...Hello...?" The man in the passenger seat asked tentatively.

"You don't seem afraid? You're not surprised to see us."

"Listen," he explained, "Sector 7 has operating procedures, and I don't have permission to communicate with you. All I can tell you is that I can't talk to you."

"Get out off the car."

"Alright, I am the only one or it's still..."

"NOW!"

"Okok...I got off the car, I'm getting off the car now, did you see? You are very good, you put us down without killing us. Hey! How are you? Hi...I'm sorry, you..."

"What is Sector 7?" Sam took off his handcuffs and ran over to ask, "Answer me!"

"Only I can ask questions here! " the man in a suit who seemed to be in charge glared at him with wide eyes, "Not you, young man!"

"How do you know about aliens?" Mikaela asked.

"Where did you take my parents?"

"I have no right to discuss this! Hey, you're violating federal law if you touch me!"

A red laser point instantly appeared in the center of his forehead.

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Sam and Mikaela were stunned for a moment and looked towards the source, it was Blake.

"Oh my God, how did you get that thing?"

"The one Ironhide lent me, it is a bit heavy." She aimed at the man who is with a fierce look and said, "Your name, affiliation, position, and the questions they asked you just now. Otherwise, give it a try."

"...Seymour Reggie Simmons, head of District 7."

"Anything else?"

"I really don't have the authority to answer!"

Blake raised her eyebrows secretly and put down the gun in her hand, "You got hard."

"What? No more questions?" Sam shouted, "And please don't shoot by mistake!...Mr. Simmons, I'll take the police badge first."

"Let them sit in a row and handcuff each one's hands behind their back." Mikaela smiled sweetly, watching Simmons obey his fate, and there was a faint joy of revenge in her heart - in front of Sam, her father and herself were exposed.

Convicted of car theft.

"Then take off all your clothes." She said.

"……Why!"

"Because you threatened my dad."

Blake shouldered the gun again.

Simmons stared at them hatefully for a long time, then pulled off his tie forcefully, "Girl, and that little girl, you will never have a good life from now on. Especially you, you are a criminal, and a leopard can't change its..."

Then there is a shooting booming sound directly from a gun.

He was startled and looked up blankly.

"That little girl" said with a strange arc of her mouth, "I said it."

"Damn! I'm fucking love this!"

She high-fived Ironhide's outstretched finger, and then made an "OK" gesture to Jazz and Bumblebee.

Ratchet spread his hands and turned his gaze to the Autobot leader who was staring at Blake with disapproval written all over his face.

"This is too dangerous, Blake, you could get yourself hurt."

Don’t know who couldn’t hold it back and suddenly laughed out loud.

……
……

Things never be safe.

"Wait a minute, he turned on the speakerphone."

"Damn! There are four helicopters behind us!"

"Autobots, fall back and retreat. Sam, Mikaela, come up."

"We were set up, shit, I didn't even notice when he got on the phone!" Sam muttered something casually, scratched his hair, pulled Mikaela and quickly climbed onto the left hand handed over by Optimus.

They even wouldn't realize that if Blake hadn't stood on the leader's shoulders and happened to see the little moves of these agents, and they didn't know what more these people would have overheard.

Optimus took them to hide under a viaduct.

"Hold on tight."

Two helicopters flew over at low altitude, and the strong wind brought by the propellers blew on them.

They can barely stabilize themselves, like chaff that can be blown away at any time.

"Ah!" Mikaela exclaimed.

It turned out that sand had drifted into her right eye. She closed her eyes and tried not to do anything to get rid of it. Unexpectedly, in the darkness and strong wind, her sense of balance suddenly lost, and she fell.

Blake stretched out her hand and hid in the gap in Optimus' shoulder armor, trying to hold Mickaela's wrist.

"Mikaela!" Sam shouted anxiously.

"Hold on, don't shake."

"Oh God! Please don't let me fall from here!"

"Hey, hey hey! Blake, can you hold her? Can you hold her?!"

"Shut up, Sam, I won't be able to hold on if I get distracted again. On the count of one, I'll pull her up and you can help me."

"Oh oh, okay, okay!"

"Three, two, one..." She groaned suddenly, her hand holding the armor couldn't help but loosen, and she had to use adrenaline to throw Mikaela upwards, just in time for Sam to catch it. Then, in the stunned, frightened and worried eyes of the two of them, as well as Optimus' stunned gaze and expression -

- She falling towards the ground.

"Blake!"

"Blake!"

"No!"

Blake closed her violet eyes, she was shot.

A black Kawasaki Ninja 500R came quickly, and she hit Panthera hard on her seat. She almost burst into tears from the pain, but she didn't have the energy to curse.

Punctured through the abdomen..., she thought feebly, trying to ignore the severe burning pain coming from the wound. She got up and sat firmly, lowering her body as much as possible to avoid the bullets chasing after her.

They must have seen Mikaela when she accidentally fell down just now. Blake thought, trying to distract from the pain, and the men were going to shoot themselves down, so they could take two at a time. Although their wishful thinking was in vain, they might be able to exchange for a more satisfactory "thing" - Black Panther, the Panthera.

"UU..." Bumblebee, who was worried about Sam coming, was also stunned, "What should we do...Boss...they will capture...Sweetheart and...Panthy..."

"Panthy? Isn't his name Panthera?" Sam asked.

"Panthy is...nickname..."

"Aren't we going to chase them!" Mikaela shouted, looking anxious, "I saw she was shot! For me!"

“Who was shot??” Ironhide's deep metallic voice came from Optimus. Not far away, the sound of a roaring engine came arrogantly, it was Jazz, and behind him was the person who just spoke.

"It's sweetheart...Panthy... run away together..."

"I'm watching." Ratchet followed Ironhide's Connection and said solemnly, "They froze Panthera and took Blake away. Reggie Simmons is at the scene."

"Son of bitch!" Mikaela flipped her hair anxiously.

"We have to rescue them." Sam said firmly, looking up at Optimus, "She saved Mikaela, she even saved Bumblebee. If it hadn't been for her, it would have been Bumblebee who was taken away."

"UU..."

"No."

"...What?"

"No." Ironhide said calmly, he even maintained his GMC form, "Prime, we can't."

Jazz was silent, but slightly glanced at Optimus, who was a little stiff. The small wings of the car door that stood behind Bumblebee's back immediately drooped down.

"What...? Wait a minute, don't you care?!" Mikaela became even more anxious, "Hey! She saved my life!"

Sam was equally puzzled, "You have lost two companions, but you are not going to save them? And she will die! Those people will not treat prisoners gently! She will die!"

Jazz came over, knelt down in front of them, raised his hands to lift his goggles, "We are here to prevent Megatron from getting the Allspark, little guys."

"But……"

"However, as long as there is any chance to regain our companions, we will never give up. But not now, not this moment."

"When is that?" Mikaela asked eagerly.

……

"Sam, I need your glasses." Thirty seconds after no one answered her, the leader of the Autobots finally spoke up.

*

[United States, Nevada, Hoover Dam]

Who would have thought that there is such a thing as a medical room in this damn Sector 7? Blake was lying on the hospital bed, reaching out and pressing the wound on her abdomen.

Fifteen hours ago, doctors here completed the operation on her. However, perhaps for the sake of concealment, there was no nurse or caregiver.

Of course, she didn’t think about it... Oh no, she would have realized it when she saw someone coming. Otherwise, why would someone come to "visit" her just about an hour after she woke up.

Looking at the man wearing sunglasses in the dark ward, she pulled off the respirator and raised the upper part of the bed upright.

She doesn’t like to lie down and be questioned.

"Who are you!"

"Blake. Please, a glass of water."

Reggie Simmons was pissed off by her attitude. God knows, as long as she doesn't speak, all will be peaceful in the world.

"You know what I'm asking, little girl." He shoved the glass at her bitterly and said, "You and your car, what are you doing? Huh? That brat bought a Cybertronian , you bought one too! Ha! Is playing aliens popular among young people nowadays?”

"Listen." Blake took a sip of water. "First of all, Cybertronians can't be bought. Second, I can guarantee that the young people's circle is not so exciting. Finally, all the factors add up to this. Well, the Sector 7's misfortune cannot be blamed on us.”

"..." He nodded with a "Okay, come Battle" expression, "So you want to play a game? Listen, little girl, your car is still in HERE, and we froze him. You know that? Frozen! He is in a coma now. If you don’t cooperate, we..."

"What you gonna do? Are you going to kill him? No." She played with the glass and said, "In fact, you will study him and try your best to make sure he doesn't die. Because you can't catch the big one, so you have to start with the weak ones.”

"Ha! Can't catch the big one?!" Simmons seemed to have heard some shocking joke, and his tone became proud, "Can't catch it?! Girl, look around, this is Sector 7!"

She looked "around" with a little speechlessly, but unfortunately she could only see the wall.

"So you have caught one, who is it? It can't be the Autobots, right? That's right, maybe you will send helicopters to hunt them again after me, but they will not be disrupted by you like that time just now, after all the combat experience of these Cybertronians is probably enough for the Earth to 'change its era', right? Then it must be a Decepticon, am I correct?”

Simmons gritted his teeth and stared at her.

"Let me think about it," she pondered for a while, and continued to analyze, "who did you arrest? The big one? On the earth?...Wait a minute, are you serious…?"

"What?"

"The one you captured, according to my guess, must be the leader of the Decepticons - Megatron." She unconsciously rubbed the index finger and thumb of her right hand and said vaguely, "Bumblebee - in the form of a Chevrolet Camaro - once tell us. He had a fight with the Decepticons' undercover agent at the suburban factory, the name's Barricade. This means that the Decepticons have landed on Earth one after another. They currently have no leader, what do you think this group, the name which sounds very violent, will do next?"

Simmons: "..."

"Mr. Simmons, if you are able to achieve the position of head of Sector 7, I think your brain is not rusted beyond repair."

Simmons: “…………”

"Now," she took another sip of water and said slowly, "let's talk about my car. And Sam's parents are here too, right? By the way, since you know about Mikaela and her father's criminal record, then please log out permanently. Besides, I’m a little hungry, please order me a cup of cappuccino and a piece of chocolate cake, thank you.”

“…You such a devil.”

"Thank you for the compliment."

Simmons who are pissed off all the time, "I'm not complimenting you!!! Asshole!!!!"

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So the "asshole" Blake followed a group of people around Sector 7, and didn't stop until Simmons demonstrated what "the energy of the Allspark" was.

Just electrocuted Glenn's cell phone to death, and the lights in the laboratory suddenly flashed twice. Everyone was stunned for a few seconds and immediately reacted.

"Damn it, they know the Allspark is here." Defense Secretary John Keller said.

"What's going on outside!" Another senior staff member in Sector 7 pressed the emergency communication button, "Personnel report!"

"NBE-One's computer room lost power! The backup generator also failed!"

"Fuck..."

"Are there any weapons here?"

"Although it is only a little bit, I am willing to contribute."

Captain William Lennox - a special forces officer attached to the US garrison in Qatar and a survivor of the Decepticon attack on the Qatar base - looked towards the source of the sound in confusion.

"You?"

The person calmly took out a small black box from her pocket and pressed a few switches. The little black box trembled and suddenly began to grow and extend.

“What is this???”

“Guns.”

“Guns????” Lennox was still confused.

Then he saw the black box grow on its own,  splitting into three parts with a "click" sound, and after several simultaneous transformations, it turned into three Armalite 15 rifles.

"Wow. That's impressive."

"This was given to me by the weapons specialist of the Autobots. I took one of them to threaten Mr. Simmons."

Simmons: “There’s no need to say this!!!”

"..." Lennox was speechless, picked up two guns, and threw one to his teammates - also a survivor of the Qatar base, Robert Epps, an Air Force combat control technical sergeant.

"You have more?"

"Leave them alone."

So cruel, what on earth did Sector 7 do? He complained in his mind, then picked up the rifle and got serious.

"Maggie, Glenn," Blake put the gun on her shoulder and turned her head and said, "remember to hide and don't poke your head or reach out when the enemy attacks. If you are discovered, run away."

The two people who were warned nodded nervously. They were all just high school students, but their expertise in signal analysis was enough to compete with top international experts. Therefore, five hours after the Qatar base was attacked by the Decepticons' Blackout and the wave frequency was transmitted back to the Pentagon, they were invited.

The weapons depot in Sector 7 has been opened. Several people moved over and it was filled with all the heavy thermal weapons that could be equipped.

Blake didn't know why she still didn't feel nervous at all. Maybe it was due to her temperament, or maybe it was because she had long been numb to stimulation.

She took fresh painkillers, took off her tattered clothes, put on the gear Simmons reluctantly provided her, and stuffed five more grenades into her belt.

She just knows how to use this.

Pull it out.

Throw it out.

Done.

"Hey Blake!" Lennox was a little worried about her, "You good?"

"Couldn't be better."

The whole hall shook again, and the lights above everyone's heads made a few "sizzles" and went out for a few seconds before turning back on.

"Where's Panthera?" Blake asked, "Take me to him, he needs to be released."

"Can he fight?" Simmons asked.

"Do you want to try the wonderful feeling of being hunted by a leopard on the African savannah?"

Simmons: "Why do the Autobots seem to be the villains!!... Come with me."

……

After a while, everyone unanimously expressed in their hearts that they could not accept a black panther with such serious double standards! Looking at Panthera who looked like he was schizophrenic facing Blake and them, everyone felt at a loss.

"Now, the Decepticons are outside trying to destroy the dam. Oh, there is also a boss and the Allspark here." Blake seemed not to notice anything and touched Panthera's metal head, "That thing will wake up just in a minute, so how about the Allspark?”

"We're going to move it."

The secretary of defense said without hesitation, "We have to move it."

"Move it?" Simmons said absurdly, "Sir, its size cannot be sustained by any carrier in the Sector 7, and we can't get it out from there at all."

"Take us to see." Blake said suddenly, reaching out and patting the Panthera which had turned into a motorcycle, and then pressed several parts of the rifle in her hand until it turned into a small black box again.

Then she put it back in her pocket.

"He seemed to know something," she said.

"……Follow me."

====

A huge the Allspark is right in front of them. Forgive them for not having better adjectives, and there are no adjectives that can describe the grandeur, splendor, madness and mystery of this cube. Panthera drove Blake all the way until it was only three meters away from the Allspark before it suddenly stopped.

The harsh and unpleasant high-frequency friction sound echoed throughout the space, and some people shook their heads in discomfort.

Traces of intertwined blue and gold energy flowed through the huge surface of the Allspark. It is engraved with obscure symbols, which are both curved and difficult to understand, but also resemble secret codes or strange ancient runes, full of weird charm and beauty.

The energy gradually increased as Panthera and Blake stepped forward. If the normal value of energy is dormant, then it now looks like "something" has woken up.

"Panthera?"

The motorcycle honked its horn, opened the car trunk, revealing a fluorescent blue area inside, and then pushed her leg forward.

"But this is your spark," Blake said doubtfully. She didn't know why, but there was a tacit understanding between her and Panthera that couldn't be taken away, "Are you sure?"

Panthera honked again.

She had no choice but to carefully put her right hand in. Spark’s energy is warm, gentle and soft. As the most vulnerable part of the Cybertronians who are covered in hard armor, it does look... somewhat vulnerable.

It was so vulnerable that she could break it into pieces with just a gentle pinch or poke. However, it also possesses abundant and amazing power.

The moment she came into contact with these lights and shadows, they slowly flowed into her body along her fingertips like water. Blake felt her heart palpitate, and her pulse seemed to beat faster.

The feeling of something rushing through her chest before the car accident reappeared, and the accompanying series of strange feelings of drifting away, dizziness, and confusion completely made her lose her mind.

“Oh my God……”

"That's incredible..."

"How did she do this?"

"Hey, hey, are you okay?" Lennox stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes. Not sure if it was an illusion, but he seemed to think that Blake's special-colored eyes were a little brighter than when he first saw her.

"...I'm fine." She blinked and her consciousness quickly came back to her senses, "The Allspark...where are you going to send it?"

"Mission City is twenty-two miles away," he said immediately, "we need to secretly take the Allspark out and hide it in the city."

"Then," she decisively handed the thing in her hand forward, "I'll leave it to you."

Seeing how they were at war with each other a few hours ago, but now they are working together in an incredibly harmonious manner, Blake couldn't help but curl her lips. However, another confusion that almost overwhelmed her never left -

- Since the Spark can control the Allspark, then...why didn't Panthera do it on his own, but let her do it? In other words, although he is an animal actually, the focus should be on the spark. Why does she need to act as a middleman and make such a unnecessary move?

"Is there a radio here? We can't get out without the air force!"

"Yes! Shortwave radio, in the alien archives! There's an old Army radio console there!"

"Then find a way to let them know!" Lennox yelled, "Blake!"

She pulled her attention from her thoughts, "Sir?"

"Concentrate. Now, you must leave this place with the Allspark and Panthera. Can he understand?"

"He can."

"So now listen to me, don't go anywhere, just go to Mission City. Do you understand?"

Panthera did not honk his horn this time, but turned on his headlights.

"GO!

He stepped on the accelerator and rushed out of the gate with Blake and the Allspark in the car. At the same time, the frozen pipelines on Megatron finally melted completely. In the midst of the rush and hustle, the alarm sounded loudly.

He breathed heavily and finally used his hands to break free of all the shackles.

"I am Megatron!"

……

On the carriageway of the Hoover Dam, a motorcycle led three military vehicles in a wild ride.

Blake didn't have to pilot it herself, so she was able to use Panthera's rearview mirror to see an alien fighter jet that was obviously not a product of the Earth jetting out of the tunnel into the sky, then deforming sharply in mid-air, and meeting another fighter jet that seemed to be coming to meet him, and these Decepticons standing on the bridge and a huge pipe together.

She glanced at Lennox and Epps, who finally realized something was wrong. She swore that even though she was far away from the two Decepticons, she still vaguely heard that Megatron was full of murder and rage.

A word came from the deep metallic sound -

- "Starscream".

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!!!" Lennox was suddenly startled by the bright yellow Chevrolet Camaro rushing towards him at high speed, "Who is this?!"

"Be careful with bees in the wild...the stings of bumblebees...are deadly and dangerous...I am a comrade you can trust..."

"Bumblebee????"

"Yes!...Sir!"

Lennox stared warily at the Camaro racing side by side, suddenly paused in his gaze, and shouted into the car, "Hey! What's going on with this teenager and this girl?!"

"Captain, please click 'like' when you receive it." Blake's voice suddenly came from his walkie-talkie.

"...'Like' the shit! Where did you receive our military channel from?"

"Oh, this is what Prime did for me." She looked out the car window at Panthera who ran into Ironhide's trunk, smiled slightly, and said, "Sam and Mikaela are the ones who really need to be protected. To make a long story short, a pair of ancestral glasses in Sam's family has a map of the Allspark engraved on it, so both the Decepticons and the Autobots are looking for him. As for whether Mikaela is involved, what is this connection that may require Bee to push his old friend a little bit……"

"How are you related!"

"My car is a Cybertronian. As for other details, after this battle is over, we can have a good meal, chat and drink a cup of coffee."

He finally understood why Simmons was so angry with her! Don’t say such unserious things at such a serious time!

Wait a moment!

"Allspark! The Allspark!"

“Now you have a chance.”

“What the fuck chance!”

"Sam is the protagonist, not to mention Bee as the Autobots' guardian of the Allspark on Earth, so I just handed over it to them. And don't forget that Sector 7 opened a hole in my body. Don’t expect too much that I won’t be a drag on you-"

"-The painkiller is starting to wear off."

"Shit..." Lennox looked at the Allspark in Sam's hand, cursed in a low voice, and felt the urge to "hit the wall" in his heart.

"Oh that girl..." Epps didn't know what to say, so he could only make a meaningless sigh.

Blake leaned on the driver's seat of Optimus, trying to smile but unable to do so. She took a deep breath, forced herself to lift the hem of her clothes and took a look.

The cotton patch had disappeared, and the wires were cutting through the skin ferociously. There was some blood oozing out of the wound and it was no covered by anything.

The feeling of being rubbed directly by the clothing was not pleasant.

She was breathing a little quickly.

"Blake, are you okay?" Optimus asked.

"Yeah." She seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly said, "Does Ratchet have any painkiller or anesthetic?"

"I only have the scanning vehicle, and the contents will not be replenished." The voice of the medical officer of the  Autobots rang from the radio, "If you can't hold on anymor..."

"No. I can." Blake gritted her teeth and said, "I need to figure out what all of this is about, and I don't want to miss any chance to figure it out."

They said no more. However, it is undeniable that they also urgently need an answer from Blake, and they hope that this answer will not pose the slightest threat to the Autobots. After all -

- She is already a companion.

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*

Five Autobots and three military vehicles were racing at high speed on the elevated highway. The dust stirred up smoke in the sky, and the visibility visible to human eyes obviously began to decrease, but this did not prevent the Cybertronians from seeing through the obstacles from their optics.

Their wild instincts as warriors over millions of years allow them to even smell out their enemies.

"Ha! Guess what?" Ironhide shouted in the ope insider channel.

"Same feeling."

"Me too...someone is coming..."

Blake originally closed her eyes to rest, but after hearing their strange riddles, she couldn't help but open her eyes and look in the rearview mirror.

Blake: "..."

"Do all Decepticons like such a straightforward and tacky way of expression?"

Except for Barricade, he is a rare Decepticon with excellent taste.

"They advocate martial arts!... Violent and rude... Like to fight... Stay away from sweethearts!" Bumblebee concluded.

"Sweetheart? You actually called her Sweetheart?!" Sam shouted in disbelief, "She is obviously a villain! She even shot Simmons with a rifle! Remember?!"

Mikaela caressed her forehead.

"She is a super hot sweetheart girl~" Bumblebee intercepted another section of the lyrics.

Blake couldn't help but laugh while pressing the wound.

Later, there was a sound of metal colliding, and the "straightforward and tacky" van excavator knocked over several civilian cars. Some vehicles even flew into the air and turned 720 degrees before falling heavily to the ground, almost turning into a pile of scrap metal. It was not known whether the people inside were still alive.

Barricade avoided the chaos, locked onto Bumblebee and chased after him.

"Oh nonono, it's that police car..." Sam turned around and looked, "Quickly, block him, block him!"

"Prime," Blake narrowed her eyes slightly, her neutral violet eyes looking dangerous, "it seems that the target of that violent maniac is you."

"Jazz," Optimus said without hesitation, "take over."

"Got it." The silver Pontiac was speeding up, and at the moment when Peterbilt opened the door and Blake immediately jumped out of the car, the space in the passenger seat was completely opened up.

The next second, the leader of the Autobots suddenly changed his form, using a human close-quarters fighting posture to confront the Bonecrusher flying towards him -

- And they rolled off the bridge together.

“Oh my God……”

"Stop 'my God' thing, Sam." Blake glanced at the blood-stained hem of her clothes and stopped caring about it, "How is the Allspark now?"

"It's safe. ... But that police car kept chasing us!"

"Where are Ironhide and Ratchet?"

"Blocking the road!"

"Damn!" Ironhide complained, "I really want to shoot this clinging panda!"

"Please don't insult his pride as an undercover agent of the Decepticons, Ironhide." She said deliberately, "Besides, he still has blue on his body, and that punishment slogan doesn't look like a panda."

Jazz drifted a bit.

"You guys!" Sam shouted with some collapse, "Be serious!!"

"Get used to it...my poor friend..." Bumblebee played a combination of lines.

"Don't say such words in a miserable tone!!"

"Damn! I wanna shell this scrap!"

"Just don't insult his pride." Jazz said cheerfully, "But Blake is right, he doesn't look like a panda."

"Then?" Ratchet asked.

"He is -"

"-An old pervert who likes to stalk minors."

Ratchet: "..."

Sam: “What the fuck……?”

Ironhide: "Damn!"

Mikaela: "..."

Blake: "..."

Bumblebee: "Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!(little girl screaming)"

Jazz: "Hahahahahahahahaha!"

……

The leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime, who heard the whole process and heard it clearly, finally, with an extremely strange and complicated mood, summoned the energy sword in his left hand and chopped off Bonecrusher's head.

Optimus: "..."

Isn’t his Autobots getting weirder and……weirder?

====

[Mission City Center]

Everything and people that should have arrived has arrived. They don't know the current situation in Sector 7, so they can only protect themselves first.

Regardless of whether the air force comes to the city for support, they must use all their strength - even their lives - to kill these damn villains. Although one of them is more like a villain...

It's Blake.

"Follow the army," Jazz warned, "the Decepticons who came to die this time are not easy to deal with."

"You are so ill-spoken, Jazz." Blake took out a small black box from her pocket and gave him a funny look.

"What's wrong with my speech?" He replied lazily, starting from the front of the car, "There is no contradiction between being difficult to deal with and rushing to die, right?"

She put the reorganized Armalite 15 rifle on her shoulders and said with some contempt, "Indeed. We are super villains after all. Compared with stalking minors, burning and killing, looting, committing crimes, or murder and arson are more like  'justice,' don't you think? -" She turned her head and looked to the right behind her,

"- Prime?"

Optimus stared at her calmly with clear sky blue optics, but his current form was the front of a Peterbilt 379 tractor truck, so no one knew that he was looking at her.

"Prime?"

He heard her say his "honorable name" again.

"I hope," he said solemnly, "after this 'justice' battle, you and Panthy can return safely."

After that, he drove forward slowly.

"...Wow," Jazz said dryly, his eyes gradually moving, followed with his boss driving forwards to the army, "Please Blake, you and Panthy must fucking roll back alive."

She was still stunned by the words that touched the soft spot in her heart. Unexpectedly, these words immediately brought back her thoughts.

"...Wait a minute, can't we just walk back?"

……

Bumblebee, Sam, and Mikaela have taken the Allspark and hidden it. Ironhide, Ratchet, and Jazz are ready to fight at any time. As for the leader of the Autobots - Otpimus, as the last trump card of the red side, no one other than him is qualified to face the leader of the Decepticons - Megatron.

Blake and Panthera met at the designated coordinates given by Lennox. She thought that the captain who was full of declarations of "I am a new daddy who is slave of my baby girl" would not allow them to go to the battlefield, so the moment she saw Epps , she had to admit that she was amazed for a while.

"Girl!" Epps was deeply impressed by the image of her constantly stuffing grenades into her belt, "Are you ready? Your first big scene? Huh?"

"It doesn't count," she let him pat her shoulder like a brother, raised her head and narrowed her violet eyes slightly, "but if it's limited to war, this is the first time."

"The world has been in balance for a long time," he also sighed, "God always likes surprises, right? That guy Lennox will definitely regret sending you here."

"Regret?"

"I have a hunch, you and Pan... thera?"

"Yep."

"What you and Panthera do next will definitely surprise people, and Lennox will regret not witnessing it with his own eyes. He will definitely regret it to the point of exploding, ha!"

You guys are roaster-roastee friends, aren't you? Blake thought with a smile.

"But, are there just the three of us?" she asked.

"That's right, novice teaching, one-on-one comparison is safer, the survival rate is higher, you know. As for the boy and his girlfriend who were stuck in the grandfather's destiny wheel, the Chevrolet will protect them. No accident, Black Hawk helicopter will arrive to take over the Allspark in thirty minutes.”

"That's Bumblebee." She picked up Armalite and recalibrated her hand feel. The Panthera sprayed a cloud of white smoke from the exhaust pipe, and then began to transform from the body.

Within a few seconds, a majestic metal panther with purple optics appeared in place.

“No matter how many times I watch it, it’s still incredible.” Epps praised.

About 300 meters away, a burst of green smoke floated up.

"Is the signal coming?" she asked, seeing an F-22 fighter jet approaching quickly from the skyline. Panthera narrowed his optics suddenly, and a low threatening warning escaped from his throat.

Blake's heart skipped a beat and she immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie on Epps' belt.

Her voice blended with Ironhide's rough yell, but reached Lennox's ears accurately.

"It's Starscream!"
"It's Starscream!"

A missile shot straight down and exploded in front of Ironhide and Bumblebee. Big bump sound exploded, the huge shock wave instantly caused everyone present to be temporarily deafened.

Blake and Epps squatted down to cover, but they were still knocked several meters away by the heat wave that hit them.

Panthera seemed to smell something, and ran towards her hurriedly, stretched out his tongue soaked in electrolyte and licked her, then flew towards the source of the explosion.

"Shit! Pan..."

"Let him go," she pressed her abdomen and stood up, frowning, "we have companions who need his support. What we should deal with now is the big guy."

Epps followed her gaze and said, "What the..."

A land assault tank turned its gun barrel and then fired a shot behind them.

"Ordinary rifles can't deal with this kind of thing!" He shouted over the intercom, "Where's the Black Hawk! ...Blake, how many grenades do you have on you?"

"Ten."

"How did you stuff it in!...Ok, I have six here. These violent maniacs are very sensitive. We need to be very careful when passing by."

"Maybe we need to save a little, maybe there are more in the next wave of attack, such as F-22, that Starscream." She pointedly said, "Apart from grenades, are there any other weapons that can melt through their armor?"

"The rest are too big. We only have sniper rifles equipped with armor-piercing bullets." Epps said as he ran, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of something, "Hey hey hey! Blake! There's that kind of department store here that sells everything!"

"What you up to?"

"Napalm bombs, you know? Napalm bombs used by super irregular armies!"

"Then do it, but I don't know how to make it." She hid behind a pillar and glanced at the tank, "And he seems can't bear his nuts anymore."

"Give me your grenade and I'll teach you how to do it, okay? There are no any common people here. All of us are the soldiers now."

"Okay." She relied on her astonishing memory from being admitted to MIT and adrenaline to create a gasoline bomb, and then watched Epps leave the door with a relieved smile and his back.

Blake took a deep breath and started working on the next round of production. She had no other talismans with her except Armalite and these bombs.

She had to make more, and Epps -

- Must also succeed.

"Jazz!!!"

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"That punch----!"

She heard the roars of Ironhide and Ratchet, and her vision went dark.

Panthera stopped sharply in front of her, and transformed back into a motorcycle without any hesitation. Blake understood immediately, grabbed four bottles of napalm bombs and got on the Panthera.

"Lighter……"

She took out a flip-top lighter from her belt, and seized the critical moment to light the strip of cloth while Panthera flew through the battlefield filled with rubble and tiles at an unusually smooth speed.

The front and rear wheels of the motorcycle shook suddenly, and due to the force and inertia, he brought her jumped into the sky in an instant.

Blake looked at the leader of the Decepticons who was getting closer and closer, and felt an extremely strong aura of brutal killing and oppression gradually enveloped her. Jazz could be torn in half at any time in Megatron's hands.

"Fuck! Blake----!"

A familiar person and vehicle suddenly appeared in his blue optics. Jazz cursed, raised his arm and prepared the energy fusion cannon to fire - this was also the last attack in his life -

- Megatron's back exploded.

Jazz: “…?”

He subconsciously glanced at the still cold muzzle and reacted almost immediately. The audio receptor was filled with explosions and Megatron's furious yelling of "Damn Carbon!". Jazz turned over quickly, ejected the hook in his left hand and slid all the way from the top of the building.

Blake never thought she could shoot a three-pointer.

She accurately threw the first bottle of napalm bombs on Megatron's vest, the second bottle went the right hand that try to toward to Jazz, the third bottle just happened to be stuck on his head, and the fourth bottle was a bit crooked, but it was still covered Jazz who jumping off the building.

"How dare you!" Megatron noticed her and immediately jumped into the air and tried to blast the female human into meat paste.

"Blakey!" Jazz shouted in an utter sad calls.

He had just landed, no matter how fast he went, it was too late...

A grenade hit Megatron in the face at an extremely weird high speed.

“I got you.”

Ratchet grabbed her and Panthera into the palm of his hand and jumped from the other building on the opposite side. Before landing, he did not forget to shoot the top floor one more time.

"Ratchet?" She shook her head, sat up and asked, "Where did you come from?"

"Epps helped us solve Brawl, and he asked me to come find you." Ratchet's tone was slightly reproachful, "Girl, you are too bold, this is dangerous."

"At least I successfully saved Jazz. Since we all should get out alive, so just get out together."

"...Don't face Megatron alone next time."

"Understood, medic."

She and Panthera stepped off his palm and asked, "How is the situation?"

"Optimus and the army responsible for evacuating civilians are coming back. Ironhide is escorting Sam there to release the flare." He pointed to a tall white building. "The Black Hawk helicopter sent by the human military will go over to receive the Allspark. As for the remaining, it's..."

"Prime goes to evacuate civilians?"

"The Autobots are not willing to take lives. You may think that I am the best person to evacuate civilians, but compared to 'capacity', he is the most efficient."

"No, I know. I just think that scene is very similar to a kindergarten teacher chasing children into the car."

Ratchet: "..."

"By the way," she asked again, "Where are Mikaela and Bee?"

"Bumblebee's legs were blown off by Starscream, and the human girl was looking at him."

"...It was blown off?"

Well, it is. The Autobot medical officer watched the vague cracks appear on Blake's usually expressionless face, and repeated silently in his mind. Although she is obviously a soft human being, the words "Someone is going to be in trouble" suddenly popped up in his CPU.

"Mikaela." She and Panthera trotted over, and stretched out her hand to touch the blasted part of Bumblebee.

Some of the lines inside were crackling with arcs of electricity, "Bee, does it hurt?"

"Don't worry, sweetheart!...I have...cut off...life without pain!"

She frowned and nodded.

"Oh God Blakey!" Mikeala hugged her tightly, "I thought you were dead."

"How can I? Who is complaining to you?"

Bumblebee flapped the car door behind him.

"Okay, Bee is forgiven unconditionally for once." She took off the Armalite from her shoulders and said, "Now, I will act with you, Bee, and Panthera."

"Decepticons, attack!"

"Fire!!!"

"Let's go, we have to take Bee away. Panthera, you stay with Bee." Blake dodged a stone and quickly pulled Mikaela into the car, "The Decepticons' air crew is coming again."

"That's... Blackout..."

"Was him? The one who attacked the Qatar base?"

"Bingo!"

"I just couldn't choose the target." She showed a rare and cruel smile and said, "Mikaela, do you want to do something big?"

“…Let’s do this.”

As the words fell, Optimus, the leader of the Autobots, came through the wind and faced Megatron with his bare hands.

……

The battlefield is a mess. Flying sand and rocks, flying debris, metal sheets and tires rolling over from time to time, and burning cars flipping over in mid-air, all make the entire situation even more unfavorable to the human military.

This is an alien war. They all thought in unison, and they had almost no ability to fight back. It is completely powerless. Megatron even almost caught up with the civilian boy who protected the Allspark.

"Blackout!"

The black helicopter paused, and his red optics shrank suddenly.

There are humans. But he couldn't even see where the little bugs were.

This knowledge immediately put him on alert.

"Come out! Bugs!"

The next second, Blackout felt something running up behind him. He was about to fight back, but he realized that his body seemed to have been invaded by an unknown object.

Blackout: "?"

Immediately afterwards, his back armor exploded several times one after another, and error warning programs exploded in the CPU.

“Lasfedimagua!!! (Fuck you asshole!!!)”

"Bee! Shoot!"

A megathermal cannon flew out of the barrel and smashed into the dilapidated and unprotected propeller joint on Blackout's back.

The parts sprayed out in mid-air in an instant. Blackout looked down at his chest in astonishment. The spark on which he lives -

- It has been penetrated.

At the last moment when the optics and CPU stopped functioning, he still couldn't figure out where the "Blackout" sound came from...

“Holy shit…”

Lennox and Epps had successfully reunited fifteen minutes ago. Unfortunately, the target they picked overlapped with Blake and others. After a chaos, a group of soldiers who were already one step behind had time to start thinking of ways to kill the helicopter. But when the laser guns in their hands just marked the location -

- Blackout exploded inexplicably...

It wasn't until a Kawasaki Ninja 500R and a woman in military uniform suddenly jumped out from behind him that they finally realized what all this was about.

"That girl is freaking awesome..." Epps bumped his brother's shoulder, and later remembered that Lennox seemed to have "witnessed" a scene that he would regret not seeing, and couldn't help but say, "Man, you are so fucking lucky!"

"Let's deal with the rest!" Lennox shouted at the giants almost at the edge of his voice, "That boy - Sam still has the Allspark!!"

"Where is Optimus?" Mikaela asked ominously.

"Don't worry, he followed Sam and Jazz is with him." Ironhide kicked Blackout's head away and said appreciatively, "Yes, it was wonderful just now."

"And I was hit hard by gravity." Blake turned over and climbed onto Panthera, "Bee is going to take care of you, Mikaela."

"Where are you going?"

"Rescuing Sam and fighting for the Allspark." She responded jokingly, "Don't worry, heavyweight villains need heavyweight treatment."

"We'll wait here."

She nodded to Mikaela, and rushed to the white building ahead with Ironhide and Ratchet, who had transformed back into GMC and Hummer H2.

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Sam is facing an unprecedented crisis at this moment.

Forget it last time, Bee is one of their own, but now! Now behind him! It's Megatron, the boss of the Decepticons! ! Don’t be so terrible as soon as “his scene” appear on stage, okay? ! ! Sam feels that he will really develop PTSD on all fighter jets in the future! ! ! !

"I can smell you!"

"You can't catch me..." He ran all the way to the stairs, "You can't catch me!"

In the eerily quiet corridor, except for his crazy drumming heartbeat and rapid breathing, nothing else could be heard. However, just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Megatron's huge body penetrated the ground and jumped up.

"Shit!"

He narrowly dodged a marble fragment and climbed up the almost endless staircase. Sam subconsciously glanced down, then ran wildly.

……

"He's on the top floor!" Ironhide shouted, speeding up and rushing up.

"Saw the Black Hawk helicopter," Ratchet followed, "Sam is sending out flares."

Blake looked up, and a cluster of orange-red sparks ignited from not far away.

"Megatron will catch up with him." She held the wireless walkie-talkie Lennox handed over before setting off. After special frequency modulation, this walkie-talkie can be connected to the Autobots' insider channel, "I don't think the Black Hawk helicopter is necessarily safe, may be shot down, Sam needs my aid, Panthera and I will go over.”

"Leave Megatron to Optimus, don't do that yourself."

"Copy that." She pressed the accelerator indicatively, and Panthera immediately accelerated.

Sure enough, a second before Sam was about to throw the Allspark onto the helicopter, a missile struck and hit the Black Hawk's engine cowl.

“Watch out!!”

"Hold on, Sam!"

Optimus came to support from the rooftop of the opposite building. The helicopter emitted black smoke and passed over him, spinning and falling to the ground. Before he had time to mourn these heroic sacrifices of the soldiers, he saw a huge crater suddenly burst out behind the young boy.

"Nononono..." Sam had no choice but to retreat, and finally reached the edge of the top floor.

He held the Allspark in one hand and tightly wrapped the other hand around the decorative statue that was nearly three people tall.

Under his feet was an abyss.

"Is it fear or courage that compels you, fleshling?" Megatron's figure gradually appeared in the dust.

On the diagonal spire, Starscream is already standing there.

Sam was completely outflanked.

"Oh oh oh oh...oh my god...where should I go..."

"Hand over the Allspark, carbon base, and maybe I can show mercy and let you live as my pet."

"Ah!!" He almost missed the point and couldn't help but scream, "I will never hand over the Allspark!!"

"Oh...what an unwise choice..."

The leader of the Decepticons sighed in a half-serious manner, then without hesitation swung a chain ball from his right hand and aimed a casual blow at the bottom of the statue.

Sam was immediately forced to jump from the building amidst a pile of rubble and gravel.

“Aahhhhhh!!!! Oh……oh oh oh nonononono……!!! Noo----!!!!”

Blake repeated her old trick and once again let Panthera fly into the air with her.

"We will all die in this way!!!!!!"

Sam was pulled hard by her two hands and sat in the front seat, and then started to enjoy the first-person perspective experience for the first time in his life, "no seat belt, no track, face down, vertical, human body free fall" out-of-print experience.

"Shut up!!"

She yelled back from behind, clasping the handles behind her back tightly with both hands, forcing herself to open her eyes and look for a safe landing place.

"I'm coming."

Suddenly, an arrogant red fire cloud pattern on a blue background came into view.

She was startled, and then fell into his hand without any impact.

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Sam was holding the Allspark and was in shock. Before his brain could recover, he heard a low reminder in his ear to "watch the Allspark", and he was caught again and jumped alternately from building to building.

Blake understood that he was trying to slow down the impact for them as much as possible. At the same time, she also saw Megatron jumping off the top floor following him like a spirit behind him.

She and Sam were temporarily deafened for a moment, but the ensuing shards of glass, cement, paint, and dust immediately woke them up - they were forcefully knocked awake.

Blake was still trying to protect her head, but then a sudden shock caused her temple to accidentally hit the corner of the Allspark.

At that moment, in addition to the sharp stinging pain, she also felt a subtle electric current rushing in, and her heartbeat began to beat abnormally for the third time. Another wave of tremors, this time they were knocked straight down by Megatron.

The leader of the Decepticons landed on the ground 15 meters away, stretched out his fingers and flicked away a male human who fell next to him.

"Sam, you risked your life to protect the Allspark."

"No sacrifice," the young man calmed down his rapid breathing and said with still firm eyes, "no victory."

"If I can't defeat Megatron, you must stuff the Allspark into my chest, and I will sacrifice myself to destroy..."

"No."

Her cold voice suddenly sounded, Optimus paused, and the sky-blue's optics turned to her.

With just one glance, he suspected that suddenly -

- There seemed to be something quietly turning in the depths of those beautiful violet-toned eyes.

"Panthera, take it away."

Until now, they discovered that Panthera, who was originally supposed to be in the form of a motorcycle, turned into a beast mode at some point.

He blinked his purple optics, knocked Sam down, took the Allspark in one mouthful and ran to the other end of the intersection.

"Panthy!"

"Panthera goes to find Ironhide. There are too many people here. Ratchet, Jazz and him should go evacuate the crowd. What I want to ask more is, Prime -"

"- Do you think the death of the Autobot leader and the destruction of the Allspark can make that madman stop his invasion?"

Optimus looked away.

"I can understand that you are always reluctant to extinguish any spark when unnecessary. But sometimes being soft-hearted means falling into death."

Blake continued, "To be honest, I think Megatron will flatten the earth in anger and blow up the sun. Then send out every army to drive out all the Autobots instead of following the Autobots who leave the earth and even start a new battle."

“Decepti- means liar.”
"He is a liar."

She looked at Otpimus's eyes which appears some waves, made a final conclusion.

"He is no longer the brother you always thought he was. Be told by the Allspark."

The leader of the Autobots suddenly shrank his optics.

Panthera runs back again. In fact, he didn't go looking for Ironhide at all, he just walked around the street with the Allspark in his mouth.

She took it and handed it to Sam.

"Now you have the key of the fate of us."

Sam gritted his teeth, and with Optimus' silent acquiescence, he stuffed the Allspark into the spark cabin of the approaching Megatron.

Blake quietly looked at his ferocious face and every painful struggle, and the incoherent images that suddenly flowed in when she hit the Allspark kept popping up in her mind.

For example...

Optimus was originally a direct descendant of one of the seven Primes of Original Leaders.

Megatron was once the lowest miner on Cybertron, and later became the number one gladiator in the arena by chance.

Optimus actually regarded him as an object of admiration.

They had the same teacher before. It all started when Megatron attempted a military coup. The Supreme Council of Cybertron has the highest administrative power on the entire planet, and the person in power happens to be the elder of the Autobots.

And he wanted to overthrow this ruling method that was similar to the constitutional monarchy on earth, but unfortunately he gradually got lost in it.

Megatron then attempted to control Cybertron, and then sent troops to other planets, intending to establish an empire exclusive to the Decepticons.

Then, his best brother became Optimus Prime, completely breaking up with him.

They were once brothers who went through life and death. But now one of them is forced to kill the other.

They were brothers once, for real.

Blake took Sam and went to the ground with Panthera. Megatron's originally red optics flashed intermittently, and there was still residual heat in his spark cabin, and a small fragment of the Allspark lay quietly there.

No more fluorescent blue light -

- Only endless black holes remain. Just like his perverted desires and ambitions.

Just like after even Cybertron was revived, his purpose of snatching the Allspark was not only to rebuild Cybertron and then control it again, but it also included the possibility of colonizing other planets.

The leader of the Autobots stood up and looked at Megatron, who was lying on the ground and lifeless with his clear sky-blue optics.

He said, "You left me no choice, brother."

Jazz, Ironhide and Ratchet drove in from a distance, watching the scene in front of them without saying a word.

They won. Yes.

They have won.

"Optimus?" the medical officer asked tentatively.

"I'm fine, my friend." Optimus said in a low, magnetic metallic voice, looking at Megatron lying on the ground for the last time, and then stepped around him.

In fact, what Blake just said ruthlessly tore apart the traces of fantasy he still held deep in his heart.

He thought that maybe Megatron's conscience was still intact, maybe one day his insistence on life and freedom would impress his brother who had gone astray, and maybe Megatron would remember the last appearance of Cybertron.

Maybe he can finally recall the original intention of the revolution, maybe he just harbors resentment, maybe he is just angry from beginning to end about "why Orion Pax didn't stand by Megatron's side."

...But she reminded, he is no longer who Optimus thought he was.

The long war has caused him to neglect that crucial point. That is, Megatron’s background and experience are destined to create such a character.

Some beliefs and values ​​that are deeply rooted in spark cannot be changed just by a few words from others. Even though he and his teacher have been with Megatron for so long, it cannot be denied that compared to them -

- That Cybertronian who was once exiled seems to be the fate that Megatron cannot escape.

Optimus thought silently. Many people have tried to save it all, but as long as he doesn't want to hear it - even a thought - then it will all be in vain in the end.

There is no other way but to fight.

There is no right or wrong.

The only thing that was wrong was that day, that congressman, that mine in that district, and that one policy.

God's will. Cybertron is Megatron's misfortune; similarly, Megatron is Cybertron's misfortune. Or maybe……

They are all Cybertron's misfortunes.

NO DIFFERENCE.

……

Two hours later, the human military sent a post-war processing team to Mission City. Captain Lennox and his party were informed that they needed to make a briefing report directly to the Pentagon and the President, and had already left early.

In an instant, only the Autobot members and their special connections were left in the entire scene.

"Bee!" Sam ran over, with a heartbroken and ferocious look on his face, as if he was the one with the broken legs, "You good?... Please, don't nod. Ratchet! What about his legs? You... can you put the parts back together?"

"Don't worry, boy." Ratchet threw the wrench and the welding gun up and down with his hands smoothly, and strolled down the street, "It's just the legs."

Bumblebee immediately began to struggle.

"Quiet."

A wrench hit the bright yellow metal head with trembling tentacles. The little Bee is buzzing, and the CPU is cut off neatly and goes offline to sleep to death.

Blake stood aside quietly, finally unable to hold on any longer. The area within her sight began to sway slightly, and she suddenly fell to the ground before she became dizzy due to ringing in her ears.

"Blakey!" Mikaela held her hands, "You...oh my God..."

She saw an irregular color gradually spread out on Blake's dark green military uniform, revealing a dark, thick smell of rust. A piece of iron wire was pierced out of the clothes.

"Sam! Ratchet!"

Blake patted her arm comfortingly, pulled off the clothes near the wound, and then slowly opened her violet eyes that were still somewhat unfocused.

It's indeed miserable, she thought with a somewhat unsteady breath. It was probably because the action was so intense that the wound was completely messed up. To put it simply, the iron wires were all twisted together for some reason, leaving the area that was supposed to be healed like something that had been processed by a meat mincer.

She didn’t feel much pain, maybe there was numb.

"Don't worry," she realized that she couldn't speak normally, "maybe just now..."

"What happened just now?"

Optimus' voice, which rarely contained anger, suddenly sounded in her ears.

She turned her head with great difficulty, only to see a Peterbilt 379 covered in a layer of dust, but the silver-white Autobot logo on the front of the car was still shining brightly.

"You have to go to the hospital now."

Mikaela and Sam immediately helped her into the passenger seat quickly and carefully.

"Just now……"

"Jazz and Ratchet told me that you were dealing with Megatron alone." The Autobot leader vigorously and resolutely connected to Lennox's military channel and sent a series of message codes.

Blake wanted to roll her eyes but without much strength to do it.

The messy road on the battlefield was bumpy, but the shock intensity was surprisingly small, as if driving on a smooth curved surface.

"Jazz too."

"I know." He said, "This is a very dangerous move, and I've told him so."

You really feel like a hen protecting her young, she couldn't help but curl her lips and thought, suddenly feeling a sharp needle poking hard into the wound.

She can't do anything but only groan.

The car underneath suddenly stopped.

"God damn...Prime...do you want me to die?"

"...I'm sorry, but...your situation seems to be getting worse."

"I think it's an iron wire." She said in despair, "If you stop, you will be stained with human blood, and it will be in your body."

He started slowly again, this time as smoothly as if she were on a high-speed railway.

The chair back lowers slightly.

"You..." Blake said.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Has anyone ever told you not to take the responsibility all the time?" This kind of question takes time to communicate. It's better to ask it later. She thought this, and then subconsciously glanced at the horrific abdominal wound, and then admired herself for not fainting from the pain, and seemed to be too energetic.

More and more unscientific... She closed her violet eyes, feeling tired and sleepy.

"I'm just taking a rest." Then she let her consciousness sink into the sea. Of course, Optimus choked back the words he was about to blurt out -

- "Stay with me, Blakey!"

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After the Battle of Mission City, the White House issued a direct order from the President, and Sector 7 was finally disbanded.

Simmons and his team suddenly lost their jobs and were at a loss what to do. They have spent almost their whole lives in the imprisonment and reverse research of "NBE-1" - that is, Megatron - and the task of guarding the Allspark.

Now that everything is over, they don't know what to do. So of course, Sam is on Simmons' blacklist. The kind that “refuses to visit somebody who made me lose my job”.

As for the wreckage of Megatron, the Navy used a derrick to throw it into the Laurentian Abyss. The abyss is seven miles - about 12 kilometers - below sea level - the deepest on Earth - and the intense water pressure, combined with sub-freezing temperatures, would have crushed and buried these organisms.

Blake, Sam, Mikaela, Lennox and other military personnel have experienced the hardness of the Cybertronians' external armor, so they do not have much faith in the word "crush". On the seventh day after the war, Blake was finally with the medical staff - all former Sector 7, of course. Half an hour after Optimus sent the message to Lennox, Simmons used "little tricks" to transfer all the people in the infirmary into the hospital at an astonishing speed - and Ratchet's permission, packed her things up, got on the motorcycle, which is Panthera, and drove away.

If someone asks what are the “things”, Jazz could definitely tell them that it was the medical staff and Ratchet who prohibited her from eating more than 0.5 grams of chocolate a day.

These snacks with a bit high caffeine content are nothing more than sent by Sam, Mikaela, and Bumblebee - after hearing that she likes to eat this kind of refreshment -  and well, he seemed to have said less.

Did he say that under this premise, Optimus carefully avoided Ratchet's time to visit Blake every day?

Seems not.

Jazz followed the leader's rear and had a smooth ride. In their rare free time, they ran to a small hill to watch the sunset. Compare with the picture on the internet, the sunset on the earth in reality... is really beautiful...

Those colors always reminded him of Cybertron's former splendor and glory, but at the same time, they also always reminded him of the sorrow of Cybertron falling into the ashes of war.

It’s a pity that the Allspark is only lef...

"Has anyone ever said to you, 'Don't always do it all yourself'?"

Jazz suddenly regained his attention and listened intently to the question emanating from the radio on his body. Even it's not asking him.

"...I am the leader of the Autobots."

"I am your partner."

"Blakey, I..."

"I am your pilot, I dented your hood, Panthera can steal all Ironhide's weapons and equipment, Bee will support me, Jazz I can threaten him, Ratchet is absolutely neutral. So -"

"- We are almost the same."

Optimus: "..."

"I understand that you are not good at words, so what? Anyway, I understand what you want to express. You feel that humans should no longer participate in the fetal impact of Cybertron's war. You also want to shoulder all responsibilities yourself, but humans are always gossip and that can really terrible. Even if you don’t tell them, they can dig out the information they want from various places. Aren’t you afraid of using up your CPU?”

This doesn’t seem right. Jazz thought with a coolant.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me," Blake pretended to hold the steering wheel and stared straight ahead with her violet eyes, "I can ask Ratchet to copy all your programs while you are offline to rest. You know, we have some special instruments.”

Ironhide who behind them skidded for a few seconds, then quickly returned to normal.

"Blakey..." Optimus sounded a little bit… gave up.

"You do not harm humans, Optimus Prime. To be or not to be."

Who is the villain? Sam and Mikaela were also quietly listening, looking at each other and shrugging silently.

Optimus: "…………"

She showed a victorious smile, and the setting sun hit her raven-blond hair, making it even more full of metallic texture and a mysterious atmosphere.

"Speaking of which, have you... made any progress on my part?"

"Ratchet has confirmed time-space travel, but there is still no result on what principle allows you and Panthy to travel through universe. In the end, to our surprise, Blakey, the energy was indeed generated by you without any external force. Therefore, Ratchet deduced that the stimulation inspired Panthy's spark, -"

"-  It is you."

"...Me?" She didn't know how to react. Ever since she learned that the "new DNA" she made was actually the DNA of Cybertronians, she had given up hope in the logic of this entire world.

"Indeed, that's the most incredible part."

Could she be the twin of the Allspark? Blake thought jokingly as the hills of their destination gradually came into view.

She paused again and said in confusion, "Opten, you haven't finished what you said."

Ratchet's voice rang from the radio, "Allow me to take this. No matter how crazy it sounds. Blakey, our reasonable guess is that maybe you are not a pure human."

"What the fuck?" She said.

"What the fuck?!"

"What the fuck!"

Sam and Mikaela are finally exposed.

"...Wait a minute, is that mean you never turned off the insider channel?" Blake narrowed her eyes.

"That's not the point!!" Sam yelled in horror, "I thought the multiverse was enough! What about that 'not a pure human being'!! Are you an alien?! Blake, are you an alien?!"

"Hold on...," Mikaela suddenly grasped an important point, "if Blakey is not a pure human and can activate Panthy's spark, is that tell...?"

“She is an Earth human and Cybertronian!???”

"I don't know. " Ratchet also said doubtfully, "No matter how you look at her, Blakey's various characteristics show that she is completely human, but... she can do something that only Cybertronians can do -  even greater than ordinary Cybertronians' abilities.”

"Is this world still normal?!" Sam collapsingly shouted. And got out of the car with the thoughtful automatic door opening of Bumblebee.

"Blakey," Optimus also opened the car door, and then started to disassemble and reassemble from the front, "can I ask you something?"

He suddenly realized a question that he had never doubted before. This might be the key.

"What's going on? Opten." Blake, who had just put on the headphones to listen to Jazz's own music, took them off again and said.

"You never told us your last name?"

Sunny blue optical mirrors stared at his driver quietly, and his driver visibly flinched.

The whole team gradually fell into a deep silence.

"I don't want to lie to you, Opten. But can you first promise to remain absolutely calm?"

The big boss, who was wearing an arrogant blue background and red fire moiré, nodded slightly.

"Cybertron." She said every word -

- "My last name - Cybertron."

……

…Can he not calm down? Optimus thought.

Sam and Mikaela were stunned. Apart from the silent surprise of the Autobot leader, all the members were silent for few seconds, and then tacitly pressed a long series of loud horns towards Blake.

AND - “WHAT THE FUCK!!!” x4

Panthera lay lazily on the grass, looked here, yawned, and continued to turn over and bask in the sun.

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"- Without the Allspark, Cybertron cannot be revived. But fate has already arranged it, and we have found a new home."

"Now we have lived with humans, hiding in plain sight, silently watching over them, waiting for and protecting this young race."

"I have witnessed their bravery. Although we are far apart, they are the same as us. There is more to them than meets the eye."

"I am Optimus Prime. And I send this message to any surviving Autobot taking refuge among the stars. -"

"- We are here. We are waiting."

Blake sat on his right shoulder, and with the Autobot leader - the One Supreme - cast their gaze into the distance together.

Bumblebee stayed with Sam, and Sam and Mikaela finally became partners. Has all this eventually come to a happy ending?

She and Optimus looked at each other, and read the exact same thoughts as their own in each other's eyes, and both couldn't help feeling slightly warm.

Jazz’s own song is right.

It is just a beginning.
For the people of two worlds.
For the story of new home.
In the name of Cybertron.
Hoping there is no more loss.
The stars among the universe.
Invisible heroes and warriors.
Fight with your faith.
Fight for what we love.
Light will come and darkness fall.
Keep your heart in no longer fear.
If somebody agreed my words, you could shout it out loud by every period.
Bad guys still live, it is not all gone, though.
But never doubt.
That day is closing instead of halt.
Come my friends.
Come my family.
We are here and waiting.
The strongs will stand tall.
Til all are one.

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[British Indian Ocean Territory, Diego Garcia]

On January 1, 2008, the U.S. military officially established the "Nest Force." The full name is "Nonbiological Extraterrestrial Species Treaty". "NEST" for short, is located on an island off the coast of India.

The fact is that when this list of names was announced, the first one who jumped out to correct it was Sam.

Although it was of no use, his words were recognized by Major Lennox - who was appointed the top field commander of NEST after the Battle of Mission City - as well as Blake and Mikaela.

'What 'Nonbiological'! They are living creatures! Just as same as us. What's wrong with you? ! '

The above are his original words. However, the official name is not something they can decide. After a period of unrest, the military announced the list of NEST personnel.

There is no need to doubt that Major William Lennox and Master Chief Robert Epps serve as human commanders; while the Autobots, including Blake and Panthera, are led by Optimus Prime. As for Sam and Mikaela, they have a special relation protection, and her parents have also been included in the scope of protection too.

Speaking of why Blake became a member of NEST - she was not there, but went to dinner with Panthera's motorcycle mode - it is said that many Autobot members supported her to stay.

The reason is that as the owner of Panthera and her military exploits or strength in saving Bumblebee and Jazz, she has the right and responsibility to stay in the army.

But the reasons are indeed just reasons.

There are two real reasons.

The first is her identity, and the second is feeling. The last item was brought up by Ironhide, who was most willing to bicker with Blake.

【Besides that, doesn’t anyone feel this way? Doesn't anyone feel familiar about Blakey? 】

The answer is that other members do have this strange sense of familiarity. Especially Optimus and Ratchet. In short, the NEST unit is completed. It wasn't until they all moved to the base on Diego Garcia - Sam and Mikaela did not move in - that a sudden message finally resounded through the Autobots' insider channel.

A new batch of companions are about to land on Earth, and their location is set to be offshore of the base.

Blake raised her hand and pressed the button-type black earphone hanging in her right ear. She said something to Lennox and Epps who were still writing training plans at the table, and then the three of them walked out of the lounge together.

"Let's go." Optimus squatted down and transformed back into the front of a Peterbilt 379 tractor truck, " To welcome our old friends."

"I heard they are all badass?" Lennox's voice rang from the radio.

"Not much, The Wreckers and that guy are more badass." Jazz replied cheerfully, "But don't worry, the only one you should worry about is that guy."

"That guy? Which guy??"

"Sideswipe, we call him Sideswipe." Optimus said lowly and solemnly.

Blake tilted her head and stared at the steering wheel, "Opten, you haven't finished speaking yet."

"He is my disciple." Ironhide took over, "During his time on Cybertron, he served as the city's guardian, but the Decepticon's Digger warrior, the Demolishor, attacked the city and killed every resident, he is the only one left.”

"Damn shit," Epps frowned immediately, "it's totally humiliating him."

"It's easier for him to lose control, especially when he meets someone who is determined to take revenge."

Ratchet flashed the red rescue light on the roof of the car, "The coordinates are close."

A giant ship gradually emerged from the clouds outside. It came at a very fast speed, but it slowed down before approaching the land.

The staggeringly large shuttle was inscribed with a few words in Cybertronian - Bkap Elaus Dihash (which means "Sky Heard Ship"). The moment they landed, the waves rising into the sky were almost comparable to a small tsunami. Fortunately, they were not too close, so they were not affected.

Almost at the same time, as soon as the cabin door opened, two identical voices started to quarrel.

"My wiring is almost rusty!"

"The armor is rusty first! You idiot!"

"What an idiot!! We are twins!"

"You idiot!!"

"No, you are an idiot!!!"

"You idiot!!!!"

"You are an idiot!!!!"

Blake: "..."

Lennox: "..."

Epps: "..."

A huge screw flew out of the cabin and hit the two Cybertronian's heads with precision.

"Damn it, you all shut up!"

"Leadfoot! That's my tool!"

"I'll give it back to you in a moment! It's not like I'm going to dismantle your parts! Do you want to be dismantled?! Come on! Dismantle it!"

"Damn! Don't say weird things!"

Following the first few people who stepped off the spacecraft, it was Sideswipe - the disciple most similar to Ironhide.

"Sideswipe is right, Leadfoot. We still have female here."

"Do you look down on female? Topspin?" A clear and intellectual female voice said immediately, "Want to compete with who has killed more Decepticons?"

"Oh hey hey hey! Calm down Arcee, let's save this for the battlefield, right? Hey, do you think they will want to use my newly invented bomb?"

"I don't know, Que. But I can guarantee Dino will waste weapons."

The last Autobot member who came out was stunned, "Waste??? How can I waste weapons?! I japaguahalesmiuyabukehiiopate..."

"Punctuation mark, Dino, punctuation mark."

……

The group of people on the shore watched them noisily walking here with some speechlessness. Lennox asked in disbelief.

"Has it always been like this? Have they always been like this?"

We are no better. Blake turned her head and looked at Jazz, who was "playing" with Panthera with infrared light spots, and thought to herself.

The Autobot leader sighed helplessly.

“Autobots,” he said to the front, “we need to introduce each other.”

"Whoa! The leader, the boss! Who are these humans? Oh, they must be the boss' new companions! Hey humans, I'm Skids, and this is my brother - Mudflap. We are twins! Can you realize? You can realize, huh? It’s obvious!”

"Why are you introducing me to them! Idiot!"

"Who are you calling idiot! We are twins!"

"You idiot!"

"You're the idiot!"

Lennox: "..."

Epps: "..."

Exhausted.

Optimus was not turned into a antagonist by them is surely incredible. Cultivation is too great.

"Damn! Are you sick?" Sideswipe stepped on the underfoot pulleys and hit the two heads below with his fists, "Don't be embarrassing! ... I am Sideswipe."

"Topspin, affiliated with The Wreckers."

"Leadfoot, same as above, boys."

"Roadbuster, same as above."

"The Wreckers," Epps asked, "what kind of unit is that?"

"We are responsible for handling the most difficult and dangerous tasks." Topspin answered him, "'Thunder means, breaks and then builds'. This is our slogan."

“And we are Arcee.”

Arcee Three. As the name suggests, the three female Autobot warriors share the same spark. They are three independent bodies, but they are also one unified body.

"Wait, wait, so you are all... you?"

"Yes," they said in unison, "but if you need it, we also have different names: Acree, Chromia, Elita One."

But you all look the same. Lennox smiled an awkward yet polite smile.

"I'm Que! The weapons development science officer of the Autobots. Hey friends, do you need bombs? A new type, one will turn into three when thrown. It has an automatic positioning system, so you don't have to worry about accuracy!"

"We can talk about this later." Epps winked at him.

"Ha! Look! Just say they will like my invention!"

"No one bets you this! Yo bro, I am Dino."

"I am Jolt, one of the Autobot medical officers and also an electromechanical technician. The yellow-green one over there is my partner, and the one over there who is nothing but black is my teacher."

A wrench-shaped dart knocked his head off with great efficiency.

Ratchet said gloomily, "You'll come over to the infirmary later."

Jolt: "..." Oh oh.

"But then again, isn't anyone curious? Who is she? Who is that little dog?"

Panthera was so angry that he rushed forward.

“Wowowowowwowowow!!! Get off!!”

"Panthera," Blake raised her hand and patted the aggrieved panther, "this is a panther, not a dog."

He showed two sharp silver-white fangs in coordination and roared twice.

"Purple?" Arcee asked, "Why purple? Who are you? Does he listen to you?"

Blake didn't know which one to look at for a moment, so she could only scan them all, "I am Blake, he is my motorcycle, and currently Ironhide's partner. Panthera's eyes have been purple since the spark was activated. About me, the details are quite complicated. Opten has a detailed document and it will be uploaded to the insider channel network later.”

Sideswipe slid closer to her, narrowing his blue optics, "Human, what did you call him?"

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"Opten." She repeated without changing her face, "I owe your boss a car repair fee."

"...What the fuck?"

Optimus looked a little helpless and amusing. He knelt down on one knee and changed into the car mode.

"Let's go back to the base first. The file has been uploaded."

Sideswipe didn’t know why he cared about the “Opten” so much. Before his boss finished speaking, he opened it hurriedly. Of course, he was also the first to yell.

"Damn! What is this! What is this!! This is -! Why damn insider channel didn't turn mute!!"

"Calm down, Sideswipe." Ironhide began to persuade him, completely forgetting that he was more intense than him in the first place when he knew, "Calm down."

"Who the hell!...Damn!! What's the ending!"

Arcee finished scanning the car model and couldn’t wait to honk the horn. The space in the base is huge, and three times the amount of echo is enough to make people’s ears numb.

"Cool, I like this." She looked around and summoned an energy bow and arrow, "Wippy, wanna give it a try?"

"DO NOT call me Wippy!"

Blake doesn’t mind watching the excitement. Simmons once made a comment about her that has now become everyone's universal first impression of her - "As long as she doesn't speak, there will be peace in the world."

"Why? Wippy is smooth." She said.

"Don't call me Wippy!! You are not pure!!"

"I am not pure and I am not pure with your own kind. You are scolding your boss."

"Damn! You naiyufaelihageuta..."

One of the Arcee Three stood out and scanned the body of a blue Suzuki B-King motorcycle, "Punctuation mark, Wippy, punctuation mark. Hey, girl, I am Chromia."

"Nice to meet you, Chromia." She made a fist and touched the outstretched fingers.

"Blake, your name is Blake, right?" Skid came around from the rear left, and the Chevrolet Beat drove around her twice, "Oh... you are really a warm human woman, I can call you Blakey?"

Blake touched the front of his car, "No problem."

"What about me?" Mudflap chose a Chevrolet Trax sports car, "I also want to call you Blakey. But why Blakey? It sounds like a name that likes to eat black and bitter things on the earth. Do you like little things like that?"

"Yes, I do. In fact, I have a lot of them in stock."

"Cool!"
"Cool!"

"That's called chocolate, not some 'black and bitter piece of stuff'." Arcee herself walked over, and the light from the ceiling of the base shone on her, making the already dazzling red paint even more vivid, "You are partner of our boss?"

"I am." Blake looked up and had an intuition that this female warrior was the leader among the Arcee Three.

She guessed that this one was "Arcee herself", "You are the head one, right?"

"Yah! How do you know?"

"It feels like your spark energy is the center."

As soon as she said this, before anyone else could cast a surprised look, the base's alarm suddenly sounded.

"What happened!" Lennox reflexively put his right hand on the holster on his waist, and a soldier shouted down from an open platform above his upper left.

"It's the Decepticons!! It's the Decepticons' Digger warrior who captured the traces and signals three months ago -"

"- It's Destroyer!!!"

The next second, Sideswipe turned into a silver Chevrolet Corvette at lightning speed, and then rushed out of the base gate at extremely high speed.

"Stop him!" Jazz reacted immediately, and the ground at the exit suddenly bounced up with a row of iron spikes extending inward.

"Damn!"

Facing the murderous weapon that protruded towards him, he almost lost his grip on the accelerator, braked hard, drifted, and stopped just on the edge.

The young warrior's anger and anxiety overflowed all over the ground in an instant.

"He showed up! Are we still here!?" The Corvette began to disassemble from both sides of the car door, and the triangular blades attached to both arms had already been unsheathed, "What are you waiting for!"

"Sideswipe!" Ironhide shouted, "This is not a free battlefield! Put away your weapons!"

"It's just a scrap from the Decepticons. I'll catch up and kill him and then come back."

"Sideswipe!"

"Hello."

"What are you doing! I tell you human, don't think you are qualified to stop me, I..."

"I didn't want to stop you," Blake said calmly, sitting on the Autobot leader's right shoulder and looking straight at him, "I just want to tell you that this island is surrounded by sea, and you are a car -"

"- Gonna swim over there?"

She seemed to turn on some switch, and for a moment, everyone froze. Sideswipe was stunned for a long time, unable to squeeze out a word.

====

Demolisher’s wave frequency signal is famous in NEST’s enemy list. Except for Megatron, who has been dead for a long time, and Starscream, the Decepticon's chief lieutenant who is currently missing, he ranks fourth.

It was an astonishing and horrific attack. By the time NEST and the Autobots arrived, he had already caused heavy casualties and damage in the area, and took advantage of the time difference between transportation to get ahead and escape. According to Ratchet statistics, the number of victims is as high as 814, and there are countless people with serious and minor injuries, at least thousands.

Many months later, Demolisher's signal was intercepted again. However, the density of population of the area, where he is, made several humans present who were familiar with Earth's geography feel anything but reassuring.

Asia's East Asia region, the most important economic, financial, trade and shipping center, is located at the outlet of the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, at the central intersection of the eastern coastline, facing the Taiwan Strait, and China's largest city - Shanghai, known as the "Paris of the East".

Due to time and space constraints, even if they dispatched multiple MC-130P Combat Shadow transport aircraft and Black Hawk helicopters, they could not immediately stop the blasting fire that had spread in Shanghai.

"Listen up, China's statement is that the poison gas was leaked. The civilians in the rescue area have been evacuated and operations have begun."

Lennox and the Autobot members were on different transport planes. His responsibilities required him to take on one more task - The commander-in-chief of NEST's elite human soldiers, and said, "This is the third time that violent and destructive maniac has appeared in half a year. We have to make sure that the people don't know about it, so we must keep it secret."

"Yes, sir!"

"Autobots, No. 3 is heading from Area A to Area E."

A quiet and steady female voice came from the tail of the aircraft. The volume was not loud, but it clearly entered the ears of every soldier.

Her status is special and difficult to position, so since the establishment of NEST, no one has given her any rank, direct reporting, or affiliation. In the past two years, she had made them feel like a free-flying eagle, rotating between the big guys and the human military.

It was just a coincidence that a civilian woman bought a Cybertronian Black Panther disguised as a motorcycle. However, they always felt that this person's appearance was natural, as if she should have been in the army.

To put it more simply, it is probably the connection between the train carriage and the carriage. So did the boy who even "bought" Bumblebee outright. But she...

They can't describe it. Sam is the link, but she... no one knows or can accurately define which side she belongs to.

For example, now, this lady, who usually stays with the big guys, always partners with the humans when performing field missions, which is very strange.

"1km closer to target, southwest, Opten?" She pressed the black button-type earphone on her right ear and asked, "Is there anything unusual about Arcee in Area C?"

"The fixed point is in place" and "No abnormality" were heard from the earphone. She walked back from the tail of the plane and said half-jokingly.

"Sir, you should wear a pair of headphones."

"You've been saying this for two years. Two. Years."

Lennox looked up at her helplessly, "But, we all have microphone radios."

Blake shrugged.

"Something's not right," Ratchet's voice suddenly sounded from several people, "Another signal is coming."

"Which one?" Ironhide asked.

“Sideways.”

"That coward?" Jazz raised his voice, and the holographic projection on the driver's seat assumed an arrogant sitting posture with his legs crossed and his arms crossed his chest, "He has been huddled in his shell for so many years, why did he suddenly run out of the house today?"

"Who is Sideways?" Epps asked confused.

This was the first time they met this borderline-sounding Decepticon today, and there was no file on him on the NEST list.

"Sideways is an expert in intelligence reconnaissance and diversionary warfare of the Decepticons." Ratchet answered him, "He is timid and not good at combat, but he is very smart, but he should not be here."

"He's alone?" Lennox quickly picked up the point.

"Yes, maybe he is a trap, intending to attract our people."

"How far is he?"

"The nearest one is Arcee, which is 5.832 kilometers away."

Oh wow, that’s an exact number. Lennox raised his eyebrows, "We're almost there. Everyone, ready to parachute!"

"It's a jump, sir, like a sugar glider."

“Too cute.”

The cabin door slowly lowered, Blake took off her goggles and jumped out of the transport plane first.

500 meters ahead, a huge figure came into view accompanied by deafening explosions and fire all over the sky. She clicked her tongue, guessing it was at least as big as five Optimus.

"Ground troops!"

"The armored transport vehicle is 200 meters to the left of the target!"

"Waiting for orders!"

"Ironhide! Going in your direction!"

"I can smell it. The energy fluid on the Decepticons smells as bad as a septic tank."

"Hey man," Jazz teased, "remember the 'self-esteem' thing?"

"Damn, you're the only one who can figure it out, you old pervert."

"Don't chat at this time, okay?!" Lennox landed smoothly and neatly pulled out a sniper rifle with night vision goggles from his back that could shoot 6,000-degree high-temperature armor-piercing bullets, "That is a big guy! Really big guy!”

Sideswipe has almost run out of patience. In fact, he was wearing down his patience along the way. Demolisher - that damn scrap that deserves to be rebuilt in the melt furnace and preferably be devoured by Unicron is right there. And he actually has the willpower to stay in a small, stupid place like Area B that even the fucking Scraplet doesn't bother to visit, doing nothing!

"Hey! Are you done? That guy is right there!"

“Calm down Sideswipe, it’s now a collective action.”

"Fuck the collective!" He finally couldn't help but flipped back from the Corvette to his own body, yelling angrily, and the underfoot pulleys moved anxiously back and forth on the ground, "Didn't you say 'center'?! What's the point of 'center' if you wait? ! Sooner or later this place will be in flames!"

"S..."

“Save it, Ironhide.” As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the triangular blades out of his arms and flew out from the standby position towards the Demolisher's position.

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"Damn it!"

The ground assault troops were caught off guard by him and froze on the spot, but the ensuing spray of sparks and steel fragments immediately forced them to retreat several meters away.

Human power was simply unable to stop the Cybertronian warriors who were mostly at least one floor tall, let alone Sideswipe, who was in front of them with a terrible murderous aura all over his mind. He was literally wrestling with the Demolisher, slashing and slashing, and the non-stop shock waves and shells almost created a vacuum.

Everyone can see that he is completely willing to die in close combat, but Demolisher's size cannot be killed by Sideswipe alone. Especially at this moment, his emotions were ignited with unprecedented anger and ruthlessness. Although he was risking his life, he had no fighting skills at all and was full of loopholes.

Sideswipe has blown up two viaducts, three factories and an entire street. Fortunately, ordinary people have evacuated long ago, otherwise NEST will end badly after today.

"Sideways is heading to Area B!" Retchet roared in the insider channel, "Call Sideswipe that idiot back!"

"I'll hold it off first." Arcee activated the three bodies at once and quietly drove out of Area C.

Epps protected his head and dodged a small piece of cement flying towards him, with a rare serious look on his face, "Transport Plane No. 1 let Optimus parachute down." He held the microphone radio, "Who can help me get through to Sideswipe? Connection, I want privacy connection.”

Sideswipe happened to blow up a huge circular crater on the ground, but did not hear this sentence. Thirty seconds later, Optimus airborne from the transport plane, but Sideswipe suddenly stopped all attacks, taking advantage of the moment when the enemy's attention was drawn away, and retreated to Area B without hesitation.

"What?" Lennox had no time to express his surprise, "Now fire!"

In an instant, including Blake, thousands of artillery fires from the sky and the ground were blasted towards Demolisher.

……

Sideways cursed while fleeing.

Arcee Three cooperated flawlessly, chasing him all the way to the point where there was almost no way to retreat. The roar of an engine suddenly approached, and a long horn was pressed as it passed the Ironhide in Area D.

Sideswipe rushed back from the main battlefield.

"Bring in Sideswipe!" Ironhide shouted, Arcee immediately slowed down to both sides of the road, and Ratchet in Area A was ready to go.

Sideways almost cried, why did he, a Decepticon who was least good at fighting, encounter so many Autobot scraps who were best at fighting! !

"Clear path!" Sideswipe canceled the car mode and quickly turned into the corner on the underfoot pulleys as if drifting.

He is 2-3 times faster than Sideways, and was originally right behind the enemy, but now he appears from the front. The triangular blades plunged hard into the asphalt road. Sideways was shocked. Unable to react, he braked fatally slow for half a beat, but was perfectly split in half by Sideswipe's right-hand blade.

Even the spark cabin is firmly split into symmetries.

Can't be any more dead.

"Damn I'm good."

"'Damn I'm good'...?" Blake instructed Panthera to jump on Demolisher's head and bite off his orange optics. The sniper rifle of the same style as Lennox's in her hands was aimed at the only support where the target stands, which is the two super giant tire connecting rod joints, "Wippy, I'm impressed."

"Damn I'm good."

"Damn, there's no need to repeat it."

After a period of training and actual mission operations, she no longer needs to worry about inaccurate aiming. Armor-piercing bullets spirally erupted from the barrel one after another, and together with other soldiers, they cut off one of the joints.

"The target is shaking!" Epps shouted, "Keep shooting!"

Optimus raised the checking cannon and aimed it at the spark cabin. Unexpectedly, the last rod joint of the Demolisher suddenly broke without warning. The gunfire eventually deflected a little and blew off his right arm.

During the fierce siege, the Decepticon's digger warrior who Sideswipe most want him to die tragically in his life finally fell.

Massacre of the city, and finally he was not asked to witnessed the massacre again.

"Hold your fire!" After Sideswipe has finished solving Sideways, returning to the main battlefield immediately, "Optimus."

“Permission to speak, my friend.”

"I will explain everything, but now, I still have unfinished words." He slowly slid closer to Demolisher's struggling body, and the blade that had just killed Sideways was directly pressed against the spark cabin below.

"You die absolutely, but -" he said,

“-Not under my swords.”

Then he stepped back.

Blake was slightly surprised, moved closer to Epps, and asked in a low voice, "What did you say?"

"I'll explain later."

The Autobot leader looked at him deeply, said nothing, and raised the checking cannon again, his deep and solemn voice echoing in the air.

"Any last words?"

"You are not worthy to rule... this planet..." Demolisher said intermittently, "The fallen shall rise again..."

Blake, Lennox and the others immediately darkened their expressions.

Optimus' tone remained the same, he loaded the cannon and said calmly.

"Not today."

The only remaining orange-colored optics of Demolisher finally darkened completely.

*

Operation Shanghai was marginally successful. As soon as the NEST troops returned to the base, General Moschauer, who serves as the bridge between the country and NEST, immediately connected to the video conference.

Apparently, the government is a little angry, and even more obviously, it's because there's a member of the Autobots they can't seem to control - Sideswipe.

However, the general seems to trust NEST more, perhaps because the miscellaneous government officials are all smiling assassins that even a baby can see it. Lennox and Epps didn't even need to explain too much, so the Autobot leader, Optimus Prime, who usually wanted to apologize, was forced to change the subject.

General Moschauer holds the rank of General of the Army Special Forces. Strictly speaking, he can be regarded as the direct commander of Lennox. Now this somewhat defensive commander clearly pointed out that the answer he wanted to hear was not why Sideswipe was angry, but Why the Decepticons' attack doesn't seem right, and who The Fallen really is.

In fact, they had already analyzed these questions during the return voyage, so the difficulty was not that the answers were unsystematic, but that the story was too long and took a long time to tell.

To put it simply, the first question: This attack by the Decepticons is purely a suicide operation, and Demolisher is obviously a big target. However, Sideways appearing halfway is really unreasonable.

Since this investigator's biggest weakness is that he is not good at fighting and timid, it is absolutely impossible for him to expose himself to such a dangerous situation. There is only one possibility -

- Sideways was dropped by Demolisher. Guess he was considered troublesome.

As for why they went to such great lengths to carry out an attack that wasted troops, it was entirely the usual bad taste of The Fallen.

Make it bigger, at least it can intimidate the person he wants to intimidate. It can cause casualties and achieve the purpose of threatening, even if it sacrifices some manpower, it is wothy.

Although both players are important powers, The Fallen doesn't care about that.

He is a complete lunatic.

He will kill whoever he wants to kill.

Then comes the second question: Who the hell is The Fallen? All eyes were instantly cast on the several Autobots present. Jazz was about to give a rough description, but Optimus took away the chance to speak before he could.

A rather exquisite and delicate history of Cybertron unfolded in front of them. It was the origin of The Fallen - and even Cybertron - and the origin of the Great Civil War.

……

At the beginning of the universe, there was only one wandering Allspark in space - the origin of Allspark is unknown. Later, it gave birth to the two most primitive organic autonomous intelligent mechanical life forms - Primus and Unicron.

Primus is the light side and Unicron is the dark side. After billions of years of fighting, Unicron was finally sealed to an extremely remote planet, and Primus took Allspark to escape to the core of a planet in the orbit of Alpha Centauri - that is, Cybertron.

Thousands of years passed, and he began to try to use Allspark to breed new mechanical life.

Primus used Allspark to cultivate the first generation of Cybertronians, the so-called "The Original Thirteen Primes", seven of whom hold the title of Supreme Prime. These seven Supremes established the famous "Primus Dynasty" on Cybertron in the name of Primus.

After another quite long time span, they gradually discovered that the star in the galaxy were dying and would no longer be able to supply the energy that Cybertron would need for its long-term existence. Therefore, Primus once again used Allspark to create a new group of Cybertronians, namely "The Seekers", and let this group of seekers set out into the universe to find stars that can provide Cybertron energy.

They created something called "Stellar Harvester", which can be activated with the "Matrix of Leadership" as the key.

The Matrix of Leadership was specially created by Primus from Allspark for the Supreme Primes, so that one of the Supremes could become the supreme's leader as a symbol of leadership of Cybertron.

There was no other life around Cybertron's first star. With a stable energy supply, Cybertron is thriving, its prospects are prosperous, its population has increased, and it has officially ushered in its first prosperous age. At this time, Primus has gradually integrated with Cybertron.

After millions of years, Cybertron's energy supply star will wither and die, and a team of seekers happened to detect a new star, so the seven Supremes took it into consideration. Unexpectedly, there is already life around this star, and disagreements begin to occur.

There are a total of six Supremes who advocate keeping living bodies alive, and the only Supreme who advocates claiming star. This form an overwhelming situation. But the Supreme whom insisted on going his own way, which is claiming the star, snatching away the Matrix of Leadership under the pretext of one-on-one peace negotiations and forcibly activating the Stellar Harvester, causing the surrounding life forms to become completely extinct due to the loss of energy supply.

At this point, the remaining six Supremes united to resist, while the one who accepted the star rebelled and established himself as "The Fallen".

……

"...If I didn't know what Decepticon looked like," Epps lamented, "I wouldn't even say he did something wrong."

"Freedom and equality are the rights of all the sentient beings." Optimus said in a low voice, and the clear blue optics dimmed a few degrees, "Even that was... for Cybertron."

Blake leaned on the platform on the second floor, feeling slightly oppressive.

She understood that he was a man who could not tolerate evil in his eyes, and that he was perfectly righteous and moral from the moment he became conscious. Such a lofty and noble belief indeed endowed him with quite beautiful qualities and personality. However, at certain times, it also made him have to give up those things that were difficult to separate from in his life with great pain.

Just like now, just like Megatron once, just like that dark night when she and Panthera were taken away - maybe -

She couldn't help but stretched out her hand, put it on his right arm, and applied gentle pressure.

Optimus noticed something strange and turned his head to stare at her.

"Megatron was instigated by The Fallen," the Autobot leader continued, his eyes narrowed. This action made him look a little lonely and fragile, "We have been fighting the Cybertron Civil War for four million years."

"...Four million years?" General Moschauer said with no expression on his face.

"The physical structure of Cybertronians is special," Ratchet explained. "four million years is a long time, but it is not a large part of the average life span. ...But it is still long enough."

It looks like it could destroy the entire Cybertron.

"I will report back to the Ministry of National Defense," General Moschauer put down his hands that were always supporting his chin, as if he intended to end the communication, "As for the one or two problems that soldiers will have more or less, I believe you can handle them well."

"Yes, sir."

Lennox and Epps performed a standard military salute, and then communications were cut off.

"Then now," Blake looked at Epps and raised her eyebrows, "you can eventually tell us -"

"- Epps, what did you say about to Sideswipe?"

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He curled his lips and whistled, "I didn't say anything. I just told him, 'Your boss wants me to tell you that Shanghai is not Shanghai, so stop, this is an order, so Shanghai is just Shanghai'."

Optimus stared at him confused.

"Oh come on Optimus, they listen to you the most. I know there is a big language error in this, but who knows, he would never have thought of so much at the time."

Optimus stared at him confused.

Epps: "..."

Still Epps: "...Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You know Sideswipe well, my friend." He said solemnly, "I hope he won't cause you too much trouble from now on. If he does, please tell me."

Epps: "?"

Ironhide, who had been silent next to him, finally cast his gaze over in surprise, "Prime, do you want to destroy the base or what?"

"No, Ironhide," Blake immediately interjected, her violet eyes filled with gloating, "I think it's good, at least Wippy won't have any extra time to think about other things in the future."

Because he will definitely save time to choke Epps to death.

====

College season preparations are about to begin. Since the battle of Mission City, Sam has finally lived peacefully for another two years.

Bumblebee has been staying in their garage for the past two years, occasionally going shopping on the street, occasionally chatting with the Autobots or sending messages in the insider channel or group, and occasionally helping Sam to please Mikaela. However, all this is about to come to an end for the time being.

Because Sam is going to college.

So he was a little excited to the point of stiffness, and he had been staying motionless in the small garage since yesterday, as if he was really just a sports car, but the CPU was already running to the point of burning out - a cheerful car that could make the ceiling burst into pieces with radio broadcasts at any time.

A bright yellow Chevrolet Camaro sports car.
Common sport car.

At the third minute when he was seriously thinking about whether to do it like this, a small noise suddenly entered his detector system, like the signal sound of poor communication, flowing back and forth like snowflakes.

As a warrior's instinct, he immediately felt something was wrong. Sure enough, Sam's roar confirmed this the next second.

“BUMBLEBEE!!!”

Bumblebee crashed into the garage wall without hesitation. The moment he transformed from the Chevrolet Camaro back to his original form, he was also stunned.

Countless small Cybertronians are shooting bullets crazily, such as juice machines, vacuum cleaners, electric cookers, televisions, microwave ovens... He didn't stay long, the CPU only stalled for about 1 second and then quickly launched a counterattack.

"Aaaahhhh!!!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!"

Sam and his father hid next to the repaired fountain, and the soil and green debris splashed from the lawn fell all over them.

A small bomb exploded from the room above and to the left of them, sending wood chips, tiles, and cement blocks flying into the sky again.

"Okok!! Stop!"

Judy - his mother - said "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahhhhhh!!!!” running out of the courtyard. As a result, she bumped into a greenpotted plant hanging under the eaves and fell on her back with a bang.

"Stop!" Sam shouted, almost crying, "That's enough! Go back to your garage!"

"UUU!" Bumblebee's voice box buzzed meaninglessly, and he spread his hands with a look of "You asked me to blow it up!".

"Go, I'm about to have a nervous breakdown! Go back to the garage quietly!"

"UUUUUU."

Blahblahblah...Blahblahblah...looked on his face again, he stamped his feet inexplicably wronged, turned around and walked towards the garage.

"Whatever!"

"Go back to the garage! Now!"

"Fine!" He intuitively felt that this matter seemed more serious than it seemed on the surface. He turned the big round blue optics and still connected to the Autobot message group.

Several police cars and fire trucks have arrived outside, but in addition to the rescue team, Mikaela also came. It was the call Sam made just now.

"Sam, what happened?"

"Listen," he secretly thrust a small plastic jar into her hand, "put this silver fragment in your bag."

"……What?"

"Hurry and take it, hold it first, and then I'll explain it to you." He pulled Mikaela into the garage, where Bumblebee had just finished sending the message.

"UUUUU."

"You still can't speak? Bee?" Mikaela asked with concern.

"No, he is just pretending that he is not well yet." Sam said expressionlessly, "Bee, I want to talk to you about going to college..."

"I'm so excited~! And I just can't hide it!"

He watched his boy start singing and dancing, and suddenly he felt guilty.

"Hey, I can't take you there."

The little bee chirped and went out in an instant. The small wings - the car doors behind his back immediately drooped in despair, and even the two antennae on his head were flattened off.

"...I'll wait outside." Mikaela withdrew thoughtfully.

“UUUUUUU……”

"Listen to me, Bee, freshmen are not allowed to drive. ...Hey, if I had the choice I would definitely take you there, but no."

“UUUUUUU……”

"...But you are an Autobot. You shouldn't stay in my dad's garage all the time. You will be bored. You can live more comfortably."

The little bee's blue optics flickered and looked at him aggrievedly.

"...Don't be like this, I'm in trouble too, hey, look at me, okay? Bee, please, you don't have to protect me all the time. Your mission is over, I'm safe. You can join the other companions, now I just want to be a normal person and go to college. I can’t live with you forever.”

What Sam said was actually well-intentioned, but Bumblebee still waved his hands in "heartbroken" and then started to burst into tears.

"...Come on, this is not the last time we meet. Don't cry, you make me sad, Bee."

Bumblebee bursts into tears.

"You will always be my first car. I love you, Bee." Sam walked out of the garage.

Bumblebee locked the water tank switch valve and continued to read the accumulated messages in the group.

【Ratchet: Did you notice how it appeared? 】

【Jazz: What's the situation now? 】

【Arcee (Arcee): Doesn’t sound like a planned attack. 】

【Arcee (Chromia): It was an accident. 】

【Optimus: Prioritize the safety of Sam's family and report back after the mission is over. 】

【Ironhide: I added Blakey, Lennox, and Epps to the group. Maybe the military needs to send bodyguards. 】

【Blake: Chro is right. If it was a planned attack, the Decepticons would not be so low-key. But the question of Ratchet is very important. 】

Bumblebee quickly entered a string of codes and sent it out.

【Bumblebee: Mission report! I was in the garage and didn't see what it was, but I seemed to pick up their noise and it appeared very suddenly. Already processed. It's just that I think things are not simple. 】

【Optimus: Got it. We'll wait and see what happens, and I'll discuss it with Major Lennox and Chief Epps. 】

【Jazz: Wait, Optimus, I have a feeling of familiarity. Is this similar to Panthy’s birth of spark? That kind of 'sudden', 'unprepared', 'without warning'. 】

【Ratchet: Sam is definitely 100% carbon base, nothing else. And the chances of us meeting a case like Blakey's are simply lower than The Fallen's return to the right path. 】

【Ironhide: Damn there's no comparison, Ratchet. 】

【Blake: What if, I mean if, if the Decepticons find out about this matter? 】

【Arcee(Arcee): They will find him and ask for everything. 】

【Arcee (Elita): They will do whatever it takes to find out how to spark a spark when there is no Allspark. 】

【Arcee (Chromia): And an army.】

【Bumblebee: Sam’s college doesn’t allow freshmen to drive, so I can’t follow. 】

In the base, Lennox, Epps, and Blake were huddled in front of the same computer. The three of them looked at each other, and then invariably looked at the Autobot leader who was maintaining the car mode.

Optimus flashed his headlights.

Blake understood and turned back to type a few keys.

【Blake: I'll go. 】

【Optimus: Bodyguard has been dispatched. 】

……

Forty-eight hours later, Blake got on Ironhide's GMC and headed to the airport on Diego Garcia. Since the White House eventually sent a national security adviser to "concern" Sideswipe's situation, Optimus had to stay at the base.

As for whether the consultant was called "Grovey" or "GLORY", it was not an issue she wanted to pay attention to.

What she cares about most at the moment is still the group of little Transformers who appeared inexplicably at Sam's house. Two years ago in Sector 7 under the Hoover Dam, she touched Panthera's spark energy to control the volume density of the Allspark. She understood at that time that there was an inseparable relationship between the Allspark and the spark.

She privately deduced that there was a high possibility that the energy of the Allspark remained in Sam's…… body or house anyway. But if it was energy, then those things would have been produced before the day before yesterday or even at the day when Mission City's battle was overed , unless the energy was covered up by something.

It's impossible that Allspark's power put off like this long time to generate some machines' conciousness.

…What else happened in the Battle of Mission City?

Blake had been thinking about this problem for the entire flight, until the moment the plane meal was served, she suddenly had an epiphany.

The silver tinfoil turns the lock like a key. She remembered that Sam put the Allspark into Megatron's spark cabin with his own hands. If a small piece of debris fell on him at that time...

Sam still has the Allspark fragment in his hand.

She immediately wanted to use her cell phone to notify them, but then she remembered that Internet use was prohibited on the plane, so she had to put it back. Blake unconsciously stroked the plastic fork in her right hand, feeling an ominous feeling welling up in her heart...

Hypothesis.

Suppose that because of Bumblebee - maybe even Sam - the Decepticons have been secretly placing undetectable spies lurking around Sam's family during this time...

If they want to snatch this fragment again...

What can be done...? Her violet eyes suddenly sank, and her fair, calm and beautiful face was rarely filled with dark clouds.

…Megatron is still in the sea.

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Reality has proven that Grovey or GLORY is indeed a very unprofessional consultant.

He did speak from the standpoint of "National Security", but these statements were too personal and ignored the overall situation, and he had a bad tendency to inadvertently reveal intelligence.

General Moschauer, who was online again, neither wanted to speak nor had to speak. Epps was more direct, with a layer of obvious impatience on his face.

"Since the so-called Allspark has been destroyed," Grovey borrowed a ladder and walked up to the platform, asking questions from beginning to end, "why didn't the enemy leave the earth as you said? With all due respect, General, after the Shanghai incident, the President felt that you, there, have a problem with executing the mission." He turned to Optimus and started another unrelated topic.

"According to the Autobot Confidential Cooperation Act, you agree to share intelligence information with us, but you did not share weapons technology."

"We have seen human beings' militaristic habits. There will only be harm if weapons technology is made public."

"But who are you to judge what's best for us?"

"We have been fighting side by side for two years." Lennox finally couldn't stand listening.

"We go through life and death together, and we shed blood and sweat together to maintain peace." Epps stood beside Optimus' legs and shouted upwards, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head.

"Shoot your gun, soldier, it's not your turn to speak."

"Gosh, don't tempt me." He then left the scene angrily.

"Easy." Optimus soothed.

"So what do we know now?" Grovey continued to ramble, "We know that the enemy leader, codenamed 'NBE-1' - aka Megatron, is lying rusting under the Laurentian Abyss, surrounded by underwater reconnaissance systems and Round-the-clock submarine surveillance. And the only remaining Allspark is locked in the most secure base in the world. No one knows what the enemy wants?"

【The most ridiculous person here is you! Scrap! 】

【Sideswipe, calm down. 】

【Damn shit calm down! I just want that guy Blake to come back right now! Then blast this scrap away word by word! 】

【Sideswipe is right, Blakey - that girl is absolutely perfect at this. 】

【……】

"There is only one conclusion! What the Decepticons want is you! The Autobots! They are here to hunt you! What could be more worth hunting? The Fallen is about to be reborn?? It sounds like something is coming."

"Man I wish Blakey was here now." Lennox whispered.

"If we conclude that in order to maintain our national security and we no longer want you to stay on Earth, are you willing to leave peacefully?"

【Let’s just say that the Decepticons are not so dedicated. 】

【No! Jazz, where did you come to that conclusion? 】

【Hey, guys who participated in the Battle of Mission City, do you still remember the topic of 'old pervert'? 】

【Damn, you look most like the 'old pervert' here, Jazz. 】

【Don’t be like this, Ironhide. 】

【Get off. 】

"Freedom is your right."

Optimus' CPU was buzzing, and they had muted the insider channel since Blake got on the plane. He hadn't thought too far before, but his chief lieutenant, Jazz, accidentally stirred up that memory, and he even backed up the images from that time.

He continued, "If you ask, we respect it. But before the president of your country makes a decision, I want to ask: What if we leave -"

"- And you are wrong."

He used an affirmative tone.

Grovey was gagged and couldn't reply for a long time.

"That's a good question." Lennox nodded secretly to Optimus, almost looking like he wanted to put a high-profile statement like "Bruh, you are so fucking handsome" on his forehead.

====

[University of Pennsylvania, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA]

Blake paid and got out of the taxi.

The bell rang just in time. She looked up at the light blue sky and the milky white altocumulus clouds, and for a moment she thought of Optimus' warm and gentle gaze.

That is sometimes too unlike a leader's gaze.

Anyway, she picked up her shoulder bag - so that she wouldn't look weird. Even though the bag contained mobile phone, weapons, and other special supplies - it wasn't that he didn't look like a leader, but that looked more like a… eldest son.

More like a big brother. The big brother who can take pains anytime, anywhere.

She smiled involuntarily and took out her mobile phone from her backpack.

This mobile phone is no longer the original one. After all, electronic technology is a consumable product, so not long after NEST was established, the military got a new one for her.

Not only that, but all "special functions" that are not found in normal mobile phones are also installed. For example, Autobots' shared message group, insider channel, NEST senior official encrypted group, and which Autobot thought it was very fun, so they also set up an encrypted group specifically for chatting...

No message was displayed on the lock screen. Blake glanced at it and threw it back, thinking that maybe no one had seen it yet.

She arrived late. The freshmen had all moved into their dormitories and were in a hurry to meet new friends. At this moment, there are only a few senior students on the huge campus discussing reports, enjoying afternoon tea, or falling in love.

She stared expressionlessly at the couple kissing each other so happily under the big tree that they almost rolled into a ball, and walked straight towards the dormitory on campus.

Blake won't follow the script, meaning she won't stalk Sam like an old perve...oh Jazz... The purpose of the Decepticons was clear enough. She had to find Sam immediately and tell him clearly.

Even though they all know in their hearts that Sam just wants to be an ordinary college student, not a soldier. But -

- It’s already too late.

Opten was right, she recalled that from the moment Archibald Witwicky found Megatron under the Arctic ice, the family could no longer escape.

That is a branded imprint, passed down from generation to generation and will never end. But there is a very serious problem at the moment, Blake continued to think expressionlessly.

Where is Sam...? It’s so big here, where to start?… She sighed softly, feeling deeply inexpedient.

"Hello?"

Blake came back to her senses, "Yes?"

"Are you lost? You are a newbie, right? Oh, I know, this problem often arises. Don't worry, kid, I am the dormitory officer of this building. If you have anything to need, you can tell me!"

The officer smiled brightly, and it was so bright that it was weirdly over-the-top. She couldn't help being speechless and glanced at the small zipper bag in her hands calmly.

Marijuana.

"I'm here to see my cousin," Blake said without any obstruction, showing a perfect smile, "I heard that he lives in this dormitory and his name is 'Samuel James Witwicky'."

"Samuel...," the officer was a little disappointed when she heard that the girl in front was visiting relatives.

She flipped through a large pile of information in her hands, "0315, turn left on the third floor and go forward to the eighth room on the right."

"Thanks." Blake smiled again and walked towards the stairs. The cell phone in the bag suddenly rang, and she immediately realized that it was a fellow Autobot who came through -

- Because the ringtone is a song composed by Jazz.

“Til all are one”

She set the exclusive ringtones of all members of the Autobots to this.

“Blakey.”

She was stunned for a while.

"Blakey?"

"...Opten."

"What's wrong? Blakey, something doesn't sound right to you." Optimus's low, magnetic, metallic voice surrounds her right ear, feeling a little ethereal, like an echo.

Blake laughed silently, and just imagining could tell that he must have a confused and slightly worried expression now. Although his body structure is completely different from human, the Autobot leader seems to be frowning at this moment.

"I just didn't expect you to actually use this line." She said as she walked, "Did you get the message?"

"Got it." Optimus' tone didn't change, "Have you confirmed it?"

"Still on the stairs where we can find him, Opten. By the way, have more guard ships and air forces been stationed in the Laurentian Abyss?"

"We are trying," he looked up at Lennox who was busy, "maybe there is not much hope."

"Sam's safety and Megatron are the two most important routes. If the military's support cannot be invited, then we will have no choice but to kidnap Sam." Blake said half-jokingly.

“…Sounds terrible.”

"Opten, what are you going to do? We still have an ace."

"Stand strictly, I hope this won't make us feel unprepared."

"I have a bad premonition about the Allspark. In fact, The Fallen mentioned by the guy from Operation Shanghai made me feel familiar, ominously familiar."

"Familiar?"

"Indeed. A kind of... indescribable familiarity."

Optimus was silent for a few seconds, "I'll keep an eye out, Blakey."

"I don't think we need to be too persistent? Maybe it's just because I once came into contact with the history of Cybertron from the Allspark, although I didn't see or hear him that time."

"But it's still important, Blakey. You're an indispensable one."

She felt a little warm in her heart and said gently, "It's my pleasure. But I saw Sam. You can continue to discuss it. I will send the message to the NEST group in thirty minutes."

"Copy that, protect yourself, Blakey, don't get hurt."

"Yes, boss." Blake teased him, "Also pay attention to the safety of you and other partners."

Then she cut off the communication.

Optimus watched the call bar projected by the CPU in front of him go out and remained silent. On the platform, Lennox also ended his brief meeting with General Moschauer.

"Hey Optimus, the general and I reported it. He needs time to organize the files before submitting the application to the top. You know, those babies in the government..."

"..."

"Optimus?"

"..."

"Optimus!"

"Oh... Major, what's the matter?"

"I said, I have already reported it. But it may take a long time. We need to rely on ourselves."

"Our goal is Sam's personal safety. After Blakey checks her guess, I will send Bumblebee there."

Lennox raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "Were you in a daze just now...?"

"...Just thinking about one thing, don't worry, Major."

"The leader of the Autobots also needs to rest," he said clearly without breaking the point, patting Optimus' left arm armor, "even if you are an autonomous robotic race."

Sky-blue optics gently watched Lennox walk down the platform, and then looked away. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Ironhide standing there, looking at him inexplicably solemnly.

"Ironhide?"

"I know you were in a daze just now and haven't forgotten to send the message. Ratchet has already put the 'clues' into the folder."

His million-years friend - also a weapon specialist slowly approached, "I want to tell you something. There is a beach outside the NEST base."

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…

Blake looked at Sam with a serious look on her face.

“Say that again.”

"I gave it to Mikaela!" He also had a bad look on his face at this moment, "Oh my god, but...but if there is a spy, Bee can't not find it, right?"

Will the Decepticons not hide their own wave signals when monitoring a human being protected by the Autobots? She returned to her expressionless expression, her violet eyes staring at Sam motionless.

Sam broke out in a cold sweat, "Shit...I'll call Mikaela now."

"While you are poking off your phone, I will notify Opten to send Bee over."

"Where did he go??? Oh, yes, yes," he made two calls, but the person on the other end didn't answer the phone, "He should have gone to protect Mikaela. Damn it...why didn't she answer the phone!"

"Then Bee will come to us after picking up Mikaela."

"Okok, ...why doesn't Mikaela answer the phone!!"

"Shh," Blake immediately moved forward to cover his mouth, "I'll contact her, you continue to do your thing and don't cause them to attack in advance. Mikaela is very smart, if anything happens, she already knows what to do to deal with 'that' emergency. Besides, it's Tuesday and she has to help her dad's car factory."

Yes...yes..., Sam calmed down his heart that almost jumped out of his chest, "I have a freshmen party tonight..."

"Go. For double insurance, I'll put a tracker and a bug on you."

"...What...what?"

"My little cutie." She took out two black balls as small as fingernails from her bag, "A masterpiece from Q and Ratchet, here you go."

"Who is Q?"

"New Autobot members, if you have the chance, you will get to know each other." Blake pointedly said, "I think that day is not far away."

……

On a coastal beach with a beautiful scenery, two huge figures cast a whole shadow.

The sky was as blue as ever, but there were no clouds. There were only a few crabs and a few shells washed up and down by the waves in silence. Lennox and Epps leaned against the pillar at the base's entrance, their eyes always looking there, but their mouths didn't stop. However, they didn't seem to be talking to each other.

"Hey Epps," Jazz's still cheerful voice sounded from the microphone radio, "we're all concerned, you know."

"Autobot adjutant, Huh?" He responded with a look of "I don't believe it", said, "Brother, Lennox doesn't believe it either."

"Oh, don't be like this. Hey, Twins, don't keep pushing over! You can obviously hear it on the radio!"

Epps: "..."

Lennox was helpless for a moment, "Aren't you too crazy? Does Optimus know that his Autobots all have these styles?"

"Boss has always known, so he has been helpless several times, and now he has almost given up on first aid." Cromia in Arcee Three joked, "But, what are they talking about? About that girl, right? Blakey huh?"

Lennox: "..."

"...It's hard to hear clearly even from such a distance..." The major who was led astray tried hard to "detect" and said, "Why don't we just turn off the shielding for Optimus and Ironhide, but then we won't be able to talk."

The entire insider channel was silent for three seconds, and then the voice of the Autobot leader rang out from everyone's broadcasters - and radios.

Epps looked with a ghostly look on his face as he watched the sudden change in the personal style of the bestie who had been through life and death together.

"No Ironhide..., I don't know..."

"No, Prime, you know it yourself, spark dosen't lie. You already have a weakness."

"..."

"Come on, this is very important. Prime... no," Ironhide moved his eyes from the sea to him, "one of your old friends, let me call you now -"

"- Orion Pax."

Silently, all the eavesdropping Autobots, led by Jazz, took a breath.

Orion Pax.

They haven’t heard this title for more than four million years. That was Optimus' name as an ordinary Cybertronian before he was named "Supreme Prime".

When he was Iacon's librarian.

Optimus' body visibly stiffened.

"If this will allow you to put down your other chores for a while, Orion." Ironhide said again, "Just a Cybertronian."

"...I think you are right, old friend." He slowly made a movement similar to human exhalation, and then sat down directly "very un-Optimus" - on the beach - "Ironhide, she has a sense of intimacy. It's like... she should have appeared and stayed."

The Autobot leader... Oh, Orion stared at the setting sun, his right arm resting on his bent right knee, " And affinity.”

"Everyone feels this way."

"Although she is hundred percent human, ...her surname is 'Cybertron', she has activated Panthy's spark, and can even be linked to the Allspark."

Ironhide was extremely speechless, "You are still inaccurate, Orion, you have been the same for four million years. ...Okay, then I will tell you what you wanna talk."

Orion looked embarrassed.

"Uh...sorry?"

"..." A certain worried old man who was painted black looked even darker, "Damn..., you want to say that you think Blakey is a bridge between Cybertron and Earth, but in essence, it seems to belong to our side, not humanity.”

He nodded.

"Ratchet is still researching it. In fact, the image you captured in Mission City is one of the most important clues. It doesn't seem to be a human body structure, but a gear." Ironhide also sat down.

"She is different, very different. This is what I am worried about. She comes from a time and space where Cybertron does not exist, but she has transformation technology. I am worried that the seriousness of the matter will..."

"Stop, Orion, I'll do it. What you mean is that the Decepticons may have done some dirty deeds in private, and Blakey was their victim without knowing anything about it."

"……Yes."

"It's impossible, Orion. Cybertron only has Space Bridge and Ground Bridge technologies, there is no such thing as Quantum Bridge."

Orion turned to look at him, lowered his gaze and blinked.

Ironhide patted his right shoulder and said, "Anyway, I believe everything will gradually become clearer. Now, it's time to get down to business."

Didn’t they get to the point...? Orion was confused.

The eavesdroppers were equally confused.

"Orion, please tell me based on your spark instinct," the Autobot weapon specialist stood up, his whole person inexplicably majestic, and looked directly at a certain stupid guy on the ground with a pair of blue optics, "Is Blakey your weakness? Or, other than a confidant -"

The eavesdroppers held their breath and waited solemnly.

"- Have you fallen in some kind of affection with this person called 'Blake Cybertron'?"

Orion Pax stared at the projected figure in front of him as if he had been hit hard - a waist-length, supple, jet-black hair that occasionally reflected a slight rainbow in the sun; a pair of gentle, yet slightly distant violet eyes, but facing her companions, it has unreservedly soft and warm; a calm and steady voice, often with a careless or mischievous smile; she is also very comfortable to get along with.

Blake.
Blake Cybertron.

His companion. His comrades. His driver. His partner. His……

There was a sudden fluctuation in the CPU, a warning data suddenly jumped out, and his spark trembled hard in a flash.

"Orion Pax!" Ironhide shouted loudly, almost unable to resist the urge to pull the pointed audio receptor on his old friend's head and shout inside, "I'm asking you what you mean!"

Lennox and Epps stood at attention in shock, standing extremely straight. The other Autobot members were as sluggish as if their CPUs had crashed.

In fact, Orion was also about to crash, but his super grumpy old friend just didn't let him successfully log off and restart.

"Say it, say it quickly, say it quickly!" The two human commanders of NEST, who were not sure what they were excited about, shouted silently on the spot.

"I..." He hesitated for a long time, then slowly said, "I just think that she's understand me, know me, match my Spark."

"Suits me very well,” He continued, “we have a good tacit understanding. Just..."like soulmate.

He didn’t say the last sentence. In fact, he stopped for a moment and couldn't say it.

Several Autobots who had known him well since he was Orion slapped themselves on the head.

"Like soulmate." Ironhide answered kindly.

A gust of sea breeze blew, Ori... Optimus stood up from the beach in silence.

"It's a pity..."

"No." Ironhide stopped him, his eyes a bit dangerous, "Don't do this to yourself, Prime."

The leader of the Autobots was stunned. Finally, he has nothing to say.

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The party hall was in full swing, with a group of college freshmen partying like crazy.

It's a quiet night outside, but demons are dancing around here. Desserts, cakes, drinks, and light drugs all appeared in this banquet that was gradually getting out of control.

There are mixed sounds of gasping in the dark corner. No need to think too much or doubt, it’s that thing.

Sam, his roommate, and several of his roommate's friends - who together run a video website dedicated to breaking news about aliens - chatted harmoniously at the door with Blake, who had blended in smoothly.

As for the content of the chat, it is nothing more than "beautiful girls", "hot girls as hell", "going to bed", "having sex", "hunting for beauty", etc., which are not very suitable topics to bring up in front of any woman. However, Blake looked normal, but Sam was a little frightened, and he almost lost his mind when thinking.

Leo Spitz - the roommate - was so excited that he was almost madness. Blake still carried her bag and stayed next to Sam with a "I'm cousin" look.

The smell of smoke filled her sense of smell, and she calmly cut a piece of cake.

"Cousin Sammy, enjoy it."

Sam: "..."

"Who is Sammy!" He took the cake dumbfounded, "When will Bee arrive? Has he picked up Mikaela? Is she safe?"

She looked at the location coordinates and messages on her phone, "There are still ten minutes left. Mikaela has already picked up, she is safe, and the Allspark fragment are still in her hands."

"Oh thank God."

Sam breathed a sigh of relief, and then there was a sudden "buzzing" sound in his head, and his whole person suddenly felt empty.

"Wait..., Blakey, I don't seem to be quite..."

Blake looked up in confusion, only to see him poking his right index finger into the fresh cream on the edge of the cake as if he was possessed by a demon. Then he started writing on the table like crazy, with a face that kept twisting ferociously like an infinite loop of lag pictures.

"Sam?" She immediately became alert, snatched the cake plate from his hand and wiped the words on the table, "Sam, wake up or else I will blow you up."

He was frightened and suddenly returned to normal.

"Hey! Whose is that yellow Camaro outside?"

"Bee is here," Blake pulled him over and quickly retreated to the door quietly and low-key, "Let's go."

However, the shouting of the party supervisor has attracted the attention of some people, including Leo.

"Freshman! You two!" the person in charge said in a bad tone, "Whose car is that?"

"Mine, mine." Sam said without looking back.

"Hurry up and drive away! Freshmen are not allowed to drive, remember!"

"Right away, right away."

Leo ran up in amazement, "Oh my god! You actually have a car?! Why didn't you tell me!"

"I've only known you for seventeen hours!" Sam got into the car and closed the door neatly. "This will make life easier. I'll leave first."

"Wait a minute! Hey, is the co-pilot your girlfriend? Oh -!"

He ate a mouthful of smoke coming out of the exhaust pipe.

Blake stayed quietly in the back seat. She didn't need to answer other people's questions, so she could clearly see the slim figure coming out from behind Leo like a ghost in the rearview mirror. And the strange female's look, no matter how she analyze, it is like -

- How creepy.

She quickly jotted down her appearance and other characteristics, then took out her phone and quickly opened the Autobots' shared message board. But when she was about to press the first letter, she stopped.

【Optimus: @Blake @Bumblebee The ace of the base has been stolen. 】

Scrap.

She cursed an ultra-orthodox Cybertronian curse in her mind and responded immediately.

【Blake: Why would they know? Was the base hacked? 】

【Jazz: It's eavesdropping. 】

【Blake: Who? 】

【Ratchet: Chief Intelligence Officer of the Decepticons - Soundwave. 】

【Sideswipe: Damn! No one but him can set up such a firewall like that! 】

She suddenly realized something was not quite right.

【Blake: Who's that stupid guy? 】

【Sideswipe: Who else! That fucking mattress! ! 】

It was the US National Security Advisor who she had no intention to know whether his name is "Grovey" or "GLORY".

Blake sighed.

【Blake: I don’t know why I’m not surprised. By the way, one thing, I saw a Decepticon next to Sam, a spy-bot with disguised carbon-based technology, and human skin was female. 】

【Ironhide: What about her appearance? 】

【Blake: It's too late to take pictures. Bee and I have picked up Sam and Mikaela. 】

"Blakey."

A familiar deep voice suddenly sounded from the loudspeaker in the front seat, "Bumblebee will take you to a remote cemetery, and I will meet you there in ten hours."

"Copy. Where are the others?"

"Jazz will temporarily serve as the person in charge and stay at the base with them on standby."

She nodded - even though she understood that Optimus couldn't see - after all, the fragments of the Allspark on Diego Garcia had been stolen, and there were a lot of things and troubles to deal with.

"Optimus?" Mikaela, who had not spoken a word from beginning to end, finally asked tentatively, "Hey, listen to me, I know this sounds really ridiculous but...but -"

"- But I caught a Decepticon."

The broadcast went silent, and between Blake's shocked gaze and Bumblebee's calmness, which seemed to have been informed for a long time, Sam screamed in horror -

- “YOU WHAT!!!!!!!!”

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The actual situation is worse than Blake imagined.

That National Security Advisor - Grovey's speech has officially extended the White House's position to everyone in the base. Even though she had made mental preparations long ago, she didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

The two words "The Fallen" are like the sword of Damocles hanging over the head, crumbling, making people feel anxious and uneasy. But at this point in time when they can't live safely without the Autobots, the government began to intend to expel these guard warriors from the earth.

She simply doesn’t know whether to call it dumb or seeking death.

Probably both.

However, it is undeniable that they do need a bond to temporarily appease the hands of this group of politicians, and it is obvious that Sam is the most suitable one.

A boy who once held the coordinate of the Allspark, a boy with a long family history, a boy who faced the obsession of the Decepticons.

As for Blake, she is definitely not on the list. She has long been labeled as "the least trustworthy" by the group of government officials who are suspicious of everything but do not doubt their own correctness.

All this requires a thin cooperation letter that can be shredded at any time but is still necessary. Optimus's tall figure was gradually revealed around the corner, with the blue and red fire-moiré paint against the light.

It was intimidating at first glance, but she felt that this sight was not glorious.

The Autobot leader looked very helpless.

Helpless and powerless. Or said had no choice.

After all, even though he said that to Grovey, so what?

Just as he and his teacher couldn't turn Megatron's thought back, he couldn't turn the self-righteousness and pride of these politicians round.

But he really didn’t want to see a second Cybertron, let alone see the earth he had long considered his home follow in Cybertron’s footsteps.

"No, you can just take away the Allspark fragment, right? I'm just a college student with general problems. I should stay in school. Instead of walking into Congress and becoming an alien diplomat, I can't."

"Sam, but..."

"No," He interrupted Mikaela's persuasion, "By the way, didn't you catch a Decepticon? Give him or her to them too, really."

"I remember you wrote something in the banquet hall." Blake never put down her hands holding her chest, "Even if you don't want to, you have to come with us. It's probably because of you and the fradgment of the Allspark had come into contact before."

"Wrote something? What thing?" Mikaela asked urgently.

"Maybe I'm just too tired, right? A few patterns don't mean anything." He did not answer his girlfriend's question, "Besides, it was only once, and there is no evidence that it was because of the Allspark."

"For safety, Sam, stay with u..."

"I said no!"

Blake was slightly stunned. The moment she met Sam's gaze, she actually saw strong resistance and anger in it.

He is scared.

"You are Autobots," he continued, looking up into sky-blue optics that were gradually becoming silent, "and you are Optimus Prime. You won't need me."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Mikaela into the Chevrolet Camaro, leaving only a transparent plastic test tube and a knee-high iron box on the ground.

“…We do, more than you know.”

Optimus didn't slowly utter this sentence until the bumblebee completely disappeared from sight. He doesn't toughen Sam's return, even his... references to "safety."

"He is afraid." Blake said firmly.

"I can feel it, Blakey." He crouched down, "Sam has never been a combatant. You think he wrote something in the banquet hall?"

"No matter how I think about those abstract symbols, I feel they are inseparable from the Allspark fragment."

Blake picked up the test tube and kicked the iron box, "Opten, I would like to ask Bee to follow Sam instead of me. Now I need to confirm this more."

A voice came from the iron box, "Hey! I remember they said that humans are all soft creatures!"

"I've already told him. What do you want to confirm?"

"I want to try what is called 'inciting rebellion'."

She took out a small square object from her bag and pressed several mechanisms on it. In just a few seconds, Armalite, which was in the form of a rifle but actually came from Cybertron's transforming elemental technology, suddenly appeared in her hand.

The dark muzzle was pointed at the edge of the box. She calmly picked up the key that had fallen aside and unlocked the lock. Then she walked to the back and revealed it.

"Human! How dare you burn one of my - !"

"...What's one?" Optimus looked at the tiny Decepticon who only had one optic len left in front of him. He was silent for three seconds and still asked in such a unnecessary manner.

"...An eye!"

Wheelie's spark was shattered, "Boss! She actually blinded one of my eyes! Oh, luckily you rescued me. Boss, do you know how small and crowded the iron box is? I feel like I'm about to reach the claustrophobic of a human being."

Optimus was silent for a few more seconds, then helplessly and amusedly turned his gaze to Blake, who was silent behind Wheelie.

She looked back with a serious smile, but the crazy laughter in her violet eyes completely exposed her true mood.

It turns out that "inciting rebellion" means this kind of "inciting rebellion"...

"Blakey..."

Blake blinked innocently, "What?"

Wheelie almost jumped out of fright, "You...were you always there!"

"The person who blinded you is called 'Mikaela', but if you behave cleverness, I will ask her not to blind the other one." She raised the armalite on her hand and said in a demonstrative manner.

"Boss! Leader! Hurry up! Save this poor me who is just a small soldier of the Decepticons!!"

Optimus subconsciously caught the "poor little Decepticon" rushing towards him, and he actually began to feel that Wheelie, with only one red optic len left, looked like a prisoner of war who had been tortured thousands of times.

Very pitiful kind.

"Opten," Blake finished organizing everything, glanced at Wheelie, who was leaning into Optimus' hand with all his strength, and smiled slightly, "I put a tracker and a bug on Sam, for double protection. Even if we don’t with him twenty-four hours, there's no need to worry about losing contact.”

This is the biggest reason why she chose to incite Wheelie. As for why he was not killed on the spot, it was because since Mikaela had the ability to accept him, it meant that the combat effectiveness of this Decepticon was not high, and killing him would not actually increase the reward rate.

What's more, the fact that he can be stuffed into an iron box shows that he is not very big. If the incitement is successful, he can be brought back to the base to play with Panthera.

Furthermore, he didn't even have the strength to escape from humans, let alone the question of whether he had killed Autobot members or humans.

A Decepticon is so pure -

- Then he can't be a real Decepticon.

Opten would not be willing to kill him.

Wheelie's surrender was so complete that Optimus had no choice but to contact the insider channel to inform other members of the new partner's joining, so that no one would accidentally kill him because of the misunderstanding.

Look. Blake instructed him to get into the passenger seat, and then raised her gun to blow up the prison cell.

What Wheelie really wants is revealed at this moment.

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Four hours and 45 minutes later, Optimus and Blake received the insider channel message from Jazz at the same time.

"Optimus, Megatron's life signal has appeared."

"Where?"

"Ratchet detected him exiting the atmosphere of Laurentien Abyss. I think I know what Megatron is going to do."

Not only Jazz knows it, they all know it too.

The Fallen.

"We will pay close attention to Sam's movements." Blake put on the single-sided wireless headset and clicked on the green circular icon on the phone, "The horizontal distance will not exceed two kilometers. We are monitoring. Sam is currently in the classe at the University of Pennsylvania’s School of Astronomy, and the Decepticons’ spy-bot may be nearby.”

"Spy-bot?" Wheelie said suddenly, "Spy-bot! I know that guy! Oh, that's a pervert. He obviously doesn't have a 'data transmission interface' but likes to turn into a human woman. He always transforms himself for experiments. Oh, it's so disgusting. Ugh......"

"Are you the surrender that Optimus said?" Jazz said with a cheerful voice that never dropped, "That's very good. I will tell you more about the topic of 'pervert' when I have the opportunity in the future. Now, Wheelie, tell me, do you know what they're going to do next?"

"I don't know, sir," he rubbed his hands nervously, "but if what this officer just said is true, then we are in big trouble."

"Sir? What did you say?"

"Isn't the female lady who is with the boss an Autobot chief...? She said... She said that the boy you are looking for once wrote some strange abstract patterns. She suspected that the boy had come into contact with fragment of the Allspark. The side effects.”

The remaining three people were silent for a while, with different thoughts coming to their minds.

Blake was a little dumbfounding and said, "No, Wheelie, I am not the leader of the Autobots, I am a member of the Autobots. But I did infer that, since I can obtain knowledge from the Allspark, why should Sam no?"

"But you are different, Blakey. You may have parts of ours." Optimus deleted a string of garbled data from the CPU.

"What if, I mean if," Jazz pushed the content he overheard that day back to the bottom of the database and asked uncertainly, "What if it's really possible? Optimus?"

Optimus was silent for a while, seeming to be thinking about something, "I think we need to hear what the 'big trouble' the new companion said will be."

Wheelie stood on the seat and turned his hands, with a slightly excited tone, "Oh! It's finally my turn to show off my skills, isn't it? No problem boss. As far as I know, that guy - Soundwave - sent out the robot dog from his Cassetticons who's named Ravage stole your oh...our shard of the Allspark, and that shard was then used to resurrect Megatron, which was terrible. To make matters worse, the second shard of the Allspark on the boy were I - was - discovered it. If all this is true! The boy's portrait came from contact with the Allspark fragment, it means that the Allspark has 'passed on' the knowledge to him. And most tragic thing is -"

"- The Decepticons will find this 'Incarnation of the Allspark' at all costs."

"Then what?" Blake gradually frowned as she listened to the movement on the other side of the earphone, "What are the Decepticons going to do?"

"We...oh, they have a small body surgeon, Scalpel, who will cut open the boy's head. You know, the human brain is an information storage area, just like our CPU."

There was silence in the car, and there were a few noises coming from the radio.

It should be that Jazz was copying the conversation and uploading it to the Autobots - all their previous communications were through private connection.

"What's wrong? Blakey?" Optimus asked doubtfully, "Are you okay?"

He noticed that she was unconsciously holding the steering wheel tighter and tighter.

"I think we should take action." Blake exuded a hint of murderous intent, and her eyes gradually darkened, "Sam had a problem in class, and he was communicating with Mikaela. Fortunately, he finally realized we were right."

The Peterbilt 379, painted with red fire moiré on a blue background, suddenly started its engine. Although it maintained the model, Optimus could still see that in Blake's violet eyes from the driver's seat -

- Once again, the structure of gears rotating in opposite directions appears.

While silently checking her body indexes, he speeded up and drove away from the cemetery.

====

Sam froze on the spot, the green color in front of his eyes showed that he had another "attack" just now - on the wall of the dormitory - he even destroyed half of the poster wall of his roommate Leo.

Oh god oh god oh god...Blake is right, Blakey is right...Optimus is right! He screamed crazily in his mind and hurriedly reached for his cell phone to make a call, only to realize that it had run out of power at some point.

"Damn it! At this time!"

"...Oh my God..." Leo walked in, holding his head in disbelief, and asked with a questioning look, "Bro! Are you on drugs! What are you doing!"

"Oh oh oh!! Leo, you... uh... have you ever heard a bad song? The kind that you can't help but hum and hum over and over again? I mean..."

"Okok...stop, stop, Sam." He looked around the room in appalled, "Even I forget it that you went crazy and destroyed my dormitory. Now I'm bringing a hot girl back to have a party! You're embarrassing me!"

Hot girl? What hot girl? Is it Mikaela? ! Sam glanced sharply behind him, but unfortunately it wasn't.

"I knew you were special..." The girl, with only the word "sexy" doesn't paste on her body yet, walked past Leo and walked into their dormitory.

"Whoa oh oh...hey! I have a girlfriend!"

"You can pretend you don't know."

"But I've seen it. I can't do it while watching my friend cheat on his real girlfriend in front of me and sleep with a pervert."

"Blakey!"

Blake pressed her right hand on the holster on her waist, where there was an M9 pistol equipped with improved armor-piercing bullets.

"Leo, I'm sorry you got involved."

"What? What's involved?...What the...Blake, is that a gun?! A gun!?"

She aimed her sight at the center of the chest of the Decepticon spy-bot disguised as a female human. The girl's face gradually turned cloudy, but no other flaws were revealed.

"I'm sorry...why are you pointing a gun at me..."

"Do you want me to directly open a hole in the spark, or do you want to just show your true face and have a fair show?"

Sam's eyes widened in an instant, and he stood next to Blake with a quick step.

His whole body tensed up.

"Spa-what?" Leo still didn't understand the situation, "Wait a minute, what are you doing!"

"I beg you to shut up!" Sam yelled.

Alice stared at the muzzle of the gun that was still not lowered. After a second, her eyes were focused, than body arched, and the human skin began to fade away from the face, and the fine, delicate and complex metal circuits and joints hidden under the skin were finally exposed.

"What the hell!!!!"

Sam covered Leo's screaming mouth and ran outside. Blake pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Alice - a male body - emitted a meaningless high-frequency sound from the voice box, raised his right hand and fired a string of bullets forward.

"Shit." Blake dodged and used the wall to cover her figure. However, the next second, the wall she was leaning on was blasted with a big hole by the shell.

"Blakey!"

Sam shouted at the top of the stairs. She did not hesitate, turned and ran in the direction of the sound, and quickly threw a Three-in-one guiding grenade provided by Q as she passed Alice.

A scream immediately came from the dormitory.

"Run. Where is Mikaela? Is Mikaela here?"

"Who is Mikaela!!" Leo shouted and asked as he ran, "What is that!! What the hell is that!!! I even slept with her in my dream!!!!"

"Now you know it's not okay! Those are alien robots! Don't you understand?! The ones you uploaded to the Internet! She's the bad one!" Sam yelled back.

Blake protected them and hid under the bookshelf in the library, took out her mobile phone and sent a message.

"She? No, you are both wrong. Not she, but he."

Sam and Leo's expressions rarely synchronize at the same time.

"Fuck!"

"Are we just hiding here? She...he will chase us! He will chase us unless we are dead! Where is Optimus? Where is he!?"

There was the sound of explosions at the gate.

"Megatron is resurgence. The Decepticons are now out in force. Opten drove me here and rushed to support the others. Didn't you inform Mikaela? Where is Bee?"

"Statue! The statue outside!" Sam got up, and the tentacles behind Alice were only one meter away from them.

"Run!" Blake shouted, grabbed Leo's wrist, and ran towards the side exit with Sam.

The sky was filled with smoke, sawdust and cement blocks. Alice slowly followed up from the layers of beacon fire.

In the center of the square where the statue is located, a bright yellow Chevrolet Camaro is parked steadily, its headlights flashing regularly.

"Bee!" Sam called him, "Quick, quick, quick! Mikaela, did you be attacked?!"

"I didn't!" Mikaela stared at the rearview mirror nervously, "Wow, she's here! Bee go!"

"Who is Bee!!!"

"Shut up!!"
"Shut up!!"

"Bee is the car you are sitting in. He has specially modified himself for the capacity." Blake turned around to look at the situation behind the car, and an idea gradually took shape, "Hey Bee, you know what happened on Cybertron if we commit something called 'hit and run'?”

"Yeah!...This is great...Sweetheart..."

“I’m sitting in the body of an alien!!!” Leo screamed excitedly.

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"Shut up!!"
"Shut up!!"

Bumblebee drove around the square twice, but none of the bullets from Alice's machine gun hit him. The bright yellow sports car passed the road next to the statue for the last time, then slammed on the brakes, turned the steering wheel, and the front of the car was instantly aimed at Alice.

"Houston...roll out..."

Then he pressed the accelerator, accelerated to catch up with the Decepticon spy-bot, who was trying to escape when he saw the situation was wrong, and ran over him fiercely.

“YES!!!!!!”

"Shut up!!"
"Shut up!!"

"Shut! Up! What else are you hiding from me?! There are so many details that I don't know!!!!"

Leo was on the verge of going crazy and breaking down in the back seat, "What kind of normal reaction are you doing!! Sam! Mikaela? Mikaela! And Blake!! Who are you!!"

"Is now the time to say this?! Shut up now!!"
"Concentrate! If you don't want to die, be serious!"

“Am I not serious!?!???”

Blake was buried in the messages on her phone and had no time to pay attention to their quarrel.

Now she began to suspect something else. On the way from the cemetery to the University of Pennsylvania, Jazz opened an insider channel and asked Opten for support in dealing with the mobilized Decepticons, but why did the Decepticons attack there?

Isn't Sam here?

Isn’t the “Incarnation of the Allspark” here?

She scrolled through the message records back and forth, trying to find clues from the conversation, but the Decepticons' actions seemed to be logical.

First, Soundwave's Cassetticon - Ravage attacked their base on the island of Diego Garcia, stealing fragments of the Allspark to resurrect Megatron. Secondly, the Decepticons began to launch raids in the eastern United States - and it was some distance away from the University of Pennsylvania, but it was not far, but it could not be said to be close. They could indeed carry out large-scale destruction, leaving the Autobot members with little ability to take care of everything.

Then ordered the remaining warriors to outflank from the west.

But why does she just feel like something is wrong?

The last message was sent by herself, and the content was "Sam SOS". Regardless of what they wanted Sam's brain to do...

Wait.

Her eyes widened slightly. The Decepticons wanted Sam's brain...or rather, why did the Decepticons want the "knowledge" of this fragment of the Allspark?

It means that the abstract patterns he wrote down when he was lost his mind all have meaning. What's the meaning?

Blake unconsciously clenched her cell phone, thinking right now, she couldn't help but think of The Fallen.

Is their purpose of digging out "knowledge" at all costs for this lunatic?

Or is it to accomplish something for this madman?

After all, the Decepticons came to Earth two years ago to seize the Allspark. Could it be that they were driven by The Fallen - That's a simple thought, his status was much higher than that of Megatron.

What exactly is this "knowledge"...

“Oh oh oh oh!!! Watch out!!!!!!”

A black Sikorsky CH-53E military transport helicopter attacked at ultra-low altitude.

"Bee!!!"

The Camaro suddenly slowed down, opened the door and threw everyone out. Bumblebee's wheels shook and leapt from the ground into the air, flipping back to his main body and firing a energy fusion cannon at the helicopter ahead without any pause.

"Grindor."

Blake took Leo, Sam, and Mikaela and ran away. Unexpectedly, before they could run 500 meters, they saw a giant scorpion burst out from the abandoned container next to it, blocking all the exits.

"Do aliens also know about scorpions?! This is a fucking huge alien scorpion!!!! It must be poisonous! It's very poisonous!!"

"Shut up!!"
"Shut up!!"

"Run your way!"

Blake finally yelled. She took out the black box from her side backpack again and clicked it a few times. Armalite's dark muzzle was directly facing Scorponok's right optic.

A bullet as big as a fist abruptly hit the ground in front of her left and got stuck deeply into the asphalt road.

She immediately tensed up every nerve in her body.

“Hello, fleshling.”

The pressure of nearly 10 meters high almost choked their throats. Sam and Mikaela were able to hold on, but Leo had never faced the Decepticons' brutal and outrageous killing intent.

He had already collapsed on the ground.

"Oh~ I remember you, you, and you. But who is that? I've never seen it. How are you today? Carbon-based creature."

"You talk too much." Blake did not put down the gun. In fact, the position of the muzzle did not shift at all, "I finally know where the problem is."

"Oh, smart little guy, huh?" He pretended to blow on his finger armor, "I can mercifully give you some time."

"Those who attacked the eastern part of the United States are all miscellaneous soldiers, right? This is an attack in the east and an attack in the west. I didn't expect you to be so cautious at times."

"Ha! That's wrong, little guy. We have always been very cautious and will never let go of any opportunity that we can take advantage of." He meant something, but Blake didn't hear it.

"Now, it seems we have no choice."

"Of course~ little one, obedience is your only choice."

"It fits the style very well." She narrowed her violet eyes dangerously and whispered, "But why do you think that I will surrender? -"

“- Starscream.”

Starscream's anger was immediately ignited.

*

"Optimus?"

The Decepticons launched a raid in eastern Pennsylvania, the squelch is the Autobots taking the lead, followed by The Nest's elite soldiers. After the base dispatched troops, Optimus rushed from the University of Pennsylvania to provide support.

The troops are already sufficient. Jazz shot off a soldier's head with one shot, and Twins took over from behind, firing two shots at the spark cabin one after the other.

"Area F has been cleared."
"Take Area A."
“Sector E is cleared.”

Success reports came one after another from the insider channel, and Optimus listened quietly.

"Understood." But the strange feeling that had been vaguely floating in the depths of the spark ten minutes ago still lingered.

That irritability drove his attacks to be more brutal than before. The team of Panthera and Ironhide successfully eliminated the last enemy in Area C.

"Area C is over. Prime, how are you doing there?"

"They are endless."

A strange explosion sounded from the radio on Ironhide's body.

"What's that sound? What did you blow up?"

"A fountain."

"...What?" He muttered in disbelief. Panthera stayed next to his legs, and since the end of the mission, it has been going back and forth into a black panther and back into a motorcycle, looking quite restless.

"What are you doing, Panthy?"

The Black Panther roared lowly from the voice box and began to circle around Ironhide.

"What! Hey! Stop, what do you want to do?"

Panthera raised his hind leg as if to pee on partner's leg.

"What is this!! Put your leg down!! I will get rusty, scrapy!!!"

"Calm down, Ironhide." Ratchet said, deftly removing the arm barrel of the soldier in front of him, "Animals have their own language, maybe you can accommodate it."

"Damn accommodate!" He started to spin around with the beastly black panther, "Who comes here! Panthy treats me like a telephone pole!"

"Oh come on, don't be like this. According to some common knowledge about beasts on the earth, animals are marking their territory by doing this. Maybe this is a symbol of friendship."

Bullshit! Ironhide mentally yelled at Jazz's super unreliable statement, "Panthy! Stop!"

Panthera was anxious to express something, but unfortunately he couldn't speak, and he didn't have the video recorder usually attached to the memory module. He simply jumped on his partner's arm, raised his front paws and pointed at his own optics.

Violet.

"woo..." He whined.

"What do you mean? Are your optics damaged?" Ironhide said to himself with the insider channel turned on, "Does this have something to do with you wanting to pee on me!"

Optimus, who was still killing the Decepticons on the central battlefield of Area D, was suddenly stunned.

"Ratchet, where are Blakey, Sam and the other girl?"

Ratchet and Jazz have already reunited. Hearing this, they subconsciously recalled the scene where they landed on Earth.

When they met her.

Chihuahua.

Glasses.

"...Fuck." The Autobot adjutant's face dropped for a rare moment, and his azure optics suddenly turned cold, "Everyone -"

"- We were deceived, this place is full of bait."

"Scrap!"

Ironhide cursed angrily, obviously he also understood the significance of Panthera's actions. The Black Panther has a very strong perception of Blake that transcends the limitations of time and space. This is something that the entire base knows very well.

This means there is only one possibility.

That means that not only Bumblebee is left alone with Blake, Sam, and Mikaela, but all the Decepticons' real high-level combat power -

- Are there.

They will be surrounded and suppressed until they can't even be seen as the dust.

"I'm just wondering why there's no Megatron that shit after fighting for this long time!!" Sideswipe said angrily, the pulley under his feet suddenly stopped, and he turned 360 degrees halfway towards Area D, "Area A is cleared! I brought the Twins who came here for support to Optimus!"

"We have three left," Arcee said in unison, "Fifteen minutes."

"You all better hurry up. Optimus, Jazz, and Ironhide will open the way. I'll stay here with Arcee to direct the scene." Ratchet clicked on the life signal detection system from the CPU, and a red warning popped up that almost ceased his spark.

"Hurry! Blakey's electrocardiogram isn't moving!!"

The Autobots' leader, whose sunny blue optics suddenly shrank, and he pulled the spark out of the enemy soldier's chest with his bare hands.

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In an abandoned factory 6 kilometers south-southwest of the University of Pennsylvania, on a raised platform on the second floor, three humans were hanging in the air and struggling desperately.

Bumblebee shot through Grindor's spark cabin and followed Starscream's signal to catch up. However, what he witnessed was a sight completely incomprehensible.

There is a strange body, black, initially formatted, not a new-born, lying on the ground dying.

Who is this?

He instantly ejected all the weapons on his body and aimed them at Starscream and the leader of the Decepticons - Megatron, who slowly came out of the corner and was resurgence not long ago.

"You have obviously left the earth." The young Autobot warrior said warily.

"Back again. Soldier, if I were you, I would put down my guns and cannons."

"What deal did you make with that guy?"

"A deal?" Megatron slowly grinned, "Soldier, I - The Conqueror never makes deals, this is an obligation."

"You betrayed your benefactor, betrayed the leader, and later betrayed Cybertron. What do you want to do now?"

Starscream tossed a grenade up and down, "Oh~my Lord, a wheel that cannot fly is always self-righteous and arrogant. If you allow me, I can..."

"Shut up, Starscream, we have plenty of time."

As if treating a dead thing, Megatron kicked the body on the ground that was too injured to get up, with the voice box removed and smashed, and said with great interest, "I want to know her name even more now. A magical disguise. Huh?"

Her……?

Bumblebee did not lower his weapons, but glanced slightly at the Sam and the rest who were now safe, "Sam, what happened?"

Sam’s hands were tied and hung in the air on the ventilation pipe. He was pulling hard and shouting, “Can’t you see who is missing!!”

He shrank his optics, and Mikaela and Leo's shouts exploded in the audio receptor like thunder.

At this moment, the answers to each of their doubts, puzzles, and cautious guesses were already coming out.

"It's Blakey!!"

"It's Blake, oh my God, she looks exactly like that thing!!!!"

"Blakey is not a Decepticon!!! Idiot!!!"

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Bumblebee looked in surprise at the body still trying to stand up on the floor... Blake...? The CPU still couldn't help but send two error reporting programs. He roughly weighed it and put away his guns decisively.

If the fight starts, he is not sure that he can catch both Megatron and Starscream in his attack at once. If he lets any of them escape, he will be at a disadvantage.

"How is it?" Megatron did not stop his adjutant from firing bullets at the noisy carbon-based as demonstrations, "Soldier."

"Accept." Bumblebee said seriously. And quietly sent a series of coordinates and a message in the message group.

【Bumblebee: Asking for support! ! Megatron and Starscream are here and you won't believe what I found! ! ! 】

……

Three vehicles were speeding along the viaduct, led by the Peterbilt 379 tractor truck, followed closely by the Pontiac Solstice GXP and the leading General GMC Topkick 6500. Lennox and Epps were leading the troops to clear the battlefield and couldn't get away.

Although there are many vehicles coming and going on the bridge, the solemn and angry silence of these people is like a barrier wall, blocking all the excitement and hustle and bustle of the world outside.

Not only were they worried about the safety of Sam and Mikaela, and the safety of Bumblebee, but also the girl - who most likely had been sacrificed...

【Bumblebee: Asking for support! ! Megatron and Starscream are here and you won't believe what I found! ! ! 】

Such a message suddenly popped up in the message group. Optimus almost slipped out of the driveway.

"Oh hey! Optimus!"

【Optimus: Situation report. 】

【Bumblebee: There is no confrontation, we are talking about mediate. They don't seem to be in a hurry to get Sam's brain. Oh and! You know something incredible has happened! ! ?】

【Optimus: Where is Blakey? 】

【Bumblebee: That's the whole point! ! ! 】

【Ironhide: Damn! Boy! Say it all once! ! 】

【Jazz: Ratchet told us that Blakey's life signal disappeared. 】

【Bumblebee: Disappear? No. 】

He calmly glanced at the "black initial formatted body" that finally turned over and sat up, and learned to speak on the radio - the standard form that just came off the assembly line - aka Blake Cybertron.

【Bumblebee: Sweetheart...becomes us. Maybe that's why Ratchet couldn't detect her life signal, I guess? ? ? 】

【Ratchet: What does "becomes us" mean...? 】

【Sideswipe: Damn! ! ! Is it what I thought? ! Is it? ! ! ! 】

Lennox stared at the Autobots who suddenly stopped moving in confusion.

【Arcee(Arcee): Wow. 】

【Optimus: I need view synchronization. How is Blakey's state? 】

【Bumblebee: She was seriously injured. (SYNCHRONIZATION CON.) The right elbow joint is misaligned, there is arc leakage from the abdominal armor, the voice box is torn off and crushed, a piece of the armor on the left side of the spark cabin is broken, and energy fluid leaks from all over the body. 】

【Jazz: ...Scrap. 】

【Sideswipe: She is really impure! ! Damn! ! Those two idiots deserve to be rebuilt in the furnace! 】

【Optimus: Archive Blakey's frequency, support will arrive in six minutes. 】

The leader of the Autobots sped up and flew towards the location displayed by the coordinates.

Along the way, they passed the area where Blake fought against Starscream unilaterally not long ago, but they didn't know if she "transformed" here. The scene looked too tragic. There were bullet holes, scorch marks, bomb debris and some scattered corners of human buildings everywhere. Some small plots were still burning with flames.

Luckily, there's no more flammable stuff here. Although they knew that Blake was still alive, it was...a disguised proof that why she could still survive.

The three Autobots are not in a good mood, and their companion may be in danger at any time. Once the energy liquid leaks out, even if the spark is still burning, it is impossible for the person to wake up again (or wake up easily). In human medical terms, it is roughly equivalent to entering a coma with a level 3 index or below, or else becoming a vegetative state without consciousness.

Optimus stepped on the accelerator to the limit, and immediately clicked on the "Emergency Attachment" in the message group the next second after Bumblebee post it. While saving the backup, he converted the wave frequency into a code and sent it to Lennox. And, he is almost leaving no time gap, following the wave frequency that leads him into another completely unfamiliar channel.

He used private connection.

【Did you hear me, Blakey...? 】

……

Blake gasped and collapsed on the ground.
Until ten minutes ago, she was in a state of extreme discomfort, but now she is much better.

The new touch, new perspective, and new operation brought by this "new body" made her at a loss when she first "transformed". Therefore, she was immediately restrained by Starscream and brought over. What was a bit embarrassing was that she was unable to react in time because she suddenly felt as if she had no clothes on.

Very awkward.

But it's not her fault.

The brain... should be called - CPU, the full name is central processing unit, constantly pops up dozens of error programs. Blake looked at the panel view that looked like she was wearing some high-tech goggles and sighed deeply.

Her whole body felt like she was being torn apart by pain. It was different from the feeling of a flesh wound. It was a harsh, sharp, empty and chaotic pain.

She thought of a way to turn off the sensory receptor, but she didn't know how to do it.

Bee and Megatron surprisingly did not happen to clash, but the Decepticon leader seemed to be very interested in her.

Blake was chilling for a few seconds. The Scalpel that Wheelie said just now was eager to get Sam's head, but the next moment he rushed towards her, but was stopped by Megatron. She speculated that there might be more professional and high-level scientific officers within the Decepticons, like Q.

As soon as the thought fell, a low fluctuation came from her audio receptor. She became alert, but then realized that this fluctuation was not an external stimulus, but came from somewhere inside her body.

A column popped up out of thin air in the upper right corner of her sight, and the signature was a series of strange numbers and English letters.

Immediately afterwards, Blake heard a familiar voice.

【Opten, teach me how to turn off sensory receptor? 】She said right away.

Optimus, who was rushing on the opposite side, was startled. For a moment, all the many words he didn't know how to ask were all wiped out.

He was silent for a while, and then said, 【Although the physical structure of Cybertronians is very different from that of humans, the processing centers are located in the same area. The location of the sensory receptor is in the fourth folder of the settings database. 】

【Got it. 】She interpreted these explanations as "all your wishes come true" and "long live the brainwaves", 【Where have you been? I don't seem to have any more ammunition...】

【No, 】Optimus interrupted her, 【as a leader, I order you not to engage the fight. It is your only responsibility to take good care of Sam and Mikaela. -】

【- We are on the right hand side of you.】

Blake suffocated slightly and subconsciously turned her head to look at the only light source at the exit.

====

The Autobot leader, who was painted in an arrogant blue and red flame moiré paint scheme, did not even disarm the car model.

Optimus maintained the appearance of the front of a Peterbilt 379 tractor truck and pulled out three tracking missiles from under the door and fired them at Megatron.

Jazz quickly flipped back to his body, jumped on Starscream's back with his bare hands and shot a piece of his armor to pieces. The black GMC bypassed Bumblebee and cut off the chains on Sam's wrists, and then joined the battle.

"Sweetheart."

"Well..." Blake used Bumblebee's strength to prop up her body. It wasn't until she stood upright that she realized that she seemed to be more than 2 meters taller than him, "Our... primary... are all so tall...?"

He blinked innocently, "Sweetheart, the Camaro is only this tall. Look at Jazz, the Pontiac is only this tall."

"Hey I heard you!!" Jazz yelled.

"Maybe genes...have no involvement?"

"Blakey!!!"

She pressed the wound on her abdomen and smiled silently, and a rustling noise suddenly came from the audio receptor. Blake immediately activated the energy fusion cannon in her right hand - although she didn't quite understand why the bullets were producing on their own - and pointed it in that direction.

A long-legged microscope ran out of the corner like a cockroach.

"That's the doctor..." She walked a few steps over to block the path, "I heard... Sam's brain... is his... trophy."

The microscope pretended not to hear it.

"Sweetheart, the boss told you not to fight, maybe let me handle him…?"

She looked at Bumblebee's blue optics filled with excitement and anticipation, and couldn't help but raise her hand to touch his head, "No problem... break it… explode it."

Sam, Mikaela and Leo ran toward them at a stagnant speed. Scalpel exploded into fireworks in front of their eyes, and they had no time to shout.

"Hiss..." Leo rubbed his arms, "Please, you must tell me the truth after the matter is over. If I hadn't been numbed by stimulation... -"

“- Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!”

"Shut up!!"
"Shut up!!"

"Why!!! I'm scared, okay!! It's not embarrassing!!! Oh oh oh oh oh they beat out!!!"

Blake and Bumblebee each picked up a few in one hand and ran out of the factory.

"Bee...your form...let me...plagiarize for the time being." The fragment of words intercepted from her broadcaster just fell - she learned it by herself in a short period of time with the willpower to survive on the battlefield. Physical movement and communication are the first priorities - the bright yellow color in front of her has changed his appearance.

"Compression technology scanning system, sweetheart. Remember to transfer the data from the CPU to the transformation gate."

"Got it."

She followed the thought signal and slid into the program that should be activated, and then shot a light blue laser from the violet optics to cover the Chevrolet Camaro underground.

Blake couldn't see clearly, but Sam and the other two saw it clearly.

The tall black body armor began to disintegrate and reorganize, as if a pair of invisible and transparent hands were spraying bright yellow paint wantonly and violently, and she was getting smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although she is the same car model as Bumblebee, the natural gender difference makes her overall look more streamlined, frank, flamboyant, and incredibly arrogant.

"...It's unbelievable." Mikaela praised.

“And more unbelievable…than you know.”

She turned her wrist joint. Even though the wound was still hanging on her body, the bullets and artillery fire were reloaded at the last moment.

Blake patted the right arm armor of Bumblebee, who was currently her "temporary brother". In his watery eyes that said, "Please don't let the boss murmur me to death", she raised the fusion cannon to the bottom of the bushes at the left rear.

And blast it with no mercy.

A scorpion was violently blown out of the ground.

"Yah! Awesome, sweetheart! Fierce warrior intuition!"

"I have a big intuition!!" Leo was on the verge of tears. He was about to develop PTSD against all the scorpion-shaped creatures on the earth, "We are under siege!!"

"It's always like this, okay!" Sam pulled him and Mikaela, quickly hid in the fallen tree trunk nearby, "Run on the count of three!"

"One!"
"Two!"

'Bump!'

Chapter Text

"Three! Hahahahahaha!!!! Come and play some!!"

"Bumblebee!!!"

The young Autobot soldier scraped the bayonet on the enemy without hesitation.

The harsh metal high-frequency rubbing instantly made everyone buzzing in their ears, and the body was covered with goosebumps immediately.

"Fuck!!! You such a scum of the fucking assembly line of your fucking producer of a minor!!! That's my paint!!!"

"Shut up, Decepticon pervert."

"I AM medical officer Knockout!!!"

Blake, who was fighting with the giant scorpion, felt very difficult to say.

……

The forest 6 kilometers away from the southwestern of University of Pennsylvania, the battle group is a chaotic order.

Starscream, the second-in-command of Decepticons, has been forced to retreat by the high-strength firepower of Jazz and Ironhide. However, from time to time, the supported cannon bullets and scolding from the distance eased his dilemma again and again.

Megatron's strength is totally keep abreast of Autobots leader. There is no room for giving attention to what else, but in the end, he still a brother who has fought together for more than one million years.

Some tiny space of flaws still made him catch Optimus' movement.

As for the target of Bumblebee - Knockout, who is the chief medical officer of the madness, that is naturally the biggest nemesis of a military warrior. After a battle, the damage to audio receptor and optics was simply outrageous.

Looking back at the edge of the battlefield, Blake, who had just adapted to her new body and weapons, looked a little weak.

Not to mention the large and small wounds on her body, the energon that was constantly dripping on the ground, and the error program from the CPU every few seconds, all of which made her distracted and wanted to turn them off. And it has not yet converted from the attack mode that which is humans habits to Cybertronian's.

This major shortcoming makes all this a bit tied up. Even if the enemy opposite is just a scorpion.

Panthera did not follow. In other words, Panthera was ordered not to accompany his "mother". Sideswipe took the initiative to explain this suggestion to Ironhide. Although their positions were not similar, he could foresee that this crazy black panther, who even he admired, would be desperate to fight against the Decepticons like a suicide attacker. Therefore, he "officially" detained this loyal partner in the army and acted together with the NEST team that had already arrived to deal with the aftermath.

Jazz and Ironhide had no choice but to focus part of their attention on the sneak attack from Megatron. The battle began to turn awkwardly white-hot.

"I know you, Prime." The leader of the Decepticons sneered disdainfully, throwing a hammer and knocking away a big tree in the sky, "You are always soft-hearted and stupid. You fight for these carbon-based inexplicable things and imagine that you are great. Freedom? There is no freedom in this world, my brother."

Optimus said nothing.

"Aren't you curious how that rare lady became a Cybertronian?" He continued, "Aren't you curious? A completely carbon-based creature, ha! And a complete Cybertronian! "

"Stop your thoughts, Megatron. The Autobots and the military will do their best to protect the safety of the Allspark fragment, and Blakey, our companion, will not become a tool for your sacrifice."

"Tool? No, not a tool, she is an excellent experiment. For Cybertron."

"Shut up, Megatron." His deep magnetic voice suddenly dropped several depths, and he stretched out his right arm and simply switched out the checking cannon, "She is not yours. Her name is Blake -"

"- The Autobots' left-wing first lieutenant."

A thermal missile came with a ferocious surprise, piercing Optimus' spark cabin from behind. At that moment, everything was silent. Outside of the Decepticons, every heart and every burning spark suddenly cooled down at this moment.

A burst of fierce sparks erupted from the Autobot leader's chest, and fragments of the missile scattered in mid-air along with the energon spurted out, turning into a nightmare. Breakdown slowly lowered his right hand and let Megatron push Optimus' body away like trash.

He knelt down and said, "Lord Megatron."

Taking advantage of the brief moment when all the Autobots were stunned, the Decepticons except he and Megatron immediately jumped out of the attack circle. Scorpion quietly raised the tail stinger and aimed it at Blake's left shoulder wound.

'Bomp!'

This explosion brought them back to their senses. The bright yellow figure held up the barrel of the gun. Only a tail that was still beating was left in the scrap metal underground.

Scorpion's close-range sneak attack became his biggest mistake.

She didn't know why she could still be alert to the slightest movement around her at this time. She originally wanted to say something, but it seemed that there was no need to say anything more.

"Decepticons! Retreat!"

They had no strength to stop them and watched helplessly as fighter planes soared into the sky one after another.

The original scanning modes of Knockout and Breakdown were sports cars, but now they have all been replaced with the most common scanning vehicles in the Decepticons.

This battle is a trap. No matter where they are -

- A complete double trap.

*

The battle in the woods was miserably lost.
There was silence in the NEST base for three hours, and no one said a sentence.

Or a word.

No one dares to believe the fact that Optimus has been sacrificed. The Autobot leader's  sunny-blue gentle gaze and low, reassuring and stable voice still lingered before their eyes and ears, as if they had never been lost. In fact, they didn't even think that this day would happen like this, and they were caught off guard and made them feel at a loss.

Sam hid in Bumblebee's car, burying his head deeply in his bent knees.

He has rehearsed it in his mind countless times, but he never had the courage to say it.

"...Bee...?" He asked tentatively.

"Sam."

"...I'm sorry." Sam whispered, "If I were obedient...he wouldn't sacrifice because of me."

"No one blames you, Sam." Bumblebee stretched out his seatbelt and touched Sam's head, "The Decepticons' sneak attack was shameful. It was our collective mistake."

"But back then I..."

"No, Sam. It is not on you."

A burst of FM noise came from the radio on his body.

"Hey guys, you need to come over and see this."

Lennox and Epps stood on the elevated platform on the first floor and pulled out a projection, "We are in a deeper trouble now."

「...The leaders concealed the truth. There are more than just humans in this universe. We have always coexisted with you, hiding our identities, but not anymore. Now you...」

"Us, France, Germany, Ukraine, China, Egypt, India, Russia, dozens of countries were all attacked by the Decepticons." Lennox stared at the panel, his face was ugly and scary, "This The Fallen destroyed a military aircraft carrier just in fifteen minutes ago."

「…Unless you hand over this boy, don't try to resist, if you don't want total destruction.」

"Now it's Sam -"

"- The whole world is looking for you."

A gray and white photo was released.

Ironhide took a step forward, stretched out his finger and pressed down the projection, "Stop looking. Sam, Mikaela, members who are not in the suburb need to know what happened in the forest war."

"..." The young man was silent for a few seconds, and then said, "The coat I wore in Mission City, its hat contained a fragment of the Allspark left behind, and I accidentally came into contact with it. Later, those symbols were in my mind. It kept playing and playing and then..."

Sam took a deep breath and continued, "Optimus and Blakey came to me. You all know what happened. Then I encountered a spy-bot attack at school. Blakey was the first to come to support, and Bee took Mikaela to help transfer our location. But halfway - not far from the factory, we were attacked. Bee stayed to deal with him, and Blakey took Mikaela, Leo and me to escape. First is the giant scorpion appeared to stop us. But not one of us could thought of that Starscream is ambush us from behind.”

"Blakey was injured when Starscream attacking us..., he hit Blakey's backpack." Mikaela continued, her voice seemed a little low and tired, "I gave the Allspark fragment to Blakey in the cemetery, the cannonball maybe hit it. We couldn't see it clearly, but at that moment the fragment suddenly started to glow, and it enveloped Blakey in a golden and blue light, but it was so bright that we couldn't see anything. After the light passed, all the weapons in Blakey's backpack seemed to be destroyed. When we came back our senses, what we saw was what you saw at the beginning, the black body of a Cybertronian."

"I...I think her injuries were caused at that time." Leo raised his hand timidly, "That madman...you call him 'Starscream', he caught us and ran into the factory and threw her on the ground, except for removing some parts on her, they didn't do anything until Bumblebee came over."

"What about you?" Epps asked.

"They had a surgeon, and the Megatron hung us on the ceiling. That thing went in and out of my mouth..." Sam paused, "Anyway, they've recorded the symbols. I think it's through some cell memory...that's what Blakey is good at."

"The senior members of the Decepticons are hiding in the woods, but..."

"We all miscalculated." Jazz continued.

"...I should turn myself in, they want me."

"No!" Sideswipe had been standing quietly, but now he suddenly shouted, "Why did he fight to protect you and Blakey? If you surrendered, his sacrifice would have been in vain!"

“…It is all on me…”

Sam sat down, feeling so guilty that he almost want to cry.

Everyone was silent for a while.

Arcee stepped on the underfoot pulleys  and came forward, "Hey, this doesn't just fall on you, it falls on all of us. Sam, you are already our last trump card. No one has the 'knowledge' from the Allspark except you."

Bumblebee returned to his true form, raised his finger and poked him, then said, "If you need me, I won't be far away."

He looked at several Autobots, gently put his hands on theirs. After a while, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Wait a minute, -"

"- Where's Blakey?"

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…

Autobot Medical Officer - Ratchet calmly threw the wrench back into the box, and then unplugged the plug under the instrument table.

Blake was lying on a bed that could barely be called an "operating table", staring at the two-story height ceiling with violet optics, and the radio on her body played the same song over and over again.

The so-called "fluctuation" of spark turns out to be exactly this. She thought, it was like a pulse or a wave. It was ordinary one second, but it was shaking so much that it made people feel helpless the next. In other words, it is a loud noise coming from the depths of the soul.

Without warning, woke up like an explosion.

This is not "fluctuation". She floated away again and thought, this is the "bell rings", hanging in people's subconscious mind, not lying or escaping, even though the thought is only a little bit, even though it is so little that no one can notice it.

She remembers it as the "Unknown" quadrant of "Johari Window".

On the flight back to the base, Ironhide sent over a file, and it wasn't until Ratchet started fixing her that Blake had the interest to click on this mysterious attachment.

She was even thinking about it the moment before opening it, and now she finally understood why the Autobot companions looked like they were facing an enemy when they entered Ratchet's repair room.

However, after this - even though it turned out to be very dangerous and freaking scary - she had no intention of paying attention to other things.

The file is actually very simple, just a research document about her body's structure and a song.

Studying documents is nothing, Blake will ask Ratchet or Lennox to take a look at it occasionally when she has some leisure time, so she is mentally prepared. It was that song that really put her into an unextricable emotion.

Before, during her break time, she often asked him once or twice if she could play it and listen. Blake does like it quite a bit, almost to the point where she could play it a dozen times at a time. She also joked that she was worried that sooner or later his audio receptor would become paralyzed and his CPU would be poisoned.

But he always smiled helplessly and replied "no".

Blake let go for the seventh time.

I will run alone tonight.
Without you by my side.
I guess you had a place you had to get to.
I know your eyes. I know inside.
The walls you hide behind.
And I saw the truth inside the real you.

Because I know you're lost when you run away.
Into the same black holes and black mistakes.
Taking all my will just to run alone.
When are you coming home?

Even if the sky does fall.
Even if they take it all.
There's no pain that I won't go through.
Even if I had to die for you.

Finally, doesn't even know who sang to whom. She curled the corners of her lips slightly, but in the next second she felt the circuits on both sides of her head jump vigorously, something loosened, and then there was another "fluctuation" of spark.

Tears completely blurred vision.

She realized that the bond had begun since she dented the hood of his car. It would have been nothing happened if she hadn't gotten into his car, but she did.

Later, she discovered that she and he seemed to be on the same road. They hid from Sector 7, she got hurt, they fought together, she got hurt worse, and he "preached" her, even though everyone knew what he meant was "I should have packed you into a hospital five hundred kilometers away from the beginning."

Then they officially became partners. They had a better tacit understanding and could understand each other with just one look or movement.

They can talk about anything, they will speak to each other about some strange rules and culture of human society - especially the topics about "light bulbs" and "pervert" - they will enjoy the cool and chat on the beach and talk about ideals.

They don't need so many tactics on the battlefield. They only need to look at the situation and terrain or territory to know where she should stay.

They will spend more than an hour listening to a song until they all say "it seems too much" unanimously..., many many things.

Much.

One of the interesting events she remembers most clearly is that after the Battle of Mission City, she was jointly prohibited by the medical staff and Ratchet from consuming more than a fixed gram of chocolate a day. Although he reminded her of this when she was in the hospital, he still handed her a whole bunch of different brands and flavors.

He said that Sam and Mikaela told Bumblebee, and he happened to hear it, so he specially asked Lennox to buy it.

"Ironhide told me," Ratchet looked at her seriously, "this was the last message he sent temporarily. It means a lot of things. I think... you understand why he didn't send it to you directly, but handed it to Ironhide."

"I understood."

Her words... Ratchet froze for a few seconds and sighed, "Blakey, now, you and Jazz are the highest operational commanders of the entire Autobots."

Blake sat up and narrowed her optics unconsciously, "Take me to the garage, I need that."

……

"She is a Cybertronian and a carbon-based human. She is both, sheerly across the boundary. There is something in her body that is pressing our genes. We call it Transformation Technology. This is different from the one you met. Unlike spy-bot, the Transformation Technology is more pure, from the inside out.”

Ironhide threw a document into the computer, which was densely packed with data, and it show up on a panel that is transparent in mid-air.

He proceeded, said, "But don't ask me, I can't understand it. We can only be sure that she is a Cybertronian, and other uncontrollable factors cannot be explained yet."

"You mean time travel and Panthy?" Mikaela asked.

Sam took Leo at the back and instilled new knowledge like a muddy flow.

“Indeed.”

"Wait a minute, I remember that Blakey's family name is 'Cybertron'. If the origin is so long and the situation is so special, is it possible in history..."

"That's the problem, Mikaela." Jazz took over, "History is stored in the Allspark and the Central Library on Cybertron. In the past, only the Supremes and Librarians have the opportunity to fully access its data. They are all included in the folder after we hearing them accidentally, or touching the Allspark for a long time under special circumstances."

"You don't have schools...?"

“Society is our school.”

Mikaela was startled, "But..."

"You're right," Ironhide said, looking away, "excluding that scrappy madman, The Fallen, I think only Prime has guessed her true origin."

And the proof is in that song. He said in his spark.

The roar of an engine interrupted their conversation and their thoughts. Several Autobots and humans turned their heads to see. Ratchet and a car they had never seen before are coming near.

Lamborghini Murcielago, painted in rose gold.

It is Blake Cybertron.

"Blakey!" Mikaela recognized her.

"Mikaela."

Blake turned on the headlights, flashing few times, and turned back to the main body not very smoothly.

Although the scanned form is a sports car, her figure is still curvier due to the innate gender difference, just like she borrowed Bumblebee's Camaro form during the suburb war. However, compared to bright yellow, rose gold is more suitable for her temperament.

Calm, stable, yet lively, it makes people feel safe and reassuring to a certain extent.

"You can speak now?!"

"Ratchet repaired the voice box for me. It's Bee ran back to the factory and took it away." Her voice became slightly metallic and cold because of the cybertronization, but it was still gentle and peaceful in nature, "I think you all know that I seem to be more than just an earth human, although I also don't understand why someone who is not 'native' would have these."

Blake said with something in mind.

"But that's not important anymore," she lowered her gaze, her violet optics silent and qiuet, "now we have more important things to do."

"Blakey is right." Arcee stepped forward and said, "First, General Moschaeur must understand this matter."

Lennox raised the walkie-talkie in his hand and said, "Listening now."

"Secondly, the Autobots and NEST - we have to deal with The Fallen and the mess he left behind." Blake said.

She took a few steps and carefully knelt down on one knee in front of Sam, "Sam, do you still remember how to write those symbols?"

After the Decepticons found him, they copied a copy of the information and killed Opten - the leader of the Autobots - and then The Fallen came, seemingly a line. She knew that the madman's purpose from beginning to end was the "knowledge" in the Allspark.

"I do."

Sam asked Lennox for some paper and a pen. There was no table, so he simply lay on the floor and started writing.

These symbols are extremely abstract, as if they are a mess, but if someone looks closely, still can see some strange order.

"That's all I received."

He stood at the center point, and everyone formed a circle around him.

Jazz pondered for a while and said, "This is ancient Cybertronian writing, which has been lost for a long time. As far as I know, it was replaced by a newly reformed font three million years after the departure of The Seekers. When Optimus was a library manager, that generation, I once read it in one of those books.”

"The Seekers?"

"It can be imagined as your early history," Ratchet added, "I remember it was the 'American western expedition'?"

Sam nodded, then frowned, "So we can't find anyone who can decipher it."

"No," Leo said suddenly, looking excited, "I know someone who can help us. He is a huge alien fan."

"Are you kidding me?" Sam laughed in disbelief, "An 'alien'?"

"Look, I know... guys, I know this sounds really ridiculous, but who knows what a pervert can do? Maybe you don't even know who your ancestors are, but he'll dig them up and show them to you. "

"My great-great-grandfather discovered Megatron."

Leo was speechless for a moment, "Metaphor! Do you understand metaphor? I..."

"National Security Advisor! Under direct orders from the President, all your actions are suspended!"

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"Oh scrap..." Epps cursed with a displeased expression, "It's him again."

"It's time to go." Blake decided bluntly, "It's better to have a way than not at all. Bee and I will take Sam, Mikaela and Leo there, and we can't let this person notice what we are going to do."

"But the transport plane has...oh God."

Epps’ remaining words were all stuck in his stomach.

"It's no problem now, we can retreat from the back of the island."

No one - except Ratchet - expected her to be a triple variant.

Still the weirdest kind.

An Andean Condor.

"Damn, please tell me what was happened after you finish these things." Sideswipe narrowed his optics.

"I can transport Bee if he is in sports car form, as long as it's stable enough." Blake changed from the condor back to the humanoid form, "Fortunately, there is enough space in the spark cabin."

"But - !"

"It's okay," she interrupted Ironhide, "Don't worry."

"Soldiers! Where is your supreme commander!"

Grovey was still shouting outside, sounding like he was about to walk in, "This is the most ridiculous mistake!"

"Bee, let's go." Blake changed her form into Lamborghini, "We have to go."

Bumblebee opened the car door, and Sam and others got in immediately.

They quietly drove away from the secret passage behind the tarmac, leaving only a few Autobots, Lennox and Epps.

"Well," Grovey strode in while pressing the time limit, "I don't understand your attitude, Major. Your team has been disbanded, and now, the president wants you to be imprisoned on the spot pending disposition."

"No, we only follow General Moschaeur's orders."

"Is the rank of a general higher than that of the president? President! Soldier, haven't you read some common knowledges? Even if he is the chief of staff! He must obey the orders of the commander-in-chief! I am now responsible for commanding operations. The aliens' internal riot is bringing disasters to us. It's catastrophes for all the soldiers!”

He raised his hand and shouted, "You let the secret be revealed! This is our war! It's not them - these aliens! The United States will win by relying on its long-standing expertise, not a ragtag team!"

"Idiot! Who do you think you are talking to!" Arcee yelled angrily.

"We NEED help!" Lennox was finally aroused to anger, "Whose soldiers! Your self-righteousness will kill everyone!"

"Really? I think 'we' need to strategize, and these rabble are better off staying indoors, along with the big guy." Grovey scoffed, "Autobot leader, huh?"

"Watch your words!"

"You are not qualified to talk to me! Autobot weapons specialist. The United States will use diplomatic mediation to solve the trouble left by 'you' - 'you'! Do you hear me? 'You'!"

"Mediation?" Lennox asked in disbelief, "How? Do you want to hand over that boy?"

"Listen, soldier, your rank has been cancelled." Grovey roughly pulled off the major badge on his shoulder, "Now, if the situation calls for it, we will use whatever means necessary." After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the door without any hesitation. And got in the car and left.

There was a suffocating silence in the base.

"I hate that idiot so much, really. I really hate that idiot." Epps muttered.

"...Maybe this was a mistake from the beginning, and our mission has been completed long ago."

"No, Ratchet," Ironhide whispered, "that's not what Prime would want."

"Is Blakey still on the island?" Arcee asked.

"Out of the country. Her coordinates are currently located in the Strait of Malacca in Indochina."

"Can you believe what the boy said?"

Sideswipe stepped closer with his underfoot pulleys, "I don't think so, the probability is simply negative. And it means that more other humans will be involved in this inexplicable dispute."

"We are at the end of our rope, Sideswipe." Jazz walked past them and said, "This is my brother's last wish, even if it means death -"

"- The Autobots will never retreat."

Several members were stunned, and finally, they got nothing to say.

……
……

"...Wait a minute," Sideswipe suddenly asked, "where are The Twins?"

"...Shit."

"...Scrap."

"...Damn."

*

[North Pacific, U.S. Territory of Hawaii, Hawaii Volcanoes National Park, south side Kaʻu Forest Reserve]

Blake was flying steadily at the bottom of the stratosphere in the center.

Her altitude is higher than that of long-range aircraft, so she is less worried about accidents in the air. As for what strange signals the radar might detect, that was beyond her scope of consideration.

She was already very far away from the base. And experienced the convenience of being a Cybertronian, but she had to temporarily land on the ground and let Sam and others repair on the spot.

They need food, water, restroom, and fresh air.

She deliberately chose a forest nature reserve near the foot of the mountain. Enough to cover almost a quarter of the area - height is also a factor - the giant condor in the sky slightly folded her metal wings with a wingspan of nearly fifty meters at an altitude of 40,000 feet, and landed vertically at a controlled speed.

Of course, she checked the airline route.

Not surprisingly, Blake crushed about eleven acres of woods with her body, carving out a large space without any effort at all. Then she lay down with her chest pressed to the ground and opened the spark cabin.

Three Chevrolets slowly slid out.

The Twins were the first to return to their original form, but they were unusually quiet and stayed silently on her left.

Blake did not dare to wave her wings and could only maintain a somewhat stiff posture. She began to compress and reorganize from her back, gradually transforming into humanoid form they were familiar with.

The violet optics looked around several times.

It is located in a remote area. Although Kaʻu Forest Reserve has trails for tourists to walk, they are not within sight, so there is nothing to worry about. She took advantage of the time that Sam and the rest two were replenishing their calories, walking to a place a little further away.

It was getting late, the sun was setting, and the western half of the sky was burned into orange, which was very beautiful.

It is both magnificent and brilliant.

Blake couldn't help but think of such brilliance in him.

She didn’t read the research document again. It seemed that she couldn’t draw any new conclusion after reading it. Oh, and the only new thing is that she can also transform into an condor - a metallic, Andean Condor.

When Ratchet told her that she was not only a Cybertronian, but a triple variant of a Cybertronian, she immediately thought of the Andean Condor. When she and Ella traveled to Chile together, they were lucky enough to see this bird flying in the sky.

Freedom.
Glory.

The Andean Condor is the king of the skies. Especially those eyes - the photos in the Science Museum are full of rich stories of vicissitudes of life.

Andean Condor can live fifty years, and they can witness a lot of history.

She chose this form without hesitation, even though it was a raptor or an animal rather than another vehicle.

The remaining sunset reflected on Blake, and the rose gold paint made her look like she was glowing. The Twins and Leo bickered together, and then slowly stopped.

"Could Blekey be a Cybertron remnant-people who wandered to other universes?" Leo held a branch in his hand and poked at the ground, "...Okay, I heard...okok, stop calling me a fool. Jesus Christ."

"No matter how you think about it, you can be sure. After all, there was no Cybertron in Blakey's original world, right?" Mikaela built a pile of stone barriers and lit a fire inside. "And who's last name is 'Cybertron'?"

"That's right, that girl is much smarter than you, Leo." Skid said mischievously, "Ah... I want to know, I want to know so much! Brother, do you understand, brother? This feels so similar!”

"What does it feel similar?" Sam asked, not knowing why.

Mudflap stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction, "See for yourself, Sam. Oh... Really brother, you are right. It is rare for you to say something useful and normal."

"Hey!!"

"Stop, if you don't want to be smashed into the ground."

Forced by the crushing of force parameter, The Twins surrendered instantly under Bumblebee's eager eyes.

"...You mean..." Sam and the other two looked at the direction, and in just one glance they understood what "like" meant, and what "wanted to know" meant.

"It's really similar." Mikaela sighed.

Who is Blake Cybertron?

They all want to know.

Because she couldn’t be more similar. She seems like the leader.

She is like the leader - their spiritual power, Optimus.

"Jazz said that when they first met Sweetheart, the hood of the boss' car was dented by her. In the end, Sweetheart took the boss' car, which was also the boss' decision. That night was our first time on earth. We met that night, remember? Sam."

Bumblebee looked there, "Actually, we all understand that Sweetheart will become the replica of boss one day, because they have many similar traits and understand each other. For example, stability and calmness are the most obvious. Sweetheart is not good at expressing either emotional thoughts, so sometimes she will talk nonsense for too long.”

"I can feel this." Mikaela continued, "You know? I once asked Blakey if she would miss the old days. She talked for half an hour, but the content was about the surrounding environment where she lived. From functionality and convenience, and we started talking about which street has the most sparrows in the trees."

"...Really?"

Sam asked for confirmation for the second time without words. To be honest, the longest time he had known Blake was on the battlefield, and Blake on the battlefield was definitely not like this.

The friend in his impression is a very energetic person who is decisive, calm, rational, straightforward and not sloppy. When necessary, she will not be stingy with using a knife to poke out the shortcomings of others.

He had the honor to witness the above in the Battle of Mission City, and the poor guy who was stabbed was the now deceased Autobot leader - Optimus Prime.

This is an extremely strong contrast.

"Oh oh oh! I remembered!" Mudflap shouted suddenly, "Sam, you must have never heard of this!"

"What……?"

Chapter Text

"A big story happened not long ago!" Skid continued, "I can say it! Bumblebee, can I say it? Please say I can say it. It's not a secret!"

Bumblebee subconsciously glanced in Blake's direction and nodded, "An open secret."

"An open secret? What kind of secret it is when it is an open secret?" Leo was extremely confused.

"Of course you idiot," Skid whispered, ignoring the protests from below, "no one has ever talked about it since the leader became the Supreme -"

"- The Orion Pax."

……

This story goes on for a long time. It doesn’t come to an end until the sun sets and the moon rises.

Blake stood there as long as Skid and Mudflap talked. She didn't know they were talking about this, she just simply wanted to be alone and think about some confusing issues quietly.

She played that song for the seventh time. The story is very long, starting from the beginning of the Civil War, and the timeline slowly opens up, and then ends when Sam and Mikaela meet them for the first time.

The three humans were very surprised.

Because the Orion in the twins' speeches is so unlike Optimus. Optimus is calm, responsible, majestic, glorious, heroic, tragic, responsible, silent, patient... However, Orion is humorous, likes to make harmless little jokes occasionally, is gentlemanly and elegant, likes to pursue idols, and often immerses himself in books and says "Wait a minute, I'm almost done"...

They are almost two people who totally completely different from each other, and the point of division between them all starts with the "coronation of supreme prime".

His biggest mistake was to learn that there was a gladiator in the world called "Megatron", and he should never have become a supporter of this revolutionary.

The nodes of fate are always so strange. Last second it was sunny and windy, but the next moment it was an abyss and death.

All in all, the reason that led him to this path is just a few words. Besides having beliefs and ideals, that's it -

- The genealogy of the Original Thirteen Primes.

Otherwise that person would not have pulled him, nor would he have pulled Megatron.

Optimus has become taciturn. Although he is always reassuring and always a symbol of hope, he is no longer the same Orion Pax anytime and anywhere.

"Wait...what?" Sam asked with a "freak out" expression, his values ​​​​a bit shattered, "Megatron is also a descendant of the Original Thirteen Primes...?"

"Well, that's the fact. It proves why he and The Fallen are so compatible." Bumblebee shrugged, "You know, this kind of thing always happens."

"Yes." Leo agreed, "In Earth culture we call it 'elements that every plot must contain'."

Skid raised his finger and tapped his head.

"Ouch! You heartless Autobot!... Hey, wait a minute, I have an idea." He continued, with strange excitement on his face, "According to this logic, this context, and the rules in this album, could Blakey -"

"- Is she also a descendant of the Original Primes whatever you just called them?"

Everyone was quiet for a while.

They have to say that Leo has opened up a brand new idea, but at the same time, this idea is also inexplicably "ruled" and scary, and it seems that it may be just that.

But this is too... unbelievable.

Several Autobots thought that in their minds - "their" - no Cybertronians had purple optics.

Is it because of Blakey’s original eye color?

But Panthy’s is also purple.

Did there ever exist residents of Cybertron with purple optics...?

They did not communicate privately, but the CPU suddenly thought of Optimus. Only he knew, but no one knows anymore.

Maybe it will be an eternal mystery.

The moon moved another 30 degrees, and Blake was still standing there.

She stood for a long, long time.

"Blakey is like the boss before - I mean 'Orion'." Mudflap narrowed his glasses, "She's like the boss now."

"You're right, bro," Skid said, "I guess Blakey is thinking, thinking about all this, thinking about the boss, thinking about herself."

"Why?" Mikaela suddenly asked a question, "Why is it 'thinking' about Optimus instead of 'missing'? I mean, they are partners."

"Because of the duty?" Sam replied speculatively.

"No," Bumblebee brushed off the leaves on the stone and sat down, "it's not responsibility or obligation. Did you hear it? The song Sweetheart is playing, I remember it is... this."

He deliberately lowered the volume and played the song almost carefully from the radio. Mikaela listened for a long time and suddenly opened her eyes.

“Oh my gosh……”

"What?" Leo didn't realize it. He looked both ways, but found that the expressions of his peers were not right, "What was that?"

"This is a reminder..."

Sam muttered to himself in a daze, "Bee, can you go back 30 seconds?"

Bumblebee nodded.

Because I know you're lost when you run away.
Into the same black holes and black mistakes.
Taking all my will just to run alone.
Until I bring you home.

This is the second Pre-Chorus.

"This is it!" Sam and Mikaela shouted at the same time, "This is it!"

"Which sentence?!"

"'Until I bring you home', Leo."

Blake approached them, "It's a pity that I've been distracted by other things for a few hours. Sam and Mikaela were right, Opten left a hint, even if it was just a sentence. He said he was going to 'take me home.' , which means -"

"- We have to bring him back first."

Several Autobots were immediately shocked.

"What to use! How to bring him back! How does the boss know?!"

"I think the answer lies in the symbol Sam obtained - the 'knowledge' from the Allspark." She looked up at the starry sky and said with certainty, "As for how Opten discovered this method, the answer is also in the lyrics. ”

Bumblebee self-consciously plays it from the beginning.

「I will run alone tonight.」
「Without you by my side.」
「I guess you had a place you had to get to.」
「I know your eyes. I know inside.」
「The walls you hide behind.」
「And I saw the truth inside the real you.」

【I am fighting alone tonight, and you are not by my side. I guess that's because you have to go somewhere, and maybe that's your battlefield. 】

【I saw your eyes, I penetrated them. What you really look like behind the high wall. 】

【I finally found the true truth that belongs only to you. 】

「Because I know you're lost when you run away.」
「Into the same blake holes and blake mistakes.」
「Taking all my will just to run alone.」
「Until I bring you home.」

【I understand that when you left, you also lost your way. Into the same black hole and error center. 】

【Take it away, take my will, and wander with it. 】

【Until I take you home. 】

「Even if the sky does fall.」
「Even if they take it all.」
「There's no pain that I won't go through.」
「Even if I had to die for you.」

【Even if the sky falls, even if they take away everything. I will never have insurmountable pain. 】

【Even if it has to be for you - maybe it has to be for you alone. I am willing to give up my spark to return to the Allspark where my temporary tomb. 】

"Eyes." Blake said, "Me and Panthera's optics are both purple. However, there are currently no such residents on Cybertron. It can only be from the past - longer ago, perhaps dating back to ancient times. Only the a supreme prime and librarians can access adequately to those history.”

She continued, "I've figured it out, I'm afraid my family are all 'Lost'. When I returned to my Cybertronian form, Opten might - or had a chance to suspect earlier - had some clues. He looked through my eyes. Here, the truth was discovered.”

"Opten has other motives for appointing me as the left-wing adjutant, but I haven't determined it yet. The only thing I can know is that he needs me to bring him out of his 'temporary slumber' -"

"- Because he knows my identity, and he believes I can do it."

"- Because he hasn't told me 'who I am' yet, which is what he promised."

She touched to the Autobot symbol in the middle of her chest - plated by Ratchet - and said,

"- Because the Autobots' new home needs to be protected, and The Fallen King is his joint responsibility, and he must also shoulder this responsibility."

……

The air is filled with misty thoughts.

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The Twins blinked their optics, raised their hands to cover their heads, and said in unison, "I seem to be seeing the female version, and strange pictures keep appearing in the CPU."

"Shut up." Bumblebee slapped his hand on them cleanly, "Sweetheart, you are one of our leaders now. We will take your will as sovereign. As his command. And as his soulmate."

……
……

"...Wait a minute, does this song have this meaning?" Sam and the other two were so shocked that their expressions went blank, "Oh my god..."

The Autobots thought about it, and indeed, the only people who could combine these two completely different things at the same time were probably Optimus Prime and another demanding-commander who made all the members fearful.

Oh, and now there's Blake.

The moon turned another 30 degrees. They will continue their journey at seven o'clock in the morning to meet what Leo said -

- The Robot Warrior.

*

"What to do now?"

"What should we do?"

"Just waiting?"

"Is there anything else we can do?"

"...I want to go out and kill the Decepticons."

“…Everyone wants to do it.”

"But you know, he won't allow us, after all..."

"It's too dangerous."
"It's too dangerous."
"It's too dangerous."
"It's too dangerous."

They sighed softly.

It had been 15 hours since Grovey left the base. During this period, no one wanted to step out of the tarmac, or in other words, no one wanted to.

It’s so withdrawn.

For the first time, the Autobots saw Lennox and Epps sitting in their chairs in a daze. Actually that's not surprising, since there's nothing to do. Everything is banned, everything.

Blake and the others were still quiet.

"That girl...it doesn't seem appropriate to say that." Jolt, who always only stayed in the maintenance room and training ground, turned the rearview mirror back and forth - he was so bored - "That should be the case, our new adjutant is no any other news?"

"It's left-wing, Jolt." Ratchet corrected, "Blakey is very punctual."

"Hey, I think I witnessed what is called a 'Don't jinx it'? You guys, look what kind of scrap posted on message group."

"...Dino, that's not how 'Don't jinx it' is used." Sideswipe said speechlessly, following the wave frequency to open the message bar, "Damn..."

"Whoa, now we need Ratchet to show off his skills. Dude, you're more than just a medical officer. No one can do this but you."

That’s not the point, okay, Jolt. Jazz thought with a headache, the point is how could they ignore this crucial point... Alright, fine, haven’t recovered yet, can explain.

"Major," Ratchet turned back to his original body and reached out to poke Lennox's shoulder, "maybe we have to see what those flying things are doing? Those symbols... I'm afraid those symbols have long been 'destroyed' in the silence. The Fallen might has already seen it.”

"...Shit."

Lennox was also startled, and with Epps, they jumped up from their chairs.

A transparent and bluish projection panel appeared in mid-air - an inexplicable and omnipotent workstation - and they began to operate a few procedures.

In the message group is a text sent by Blake. Since arriving in Hawaii, she has consciously become familiar with the operating mode of the body and the use of other functions. It is worth mentioning that The Twins explain this aspect extremely clearly.

And they didn't quarrel.

Special emphasis on "no quarrel".

The content of the text is straightforward, and what really makes people feel threatened are the interpretations that are simple and even horrifying. Like "Hey..., you can't say this with such a expression...".

It read: "The Decepticons got their stuff, who can go 'see' The Fallen?"

It’s like somebody is going home to visit a relative he/she hasn’t seen for a long time.

"Be careful with Soundwave." Ironhide reminded, "There are almost no firewalls he can't break through."

"I know, but maybe he'll find out what it's for."

As Ratchet answered, he followed a signal that was floating up and down in the opposite direction, then quietly set up a firewall, and finally set up another one.

'Zizzizizizi'

"Anyway, I guessed it." Sideswipe said dissatisfiedly, but not surprised, "That guy is simply..."

"Pervert?"

"...Damn you Jazz, please stop this tainted topic."

「Prime is dead.」

「Lord Megatron, this didn't work."」

「Make it work! I need to know 'how'!」

「My master..., how about the key? We should take it to The...」

「Still have time, Starscream. Do you dare to challenge my decision?」

「No! No...I mean...you are right, master.」

「Lord Megatron, I...I'm sorry but I can't find... Please! Please! No! Forgi...」

'Bump!'

「...」
「...」

「Now, someone should bring me our scientific officer. Or die.」

「...Yes, Lord Megatron.」

'kzi...'

"What...?!" Sideswipe shouted in disbelief, "He asked us to listen to the end?! He actually let us to listen to the end!!"

"Hmph, treating the Autobots as trapped beasts." Chromia in Arcee said, holding her chest, "This will be the biggest failure."

"Hey everyone, it means those things haven't fallen into The Fallen's hands yet, right? At least their pride bought Blakey some time."

Q said this, raised his hand and tapped his temple, "I care more about what Megatron is doing than Soundwave. 'Make it work'? It sounds like operating an instrument."

"I think it's transformation technology." Ironhide said firmly, "The girl said that Starscream saw the whole process, maybe they are studying it."

"Wait, I have a problem." Lennox called up the previous report and asked, "If the transformation technology is an early scientific product of Cybertron, why has no one perfected it? Or used it? Like...I mean, lost? It's only work on Blakey? I got so many questions, and you all know that made me and Epps confused to death."

"Good question, Major."

Ratchet approached him, "Transformation technology is not a definite term, it is just a nickname, because no one thinks it should exist on Cybertron. It is like the most shameful invention in science. Optimus told us that that kind of technology born among The Original Thirteen Primes, which are the oldest, it was studied for the development of Cybertron. But later, they felt that it was unnecessary to hide themselves, and they would even blaspheme our creator god - that is, Primus. Thus, the title has been completely closed.”

"Then why did Megatron...oh." Epps closed his mouth mid-sentence, obviously finding that his question was a bit redundant.

Brothers once. He knows.

"In this way, Blakey will become the target of the Decepticons." Dino's words silenced them.

Indeed, Megatron's sky-high pride will not allow him to use transformation technology on Cybertronians, but it can be used on humans. And once humans have bodies like theirs, the Decepticons have plenty of ways to tamper with their memories.

Such as clearing the storage module, implanting fake data, resetting default values, etc.

As the first person who perfectly transform between races - even between material structures, Blake will be the out-standing experimental subject.

"Who is the scientific officer?" Epps suddenly thought of something.

"Ha! Who else could it be?" Sideswipe snorted, and a clear picture was projected from the optics - the battlefield was filled with smoke, and on the huge metal platform in the distance, a bright red star was really protruding that it sent chills down the spine.

The lightbulb penetrated all the smoky air.

"Oh, what is this? There is also a legend of Death on Cybertron?"

Epps frowned, "It looks really uncomfortable."

"This is the scientific officer you are asking about." Jazz spread his hands, his tone was cold and helpless, "Decepticon's chief scientific officer - Shockwave. A pervert whose CPU is full of logic, calculations, thinking, seriousness, special taste, and an indescribable pervert.”

Sideswipe is good at hitting him.

"Ouch!"

"...Ok," Lennox was speechless for a while, "So he will come? Faster than The Fallen?"

"No," Ratchet shook his head, "in fact, this guy has been out of contact for a long time. Not to mention our tracking, even the Decepticons don't know where he is."

"Dead?"

"Shockwave can't be killed so easily. He still has little pet."

It shouldn’t be a small pet. The two humans twitched their lips and thought of Panthera.

…Hold on.

"Where's Panthy?"

"Playing in my garage with Wheelie," Ironhide replied.

"He didn't follow Blakey secretly?"

"The 'mother-son bond' between Panthy and Blakey will make him understand."

"...Wait a minute," Sideswipe suddenly realized something was wrong, "do you still remember how Panthy was 'born'? I mean, could he has known that Blakey was also a Cybertronian from the beginning??"

Everyone was silent for a moment.

Have to say.

It seems to make sense.

"Scrap." Jazz facepalmed, "Why can't Panthy speak?"

"Ask Blakey."
"Yes, ask Blakey."
"Yap, ask Blakey."

The emotions of sadness and anger seem to have been slightly transferred, their hope is still there, and their path has not been completely lost. They are freedom fighters on Cybertron, they are members of the Autobots, they will never retreat -

- They are the people of death before dishonored.

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10:10 am.

Four sports cars greeted the door of an ordinary ham shop where is with an ordinary appearance.

Three Chevrolets.

One Lamborghini.

Sam, Mikaela, and Leo got out of the car from Bumblebee and Blake respectively, looking at the tattered and old sign in front of them, they were deeply entangled.

Don’t judge people by their appearance, huh? It's really hard to do.

"This is it."

"The ham shop...is a good cover." Sam didn't know what expression to use, "Bee, do you have a radio?"

"I'm sorry...ask sweetheart...?"

"I have it. I picked it up from the Lennox platform, it's in the compartment of the passenger seat." Blake said calmly, "I have already adjusted the frequency, you can use it directly."

Mikaela took out the radio, a microphone type, "Blakey, how did you do that? I mean, it's... small."

"Jazz used a magnetic attractor. You know, Mikaela, they're not happy if they don't put some magnetic metal on everything."

Blake said gently, completely ignoring the three companions who were "contained" still behind her.

"So we got the point." Leo looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, "Wait a minute, let me give him a signal first."

After he finished speaking, he walked straight into the store, leaving Sam and Mikaela stunned in place.

"Is he too excited?"
"No, no, he's too excited."
"No, must be too excited."

The Twins roasted with extremely unclear meaning, "Hey Sam, he's going to be cool."

Sam showed an indescribable expression and decisively followed Mikaela to open the store door.

Blake dug out the radio frequency code from the database, slid in along the signal line, and then pulled Bumblebee and The Twins into her private connection.

The next second, they heard a very familiar voice.

A very, very, very familiar voice.

「No. 42! Your thighs, calves, inner muscles, ribs and shoulder blades are all done! Cash only! Next one!」

Bumblebee: "..."ヽ(#`Д´)ノ

It’s Simmons.

The head of Sector 7, the poor middle-aged man Simmons who was forced to lose his job after the Battle of Mission City.

"Oh...I heard Jazz talk about this guy..." Skid muttered, "Hey! He sounds like he took a shot of Ironhide's fusion cannon!"

"That's a weird analogy, man."

「My knife skills are so good, it's almost like art.」

"Stop it!...Watch your words!..."

「Have you ever heard of the 'The Real Effing Deal' website'?」

「Are you talking about that amateur blogger?」

「...You son of a ...oh oh oh! It's him! It's him!」

Blake swore on spark that she could see the "fuck what the hell" expression on Simmons' face, but it was a pity that she couldn't get in now, otherwise she would definitely have to capture the screen for Opten to "enjoy".

「No...」

「You must be kidding...」

「...Ok, we're closing! Get out! Get out of here! Mom! You too!」

"Pfft...'Mom'?" Mudflap said purposely.

「Wait a minute, do you know this guy?」

「We are old friends.」

「Old friend?! You caused Sector 7 to be shut down! We were disbanded by the government!! No security clearance, no pension, nothing! All because of you and your little girlfriend!!!」

"Oh...his lung capacity is amazing."

「The news is full of your pictures now, kid. And you fucking told me Megatron is still alive?! What happened?...Don't answer, I don't want to know and I don't want to be dragged into it anymore, bye, pretend you didn't see me. Never tell anybody that you've seen me!」

「Give me five seconds, we need your help, Simmons.」

「Really? You need my help?」 He repeated in a strange tone, 「Ha.」

「Don't 'ha'! Look, I'm going crazy! There's something in my brain! Something, can you relate on that? Ever since I touched the second fragment of the Allspark left in my coat a few days ago, there has been many symbols... they say those are ancient Cybertronian characters, flashing in my head! Now I'm a wanted, you think I don't need your help?」

Simmons was stunned, few seconds past, he asked him expressionlessly, "You mean symbols?"

"Yes! Isn't that clear enough!"

"...Follow me, meat freezer, all of you!"

……

Blake plans to tell the truth.

About the song, content and prompts.

She is doing two things at one time.

……

"You are about to see top secret."

An iron plate covered with crushed ice and meat scraps was pulled away, and the heavy musty smell from the basement rushed into their nose.

Sam and the other two looked at the bottom, which was at least one and a half floors high.

"Files, files. Hey boy! What's your name? ...Leo? Ok, stay away from that head, there's radiation."

"What's this?"

"A Decepticon, ha! He was causing chaos in Sector 7." He flipped through the files for a while and pulled out a stack of information, "Boy! Are this the symbols you saw?"

"...That's it..., where did you get it?"

"Before I got fired! I stole these files," he turned around and climbed up a ladder, "after reading more than 75 years of alien records, there is only one conclusion -"

"- The transformers, they've been here a long, long time."

……

Blake stopped transmitting the message.
There's a stimulant touches that piece of the puzzle that is not complete yet.

"Bee, when did Cybertron discover the Earth?"

……

Leo quickly caught the thicker book of information dropped from above with quick eyes and hands.

"Archaeologists have discovered these incomprehensible symbols in ancient monuments all over the world." Simmons took out a few old photos and took them on the table, "China, Egypt, Greece!"

He turned on the TV and started to play a documentary video, "1932, look, boy, are these the symbols in your mind?"

"...Yeah."

"Are these the same?"

Hearing this, Sam looked down and said, "Absolutely."

"So, how come they were drawing the same symbols? Look, 'Project Black Knife', robots in disguise. Aliens - these Cybertronians, they've never left, they've been hiding on Earth. All over the country. Many radioactive signals were detected, and I begged them to investigate, but they said the reading was too weak and said I was paranoid!"

Simmons shouted excitedly, "Me! Can you imagine?!"

……

"Perhaps the origins of Earth and Cybertron have been connected from the beginning." Blake reasoned, "This can explain why there are so many The Seekers here."

"But how?" Bumblebee didn't speak on the radio, "Cybertron has never had Earth's data files. Even the Boss only found it after the Allspark was lost."

"My guess is that all The Seekers on Earth have been abandoned."

"Abandon? What is that mean?"

She pondered for a while and answered The Twins' question, "This is my personal inference. The Primus dynasty of Cybertron, right? Then came the first batch of The Seekers. This group of pioneers wandered around the universe. Some people, they came to Earth and stayed. Then, some of the Seekers who were born one after another also came here, met their kind, and stayed.”

"Then again," she continued, an idea becoming clearer, "they discovered that there was no intelligent life on Earth, not long after the planet formed. Maybe that's what The Seekers planned to do - take away the sun. I remember, according to the history told to me by Allspark and Opten, the biggest mission of The Seekers is to find stars that supply Cybertron’s energy.”

"Sweetheart, you know this means...they..."

"I don't think so, Bee. If they are all believers of The Fallen, then Megatron will never waste this batch of soldiers during the Battle of Mission City. The number of believers should not be many, and The Fallen doesn't care about these people.”

"Civil War?" The Twins suddenly said.

"When The Original Thir…twelve Primes turned against that psychopath, when The Fallen was exiled by his brothers, and when all the remaining supremes were sacrificed, no one would pay attention to The Seekers. Especially at that time, Cybertron was probably in chaos."

Bumblebee thought for a while, put some useful data into a folder, and asked, "Why don't they send back the message? Because of the followers of The Fallen?"

"I'm afraid so. The files about the Earth may have fallen into the hands of that madman, but for this mediocre planet to have such achievements, some liberal The Seekers will have a sense of crisis. They may try to establish a large data base that may have tried to prevent The Fallen's contacts from being scanned and modeled on Earth, or there was a fight among them."

She continued, unconsciously starting to ramble, "After a fight, the war ended, and they were forgotten. But it is undeniable that the earth retains some things they left behind. For example, it is almost certain that it was the symbols carved by a group of believers of The Fallen. Judging from this, I guess he chose the earth as his home field this time because -"

"- He has already laid a plan to seize the sun here."

Bumblebee and The Twins didn't speak for six full seconds.

"Bro, I always feel like something is wrong. Does this mean that guy has been interested in this little blue and green ball since the Civil War?"

"Feel the same, bro. And then he was exiled with no chance, right? Now he's here again, this is revenge, this is definitely revenge, have you ever heard of 'salty'? Deliberately destroying the home that the Descendants of The Original Thirteen Primes hold dear? That's what it means, right? Blakey?”

"Oh...I didn't expect that there would be so many disasters here. I pity it." Skid said, "Now there's something on Earth that can take away the sun, there's Decepticons in The Seekers, and The Fallen is coming."

"Conclusion:" Mudflap continued, "The Fallen is so angry that he wants to start the small ball project to make the hot ball bye-bye. The Seekers are tool people, so exhausted that they can't even scan and fly. The symbols are a map, so as not to let this guy who probably has senile dementia forget where he buried his stuff.”

"There is still another place that you haven't discovered. Don't you find it?" Bumblebee's voice sounded a little indignant, "Megatron is The Fallen's apprentice, which means that he knew the existence of the earth but did not tell the Boss. What's worse is that our Allspark happened to fall here.”

Blake subconsciously wanted to nod, then realized that the shape of the sports car prevented her from doing this action, "Bee is right, maybe the Decepticons' purpose of robbing the Allspark - the annotation book and warehouse of symbols - was, is, all for this matter. From the beginning to the end, and Megatron was the first to discover the records on Earth, but kept all secrets from The Fallen for some strange reasons. Now, they finally break the silence, the goals of this group of leftists are so clear and determined. But we -"

"- We can't even find out what exactly we were protecting since two years ago. Or maybe worse."

"The Decepticons are hiding very deep." Bumblebee said.

Indeed, they hide it very deeply and secretly. As she thought this, the sounds of Sam and Simmons circling the symbols they saw continued to be heard from the radio.

In fact, Blake also believes that if Megatron has a good enough second-in-command beside him - she has never understood why Starscream can stay in that position for so long - loyal, ruthless, cruel, vicious, clever, all if enough.

If things go on like this, whatever "evil will never prevails over virtuous" or some sentances like this, they are scraps -

- The Decepticons would have won this war already.

====

"Mikaela, Mikaela, can you hear me?"

Mikaela was stunned, and took out the radio from her pocket, "Blakey?"

"Blakey???" Simmons asked ominously, "Is that Blake?? The guy who took a rifle and shot a bullet above my head?!"

"Good morning, Simmons. We made some discoveries. Is it convenient now?"

"Are you with other Autobots?"

"So to speak." Blake didn't want to explain immediately, "Listen, we guess that the Stellar Harvester is on Earth, and the purpose of The Fallen is to activate it to destroy the sun. Those symbols - Sam, those symbols are the map, maybe……"

"Wait...wait, wait..." Sam was shocked for a moment, "How do you know...? No, I mean, how did you deduce it? No, no, no, Blakey, these symbols are indeed maps, but it’s not about Harvester, it’s a super energy machine!”

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The air between the two places froze at the same time.

"……Wait a moment."

Her CPU was in chaos for a few seconds, and countless meaningless data climbed and grew like vines along with logical operations. Blake decisively played back the conversation that had just been backed up.

"...Holy!" Simmons slapped the table suddenly, "Genius! Why didn't I think of that! Yes! That's it!"

He looked around at several teenagers who were shocked by the news and said, "Yes, otherwise why are there so many The Seekers on Earth? Why? Why are they here? That's the reason!"

"Wait a minute!" Leo stuttered, "So you think this is true?! No...I'm not doubting Blakey, but...HE CLAIMS OUR SUN!? SUN!!"

"Or you have another explanation." Mikaela flipped her hair subconsciously, "Hey, maybe we are both right. Taken together, maybe the meaning of these symbols is to lead him to find the super energy machine, and that super energy machine is the key to activate Stellar Harvester? Otherwise, why didn't The Fallen appear when Optimus was still alive, but now..."

They looked at each other in realization.

"He really wants our sun!"
"The Supreme is his biggest nemesis!"
“That’s the Matrix of Leadership!”
"Resurrect Optimus!"

Bumblebe's voice sounded from the radio, with obvious excitement and impatience, "What are we waiting for!...Find...it!"

"That thing is called the Matrix of Leadership?" Simmons repeated, "The Matrix of Leadership, sounds like something Prime should have, ha!"

「The Matrix of Leadership is a key tragedy, and perhaps it was wrong from the beginning.」

This sentence suddenly popped up in the panel window in front of Blake's sight. She understood it, but did not say it out loud, "We need to translate the meaning of the symbols."

"Can't Simmons, a middle-aged unemployed old man?" Skid asked deliberately.

"What a rude name that is!... I only know their origin, but I can't translate it. Unless -"

"- Unless we can find a Decepticon."

Blake: "..."
Bumblebee: "..."
Sam: "..."
Mikaela: "..."
Leo: "..."

"Actually," The Twins said leisurely, "We can contact the base and ask the little guy."

Simmons: "...You actually have one!!!"

"Sam, Mikaela, Leo, Simmons," Blake sighed helplessly, "come up."

………………

The NEST were so happy that even the occasional thought of that idiot national security adviser could not dispel their awesome feeling that they were about to explode into the sky!

It’s as refreshing as drinking a whole bucket of high drink in one go!

“YES!!!!!!!!”

Dino was so excited that he almost smashed their workstation.

"Hey! Gonna be easy, man!"

“YES!!!!!!!!”

That’s right. "YES"! What could be more joyful than that he could come back? Jazz turned his head and saw Sideswipe and Arcee Three rushing past the base gate for the forty-ninth time.

"Ratchet! There's communication!" Ironhide shouted.

"It's Blakey!"

"What?! Is there any good news?"

"I think not, Q."

Blake's calm and steady voice sounded through the announcer, "Is everyone else here? I need them all."

Jazz was just about to call the racing guys to come over in the insider channel, but he didn’t expect that they had already stood behind him silently.

"...Ah fuck." These scraps shocked him a little bit.

Their left-wing is absolutely right.

It’s really not good news.

So the Decepticons are so persistent in taking over the Allspark not for the stupid ambition of rebuilding Cybertron to rule the entire universe, but to do things for another and use a one-to-one deal as a reward to practice the heinous thoughts of madness The Fallen?

Forgot, there is still desire for Megatron himself.

The Autobots who were staying in the base "waiting for government orders" almost didn't come back to their senses. In fact, Lennox and Epps on the workstation had already wiped their faces several times.

"By the Allspark...," Ratchet said in disbelief, "no wonder the Stellar Harvester has never been discovered on Cybertron, but only through oral transmission. It turns out that it is buried in the earth."

"So what now?" Jolt asked, "B…lanket search?"

"No!" Simmons shouted in a voice that was always either impatient or irritable, "I heard you have a surrender from Decepticons? Call him out!"

Wheelie emerged from behind Ironhide's right arm cannon, "This gentleman, um... sir you have an extremely strong risk of heart disease. Didn't anyone remind him to pay attention to regular physical examinations?"

Several small "poofs..." came and went immediately.

"...I heard it! What heart disease!...That's not the point! Hey, you, can you translate them? These symbols?"

"Oh, I can't understand, but I know where to find those who understand." He tapped one of his temples, and a transparent and bluish map of the United States was projected in mid-air, with several red dots marking several locations.

Some places' name.

He continued, "These places. All I know is that they came to Earth a long, long time ago, and are old enough to be able to translate these words."

They came forward to take a look.

Lennox squinted his eyes and said, "The closest one is in Washington, the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum."

“Understood.”

Blake cut off the communication and found Simmons staring at her dashboard with miraculous eyes.

"Simmons?"

"I still really doubt whether I have a terminal illness or whether I have finally developed a mental disorder just because the government has not given us pensions insurance and unemployment benefits..." He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, his tone full of emotion. It's admiration, "This is...amazing..."

He continued, "You are a combination of Cybertronian and Earthling."

"What do you mean, man?" The Twins followed the team and started the engine, "Combined?"

"You mean...two in one...?"

"Yes!" Simmons couldn't help raising his hand and knocking on the steering wheel, "Boys, although I am an old man, at least I still have some eyesight. Believe me, Blake, you are a complete Cybertronian. At the same time, you are also a completely earthly human. This transition is too perfect how can they do that!”

"We all know this, Ironhide said it." Bumblebee asked, "But that's what fusion means?"

"Don't Cybertronians reproduce by having sex?"

"That's… next conversation." Blake immediately suppressed the gradually distorted topic, "I have thought about it. My family...father's lineage, regardless of gender, has violet irises, but the maternal linage is blue, green or brown, public and common kinds.”

"That's right! The bloodline passed down to you by your father must have Cybertronian genes! Those genes are hidden under the coverage of human genes, am I right? What inspired you?"

"Amazing...," Leo was dumbfounded in the passenger seat, "oh my God, Sam, did you hear that? He actually guessed them all!"

Sam didn't want to express his opinion.

"Yes, Simmons. The fragment of the Allspark is still in Mikaela's hand, and that important item happened to fly in front of her after the accident."

Mikaela subconsciously touched the thing she asked her boyfriend to put in her pocket - he had already had "experience" anyway - and said, "So, in the early days of Cybertron, there was indeed a group of residents who passed through the wormhole and used transformation technology?"

"...It's amazing, they can actually mat… ouch - !"

Blake expressionlessly retracted the seat belt buckle that hit Leo's head, slowly slowed down and waited for the red light.

"But why did they leave Cybertron?" Sam asked puzzledly, "Even if they left, they could still live on other planets."

"You hit the point, kid." Simmons quickly replied, "But only the second question can be answered by humans, that is, everything that can be seen and within the reach of their eyes is not suitable for them to live."

"Hey brother, he's not really suitable for elegance, isn't he?" Skid said.

"You're right, brother." Mudflap said.

Simmons: "...=_=##"

Forget it, forget it, don’t argue with the childish Autobots. He thought, and suddenly a question came up, "Where is your 'transformation key'?"

"Transformation key?"

"You don't think you can never return to a human body again, do you?"

"Of course not, Simmons." Blake paused, "I just think the word 'transformation key' is a bit...interesting."

Simmons’ second time: “……=_=###”

Bumblebee was so happy that he applauded for a long time.

*

[Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum, Washington, DC, USA]

It was already 4:35 pm when they arrived. According to the museum’s opening hours, it should be ready to close.

The sky is still bright, but the clouds above their heads are misty and no sunlight can shine through. The huge parking lot was empty, with only four expensive and luxurious sports cars parked there quietly.

If they don’t open the door, it’s really quiet.

The audio receptor of the rose gold Lamborghini Murcielago was shaken by the noise. The breeze blew over, cooling the hot hood slightly. The leaves of the tree not far away were shaken, making a "rustling" sound.

"I've wanted to be an astronaut since I was a child..." Simmons finally got out of the car, holding a telescope in his hand and looking at it with melancholy.

Then he took off his pants.

"Take it!"

"What?" Sam took the jar he threw, "Pills?"

"Give it to your little girlfriend and roommate boy. It's super high concentration, so bitter and painful that it can make you evade the lie detector. Oh, but it doesn't matter, life is just that bitter and painful. Alright! Everyone, check the time, keep your brains flexible. First, go to the toilet and call a lawyer if you get caught, okay? Don’t mention my name.”

"Simmons." Blake said calmly.

"...I knew it!...Okok, whatever!" He took out an electric shock baton from the box, "It's time for the show to begin… Leo!"

"...Wait a minute, do I really need to take this?! Please, I can't! I'm not an alien bounty hunter! And I have never used it before! I..."

"Hey, hey, hey! Boy! Boy, listen clearly, if you dare to let this mission fail, than I will stab your asshole, so clamp your butt muscles!"

Simmons patted the roof of Blake's, "You see? Huh? This is your friend, who saved your life, think about that big guy again. Did you dare to say that you don't care! Look! Me!" He reached out and almost hit Sam's right eye.

"Even this guy makes me lose my job, there will be no allowance, no pension, nothing!"

Leo looked at his newly put on - not even put on yet - pants, nodded with mixed emotions.

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…

Sports cars watch humans accomplish great tasks.

"Hey Bumblebee, do you think the old man can do it?"

Mudflap said, turning around in a circle, "He looks really... not very good."

"Believe him. Although Simmons needs to be beaten and bombed, he is just like Jazz."

Mudflap: "..."
Skid: "..."

"What?"
"What?"

"What?" Bumblebee turned on and off his headlights, "Sweetheart, you can take advantage of the time to rest."

"I don't think it is necessary, Bee. The physical strength of Cybertronization lasts longer than humans themselves. Besides..." She checked the energy value, "there is still 82 percent of the energy available for consumption."

"You have to replenish your energy when you have forty percent left, sweetheart."

Blake scanned the surrounding environment for a while and found that there were three monitors on the roadside. She gave up the idea of ​​turning back to the main body to stretch the electric lines.

"How do you replenish energy?" she asked, "Fuel, or charging? Maybe direct ingestion?"

"Gasoline is just a substance that provides the vehicle with a starting point. We usually choose to ingest and charge directly."

"Hey Blakey!" Skid suddenly shouted, "Have you ever wondered what gasoline tastes like? Although we don't eat these things on Cybertron, we have no choice when we get to Earth."

She abruptly thought of a strange question, something like "So Opten can only ingest diesel?"

"'Not eating these things'? Does Cybertron also have a refinery?"

"That's usually the money-free option," Mudflap continued, "we have energy pits, and that's the main source. People who need to clean up their bodies will go offline to recharge."

Simply put, there are two types of "energy intake" for Cybertronians. The first is "eating" and the second is "charging". "Eating" is divided into two different ways, one of which is "edible oil" and the other is energy cubes.

There are many kinds of "oil", including edible grade, consumer grade, manufacturing grade, and drug. As for energy cubes... to use a metaphor, they are like human beings' "ordinary/daily staple food", which is healthier and more advanced than "edible oil".

Once again, the metaphor... It should be the legendary difference between "eating actual food in the middle of the month vs. eating dirt at the end of the month".

As for "charging", it's very easy to understand. The body of a Cybertronian is a sophisticated electronic machine, which translates into various high-tech 3C products in the human world. When there is no power, it will be connected to the power supply.

But if one can eat it, why does he need to charge himself?

Therefore, this method of energy replenishment has become a kind of "weight loss" from a human perspective. Whenever the transportation pipelines in the body accumulate too many impurities, they will choose to recharge and rely on external force to assist in cleaning the refuse in the pipelines.

"Amazing." Blake said in surprise, "A very perfect biological arrangement, without any flaws at all."

"Oh! And high drinks!" The Twins said in unison, "Wow, I remember some people often drank until the CPU crashed."

"Liquor?"

"Yes, sweetheart."

She couldn't help but curl her lips.

Speaking of which, controlling metal facial expressions always requires more effort than when she is in a human form.

Maybe because it’s metal?

On the contrary, although the body has become very heavy - literally heavy - it is not "bulky". That is to say, the sensitivity is very high. In addition, the various weapon systems which are equipped with her are truly powerful and smooth as if... integrated.

And she also experienced the pleasure of speed called "breaking the wind and riding the waves", and finally understood why so many of her companions like to race themselves.

Racing on her own is a completely different experience than racing with Panthera - or Opten (they drive her to race), but it's hard to say which one she prefers.

All in all, it's just really adrenaline-ed.

Suddenly, she felt as if her spark was suffocated for a few seconds.

"...Bee? Skid? Mudflap?"

"It's the energy fluctuation of the Allspark fragment." Bumblebee answered.

"But it's a little weird," Skid said, "right?"

"I think so too, bro."

Blake vigilantly detected the energy frequency that was not quite right, and slowly moved forward a few meters as it became stronger and stronger.

"Sam and the others are in danger."

Her premonition was actually not entirely accurate, at least after a big hole was blasted out of the museum's gate by a fusion cannon.

"Fuck! Oh...my butt is itching like hell! Who woke me up! You ignorant, soft-backed creatures! Submit yourself at my feet, hahahahahaha och - !"

The four Autobots watched him fall with expressionless expressions.

The Twins first changed from the car back to the original body, "Hey! You!"

"What are you doing! Who are you two cubs?! Where are those humans! Scrap, why is my butt so itchy! There is rust everywhere!"

Blake: "..."
Bumblebee: "..."

"Skid, Mudflap." Blake relieved her disguise of the vehicle mode, and her 700-centimeter-high field of view allowed her to clearly see the red optics of the guy in front of her who was even more violent than Simmons, "Hey, uh... Sir?"

"My name is Jetfire!! Surrender to Jetfire's eternal glory!! You gu..."

Sam and the others just caught up.

Mikaela took out Armalite's black box from the pocket on the other side of her pants and threw it to Simmons.

"Monitors, thank you."

Simmons: "..." Fine!

"Blakey! Bee!" Sam ran forward, "...Ooooh! Hey, don't point that thing at my head!"

Jetfire narrowed his optics and retracted the barrel with a “click” sound -

- Then the barrel fell down to the ground with a "bomp" sound.

Humans: "……"
Autobots: "……"

This is quite embarrassing.

"Who are you? Why did you wake me up?... Damn it, look at me! I'm that old, and can't even to sleep well! You are all scraps! A bunch of scraps!"

"He must have Alzheimer's or bipolar disorder, bro."

"Agreed, bro."

Blake stroked her forehead and ignored Bumblebee's subsequent unilateral force crushing of The Twins. She tentatively stepped forward and asked.

"Jetfire? Are you a Decepticon or a surrender?"

In view of Wheelie's special situation, she included this sentence as the first choice in the "Decepticon Question List".

"Are you blind?! Look at my optics! ...Oh, wait a minute, I have switched to the Autobots' side. Where is the war now?"

"Have you heard of the supreme title of 'Optimus Prime'?"

"Oh...that little kid, he had just become supreme when I left Cybertron." Jetfire shook his head, and a few drops of energy fluid seeped out from the facial armor, "Did he win?"

"...The current state is that he is dead. But..."

"Damn! I'm just on a mission! ...Wait, then this means no one can stop that person..., where am I? Tell me! Is this the earth! ...Oh, of course this is the earth, I almost forgot the few grains of millets next to me…”

The few grains of millets: "..."

"What's wrong with this guy?" Simmons asked in disbelief.

"We haven't finished yet, we can bring the supreme back." Blake moved closer to him, "Jetfire, who is 'that person'? Is it The Fallen? What did you originally do here?"

"Of course it's The Fallen, kid! Why am I here on Earth? Looking for the fucking Harvester!"

"Oh my God..." Simmons collapsed, "Big guy! Be whole! Details!"

"You troublesome spinal creature." He muttered a few words and said, "Prime convinced me, what's the point of killing? I just want to live my own life, develop my own research in peace. So. I became a spy for the Autobots! Haha, little guys, Mr. Jetfire was once an important leader of the Decepticons!"

"So I asked about the location of Harvester!" He continued talking to himself, or maybe them, "The great Jetfire advanced to the earth alone. I originally wanted to get its precise coordinates and then return to Cybertron to tell Prime, but I didn't expect -"

"- I didn't expect that I would be treated as a real fighter plane by humans and flown onto the battlefield! Damn it! A fucking plane!"

"Am I a plane!!! The old man here is Jetfire!!! The eternally burning Jetfire!!"

Humans: "……"
Autobots: "……"

"Then my energy ran out. What are you humans! Are you pervert? Why are so many surveillance systems produced! It's like a wholesale assembly line running out one by one! Damn!"

Forgive them. But they can still hear a sense of comedy in it.

"Wait, you said that when you left Cybertron, Optimus had just become supreme, but 'went to the battlefield'...?" Mikaela asked hesitantly.

"Is there a problem, Girl?" Jetfire bent down slightly, and his waist parts made a heartbreaking sound of metal friction, "When the civil war reached the three millions and second year, the Cybertron Supreme Council conferred Prime. I left Cybertron in the five-hundreds thousand years after that, and was trapped in a storm for three-hundreds thousand years. When I landed on Earth, I rested for seven thousand years and then started looking for Harvester. I was also very tired, okay? Your race's energy is too bad, I did even want to have a diet! Bah!”

Mikaela’s expression was a bit hard to describe. To be honest, Cybertron's way of counting years is always the "hundreds of thousands" model, and she still has trouble getting used to it.

It looks almost unimaginable.

"Anyway, I didn't find that thing, and Prime is gone." He sat down on the ground, and cracks appeared on the asphalt road, "In the end, the Decepticons won the war. ...Wait a moment, it was who says Prime can be brought back?”

The reflection arc is too long! ! ! Several humans and Autobots thought in crumbled.

"It's me." Blake patted him on the shoulder, "I'm Blake, currently serving as the left-wing adjutant of the Autobots."

"Can you?"

"We can." She gestured in the direction, "We have a companion who have seen something from the Allspark, and these things need you to translate. You are the key, Jetfire."

Jetfire looked at her for a long time, all of a sudden, he shouted with totally convulsed.

"Wait! It is impossible! How can you be here!"

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Blake was startled and subconsciously looked back at the others. However, her companions were also confused and looked at each other in suspicion.

"Excuse me?"

"Ha! Two!" He jumped up excitedly and rushed to Sam, "Is it you? Map? Tell me quickly! Holy Primus! I almost had a schizophrenia when I found that thing!"

You are schizophrenic now! Sam couldn't help but twitch the his mouth, asked for a knife from Simmons, ran into the small lawn next to him, and started carving.

"Bro, what is 'two'?" Mudflap poked his brother.

"Good question, bro." Skid blinked his optics, "Oh, I guess this old guy must be old enough to know something, right? Bumblebee?"

"I guess so."

Bumblebee spread his hands and walked towards Sam and the others, "Maybe Leo is right, I'm mentally prepared."

Leo? Leo is right? The Twins thought for a few seconds, then suddenly raised their heads and looked into each other's optics.

"What the fuck!?"
"What the fuck!?"

……

Sam is working hard. Jetfire was already chatting with Blake.

"According to inheritance, do you know who my father is?"

"Who is he?"

"A tire!" He laughed loudly, "Hahahahaha!! Then do you know what else he can transform into besides himself?"

"What does he transform into?"

"Nothing works!!... But he is very dignified, even though he is in the worst environment." Jetfire paused, "Tell me your name again?"

"Blake." She thought for a while and added her last name, "My name is Blake Cybertron."

However, to her surprise, Jetfire didn't react much, but was a little unnaturally calm.

"You don't look surprised."

"Yes, I'm not surprised. Son, you and him will be the last hope."

"...I'm sorry? I don't understand? In fact, I have a lot of doubts about myse..."

"Hey! Sorry for the interruption, but I finished." Sam ran over, "Uh... you have to come and take a look."

Blake unconsciously shrank her optics, but could only temporarily suppress her puzzles. But……

She thought that she knew the beginning of it all because of this eyes.

This pair is unique and represents some special meaning -

- This violet optics.

"That's it. It's been running around in my head all day. Please tell me what you know."

"Oh...let me see, ...hey! I know this, the tip of the dagger and the key!"

"Wow slow down," Sam interrupted, repeating, "Dagger tip? Key? What's that?"

"There's no time to explain. Listen, I once eavesdropped on their conversation, and I also saw this thing. Although I didn't know the significance at that time. ...Damn it! If I had known, I would have stuck myself to the corner closer and longer!"

"You mean you missed it?"

"You brat, are you deaf! They only mentioned coordinates and riddles! Holy Primus! Who knows what the hell that place is!"

"But you didn't remember it after you came to Earth!"

Jetfire was angry enough that he sprayed the teenager with a mouthful of energy fluid, "You know nothing! The old man didn't even know which idiot planet the coordinates were on back then! The retard of The Fallen didn't even say it was about Harvester or The Matrix!"

Sam: "..."

"Okok my bad!" He wiped his face carelessly under his girlfriend's "Wow, that's so miserable" expression of pity, "So what now?"

"You! Those three! And the few millet grains left! And you, the lost one, called Blake Cybertron. Don't move, or don't blame me if your head and body are separated!"

They stood in concentric circles, with Sam and the others in the innermost circle. Jetfire rummaged around and took out a precision instrument that looked like a remote control, then squatted down and pressed its switch.

The fluorescent blue laser immediately enveloped them.

"Handheld ground bridge!"

The Twins shouted in surprise, but that was all. The lawn in front of the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum is empty. Except for strange traces that have been deliberately erased and a few pools of unknown liquid, it seems like nothing has happened here.

Never.

====

[Egypt, wilderness]

In the hot and silent desert, there are only a few large rocks standing high. The endless yellow sand and the indifferent wind make the steaming heat vaguely visible on this land with the naked eye.

The sky is sunny with altocumulus clouds. The temperate Mediterranean climate presses heavily on the atmosphere in the high-pressure zone of the standard summer pattern.

There is a heavy burden in the air that is enough to scorch a person.

It was still the same scenery day after day. In the next second, a piece of sand suddenly burst into flying dust, like a goddess scattering flowers, and several small black shadows sprayed out fiercely from it.

Accompanied by a pitiful scream of "aaahhhh", the things plummeted vertically toward the ground from a height of one and a half floors.

"Aaaahhhh!"

"Pfft - !"
“Fuucckk!!!!!”
"Ouch!!!!"
“UUUUUUUU!!”

"..."

Blake lay down on the sand and finally couldn't help but raised her hands to cover her face.

Damn.

There is definitely something wrong with this ground bridge.

"It's not too bad... we should still be on the same planet."

Jetfire's voice came from afar.

It’s really far.

"Sam!!!" Mikaela got up from Leo, "Are you ok!"

"I'm fine!" He waved his hand vigorously, "Where are we!?"

"Simmons!"

"Hey!!! Where are the others!!"

It took them almost ten minutes to assemble. The Twins hung like dead fish on the edge of the mountain platform above Sam's head.

"I'm dead."
"I'm dead too."

"That really hurts, very painful, okay?" Simmons raised his head and glared at Jetfire in protest, "You're lucky I didn't get hurt!"

Blake reached out and patted the dust off her body, "Is anyone hurt?"

They shook their heads in unison.

"Jetfire, here is Egypt, right?" She asked.

"Yes, I didn't say that?"

"You didn't say a damn word at all!" Simmons said angrily again, "Egypt!"

"What on earth are we doing in Egypt!!!" Sam answered for him.

"Did you hear that? This guy is right. Tell me the whole story from beginning to end, simple facts and details!"

Jetfire subconsciously knocked the ground with his "crutch", "Since I can't find the Harvester, then you can take the 'key' and make The Fallen unable to do anything. Remember, The Matrix of Leadership is the key to activate the Stellar Harvester, The Lost One." He pointed at Blake, then at Simmons and a group of people, and continued,

"Turn on your CPU Memory sector and engrave this sentence deeply into it otherwise I will make you experience endless pain!...Damn! I forgot that I am an Autobot again!"

"Just get to the POINTS!!"

"In the beginning, there were a total of seven most high supremes. They were the oldest leaders of Cybertron. One of them - The Fallen. His supreme racism led him to go his own way, snatched The Matrix and forcibly activated the Stellar Harvester. However, that the intelligent life forms around the star suffered a mass extinction. This violated the 'rules'. They had a rule that 'planets with intelligent life cannot be destroyed', so the remaining six most high supremes and others united to fight against him."

"During that period, I only know that The Fallen's obsession with stars gradually turned to the struggle for power, which is The Matrix, which symbolizes the supreme leader. Since then, he has transformed from working alone to recruiting troops, attracting a large number of supporters of racial supremacy. It was also at this time that he began to search for traces of The Seekers, intending to use the stars to establish authority for himself and weaken the will of the supremes. At that time, he seemed to have found a target, but I didn't know where, I heard about it. The Fallen gained a group of new local believers, but some Seekers believed that his ideas were improper, so they finally chose not to join. However, there were no intelligent life forms on the planet at that time, and even if this group of Seekers opposed him, it was useless. He set his sights on the target star and then began to build a local platform for the Stellar Harvester. Those Seekers were his overseers. "

"At the end of the great civil war, the supremes couldn't bear to kill him, so they had to sacrifice themselves to seal The Matrix in a tomb which was built with their body and spark energy. Before they died, they used tremendous spark energy to modify some of The Matrix's programs. After that, it's becoming The Fallen can never defeat the supreme who has been crowned by it. They store The Fallen's data in The Matrix. As soon as the next supreme confronts him, The Matrix will automatically activate the gift of protection and repulse induction mechanism. And before the supremes sealed it, they had used it to crown a new leader of Cybertron, and from that point on, The Fallen was completely exiled.”

"...Wow," Sam blinked and came back to his senses, "That amazing but...your story is very complete. Were you once a librarian?"

"I'm a science officer!!!" Jetfire roared, "I once knew a friend, and his friend's friend's friend's friend was the librarian!"

"...Hey, wait," Mikaela frowned and asked in confusion, "So The Fallen already knew that The Matrix of Leadership was on Earth?"

"Yes, Mikaela."

Blake stared at a certain point on the sand, and the index finger and thumb of her right hand rubbed each other unconsciously, "I guess that maybe Megatron visited Earth earlier and discovered the symbols on the walls of the ancient ruins. But he couldn't understand it, he must realize he need to find the Allspark to decipher it, but the civil war has started, and he has to rob to get the Allspark, so he made a deal with The Fallen.”

She followed her thoughts and said, "I think Megatron didn't tell The Fallen what the symbols looked like. This was probably because he was worried that he would lose value in front of that madman and be killed. But The Fallen might also have forgotten the use of memory image retention technology, maybe he didn’t pay attention to these details at the time. This is what I deducted.”

"He has long known that The Matrix is ​​on Earth, but he doesn't know where it is. He is lazy to find it by himself, instead, he just wants the Allspark. Because getting the Allspark is killing two birds with one stone. Compared with finding it by himself, The Matrix, and then confronting Megatron who has the Allspark, I think he prefers temporary cooperation and unexpected betrayal.”

"Megatron can recognize those symbols as ancient Cybertronian writings, probably because of the once life-and-death relationship between him and Opten. The Fallen understands that this is the message left to him by his believers on Earth. After all, they all already know where Stellar Hervester is. But if The Seekers were about to fall into eternal sleep, and still consumed energy to leave records, it meant that there must be something on earth that he must know, then it can only be The Matrix of Leadership."

A group of people and Autobots stared at her in astonishment.

Chapter Text

"...Blakey...?"

"I saw something..." Blake stroked her forehead, "It's just...I suddenly knew this. Jetfire, allow me, it's not a matter of time, but -"

"- You also know who I am, didn't you?"

For a moment, in the sweltering desert, there were only the rolling sounds of fine grains and slight breathing.

Her violet eyes were even brighter under the sunlight. After being looked at for a while, Jetfire abruptly felt a little dazzling, and an inexplicable and complicated emotion gradually surged into him.

"Yes," he finally said, "I know who you are. The truth inside of you and why your ancestors left."

"Why? And who?"

“…Tell me you were from another universe.”

"I am."

Leo was covered in goosebumps by this atmosphere.

"Hey," he whispered, "I think I guessed it right."

“You know who he is, the leader of The Autobots. He once told me about this history. Because he wants me to be on the right side.”

Jetfire fell silent, then slowly looked up at the blue sky, "Optimus Prime, the descendant of The Ten First Generation Primes, who has the qualification to receive The Matrix of Leadership to be a prime."

"Hold on one second," Mikaela interrupted, "I remember the most high supremes are seven?"

"I guess he will tell you personally, and you all." His ethereal low metallic voice echoed in the hot air, "Whether it's right or wrong, it's just idealism. As for you, Blake Cybertron -"

"- You are also the one qualified to receive The Matrix."

“- Like what I just said,”

“- The Lost One.”

"Look! I guessed it right hahahahahaha!!!!"

Leo was extremely excited, "Guys! I guessed it right!!! Holy shit - Ouch!!"

He was slapped hard from behind by Simmons.

"Then, tell me," Blake said slowly, trying to delete the exclamation points and "Damn" that kept popping up in the CPU, "the truth of the riddle."

"When the dawn illuminates the tip of the dagger, the three kings will open the door."

When the dawn illuminates the tip of the dagger, the three kings will open the door. They repeated it silently several times.

"My time is over, but when you need me, the great Jetfire hahahah, do not underestimate my power."

"Go! Boys! Go find your way!"

He put the "crutch" back behind his back and transformed into a Lockheed Martin SR-71 Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft. A cloud of smoke was ejected from the engine, he flew away to the east.

Bumblebee hit the twins with both hands, knocking them down that almost had them eaten a mouthful of sand.

"It seems that sweetheart can no longer serve as adjutant."

"Bah bah...ya that makes sense. Bro, we have two leaders! The Autobots have two leaders!"
"One goes to deal with Megatron!"
"The other one goes to deal with The Fallen!"

Blake transformed back into a Lamborghini, and the headlights flashed twice, "Let's go, we need to find where the 'dagger tip' is first."

Simmons shook his phone and said, "After asking, my former contact at the CIA said that the ancient Semitic people called Akaba Bay 'the tip of the dagger'."

"That's part of the Red Sea." Sam followed him into the car.

"Yes! It is like the tip of a knife that separates Egypt and Jordan, 29.5 degrees north latitude and 35 degrees east longitude, right here."

"We're going to have them get Optimus there." He patted Bumblebee's steering wheel, "Bee, tell Blakey we have to go into town and find a public telephone."

"She heard it, Sam, the base is on the insider channel."

*

Hours ago, Lennox and Epps received instructions from the White House. It was stated above that all the Autobots and the "already sacrificed" Optimus Prime would be imprisoned on the spot until the results of congressional review are released, further decisions can be made as to where these alien residents should go.

However, in this regard, the NEST special force stated -

- "K."

Ultimately, no one cares about - or pay attention to - any of this. At least based on the current situation, it is obvious that "how to prevent the sun from being attacked by pervert" is the most important thing.

Oh...the word "pervert" still comes from Jazz's wired adjective, and it has become a tacit joke among them a long time ago.

Panthera yawned lazily as always, looking around with half-open purple optics. The entire of him nestled gracefully between the hood of Ironhide and the hood of Jazz.

Right in the middle.

The seam.

The two cars, with their front ends touching, were forced into a super strange posture.

"Tell me, I mean about Panthy, has he watched some weird Earth videos?" Arcee asked, crossing her arms.

"Maybe. You see, I found some information about 'cats are liquid' on the Internet."

Chromia projected a three-dimensional screen, "It's exactly the same."

Elita came over with interest, "Wow! Hey, it fits perfectly into the rectangular plastic box."

"That's right, Elita. Look at Panthy, he looks like he's trying to squeeze himself into Ironhide and Jazz."

Arcee has a cold face. In fact, she was quite puzzled as to why the weapons specialist and adjutant still stayed there and allowed Panthera to cause mischief, and she felt that the two of them most likely needed to replace their CPUs.

"No, Arcee." Chromia suddenly said, "You see, Earth has a word called 'cat slave'."

The three of them stood aside and talked openly, but the Autobot right-wing adjutant and Autobot weapons specialist who were forced to become "cat slaves" didn't think so.

【Damn! Why can’t I get rid of it! 】Ironhide yelled angrily in the private connection, 【Panthy's little scrap! 】

【He learned this from you, Ironhide. Look at you, Panthy used to be very good boy and obedient. 】

【Damn Jazz! That's because Blakey is here! 】

【Oh, man...】Jazz sighed in a half-serious manner, and sang a strange aria, saying, 【You have no prestige, you have become a slave in this bustling world. 】

Ironhide pressed a series of long horns.

【Lasfedimagua! 】

Lennox and Epps were napping on the work chairs on the platform. Unexpectedly, there was a horn shouted in their heads and they immediately jumped up in shock.

"Enemy attack! Personnels prep...hey!"

"What Lenny!" Ironhide pressed the accelerator, "Damn! Panthy, take the hook back from the wiper!"

Lennox: "..."
Still Lennox: "...What the f -"

"Ratchet! What the hell you done on Panthy's body parts! Which hook is this! I can't get it off!"

"It's not a hook, that's a buckle, Ironhide. It's a hook when it's launched. Once it wraps around the target, it will grow an extra half circle to lock the distance between ourselves and the enemy." Ratchet said calmly, and then throws a wrench-dart to someone who went on the 876th lap. The name's Sideswipe.

Pity, missed.

"Why the hell you had to install this thing for Panthy!!"

"Upgrade regularly. Come over here, Panthy, and show them your new model."

Panthera got up and ran a few steps, but unfortunately he didn't move a bit.

He blinked his optics in confusion and looked back, oh... he forgot to undo the buckle.

"New model?" Epps leaned against the railing of the platform and raised his eyebrows. "I guess the base's funds are going to be in deficit again. My God, this place is like a large car show. Our men's eyes shine every time when they go training."

"Oh, Panthy doesn't have a scanning function, Epps. I can only make fine-tuning upgrades based on the car model's data."

Epps whistled, "Cool!"

What is displayed in front of everyone is still a black motorcycle, but the body is more streamlined than the original style. Although they can't see the newly equipped parts and functions, the Kawasaki Ninja 500R transformed by Panthera is no longer the same as its original appearance.

But it does not belong to any known motorcycle in the market.

"When the dawn illuminates the tip of the dagger, the three kings will open the door."

"?"
"?"
"?"

Suddenly a deep voice was heard. Several Autobots were stunned, and subconsciously lowered their heads and looked at their broadcasters.

Who is this...?

"My time is over, but when you need me, the great Jetfire hahahah, do not underestimate my power."

"Go! Boys! Go find your way!"

Jetfire...?
Jetfire...!

They looked at each other in surprise.

Jetfire..., that was the Decepticon science officer that Optimus - no, strictly speaking, it should still be Orion Pax - personally lobbied for!

Sideswipe slowed down and stopped quietly.

"It seems that sweetheart can no longer serve as adjutant."

"Bah bah...ya that makes sense. Bro, we have two leaders! The Autobots have two leaders!"
"One goes to deal with Megatron!"
"The other one goes to deal with The Fallen!"

…Two leaders…?

"Let's go, we need to find where the 'dagger tip' is first."

"After asking, my former contact at the CIA said that the ancient Semitic people called Akaba Bay 'the tip of the dagger'."

"That's part of the Red Sea."

Recognizing the familiar voice, Epps quickly turned around to bring up the panel and opened the world map, enlarging the area where the Red Sea connected to the Sinai Peninsula seven times.

"Yes! It is like the tip of a knife that separates Egypt and Jordan, 29.5 degrees north latitude and 35 degrees east longitude, right here."

"We're going to have them get Optimus there. Bee, tell Blakey we have to go into town and find a public telephone."

"She heard it, Sam, the base is on the insider channel."

Lennox quickly copied down the coordinates, "Sam? Where are you? What happened?"

"Lenny?? Hey, listen to me," Sam said quickly, "Remember? Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum? We found a guy named Jetfire, and he gave a hint, this is the password, this is the map ! It can lead us to The Matrix of Leadership!”

"Good!" He couldn't help but slam the table, "Jetfire is following you?"

"Fly away."

"Oh, it's so casual." Epps had a hard-to-speak expression on his face, "But the 'dagger tip'? Huh? 29.5 north latitude, 35 east longitude. God, that's Egypt. How are you going to get there?"

"Don't worry, Epps." Blake said quietly, "In fact, we are already in Egypt."

"..."
"..."
"..."

"...What...?!"

"It's a handheld ground bridge!" Skid replied, "Oh you won't believe it! That Alzheimer's guy actually has a handheld ground bridge!"

Ratchet touched his chin, "So you need us to transport Optimus' body there? Do you have more precise coordinates? I need to go to the second or third decimal place."

"Wait...," Sideswipe shrank his optics, "our goal actually only requires The Matrix, right?"

Blake wanted to nod habitually again, but stopped abruptly, "Indeed. Only it can activate the Harvester, but it would be better if Harvester could be found its location, damn it..."

"What happened?"

"Local police cars, we're shaking off these tails."

Ironhide pondered for a long time, and then finally said, "You already know."

Several Autobots and two human commanders looked at him doubtfully.

“Blakey, you already know.”

Blake was silent for a long time, "Jetfire told us that I am also a descendant of the supremes, but he did not explain the origin."

Oh...that's why The Twins said that the Autobots have two lea...

…ders?

"Dude, I suspect I'm hearing hallucinations." Epps summed up the whole thing in one sentence.

"Anyway, no matter what," Arcee said, "we must send the Boss there first."

This is indeed the most urgent priority, and they each made the preparations they should make. Blake connected to the base's work station and sent the coordinates 2.0 requested by Ratchet.

North latitude 29.50, east longitude 34.88.

At the same time, the Decepticons remained silent, with no slightest movement detected or reported.
Whether it is NEST or the Autobots - although it is more likely that the two have already been combined as one, and is inseparable - they are fighting against time for more time.

They must race against time.

Chapter Text

====

「It is estimated that there are still six hours until the NEST troops arrive.」

In the middle of the night, four humans and four Autobots entered a temple to rest. The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is huge. The temperature during the day is still nearly 40 degrees Celsius, but now it is only 20 degrees Celsius.

But for people like Sam and the others, who was born in a North American country, this can be said to be a very strong contrast between hell and heaven.

Daytime = hell

Night = heaven

However, because the Cybertronians were too large - body, they had to stay close to the temple and patrol in turns. The energy value of each person gradually approached half of the fixed limit.

Bumblebee has the highest combat power, so Blake chose to let him rest first, leaving The Twins to slowly circle around.

There is no light pollution in the tropical desert here, and the stars in the sky are visible to the naked eye - oh, it should be the optics - but thanks to technology, she discovered as she looked that she could use the celestial calibration system to identify the names of stars.

It seems to be a preset space navigation for space travel (or wandering).

Blake silently stared at the panel in the upper left corner of her sight, where a huge star was displayed. It has ring, and it's obviously Saturn.

She quietly connected to the Internet and recorded other information about Saturn into a folder called "The Area of ​​Stars" in the CPU.

Due to the similarity of the words, Starscream’s bad face suddenly appeared in her mind. Autobot left-wing squinted her violet optics. The moonlight shone on the rose gold-painted body, making her look like she exuded a strange cold beauty.

Make her looked a little calm and solemn.

The silence seems to be accompanied by a tension that can break out at any time.
Like a calm active volcano, a sleeping fire, or burning ice.

No matter who he or she is. Blake thought this way, no matter who faced Starscream, his spark would only be extinguished in her hands.

Although this Decepticon adjutant inspired her "identity", he actually seriously injured her once. Putting this aside, the time he blew off Bumblebee's legs in the Battle of Mission City was enough to make him die several times.

Come again..., she thought clearly, looking away from Saturn and looking at another angle. Behind the three Egyptian pyramids towering into the sky, there is a mist of gold, red and blue rising slightly.

Finally, there is the Decepticon scrap that penetrated Opten's spark cabin - Breakdown.

But maybe she doesn't need to avenge him.

He will want to do it himself.

"Sweetheart?"

"Aren't you going to rest?" Blake came to her senses, and a bright silver line slipped from the corner of her field of vision.

"Twins just went offline, aren't you going?"

Bumblebee sat on her left side, with his hands around his knees, "We can't let Boss lose his temper just after he wakes up."

"I don't think Opten will lose his temper. He will just look at me and us with helpless eyes."

The young Autobot warrior couldn't help but blinked when he heard this, "That makes sense."

"Actually," she suddenly felt interested in wanting to say something, "I thought about the 'symbolism' thing for a while. Starting from my last name, until the song Opten gave me, and then I remembered his original name - Orion Pax."

"What's the meaning?"

"This name suits him very well."

"Orion Pax...what...?"

"Pax means peace," Blake subconsciously patted his head, "it evolved from Latin. As for Orion, it is the single word for the Orion constellation. Opten is a believer, with goals and faith. Orion is not only a warrior, but also a knight."

"Although the myth doesn't look very pretty." Bumblebee added.

"Yes, myths are indeed not very beautiful." She couldn't help but smile, "Did you see those three stars? This is Orion's belt. In Christianity, the book of Ephesians in the Bible says, 'Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth', I think Opten is the same. No matter when, there is always a belt to restrain himself. "

"It has many names." Bumblebee searched for information about "belt" and said in surprise, "Jacob's Rod or Staff, The L, Our Lady's Wand, The Magi and The Three Kings."

Blake was suddenly stunned for a few seconds, "Again?"

"Jacob's Rod or Staff, The L, Our Lady's Wand, The Magi and The Three Kings."

「When the dawn illuminates the tip of the dagger, the three kings will open the door.」

All of a sudden, Jetfire's prompt jumped into her view of the panel.

"This is the east of Akaba Bay?" she asked.

"Three degrees east by north."

Bumblebee unconsciously shook the two little bee antennae on his head, "Sweetheart? What did you think of?"

"Tell The Twins to get up, and I'll go find Sam and Mikaela, and the others."

"Hey! Bee! Blakey!"

"Yes! Page 47 of the astronomy textbook!"

"We found it!"

Simmons waved at them frantically. When the day dawned, Sam and the others were extremely excited and showed no signs of fatigue.

"We..." Leo gasped, "We found..."

"I discovered it too." She knelt down on one knee, "Bee was a big help, Orion's belt -"

"- Is the three kings."

"Genius!" Simmons punched Bumblebee's leg hard and shouted to the sleepy The Twins, "Wake up, boys! The opportunity to save your big boss is right around the corner! You definitely don't want to rush in halfway... Wait a minute, Why do you need to yawn!"

"This is the grumpy Mr. Simmons who does as the Romans do when he enter the planet."

"Yes, grumpy Mr. Simmons."

"Rude!!"

Mikaela stroked her forehead, "Hey, I thought we should rush to our destination?"

"Where?" The Twins asked.

Four humans and one Autobot answered them in unison, "Mount Petra."

Bumblebee took the lead in transforming back into Camaro, "The three kings will open the door?"

"That's what it means!" Sam pulled Mikaela in, "We have to be quick!"

"Sam is right." Blake loaded up Simmons and Leo, and raced at the rear to keep the troops in array, "The Decepticons have been quiet for a long time. I guess they may be heading to The Fallen's base to send symbols, or maybe -"

"- They are already on their way over."

………………

[Northeast of the Gulf of Akaba, Jordan, Petra Mountains]

"Lenny and General Moschauer have communicated well, and our position is under their control."

"That idiot from National Security didn't mess up?"

"They arranged an 'engine failure' and he had jumped from the transport plane."

"Pfft..., he must be scared to death."

"Of course, bro, that idiot always just be arrogant. Pfft."

"Lenny said he opened the parachute on the plane."

"Oh poor guy, I feel sorry fohahahahahahahaha..."

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha..."

"Lenny said he didn't even have time to say goodbye."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!"
"Pfft hahahahahahaha!!"

"..."
"..."
"..."

Simmons crawled in disbelief and shouted, "They left that guy in Arabia to keep company with camels?!"

"Yes."

"Why am I not on the plane!!"

Blake: "..."

"Hey!" Leo ran a few steps forward and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, "Guys look! A huge temple! It must be here! Have you seen it? 'The Mummy'?!"

"That's right, Curly Head." Skid spread his hands, "Super majestic."

"But no... Such a huge landmark must have been hollowed out by archaeologists. We are a step late..."

Simmons knocked on the doorpost and turned to look at the empty inner room, "We are late."

"No."

"That's right, no."

"It's not over yet." Sam stared at the ground at his feet. "Those prompts and these opportunities have pushed us here. There is no reason why things should end like this. He was died for us. And I must be."

"But there's nothing here, kid. Do you see it? It's as empty as despair."

Blake patted his shoulder, "Simmons, borrow it."

"What! Can't you take a detour! - Hey!"

He was caught the collar by Bumblebee, and his whole body was lifted to the side.

"Sam," she turned her right arm and pulled out a gun barrel, "you are right. Thing is not over yet. We lost if we surrendered, and I would never forgive that fuck."

That fuck...? Sam had an unacceptable expression on his face. His perspective was somewhat shattered as he watched her aim the muzzle at the wall behind him where he originally stood.

"Wait, you..."

"Did you feel something? Blakey?" Mikaela approached her and asked.

"Indeed, Mikaela. There is something inside, my spark is pulsing regularly."

"Is it possible? Bro, I have a guess." Mudflap pushed to the right, "Remember that grumpy old man Jetfire?"

"You mean the grave?"
"That's right, bro."

Bumblebee rarely didn't said anything. In fact, he also believed that the depths of this ancient temple were the tomb built by the supremes when they sacrificed themselves.

The "Sealed Zone" of The Matrix of Leadership.

"We... need to stay away?" Leo tentatively asked, "Hey wait a minute, Blakey, I mean, does this count as exhumed and flogged the corpses..."

Blake paused, and the expression "what an awful word" was clearly displayed on her calm face.

"Shut up if you can't speak. What do you want with these useless bodies? Didn't that big guy make you fascinated?" Simmons said.

"It's even weirder, okay!!" Sam yelled in collapse.

Blake: "... = ="

She said no more, squatted down slightly to block Sam and the others behind her, muttered "Sorry" silently, and then blasted open the wall with a cannon.

'bump! '

Dust immediately spread throughout the small and medium-sized inner room.

Simmons coughed several times, covered his mouth and nose, and waved his hands in the air to try to disperse the dust, "God damn..."

'Pia'

"Simmons WHY did you slap me! Oh, bah, bah, bah..." Leo rubbed his face with one hand and wiped his mouth with the other.

A dark hole gradually appeared in the thinning sand and dust. A few rays of sunlight shone in, and the hole looked bright, like stars.

"The Tomb of Primes..." Simmons finally sighed.

The four humans turned on their flashlights and walked in. Blake, Bumblebee and The Twins were standing guard outside. The hole created was too small to allow the Cybertronians to pass through.

The bodies of the supremes were engraved with countless ancient Cybertronian characters, large and small. As Sam walked and looked at them, he couldn't help but be in a daze, and almost tripped over his feet.

"Oh, bro," Leo hurriedly pulled him up, "Are you going to go crazy here...?"

"You are going to crazy!" He said jokingly angry, "Simmons, Simmons!"

"What!"

"I have an idea. Since we now have a supreme's descendant who is still alive, why not give The Matrix to her first?"

"You mean Blakey?" Mikaela hesitated, "But... Jetfire mentioned 'coronation' that kind of… stuff, and we don't seem to be... suitable."

Simmons was thinking as he walked, and as he thought about it, the silver-white light of the flashlight seemed to illuminate something.

Spiral, metallic, bluish-core stuff.

Lying quietly on a small low platform.

Leo shouted in surprise, "Oh my God! We actually found the 'croissant'!"

The others can't refrain from using "what an awful word" glance to stare at him.

"Go ahead, kid, that's your responsibility." Simmons fixed his eyes on The Matrix of Leadership intently, "I agree. I'll definitely put this thing on Blake's head when I get ou..."

The excited expression on the former Sector 7 leader's face suddenly froze at this moment.

Mikaela and Leo, including Sam who was holding The Matrix of Leadership carefully, were all stunned together.

The image of the falling ashes seemed to be played in slow motion, like a video tape with stuck frames flickering into an incoherent black screen.

"……Impossible……"

Outside, the sound of turbine engines from several transport planes piercing the sky was heard at an inappropriate time. Blake looked up at the sky, and suddenly felt that the regular pulse in the spark disappeared without a trace.

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"It's C-17!" Simmons rushed out of the hole first, "Bad news, The Matrix...the legendary key is broken into pieces."

The fighting figures of The Twins stopped.

"Where's Sam?" she asked.

"That boy...he put those things into his socks when I came out."

"Doesn't it know Sweetie?" Bumblebee lowered the small wings of the car door and asked, "Are we going to take a pile of sand and pour it into Boss' spark cabin?"

"...No. The Matrix of Leadership has remained intact during the struggle of the first generation supremes, and it still exists after hundreds of thousands or millions of years." Blake looked at the folder that suddenly popped up on the panel and said, "It doesn’t know me because I’m the descendant of cowards; it doesn’t know Sam because he’s not ready yet.”

"……What……?"

"I have some locked folders that cannot be deleted. Maybe the memory data is programmed into the cells. Although in my expertise, I don't understand how this is done at all. But -"

"- It doesn't recognize me, right now."

Sam and others also came out of cave, but only the last words were heard.

"What?" Leo looked puzzled, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, what are you talking about?"

"To put it simply," she looked at the bag of powder, not quite sure how to express her current emotions, "it must be angry with me."

"...What the hell...?"
"This thing has autonomous consciousness?!"

"There may be some programs of the supremes stored there, and it is making judgments."

"Oh...kay?" Sam was stunned for a while, "Then now..."

"We need to go. We have to rush to meet Lenny and the others," Blake turned back into Lamborghini, "Sam, you have to be ready. You have to know that this is an inescapable situation. A mission, not a duty or obligation to atone for sin.”

He pursed his lips when he heard this, then came to his senses, and got into Bumblebee's car.

"Please," Leo muttered while fastening his seat belt, "I must know what all this is about when thing's over."

10 kilometers away, NEST troops and Autobot members began to airborne.

*

"Cover Optimus!"

"Attention Group B! Rocket launchers and armor-piercing projectiles are set and ready!"

"There is half an hour left for air force support to arrive!"

"Is General Moschauer still online?"

Lennox was heavily armed and had a pair of headphones hanging from his right ear, "We may discover Harvester at any time. Is there an aircraft carrier nearby equipped with heavy weapons that can destroy it?"

"The signal is not quite well, we are trying to adjust it." Another soldier replied.

"See the target! Blake, Bumblebee, and Twins, 4 kilometers away!"

"Fire the flare!" He stretched out his hand to block the strong and dazzling sun.

The heat was rising in the desert, and the entire air and space felt dull and heavy. It was like an astonishing force exerting pressure from the top of the sky without explanation. They - NEST - also felt ominous.

This can almost be said to be the final battle.

Death.

Or live.

It’s all settled in this field.

Jazz and Ratchet are hiding at point A - behind a tall earth arch that can just cover their height. Reports of other partners' arrival are coming from the insider channel.

The firearms held by Lennox and Epps are both Armalite 15 rifles that were modified by Ironhide and given to Blake. The last one is currently in the left pocket of Simmons's upper clothes.

There are three Armalite in total.

"I now hope that the outcome of this war is three times 'awesome'." Dino subconsciously glanced at the Autobot leader Optimus, who was covered by a large canvas not far away.

"Damn Dino," Sideswipe roasted, "I've never heard of this method of measurement."

"But I think we do have three times the capital to be proud of." Arcee adjusted the parts of the barrel for a while, "We have Boss, The Matrix, and Blakey."

"Ratchet, have any unknown Cybertronian life signals been detected?"

"Still not." The Autobot medical officer said, "Jetfire may be too far away."

Ironhide took Panthera to the brick wall 100 meters behind Optimus, and was not disappointed when he heard what docter said.

"Guessed it."

Suddenly, an F-22 Raptor fighter jet roared past the sky, and then quickly fired seven tracking missiles at Blake and her party.

"Starscream is here!"

Bumblebee quickly drifted, dodging three rounds of gunfire that landed in the center of the driveway with Blake. The Twins followed each other behind the cars, and the windshield was covered with debris and dust.

"Sam!" Mikaela shouted subconsciously.

"Bee get outta here!!"

"Oh GodGodGodGod he keeps chasing us!!!" Leo screamed while sitting in Blake's back seat, "Fuck!!! It's him!!! The one we met in the factory!!!”

"Shut up, no one is telling you to talk!" Simmons yelled at him, "Blake your right!! He's transforming!!!"

【Twins, come pick them up. 】

She drove around the blind spot in Starscream's sight at high speed and conveyed the command from the private connection. Skid and Mudflap approached from behind, and the three cars immediately turned under the steel frame building materials on the roadside, quickly changing Leo and Simmons from the Lamborghini into the Chevrolet.

【Bee, hold him for another thirty seconds for me. 】

【Roger it, sweetheart. 】

"Your mobility is the best right now." She ordered to The Twins, "The Decepticons have appeared. The Fallen, he have received the news, those warriors must on behalf of him. The Matrix of Leadership in our hands is must been discovered. You go and find. If anything appears to be Harvester, notify the Autobots insider channel immediately.”

The two sports cars didn’t say anything, just simply turned on their headlights and immediately retreated.

【Bee, I'm coming over. You need to let Sam and Mikaela get out of the car. We'll cover their path. 】

In the thick sandstorm stirred up by the smoke and shells, Bumblebee successfully handed over the mission with the bright yellow color of the car's body, which can be called a protective color. The seamless intergration of Lamborghini was  decomposed from the roof, and a checking cannon was deployed.

"This is the first payment you owe me." She pulled the trigger toward Starscream's left knee joint connection point without hesitation.

"Ah!...Ha, the descendants of dreamers..., that person is really right, you always..."

"Has anyone ever told you, 'You're more likely to die if you talk too much nonsense'? I don't think so."

Blake dodged a bullet and raised the muzzle again, aiming at the left wing behind the Decepticon adjutant.

He volleyed a circle and a half to the right, and the tip of the wing narrowly missed the deadly cannonball that was burning with orange heat.

The F-22 rose from the ground, and all the machine gun bullets Bumblebee chased after him at the last critical moment were missed. She turned back to her body and looked at the direction in which he flew away, her violet optics narrowed slightly.

"Bee, do you want me to give you a lift?"

The Camaro honked the horn, pressed the accelerator, and drove neatly into the Andean Condor's huge spark cabin.

"This is Blake. Sam and Mikaela are on the way, and behind Starscream are me and Bee. The Twins are taking Simmons and Leo to Harvester. Lenny, we need you to get through to the General."

"Blakey!"
"Damn this guy!"
"It's finally here."

Panthera looked up at the sky and howled happily.

"Blakey, can you force that scrap down?" Sideswipe tossed the three-in-one guiding grenade in his hand, "Ground support, Q's masterpiece, your wings can make it impossible for that scrap to escape."

"Don't kill him, Wippy."

"Follow your orders."

The Andean Condor roared loudly, her nearly 50-meter wingspan fluttered slightly, and a shadow immediately enveloped Starscream like a nightmare.

"Now you can try to answer me -"

"- Who is Raptor?"

She sank suddenly, and her sharp talons hooked hard into the F-22's engine. He screamed and straightway fell to the ground .

Blake controlled the wings to converge slightly, above him, covering the fuselage underneath, and almost vertically rushed towards Sideswipe.

"Did you see the prey? Wippy?"

"It's clear. Plus, the 'Who is raptor?' thing couldn't be more refreshing."

"Well said, Blakey." Ironhide did not turn around to pay attention, "Also, we solved a big problem."

Three guided grenades exploded into fireworks 500 meters above Sideswipe. All the shells stored in the belly of the Starscream's fighter jet exploded into pieces, and a huge burning fireball hit the sand with a loud noise. All that could be heard was the faint coughing of the human soldiers who were choked by the dust in their noses.

"It seems that he died." Blake stretched out her wings and patted his face. The red optics was now extinguished, leaving only empty black.

Sideswipe was worried and took out the triangular blade attached to his right arm and stabbed him hard into the spark.

No response.

It is indeed a complete death.

…Okay, still involved after all. She folded her wings, turned the wing tips upward, lowered her head slightly, and allowed the metal parts to convert the density back to the mass that a normal Cybertronian should have.

"Lenny? Epps?"

"Blakey! God, I thought this trip was going to be miserable."

Epps shouted, "Where's Bee?"

"Just now he was hanging on my plastron to contain Starscream, now he's going to find Sam."

"Where's Sam?"

"I had to let them run three minutes ago," Blake said apologetically, "I didn't classify the tracker signal on him."

【Cybertron, response if received. 】

She was stunned for a moment, saw Lennox and Epps nodding towards her, and then walked away.

【General Moschauer, this is Cybertron. 】

【Who can be responsible for the Autobots? Lennox and Epps must command the human legions. 】

【The Autobots are already one person, what do I need to do? 】

General Moschauer frowned solemnly on the other end of the private connection, 【Soundwave eavesdropped on us, and the electromagnetic cannon that was originally prepared was sunk. I need you to find the Harvester's location and penetrate it. 】

Blake was silent for a moment, 【General, I may not have the strength to do it. With the probability unknown, this might - and easily - trigger the Deceptico... Is that what you mean? 】

【That's what I mean, Cybertron, your identity is enough to be used as bait to cover Sam's route, I'm increasing the success rate. 】

【Roger that. 】

She urgently threw a bunch of messages to the message group, transformed into an Andean Condor again and flapped her wings in the air.

"Wait a minute! Damn!" Sideswipe couldn't even raise his hand to stop her, "Does she want to die?! She's only herself!"

"Believe her, Sideswipe." Arcee said to the insider channel from 600 meters away. She was not worried, "Don't underestimate women, or we can compare -"

"- Whoever receives the most heads from these scraps today."

……

The Twins take Leo and Simmons on a wild ride. In fact, they had no idea where they were going and could only move around based on instinct, trying to find something special.

"One man! Betrayed by his own country!"

"Oh my god..."

"I loved her so much!"

"Please! You are NOT the only one in the car!!"

"One man! Be..."

"Shut up!!"

Leo had an unbearable expression on his face, "You have repeated this sentence for the fifth time! The fifth time!"

"Ye bro, I decided to find someone else to complain about."
"Ye bro, I have decided too."

The two Chevrolet supercars were twisting and turning in the desert, their bodies covered with sand, their bright paintwork dull, but their tone of voice was extremely joyful.

They unknowingly drove into an open space where several construction vehicles were parked. Simmons stepped on the brakes indicatively, and the car immediately slowed down.

"Where do you think that thing is?" He said to himself, opened the door and got out of the car, and looked at a group of sheep grazing not far away, "Where is it? What's this damn scrap metal about? Not small,  but WHY can’t we FIND it!”

"Oh...Simmons is going to be angry again."
"What a pity."

Leo glanced at the two cars speechlessly.

The sound of an engine breaking through the wind came from far and near in the sky. They raised their heads and took a closer look at the source of the sound. Unexpectedly, they discovered that it seemed to be the leader of the Decepticons - Megatron.

"Hurry!" Simmons immediately grabbed Leo's clothes and hid under one of the construction vehicles, "His detection system is even more perverted than perverts!"

The Twins quietly used the sight shielding area to hide their figures.

"Where is Starscream that little scrap?!"

They didn’t know who he was asking, and his roar echoed over and over again, deafening, “Who! Who is following me? Come out!”

Simmons and Leo looked at each other, with a not-so-good premonition in their hearts. After all, they all guessed that Bumblebee would stay with Sam and Mikaela, and it was even less likely that the other Autobots would leave their posts without permission, not to mention they still had Lennox and Epps and a group of military personnel to cooperate with…

'Blake.'
'Blakey?!'

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She calmly stood up from the foot of another pyramid, her hands empty, and the rose gold paint blended inexplicably with the scenery in front of her.

"...It is you."

"Where is the Stellar Harvester?" she asked straight to the point.

"...Haha!" Megatron burst out laughing, "Naive! You really... have never made any progress."

"Anyway, you've already guessed that The Matrix of Leadership is in our hands, haven't you?" Without warning, Blake transformed into Andean Condor and slowly flew into the air to confront him, "You are responsible for finding the tool, and he is responsible for getting the key."

"Triple variant...?" The leader of the Decepticons slightly narrowed his red optics, "I won't kill you, but you can't kill me either."

"That's right, I don't want to kill you either. Second time, where is Stellar Harvester?"

Megatron suddenly activated the energy fusion cannon, aiming the orange nozzle directly at the fragile spark cabin under her slender neck.

Simmons quickly covered Leo's mouth that was about to scream.

"What qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me?"

"Take your adjutant as an example."

Starscream? He remained calm.

"It's up to you, but that's okay, after all, I'm already enough of a villain." Blake waved her wings and rushed forward without hesitation -

- "You know better than me what my qualifications are."

A scorching flame burst out from Andean Condor's sharp hooked beak, and rolled down the pyramid with the leader of the Decepticons. She roared loudly, flapped her left wing vigorously twice, and took advantage of Megatron's recovery time to take a look at Simmons and Leo's hiding place.

The next second, those engineering vehicles began to disintegrate from the front of the vehicle, and then gradually moved closer, as if they were organized into limb joints to form a huge, terrifying, and frightening Cybertron beast.

"We have been discovered." The head of the giant beast said, "What should we do?"

"Catch up?" This time it was the right leg.

"FUCK! What the hell is this!" Leo took two steps back in shock. Simmons pulled him by the collar and ran towards The Twins, "This won't work! It... he can kill us all with just one ste… oh oh oh oh!!!”

The giant beast opened the mouth of the round basin, and the switch clicked several times. The sand on the ground gradually moved faster and faster, and everything within a fan-shaped radius of 300 meters was sucked in by this strange force.

"Hold on to me!" Simmons held him with one hand, and the other hand was tightly tied by the buckle that Skid stretched out.

Devastator increased the suction force in his mouth, and a cloud of flying dust, stones, plastic garbage, and steel building materials were mixed together in mid-air, and the tornado slowly began to take shape.

Skid and Mudflap’s four tires, firmly embedded in the ground, floated gently like feathers.

【Can’t hold it any longer! I can't hold it any longer! Blakey! ! !】
【That idiot Leo is about to be sucked away! !】

【Don’t worry. Mudflap, fastening his ankles. 】

Blake gained the upper hand by merit of her size, and rushed into the sky with the Megatron who is shouting curses in her beak.

"Aaahhhaahah!!!!!!"
"Aaahhhaahah!!!!!!"

For the first time in their lives, Simons and Leo, who were hitched nearly 140 meters above the ground, could not see any scenery. A series of life tickers that flew past and rolled back replaced the majestic scenery of the pyramid. If they look closely, they can see that each of The Twins' cars is actually tied with an iron chain buckle that is almost three times as thick as an adult human male arm -

- Ratchet's masterpiece.

Panthera’s is the simplified version.

【Woohoo! ! 】
【I love this so much! ! 】
【But bro, that idiot Leo seems to be scared to death.】
【You can shorten the buckle a little, bro.】

"Hey!!!" Simmons looked at the height under his feet that would definitely break people's bones in fear, "Can you report it in advance!!"

"That's right!! You know I almost thought I was really going to die just now!!!" Leo grabbed Skid's wiper with all his strength, even though he knew that he would not actually fall freely, "What should we do nooowwww?!!"

Blake weighed it for a while, but still felt that letting the both of them land alone would only increase the risk, so she simply gave up the idea. She pressed her body slightly to the right, then turned around, dived down towards Devastator.

"What are you doing!!!!!!"
“FUUUCKKKK!!!!!”

【Skid, Mudflap, tie up Simmons and idiot Leo. 】

She tightened her beak slightly, and a bright orange flame burned faintly in the middle of her throat, which was in opposition to Megatron's constant struggle and attempts to launch heavy thermal weapons.

If he pulled the trigger, she would do the same.

Under Andean Condor’s nearly 50-meter-long giant metal wings, two megathermal cannons aimed at Devastator’s throat and blasted toward it
.
The Cybertronian beast roared a meaningless low-pitched noise at her and began to turn and run away. She replaced the megathermal cannons with a small-sized machine gun, but instead of continuing to fire, she positioned the muzzle of the gun at him in a semi-coercive manner, and chased after him with Megatron, The Twins, Simmons, and Leo.

"Despicable!"

The leader of the Decepticons discovered her intentions.

Blake looked at the direction in which Devastator was running and wanted to smile like a human, but unfortunately she couldn't let go.

This unruly Cybertronian beast lost the protection of its leader and had to face the Autobots in a 3 vs 1 situation. In this, -

- He will lead her to the Stellar Harvester.

After all, The Fallen’s strength will not make Devastator doubt whether he can snatch The Matrix of Leadership. What's more, humans and the Autobots currently don't have support from Opten, and based on this judgment, he will be convinced that The Fallen is already on Harvester. She effortlessly uses all the resources, intelligence, and technology available on the battlefield, plus a little bit of reasoning skills, to grasp the core problem she wants.

It sounds like it is a bit biased towards the discussion of academic papers. Blake deleted the strange data that popped up in the CPU and regained her slightly distracted mind.

Devastator's pace gradually slowed down, and he climbed up towards the tallest of the three towering pyramids ahead.

"Genius!!" Simmons shouted, not caring that he was still dangling high in the air, "Ha! That pervert didn't notice at all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, beast already noticed that something was wrong -

- The Fallen hasn't even come yet.

He roared ferociously, trying to activate the terrifying suction force again, but his throat had long been destroyed by Blake's megathermal cannons.

He's already lost his trump card.

"You have to let us down!" Simmons shouted again.

"What?!" Leo objected loudly, seemingly used to being hung like this, "She can't do it without Twins!"

"We! 'We'!"

"No, you and the Twins both have to go down. It's too dangerous for you alone on the battlefield."

Blake lowered her height and used The Twins' broadcaster to convert the audio code into voice with twice the volume, "You all go to supporting the main court, I am not alone. General Moschauer just told me that Israel is willing to provide electromagnetic cannon destroys Harvester."

"Where did it come from!"

"Arms sales case."

She landed behind the first pyramid and covered her figure with sight restrictions, "You know when to run."

Megatron finally couldn't bear it anymore and raised his gun barrel and pointed it at The Twins.

"Don't."

Blake squinted her violet optics and closed her pointed beak up and down. He was so suppressed that all the nerves in his body were screaming, and the armor-damaged error programs in the CPU were ringing crazily.

Andean Condor pushed forward the flame that was swallowed in the middle of her throat.

Several loud rumbling sounds were heard from the edge of the sky, and dozens of burning meteorite fireballs struck not far away one after another.

She didn't look back and continued, "If the Autobots and humans lose today, I'm pretty sure you don't want to die now."

The leader of the Decepticons thought for a while, and then turned off his weapon, apparently convinced.

Devastator wait for no enemies at the top of the pyramid next door, he simply started to tear down the earth and stone brick wall surrounding Harvester as a blindfold for The Fallen.

Simmons and Leo stared blankly at the giant machine made of silver and blue that was gradually revealed, and a few drops of cold sweat quietly slid down their necks and along their backs.

This is Cybertron.

The Planet of Great Glory.

The Twins loaded them up and retreated quietly. Among the giant stone pillars in the distance, waves of rising green smoke gradually obscured the landscape. She looked around and saw Ironhide and Arcee leading a group of NEST elite soldiers from behind the left wing of the Decepticon combat force that had just arrived.

Flying dust and fire exploded in the air.

【Cybertron, report your location. 】

【On the back of the pyramid to the left of Devastator, coordinates 28.90, 34.21. 】

General Moschauer seemed to slap the table, 【Israel has prepared the electromagnetic cannon, counting down to five seconds. Five, four, three, two, one. 】

A blue-white laser suddenly shot over from the northeast. The shells were silent, with only the faint whistling sound of the wind passing through the air. Devastator paused, and when he turned his head, it was too late to react.

The sound of explosions stirred up the metal parts flying all over the sky and turned into a rain of steel. The Cybertronian beast struggled twice, and finally couldn't support it and fell backwards. From the top of the pyramid - which actually corresponds to the one in the center of the Three Kings - like the ball rolled and smashed all the way, and finally hit the ground.

【Call Cybertron to confirm the target. 】

Blake slowly walked out with the leader of the Decepticons in her beak. Devastator's fiery orange optics were flickering, and a big hole had been opened in the spark cabin. The almost extinguished fluorescent blue light was flickering inside, then dimmed, then brightened again.

She heard bursts of irregular, arcing "sizzling" sounds before her eyes, weakly flowing back and forth in her audio receptor.

【Cybertron report, target confirmed, dead. 】

She raised her left wing high and fired an ion lightray towards the beast's spark cabin, which only had a faint glow left.

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In the scorching desert area, Megatron was bitten in her sharp, downward-curved eagle beak. Blake's energy level is gradually approaching 50%. Logically speaking, she should no longer continue to use large, heavy-heat weapons and high-level body movements.

It's a pity that she has no choice.

Devastator's tattered body lay quietly on the ground, and Andean Condor's audio receptor was filled with a series of angry yells such as "scrap!", "spy!", "traitor!", "naive fool!" and so on. She almost wanted to turn off the receptor, but then she would hear nothing.

On the battlefield, keeping an eye on all directions and listening to all directions is also the key to staying alive.

She thought for a few seconds between the two options of "flying into the main battlefield with the leader of the Decepticons to support" and "staying to contain The Fallen", and then quickly came to a conclusion.

Harvester’s most important complementary product is The Matrix of Leaderahip, and now, The Matrix’s most important task is to resurrect Opten. Starscream has been killed by her and Sideswipe's cooperation. Without his hindrance, Sam should be able to go more smoothly.

Blake turned off the insider channel when she started chasing Megatron. She needed to make sure Bumblebee had picked up Sam first.

She opened the message group and found that the youngest outstanding soldier of the Autobots "@Blake" three times in a row.

【Bumblebee：@Blake】
【Bumblebee：@Blake】
【Bumblebee：@Blake】

【Ironhide：@Bumblebee】

【Ratchet：@Bumblebee】

【The Twins：@Jazz】

This is a simple code invented by the Autobots when they can't be distracted on the battlefield. When not all members are present in the insider channel, and when there is no time to talk or joke, several hashtags with unclear meanings will pop up on the message group.

It's like a solitaire, or position report and call. A single hashtag once means in place, and a hashtag twice means crisis - there are many ways to express different modes of crisis, and a hashtag three times means calling out.

Blake immediately texted "@Sam" three times, and received a response from Arcee "@Sideswipe".

【Blake: @Megatron】

【Ratchet：@Sideswipe】

【Ironhide：@Jazz】
【Ironhide：@Jazz】

Her heart skipped a beat, and fluttered her wings and flew up into the air, just in time to see Jazz support the huge stone pillar and jump sideways. The energy fusion cannon installed on his left arm blasted the right engine of a Decepticon with one shot. The missile that was heading straight towards Sam was caught by him and thrown into the blue sky.

The orange-red flame exploded immediately.

【Bumblebee: @Mr. & Ms. Witwicky】

Blake shrank her optics.

Who is it? Without their knowledge...

…Soundwave?

But who replaced Soundwave and hung around the earth as a satellite?

Before she could continue to think deeply, her back was suddenly hit by an energy laser.

This laser shot broke the link between one of the wings and the backbone. Andean Condor staggered and managed to regain her balance by relying on her biological advantage.

She turned around, and a ferocious and violent face came into view. At the same time, supporting military aircraft from Jordan and Israel, as well as land combat troops stationed by the United States, all arrived on the battlefield.

The message group kept ringing, but she didn't even have time to turn on and check it.

The Fallen's deep and suffocating metallic voice murmured a few words that she didn't understand, and then, his face suddenly changed from a hideous and tyrannical expression to a bantering and sarcastic expression.

All the remaining locked folders in Blake's CPU were untied at this moment, and they popped out like a thunderclap. The front of the panel is filled with strange symbols that seem to have been drawn in random strokes, some of which are particularly bright and heavily colored red.

The messages of Ratchet "@Optimus" and "@Ratchet @Jetfire" were buried under a burst of earth-shaking weird laughter.

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The Fallen finished laughing, "Beschen jia pa-sa. Moher pototai kol. - "

This time, she finally understood.

「The descendant of naive dreamers, The Matrix of Leadership also rejected you. - 」

“- Ai ollahadra.”

「- I am omnipotent.」

Megatron took advantage of her unpreparedness, summoned a energy fusion cannon and blasted towards the faintly flaming part in the middle of her throat. Blake groaned suddenly and subconsciously relaxed her pressure on him, and a Cybertronian fighter jet escaped from the Andeans Condor's sharp long beak.

Her slender neck was torn from the inside out and from bottom to top, and fluorescent blue energy liquid slowly overflowed from her mouth drop by drop.

“Beschen kinloo holo, gapashi uno mind basa duvela.”

「I didn't expect that the noble descendant of the royal family would be willing to become a lowly beast.」

"Fa-is Ai now," she didn't quite know whether there was any benefit in releasing this form, and was still hesitating, "huba ique wafelia thi la."

「I have faith, but all you have left is your own desires and ambitions.」

"Faith?" Megatron laughed coldly, "Your faith is only for your own power. You stay in that position. It is rotten, disgusting, and not worth mentioning."

"If you knew a little common sense about the earth, you would find out." Blake finally returned to human form, landing on the waist of the pyramid, and said, "You are not far away from Hitler. -"

"- In fact, that's the only step left."

She finally understood why the line segment between the left and the right in the introduction to political science taken by her junior year in university was not a straight line but a horseshoe shape. Sometimes - it has to be said - it is not a bad thing that somebody put liberal arts and sciences to learn together. And they surely can be compatible.

At least she now understands that Jetfire is not wrong.

The Fallen is indeed a racial supremacist. As for Megatron, who works as a miner at the bottom of society and is an emerging gladiator in the arena, his grassroots nature will only be strong, not light. These values ​​were agitated in his bones and blood, and the gears of fate pushed him towards revolution.

Proletarian revolution.

Finally, there is Leninism.

Now that they are here, it is not difficult for them to accept fascism.

It's almost like a close family. Just move the mouth, the valleys will shake and the flags will wave. The majority rose up to resist the minority, and then the initial equality turned into the most shameless struggle for authority.

All their needs become one word -

- Power.

With two "pops", the leader of the Decepticons raised the checking cannon, and The Fallen raised his hand. Sand, dust and rocks flew up, forming a circular gravitational field around the top of the tower. Three Black Hawk helicopters were approaching here quickly. Blake gritted her teeth, stretched out her arms and activated a checking cannon and a megathermal cannon.

A Cybertronian bird-shaped fighter jet soared into the sky and jetted towards the main battlefield at the speed of sound. In the confrontation between the "descendant of naive dreamers" and the "revolutionary leader", violet optics and red optics looked at each other solemnly in the air.

She saw it, in the message group.

Blake finally opened the insider channel.

【Lenny, Epps, sir, please allow air force support to retreat.】

【Blakey! Are you still there?】

【Megatron is here with me, it is impossible for them to penetrate the gravitational field set by The Fallen.】

【Shit! Optimus has contained this madman, you need to destroy the ring!】

【I'll give it a try.】

【I went over.】Jazz suddenly said, 【Blakey, you are in charge of Megatron, and I am in charge of the gravitational field.】

【Roger that.】

She no longer worried about those helicopters, and simply aimed at the face of the Decepticon leader and started bombing.

The best way to defeat an enemy whom she is not sure whether can win or not is to make him blind first. Blake cut off her sensory receptors and jumped to the top of the pyramid. During this period, even though she didn't mention or say a word, she knew -

- Optimus understands it all.

They must win to be eligible to reminisce. Also have to win to find out all their questions.

A burst of rock music roared from far and near towards the historic battlefield. The tires of a silver Pontiac sports car shook slightly, and it flipped back from the car to the main body, spinning acrobatically and difficultly for five full circles in mid-air.

Then he threw The Matrix of Leadership towards the gravitational field - or "wall".
The right-wing second-in-command of the Autobots shouted -

- "Prime! Catch it!"

The gravitational field shattered, and without hesitation, Blake took The Matrix of Leadership with her free right hand, and stuffed it into the newly opened spark cabin amidst Megatron's angry yelling.

"NO!!"

“Nothing is impossible.”

The human aerial output arrived just in time and circled into a triangular formation around the leader of the Decepticons. Blake and Jazz surrounded him one after another, Stellar Harvester's silver-blue metallic light shimmering.

They only heard General Moschauer says four words in the insider channel.

【Do it. Free fire.】

In an instant, the Andeans Condor swooped towards Megatron, and the shells carried by the Black Hawk helicopter immediately bombarded Harvester to death.

"Jazz! Get out of there!"

The Autobot adjutant jumped lightly and landed firmly on her back. The leader of the Decepticons probably never thought that he would have the experience twice in his life - on the same day - of being caught in the beak of a "lowly beast" and flying around the sky.

"Whoa - ! Blakey, is your balance system broken?"

"I just want to stun him a little bit." Blake spoke through someone else's radio again, "You know, there is always something biting something on the animal channel, and then shaking it around."

"Sounds like a 'death roll'. But...," Jazz couldn't help roasted, "you're not an alligator."

She almost laughed.

"I'm gonna take him to the main battlefield. Military helicopters may not be able to completely destroy that killer weapon. Leave this to Opten."

"As your command."

The huge shadow of the Andeans Condor flew over the giant stone pillars, and directly in front of her, another figure came up to meet her.

It is the familiar red fire moiŕe patterns on a blue background.

The violet optics and the sunny blue eyes met for a moment, and then they were separated the next second. However, Blake still saw the same gentleness as before, as well as the relief that she had just discovered for the first time.

The Autobots, Lennox and Epps stood underground waiting. In front of Bumblebee, Sam, Mikaela, Mr. and Mrs. Witwicky were standing there.

The Twins even gave them a wave.

She heard a loud noise from behind, followed by the sound of rolling earth, stone and bricks.

"How about this one?" Jazz asked, but he probably guessed it.

Sure enough, Blake let go of the beak, and the Decepticon leader transformed back into a Cybertronian fighter jet in the first second of free fall, and then retreated without hesitation. She knew very well that Megatron had seen The Fallen's body lying aside.

"We are not qualified to kill him yet."

"Decepticons, retreat."

Several fighter planes took off from the ground, and the sound of engines faded into the distance. The battle began at dawn and lasted until dusk. The three pyramids corresponding to Orion's belt reflect the setting sun. The dazzling orange light makes people's eyes so irritating that they can't open their eyes.

However, the human beings present try hard to cover up the slightly too glorious golden light. -

- There is a scene, once they miss it, they will never see it again.

Jetfire finally became an eternal burning flame.

The leader of the Autobots - Optimus Prime walked out from behind the pyramid in the center, with red and blue paint that reflected each other like a symbol of hope.

In other words, his existence itself is a kind of hope.

"That is Optimus..." Lennox and Epps couldn't help but sigh.

"Haha!! Damn, he's so awesome!! Hey, do you think he would agree if I asked him for an autogra…ouch - !"

Simmons gave Leo a hard slap on the shoulder with an expressionless face.

"You ruined the atmosphere, you brat."

"Ha, bro, look at him, idiot Leo."
"Ha, idiot Leo."

"I can hear it!"

The Twins were thrown out.

Sideswipe dusted off his hands, "So, can I know what all this is about?"

At this moment, Optimus' thoughts of saying something were suppressed by several pairs of eyes that were bursting with curiosity.

Blake released the Andeans Condor form and spread her hands.

"Well," He only to smile softly, "anytime."

*

At the beginning of the universe, there was only one wandering Allspark in space. However, the origin of the Allspark cannot be studied. Later, it gave birth to the two most primitive organic autonomous intelligent mechanical life forms - Primus and Unicron.

Primus is the light side and Unicron is the dark side. After billions of years of fighting, Unicron was finally sealed to an extremely remote planet. Primus took the Allspark and escaped to the orbit of Alpha Centauri, where there is a planet core - that is, Cybertron.

Thousands of years later, he began to try to use the Allspark to breed new mechanical life.

Primus used the Allspark to cultivate the first generation of Cybertronians, the so-called "The Original Thirteen Primes", seven of whom hold the title of supreme. These seven supremes established the famous Primus Dynasty on Cybertron in the name of Primus.

After another quite long time span, they gradually discovered that the star were dying and would no longer be able to supply the energy that Cybertron need for its long-term existence. Therefore, Primus once again used the Allspark to create a new group of Cybertronians, namely "The Seekers", and let this group of Seekers set out into the universe to find stars that can provide Cybertronian energy.

They created something called "Stellar Harvester", which can only be activated with The Matrix of Leadership as a key. The Matrix was specially created by Primus from the Allspark for the supremes, so that one of the supremes could become the most high leader as a symbol of leadership.

There was no other life around Cybertron's first star.

With a stable energy supply, Cybertron is thriving and has a prosperous future. The number of people has begun to increase and it has officially ushered in its first prosperous age.

At this time, Primus has gradually integrated with Cybertron.

After millions of years, Cybertron's energy supply star going to wither and die, and a team of The Seekers happened to detect a new star, so the seven supremes took it into consideration. Unexpectedly, there is already life around this star, and disagreements begin to occur.

There are a total of six supremes who advocate leaving living bodies, and the only supreme who advocates leaving star. Two sides formed an overwhelming situation. But the only supreme insisted on going his own way, snatching away The Matrix of Leadership under the pretext of one-on-one peace negotiation and forcibly activating the Stellar Harvester, causing the surrounding intelligent life of that star to be completely extinct due to the loss of energy supply.

At this point, the remaining six supremes united to resist, while the one who accepted the star rebelled the Dynasty and established himself as "The Fallen".

They began to distinguish each other by color. The six united supremes use blue optics to represent freedom, equality and sovereignty; The Fallen uses red to represent dominance, solemnity and supremacy.

These seven supremes among the thirteen primes formally recruited people to launch a long-term crusade against each other.

However, as time went by, the disputes and confrontations between the two major parties became more and more intense.
There are three supremes of the six felt that their original intentions had been diverted, and that caused Cybertron seemed to be hopeless. They felt desperate. Therefore, they voluntarily gave up their titles of supreme and transferred all of it to three of the remaining six original Primes, and retired.

However, the three newly promoted supremes are different. As bystanders for so long, they believe that fighting is ineffective and they should sit down and communicate rationally.

This view attracted many similarly war-weary Cybertronians. They took the unconventional utopian route of peace, combining blue and red, and using purple optics to announce the establishment of the third party. They called themselves "Patuta Feta" (The Party of Feito), hoping to reshape a new situation and even a new Cybertronian politics.

Unfortunately, because this concept was too idealistic, in just a few thousand years, they lost a large number of supporters, gradually became weak and were no longer taken seriously. The entire Cybertron once again became polarized in the main battle.

Feitoism was greatly disappointed and felt that the fate of their homeland was over, so their three supremes led all faction members to leave Cybertron.

However, the universe at this time is still relatively new, and other planets are either already inhabited or not suitable for their placement. Therefore, Feitoism, including the three supremes, combined the energy of thousands of sparks to open a "door" that was enough to break through the quantum barrier, and traveled across the universe to the world where Blake originally lived.

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Later, as the civil war on Cybertron intensified, The Fallen turned his attention to The Matrix of Leadership. The remaining three supremes and primes without the supreme class could not bear to kill their brother, so they decided to sacrifice themselves to seal the holy relic. The other three former supremes who had voluntarily given up their titles rushed back, and used their bodies to seal The Matrix of Leadership on Mount Petra in Jordan on Earth.

This decision is what Blake’s ancestors once said: “The most dangerous place is also the safest place.” The supremes knew that one of the nests of The Fallen was the Earth, but the Earth did not have a name at the time, so the Allspark historical records only said it was a "remote planet."

As for the war history between Primus and Unicron, it is not recorded in the Allspark. The history of the cube began with the birth of Cybertron.

In addition, the purpose of the supremes choosing to sacrifice themselves is to strengthen the tomb barrier with the strongest and purest sparks energy. Because it is the most dangerous place, although it is also the safest, one still has to be cautious, not to mention that they also want to end this war with their own deaths.

Their only mistake was that they didn’t notice that The Seekers were peeking at them right next spot to the sealed area. Fortunately, those Seekers, who were followers of The Fallen, had no way to contact him.

……

After The Fallen forcibly activated the Stellar Harvester and exterminated a planet's native intelligent life, the remaining six supremes and him began to separate into camps, using colors to distinguish each others.

During this period, three supremes took the lead in giving up their titles to three of the remaining primes. These three new supremes were Blake's ancestors.

Then, after Blake's ancestors left this universe, the war began to intensify. The Fallen's obsession with stars gradually turns to a struggle for power - that is, The Matrix of Leadership. From then on, he went from working alone to recruiting people, attracting a large number of supporters who supported racial supremacy. It was during this period that he searched for traces of The Seekers, intending to use the stars to build his own authority and weaken the will of the supremes. Not long after, he found Earth.

The earth during this period was still very immature, with no intelligent life yet, only a group of animals. The Fallen gained a group of new believers on Earth, but some Seekers thought his ideas were improper and therefore did not join. However, since the life forms on Earth did not fall within the scope of protection, they did not say anything.

The Fallen set their sights on Earth's sun and began building a platform to house the Stellar Harvester on land located in present-day Egypt. The Seekers on Earth stayed behind to act as overseers.

The Fallen and his army continue to battle the Supremes for control of The Matrix of Leadership.

Finally, the Supremes couldn't bear to kill him, so they sacrificed themselves to seal the holy relic in the tomb built by using their bodies and sparks energy. The three retired supremes who had given up their titles rushed over and died together.

Before they did, they used the huge energy of the sparks to modify part of The Matrix's program, making it impossible for The Fallen to ever defeat the most high leader appointed by it. They stored the data of The Fallen into The Matrix, and whenever the next most high leader faced him, the protection and repulse sensing mechanism provided by The Matrix would be automatically activated.

Before the Supremes went to Earth to seal The Matrix of Leadership, they had already used it to seal the next most high leader. At this point, The Fallen was completely exiled.

Before the supremes went to Earth, they were determined to die. They worked together to severely injure their former brother and built a scrap metal cage one-third the size of Cybertron to imprison him. And they came to the Earth to seal the sacred relic.

The Seekers on Earth witnessed the scene of sealing The Matrix. However, the initial sparks energy in this tomb was too pure, no one except the supremes could blast it open. They could see it but were powerless to destroy it, and there was no frequency signal to contact The Fallen.

The Fallen has not been to Earth for thousands of years, and the Seekers who remain on this planet vaguely guess that he may have failed. At the same time, some liberal Seekers discovered that primitive intelligent life had appeared on Earth.

They realize that the sun is beyond their options, but the followers of The Fallen don't care. The two factions fought a fierce battle, which almost exhausted all their energy.

A group of people agreed to a unified truce and scattered to different corners of the Earth to recuperate, and gradually realized that they had been forgotten.

This group of Seekers began to wait for death on Earth. But the followers of The Fallen linger on, and when they occasionally wake up from their deep sleep, they will secretly leave symbols of the location of The Matrix of Leadership in some places. Then their energy was exhausted, and although the spark was still burning, they no longer had the strength to wake up.

Until the Autobots and Decepticons chased the Allspark and attacked Earth.

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"Wow..." Leo rubbed the goose bumps on his arms on behalf of all the humans present, "That is...awesome..."

Optimus sat quietly on the repair bed while Ratchet calmly took out an iron clamp and pulled out a stone as big as a human head from his shoulder armor.

The usually empty repair room - a place that is like hell for the Autobots - is rarely packed with people. General Moshaoer listened to the conversation online simultaneously and wrote as he listened.

Of course, this is not a report to be submitted to the government. Just in case he accidentally forget it and need it someday in the future.

The familiar low, magnetic metallic voice of the Autobot leader drifted in the air, filled with the atmosphere of antiquity, vicissitudes and wandering. Whether it is other Cybertronians or humans, today is the first time they have heard of this magnificent, tragic and heroic ancient history.

Blake stood aside and didn't say anything. In fact, she was summarizing the information she had just learned and at the same time had more questions.

"The Matrix rejected me at first, but then accepted me. I guess some of the supremes' programs were retained, but what made it change its mind?"

"After Sam resurrected me," he said, looking at the boy gently, "the energy of The Matrix must cover my spark and trigger energy from it to awaken my consciousness. Before that, it takes the lead. ”

"It means..." The violet optics slightly opened, "its legacy program read your memory sector?"

"Yes, Blakey. It also tells me why it chose to deny, why chose to admit, and some... other things."

“What did it say?”

"On our home planet, the Allspark did not record history itself, but had others write it into the history. Primus was the first to record it himself, and later several historians took on the responsibility. During the supremes Civil War, a total of there are eight historians who are responsible for writing history. Blakey, when your ancestors led the masses who supported them to leave Cybertron, they informed the supremes. Although these leaders did not say anything, they felt hurt in their hearts. On the mother planet, it was included in the chronology of major events, so it was able to start recording. Later, Feitoism discovered that there was no place to stay in the universe at that time, so they planned to invent the Quantum Bridge. Not for so long, they found that the energy of the collective sparks could open this channel. They found the supremes again and explained their intention to take this group of people away from this universe. The leaders still didn't say anything, but the war situation at this time made these great heroes feel betrayed. The history of the Allspark was updated once again. Finally, when the supremes compiled the 'gift' into The Matrix of Leadership, they carried with them the regret for The Fallen and the memories of the brothers who left this universe - these emotions, so from then on, it incorporated part of the supremes' will data."

It really was angry..., Blake thought with some irony, opened the spark cabin and took out the fluorescent blue metal object that Leo called "croissant".

Now that she thought about it, she probably knew why he had appointed her the left-wing of the Autobots, rather than nothing - or a new leader.

The first reason is to protect her and not want her uniqueness to be exposed to the human government all of a sudden. If she is appointed as a leader, she will inevitably become a target and the possibility of her death will be more miserable than if she were not a leader. In addition, if she is given the title of adjutant, the Decepticons will make a "strength assumption" when they know her identity, imagining that the adjutant should be very strong and will not dare to confront her head-on - because of they all got "Jazz PTSD".

Second...is conservative thinking. His concept of "inheritance" did not deviate from the norms of the royal family. He believed that Blake's bloodline must bear - or deserve, or should have - such an identity.

As for the Autobots, this is a way to put their minds at ease. The position of adjutant was arranged very cleverly. If she was a leader, there would actually be many members who are more senior and more suitable than her. In terms of fairness and sophistication, she was far from the leader at the time.

So promotion to adjutant is just right. Because Jazz is there to support her, she was given a title that was neither too low nor too high, highlighting her identity as the Autobot leader's partner and her unique identity as a Cybertronian, but without suppressing the other followers too much.

They are comrades of Optimus who have fought together for four million years.

Besides, although Jazz is also an adjutant, he is much more senior than Blake. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Jazz's opinion was still the priority at the time, and she was more like an action team, responsible for making suggestions, assisting in discussions, helping to reach consensus or negotiation, and reducing Jazz's burden.

The concept of a learning assistant.

Under this, movement and stillness can be balanced. That's why it was Blake, Bumblebee, and Sam who went to find the robot warrior instead of Jazz.

The Matrix of Leadership glowed blue as if it could see through the mysteries of the universe. She pushed it gently and said, "It should be on you, Opten."

Optimus took it and said, "Three more things."

"I know!" Leo raised his hand suddenly, "Hey! Man... No, Boss, can you give me an autograph?"

"……Yes."

Several humans watched with headaches as a large electronic data board was filled with English letters drawn on it in a clumsy manner. But to their surprise, the Autobot leader's handwriting was different from what they had imagined. It was not mature, steady and solemn, but rather flowing and majestic, like an eagle flying freely and unrestrained in the sky.

Leo happily took the signature board, which had been shrunk several times, from Ratchet's hand.

"Ha! See it? Simmons, I will keep it for the rest of my life and take it with me into the coffin!"

Simmons punched him expressionlessly.

"Where were we talking about?"

"The first thing is the Matrix's 'gift mechanism'." Optimus took over the topic smoothly, "Sam, how did you know?"

“What?” The boy who was suddenly tagged was stunned, “I don’t know, it’s Mikaela…?…Wait…”

"It's just a split second guess, but it makes sense anyway." Mikaela shrugged, "You know, sometimes... adrenaline."

Great human adrenaline, Ratchet thought.

"Maybe MIT really needs another genius," Blake smiled, "in fact, this proves that everyone is a genius."

"At least Starscream that scrap wasn't, Damn! I have the footage, and one day I'm going to replay it a thousand times in the base."

Bumblebee, who was hanging on the belly armor of the Andean Condor at that time, raised the two small tentacles on his head and also agreed with Sideswipe's remarks.

The young Autobot always felt that he could do it again, as long as he didn't blurt out "Damn I'm good" like he did a few hours ago...

"Oh! Those are my bombs! God, please let me give you some more! Oh Lenny, Epps, do you want them? I have some for humans in my inventory. I think there are three or four boxes……"

You actually put all these dangerous items in the boxes? ! The expressions of the two commanders are indescribable.

"Well, what's the second thing, Opten?" Blake turned her playful gaze away from the officers and asked, "What else did you see?"

Apart from anything else, she understood very clearly that there was one thing she could not escape.

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Her ancestors, of course - would be called "naive dreamers", these... insults, even though all they wanted was a safe place to live - Starscream was right.

The violet optics sank slightly. It is undeniable that her ancestors were indeed too optimistic and naive. Just like they thought that wrapping a wound with gauze would make it heal automatically, they never thought about solving those evil roots and bad qualities in war.

Looking at Megatron today, at least he actually rebelled.

And the ambition is outrageous.

“Transformation technology is also their invention.”

After the words fell, not only Blake, but all the Autobots were stunned. Now -

- These three "Escape Supremes" have one more debt to bear.

Remember? "The most shameful invention in science".

In the end, didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

She twitched her mouth stiffly and couldn't help thinking. These would be two terrible extremes. Either the "shame" would be washed away by her, or she would be pushed off the stage by the "shame" and become an unlucky descendant who needs to bear the infamy of her ancestors' misfortune.

There is an Eastern proverb that goes, "A son pays his father's debts," which couldn't be more similar.

"I should put a mosaic on myself," she said with a dumbfounded expression, "to prevent being surrounded and attacked as soon as I step out of the door. ...Well, this is the first time I have encountered such miserable people in my twenty-five years of life. They won.”

Arcee almost gave her a gloating look because of the tone.

"My condolences, by the way."
“Please stop.”

Optimus was helpless for a few seconds, "At least it brought you back, Blakey. Even if I ever said it, it seems I said it too late."

Until I bring you home.

"I didn't 'go home' until the secret was revealed, Opten." She took a few steps forward and put her hand on his right shoulder, "But...how did you find out?"

"Thirty-eight hours after we met. First, I was just suspicious, but I didn't rule out the possibility that this was a Decepticon conspiracy. After all, The Fallen and Megatron once had a half-master-disciple relationship. I originally thought that you and Panthy were innocent victims of their hands, secretly transformed into technology-made humans to infiltrate the Autobots to gather intelligence. I'm sorry, at that time, I didn't know which possibility I should believe, until the Decepticons raid, Bumblebee told us that you 'became' a Cybertronian. Blakey, your eyes are the source of everything. Maybe you will ask why I don't doubt Panthy. It's because humans have genetic mutations. Decepticon scientists are no need to bother themselves to select new colors for Panthy’s optics.”

"Is this why you reacted so strangely when I mentioned Quantum Bridge?!" Ironhide finally couldn't help but get grumpy. He felt that he was being cheated and even felt that this guy who had been the same for four million years was... It's the words that of "deserving a beating"!

"Damn!" The Autobot weapons specialist wanted to fire all the loaded guns to his old friend, "Why didn't you say that time we talked!!"

"Uh... sorry? But I can't expand the scope of the problem. It won't help the situation at the time."

"Scrap! It's not like we were being eavesdropp… - Damn! Why didn't you tell me!!!"

Lennox quickly hid beside Optimus' legs.

"...Wait, so you guessed that this wasn't the first time the Decepticons came to Earth? After all, the prerequisite for creating humans with technology is to obtain human genetic reports. You also guessed that Harvester and The Matrix are both on Earth. However, due to the conflict between the rescue operation and time, you had to choose the former, so in the end... you sent the 'file' at that time, right?" Blake asked in surprise, even though she knew that this long string of question marks were actually affirmative sentences.

"Yes, Blakey." He replied, "I believe Ironhide can understand what I mean. As for... I just don't want to hurt my partner in such a temporary way. In fact, my only mistake...”

“It’s just that The Matrix rejected me in the first place.” She continued.

Optimus nodded. "I'm sorry."

"No, Opten, there's nothing to apologize for. I just feel..." She paused for a moment, and in everyone's confused gaze, she said -

- "It turns out that Harvard University is lacking a genius."

Mikaela was the first to laugh.

He looked at her helplessly and amusedly, and finally got off the bed, "There is one more thing, Sam. It's about your parents."

“…What…my parents…?” He was stunned for a moment, “You mean…”

"During the time when Soundwave held them captive," Ratchet tapped the wrench, making the Cybertronians present shudder, "there was a big problem."

In fact, they were almost all realizing it.

"What's the problem?"

"Satellite, the satellite." Jazz spread his hands, "This pervert wants to interfere in everyone's private life all the time. He doesn't want to miss any mission or intelligence."

"Let's drop the topic of 'pervert', Jazz, he's just a pervert." Dino's speech error was extremely serious.

"Hey, hold on!" Epps suddenly shouted, his eyes widened in disbelief, "They...that group of violent dudes -"

"- They found Shockwave!?"

"And you are a genius."

“Not this time!”

………………

"Found Shockwave" - ​​or, at the same time, "Found the Legend of Death of Cybertron" - kept the base busy for a while, but it didn't last long. It just added a few more things to the existing battle plan, and then A new staff training schedule was arranged.

He heard that Shockwave’s “pet” is very good at “death roll”. Lennox said Jazz told him so.

However, the Autobots didn't know the reason for Shockwave's sudden appearance, so they had to temporarily attribute it to "the time has come". In spite of that it is undeniable that the timing of the Decepticon's famous logic supremacist - aka Chief Scientific Officer's return to the battlefield is too subtle, and no one can find any flaws or shortcomings.

Everything happened as smoothly as if it were a natural progression, at the perfect time. Whether it is about from the perspective of Blake's transformation technology or the rhythm of war, it makes sense.

Of course, they also figured out another point, but this one is quite shocking -

- "Now, bring me our scientific officer." by Megatron

From a semantic point of view, can't it be interpreted that the Decepticons had actually found Shockwave a long time ago? The Decepticons are hiding very deeply.

This comment popped up again with great precision from Bumblebee's already burnt CPU.

“We need to start mastering the key points of transformation technology immediately.” Ratchet said firmly, "No matter where in the sewer it was lost, we have to start immediately. NEST cannot confront Shockwave with nothing. It will have no chance of winning."

These words were agreed to by both hands and feet of them right away. This is probably the so-called "conditional capital". Blake has become a thorn in the eyes of that group of people. It is an irreversible fact. If Shockwave intends to log into the database in the Iacon, he will definitely get all the remaining information about the transformation technology.

The messages - though it's sadly meager - but the truth is that he's a genius, and the Autobots will have no way of knowing for sure if he can't recover the transformation technology.

So they must take action and use this somewhat alternative way of competition to gain relative "negotiating equality" on the other side of the war. Once both sides have gained something, there are plenty of opportunities to use it as a delaying tactic during special trigger points.

To put it bluntly, it’s just the word “trump card”.

At the same time, they have to race against time to "restore" Blake back to a human body and enable her to continue to make a perfect cross-species transition between human and Cybertronian.

After all, the Cybertronians' physical specifications were too easy to be targeted, and sometimes - they had to admit - humans' small size made it easier to escape. Of course, once she is caught, she can naturally restart her genome and return to Cybertronian mode to fight back and protect herself.

The difficulty of this task was not high. Since they had conducted multidisciplinary research on Blake's body from a very early stage, they quickly came up with a key point -

- The energy from Cybertron is the best element to stimulate Cybertron's genes. According to Ratchet, when touching ordinary spark, the transformation will be incomplete because the energy is insufficient, which will lead to loss of autonomous consciousness and inability to control the limbs. In other words, it is a bit like "another self" has taken control of the entire body. But if the energy she comes into contact with comes from the Allspark or The Matrix of Leadership, there will be no problem, because both of these energies are pure enough for Blake to transform herself most completely.

Here, she could maintain consciousness and thinking, and control her limbs.

Then, the holy relic appeared in everyone's sight again. They watched their medical officer carefully "consult" with it for a few seconds, and then carefully extracted some energy from the core and sealed it into the plastic test tubes which Lennox and Epps specially provided - because they were worried that it would mutate if energy came into contact with metal.

Ratchet and Q spent three full months and finally developed a set of genetic sensing chips. They poured energy extracted from The Matrix into the chips and implanted it in the temple next to Blake's right ear. As long as she puts her right index finger and middle finger together and clicks twice, the program will be triggered, the energy will be awakened, and the Cybertron genes will be stimulated to complete the transformation.

If she wants to turn back into human form, just click twice again to issue a command to the chips, releasing the recall program to withdraw the energy of The Matrix of Leadership from the body and return it back to the gate.

During this time, Sam, Mikaela, Leo and Simmons have also returned to their respective homes. The only two differences are that Leo was added to NEST's protection list, and Blake sent an Armalite to Simmons.

This rifle is equipped with an all-round detection system. The small black box is not heavy and can protect his safety 24 hours. The method of sounding the alarm is simple. Just squeeze the small black box firmly - or the butt of the gun in Armalite form - and the signal will be directly transmitted to Blake's system and mobile phone.

As for Leo, like Sam and Mikaela, the base program installed in their mobile phones can immediately transmit the locations of these three important partners back to the base’s “all-in-one work station”. And just to be on the safe side - electronics all break down someday - they each saved the phone numbers of Lennox, Epps and Blake.

Four years have passed since the end of the Battle of Egypt.

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NEST remains unchanged, and the Autobots are still those... cheerful Autobots who get crazy. It is worth mentioning that when the news of The Fallen's death was reported back to the Pentagon, the National Security Advisor happened to be connected to General Moschauer's call - yes, he stayed in the desert for a very, very long time, and kept hearing a voice that said "Amalica" in a weird tone, which made people anxious - Almost at the same time, the White House also issued an order, so the CIA, the central intelligence agency that has always only taken "American interests" as its interests, officially announced its independent investigation of NEST.

Share intelligence. They don't care about the sale of weapons or the disclosure of technology, they just try their best to dig out the information held by the Autobots and the NEST forces. It can be said that... it is another special communication from the President.

However, the CIA’s posture looks very familiar to the Autobots. According to Jazz, it is probably "pervert" and "a collection of Soundwaves among humans". Sideswipe happened to be walking by him at that time, and upon hearing what adjutant said, he couldn't help but chop him down on the head with bare hand.

“A collection of Soundwaves among humans”? No, this scene is just too shocking. In human terms, it's simply super broken...

Oh, and Blake likes to switch back and forth between human and Cybertronian forms recently. She does this at least seven or eight times a day. Sometimes they can't figure out whether to look up or look down (or level). Epps was the worst hit, and one afternoon he accidentally sprained his neck.

The Twins always ask her to transform into an Andean Condor and fly them to the sky. As one of two that who can fly in troops, she is very satisfied with this and often uses this form to chase Ironhide with Panthera. Circle around the island.

Ratchet often secretly throws a wrench when they do this, under the pretext of training his accuracy in attacking the Decepticons, but what kind of accuracy is that? Jolt gives a look of "I understand".

Jolt nicknamed Blake "Pudding" - no one know why. The nickname always made Simmons, who was familiar with Blake's attributes, feel sick to his stomach.

Simmons has now switched careers to become a writer, and has successfully gained a large number of fans as the world's attention is focused on these big guys from the Alpha Centauri system.

Sam is finally getting out of his days of something called "painful ocean which is no end of studying". The past four years have been peaceful and stable. Mikaela, who has experienced many ups and downs with him, has finally renovated her father's motorcycle maintenance factory into a large store. Sometimes when the Autobots don't have any missions, they will ask for leave and come here to relax and rest.

The base on Diego Garcia was moved back to the United States a year ago due to its remote location. The sign outside currently says "Department of Public and Health Services", but anyone who should know knows what that is.

Optimus is still the only leader of the Autobots, and Blake is still the left-wing adjutant, sharing the title of special operations commander with Jazz, and also having the title of "Chief of Staff". This name actually has no meaning, but Q just added it because he thought it looks very imposing and cool.

Of course no one objected.

Dino often wanted to complain that his leader always played the same song more than ten times and his audio receptor was almost poisoned. In response, The Wreckers said that it was because he had never experienced the situation where Blake, who was acting in a very "no death, no life" way, chopped the virtual Decepticon warrior in half with a smile on her face. Oh, that's it. With that song. She would play the song on loop for as long as they trained.

The Wreckers think highly of Blake's fighting style, and work with her for an average of 12 hours of a day - four days a week - to break the record score of the "Decepticons Assault Simulator" invented by Q and Ratchet.

Don't know who made Optimus and Blake's garage into one. The garage is not the kind of garage that humans are accustomed to, but a fully open space with four floors. So, yes, their new base is the largest Department of Public and Health Services ever.

Arcee Three were sent to investigate Shockwave because they always felt something was wrong. The Decepticons have always been arrogant and aggressive, but after this incident - the Battle of Egypt - they suddenly became much more solemn. Now whatever actions or events these violent elements perform - even if they are very mundane - seem to be shrouded in another layer of mist.

The resident psychiatrist at NEST sometimes wonders if they have some kind of "the Decepticons will definitely..." PTSD. However, the facts have proved that every related mission, big and small, in the past four years has indeed supported that their "PTSD" is always correct.

As was the case today, the resident psychiatrist entered the office from the corridor. He heard that the return of the "Legend of Death on Cybertron" seemed to be hiding a huge and earth-shattering conspiracy.

Although no one knows what it is yet. But this conspiracy may be both terrible and brutal.

Compared with Egypt back then, it is even more shocking, frightening and unbelievable.

And despair.

……

"Opten, what do you think?"

"I can't think of it, Blakey, but I feel it."

"You will not run alone tonight." Blake said, looking into his clear blue eyes.

"And I am with you who always by my side." And he gazed into her gentle violet eyes.

In fact, there is only one most important purpose -

- Stop it and make sure no one dies.

※

The Witwicky family has always had a mysterious mission, or better yet - destiny. Ever since Archibald Witwicky led an expedition to the North Pole and discovered the Decepticon leader Megatron - the Cybertronian named "NBE-1" by the former Sector 7, who was also the revolutionary who provoked the great civil war, a careerist.

However, now, few people in NEST call him a "villain", and instead, like the Autobots, they have gradually changed the term to a neutral term such as "radical". After all, compared to The Fallen's out-of-control brain, oh no... out-of-control CPU, Megatron can almost be said to be kind to the extreme.

Being led astray.

Dino, who was successfully influenced by Jazz, finally went towards a strange style and never turned back.

Today is still an ordinary training day. Maybe the Decepticons are still recuperating and preparing for the next action, but no matter what, at least it is quiet and peaceful. Except the young man, whose name was Sam, was currently sitting on the hood of Bumblebee, looking frustrated.

Dino listened to the boy's complaints while mumbling strange narration.

"I don't know at all... She just disappeared like that... Without saying anything, without leaving any words to me..."

"You really didn't have a fight?"

“We hardly ever quarrel…”

“Hardly?”

"Unless she's on her period." Sam said firmly.

“…”
“…”

"...Then," Jazz was rarely stuck for a moment, "maybe she is bored? There has been too much peace in the past few years."

"If that was the reason, Mikaela would have broken up with me a long time ago."

"She left without a sound or reason." Blake sat on Optimus' right shoulder, unconsciously rubbing her left thumb and index finger together, "Although it is very likely Mikaela's character, the timing is indeed a bit strange."

"I told you! We went to the movies together three days ago! Everything was normal! But WHY!"

"Hey man, calm down. Maybe she just wants to be alone?"

"No, Bee...you don't understand..."

"Sam, how would you describe Mikaela's sudden disappearance?"

Blake lowered her head and asked, "Go with your intuition, don't think more about it."

He said without hesitation, "Evaporated from the face of the earth."

There was silence for a while among those present.

Optimus raised his hand and caught Blake who jumped to the ground, "What's wrong, Blakey?"

"I'll see if I can use the base program to search for Mikaela's location."

They approached, but after ten minutes, still found nothing. Lennox and Epps frowned deeply.

"No, that's impossible. The base program can work even when the phone is turned off or in flight mode, even the GPS locator is disabled. It is clearly connected to the NEST-exclusive satellite in a two-way independent manner."

"What do you mean?" Sam interrupted hastily, "Are you saying... something happened to Mikaela?"

"I'm sorry to say this," Ratchet touched his chin subconsciously, "but it seems that she didn't get into trouble because she was missing, but disappeared because of the trouble."

"……What the?"

"Mikaela left very suddenly, didn't you notice, Sam?" Blake took a few steps back and walked towards the tarmac, "She was trying to do something, more like... trying to figure something out."

"Self-defense?" Lennox said suddenly.

"Well said, Lenny." Ironhide tapped the projection panel on the all-in-one work station, "Maybe the girl is aware of some information that we don't know."

"But she should have told me!" Sam shouted, looking a little upset, "This is dangerous!"

"Because she's worried about you, Sam." Elita came over on the pulley, "She wants to protect you."

The peculiar high-frequency friction sound of metal parts growing and deforming came from the rear. They looked up and saw the rose gold paint reflecting the incandescent fluorescent lights on the ceiling, and heard the internal gears of the violet optics locking together one by one, and the brake sounds of the four tires rotating in both directions to position themselves against each other.

New upgraded version - Lamborghini Gallardo LP560-4. Four-wheel drive, V-type 10 cylinders, DOHC dual camshaft, displacement 5204cc, and maximum horsepower can reach 560hp. She can accelerate to 100 kilometers per hour in 3.7 seconds and maintain a hunting limit of 325 kilometers per hour.

Blake inexplicably became more and more fascinated by the thrill of speed.

"You must have thought of some clue, Opten." Her voice became a little colder, but it did not lose its original calm and gentleness, "It's so obvious."

Optimus subconsciously said "Is that so?" and replied, "I think this pattern is very familiar. I'm afraid it has something to do with Shockwave."

"Shockwave? That crazy big traffic sign?" Epps asked.

"...Yes, my friend." The Autobot leader paused, then deleted the strange image of "Shockwave's optics are traffic lights" from the CPU, "Although we don't understand what information Mikaela has, the most urgent matter is to find her location as soon as possible."

Lennox tried again, but still failed to locate the location.

"Shit!" Sam punched down, "Is there no way? There is no way we can find her!"

"In fact, we can take a longer route, maybe that will work." Jazz tapped Ironhide's arm, "Brother, you haven't forgotten your Armalite?"

"Simmons? Damn, do you want to launch a blanket search of the disbanded Sector 7? How long will it take to find the girl?"

"That's right." The Autobot right-wing adjutant said cheerfully, "Since our man has already launched 'Operation of Phantom', it's also a good idea to make these unemployed middle-aged guys 'non-existent' for a while. Pretty complementary decisions, aren’t they?”

"Jazz is right." Optimus nodded slightly, "The underground network is sometimes faster. We were attacked once on Cybertron."

"I can contact him right now," Blake subconsciously reached out to the platform to get her phone, "...Oh, I'm still used to using it to make calls."

She called up the contact folder on the panel of her sight and quickly set up three firewalls to connect to Simmons' communication.

Sam still looked at her nervously until Blake finally nodded to him, and then he felt relieved a little bit.

"Opten, what are you talking about with Shockwave?"

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"I'm not sure. Maybe it's a transformation technology, or maybe... it's another hidden method of the Decepticons."

Lennox and Epps returned to the office a few seconds ago to send the encrypted file to General Moschauer. The few people who stayed here thought about it, but they still couldn't remember anything.

"We must not let the CIA agent know about this operation." She said firmly, "I have a bad feeling, a very bad feeling."

The Decepticons always hide deep. Several Autobots thought about it for a few seconds, and for some reason, they felt a chill on their backs. Of course, it may not be an illusion.

"By the way, we found something interesting," Arcee said, "Shockwave has been landing on the moon quite often recently. Unfortunately, we can't follow him, there are too many Decepticons' soldiers."

"Is there anything on the moon?"

"We didn't see anything special except a whole bunch of scraps."

"Damn, what on earth does this pervert want to do…?"

"Sideswipe, don't you hate 'pervert meme' the most?" Dino poked his belly armor, "I thought of one. Didn't Optimus just talk about transformation technology? Could it be that the guy built a laboratory on the moon?"

"Damn, who cares about pervert meme now. ...But what Shockwave did is indeed possible."

"There isn't much data left from Iacon, but I can't guarantee that he can't restore the full picture of the technology." The Autobot leader habitually looked at the ground and thought, "If we want to know what they are doing, we must..."

"It's best to just do it in one go and flatten that gray, white, and unremarkable old satellite." Leadfoot had been standing nearby without saying anything, but suddenly spoke up, unsurprisingly attracting everyone's attention.

"This is too dangerous, Leadfoot. We have no way of knowing how many Decepticons there are, and a rash landing could result in the annihilation of the entire army."

"Are you afraid of the consequences? Freaking scraps, being passive is not the style of The Wreckers..." He muttered a few words, and then said, "It's better to kill them and die together. If we don't finish the fight, we can continue in Allspa..."

Then he gradually fell silent in the face of Boss’ disapproving gaze.

To be honest, it doesn't matter what Shockwave is doing, what matters is why he is doing it? Even if what he is researching is indeed transformation technology, what is the reason?

Use humans as slaves to rebuild Cybertron?

But all this is based on the premise that Cybertron can be rebuilt and revived. With the Allspark destroyed and The Matrix of Leadership in the hands of the Autobots, there is nothing left that can generate enough energy to reignite Cybertron's dead core.

...Right?

Blake was suddenly stunned.

Wait… getting back to basics, wasn’t the purpose for Shockwave to return from some musty corner of the universe because of the transformation technology she carried? Is there any other reason besides this?

When did Shockwave come back? There are two possibilities. The first is before the Battle of Egypt; the second is after the death of The Fallen.

Taking the former as an example, transformation technology is undoubtedly the key consideration, there is no doubt about it. But what about the latter?

She suddenly felt a suffocating feeling similar to that which only humans can experience, and could not help but look at Sam who had been silent for a long time.

There are so many forms of energy. If the latter guess is correct, then Shockwave must have a new method that they don't know about to rebuild Cybertron. Suppose - she meant suppose - suppose the timing of Shockwave's return wasn't a coincidence, or even that his long "disappearance" was fake...

If he was really stranded in the universe at that time, why did Megatron say so confidently, "Bring our scientific officer"? Why didn't he say "find our scientific officer no matter the cost"?

Fake disappearance, Opten said the Decepticons may have a deeper purpose, multiple states of energy, The Fallen, time, the moon, many Decepticons, laboratory, transformation technology, reconstruction...

She rubbed her fingers unconsciously, and a clear logical thread finally took shape in the processor.

"Opten, Sam, do you still remember... the knowledge inheritance of Allspark?"

"Of course! Oh come on, whenever I think of that time at the factory I find lobsters scary... Ugh..."

"..." Optimus looked at him silently, "There are many kinds of energy."

"I have an estimate."

"Permission is granted."

"Shockwave was never missing, it was all a feint from the Decepticons - or Megatron."

The Autobots were startled.

"What are they trying to do again!" Sideswipe almost jumped out with his triangular blades, "Damn! Here they come again!"

"What are they covering up?" Ratchet quickly picked up the key point, "Shockwave is Megatron's most trusted confidant besides Soundwave. This thing is very important."

"...Wait a minute," Sam said uncertainly, "so...the timing of his appearance isn't the point at all?"

Optimus was quiet for a moment.

"Blakey, you're wondering if they've made plans for the possible failure of The Fallen. You're wondering -"

"- The Decepticons still have something to do that again."

"Yes." Blake looked into his clear blue eyes, "Opten, I think they do. I also think Shockwave is researching transformation technology in order to rebuild Cybertron. You see,"

She pointed outside and said calmly, "there are many, many slaves here, Opten. There are more than seven billion colonial people available for enslavement."

"This is impossible!" Q was shocked and muttered to himself, "...Oh my God, they also have a space bridge..."

The two words "space bridge" seemed to activate some switch, and Optimus almost simultaneously revealed a rare and surprising expression.

"Opten, you know."

“…It’s The Pillars…”

Jazz leaned against the platform with his arms folded across his chest. He frowned when he heard that, "We can't go over there. There must be a large number of troops deployed there. If we land, we will be courting death. Optimus, we can only wait."

Unusually, he remained silent.

“Prime,” Ironhide took a step forward, “no, not now.”

Who is it? Blake narrowed her optics.

"What does the Chief of Staff think?"

She was still thinking when she heard him questioning her by title.

Blake looked up and saw that sky-liked eyes contained too many complex emotions. No matter which level, they were all forbearing and deep.

She stared at him for a while, and finally said, "We must have bargaining chips."

Optimus was stunned for a moment, then understood what she meant, but fell into hesitation.

The other members also seemed to understand something and were a little astounded. After all, given the current situation, they have no choice but to make an exchange.

That’s the former Autobot leader - Sentinel Prime, and also Optimus’ mentor.

And why would Shockwave be content to only obtain the insignificant technical analysis report in the Autobot medical officer's database?

Of course, it was exchanged for one person.

Of course they -

- Traded Black Cybertron for Sentinel Prime and The Pillars.

But the priorities are clear. Even if Optimus can put aside other concerns and believe that she has enough ability to escape, once he does so, he will be handing over the fate of the Earth to others. What's the point even if the Autobots win in the future?

This is a matter of principle.

This is a belief that the Autobots have never stopped and have always firmly held.

Her silence just now was not because she thought Optimus was going to give up on her, but because she knew that he would never give up his belief that "all men are created equal." That's right, she knew very well that it would be impossible for the Autobot leader to save the people he wanted to save and the things he wanted to take back before the Decepticons took action.

But what happens after the Decepticons take action?

Is that person's body still intact?

Blake stepped forward and gently grasped her partner's wrist, applying a little force, "Opten, Jazz is right, we can't go."

She shifted everyone's tacit thoughts from "belief" to "safety," and said, "I have another idea that requires your and the General's approval."

Optimus looked up at her, and after a few seconds, he slowly spoke, "I think I already know, Blakey."

Several Autobots present almost blurted out "Here we go again", it's the same procedure every time.

The Leader and Blakey seem to have some weird processor-sharing link, like something humans are crazy about... the X-Men? Professor X who can kill all humans in seconds with his brain.

"Am I the only one who wants to roast him?" Leadfoot said motionlessly.

"No, you're not alone." Dino leaned against the wall in a look of resignation, "Although I'm used to it, it feels like a cat is scratching my spark."

"The cat will die, Dino." Jolt swung a piece of wire that was used for unknown purposes.

"Optimus, could you please be a spoiler from now on?"

Sam's complaining voice came from his legs, "Oh dear... I miss Mikaela again..."

The Autobot leader blinked, looking innocent. Lennox and Epps happened to walk out of the office. Since the insider channel was always open to these two human companions 24 hours a day, he did not explain much and entered the "spoiling phase" required by the young man very efficiently.

"We can use Blakey as bait to lure Shockwave down from the moon, and then send our brothers to retrieve Sentinel and The Pillars."

"What about... the Decepticons?" Sam asked.

"Arcee detected no signs of activity on the lunar surface, which shouldn't be a problem as long as Shockwave isn't around."

They reasonably speculated that the Decepticons buried under the moon were all subordinates of the Decepticon Scientific Officer himself. According to the order theory of this logical pervert, the soldiers could not move without orders.

"Is that it?" Ratchet asked with certainty.

"Indeed."

Lennox finally rubbed his forehead at the sound of Epps' gloating whistle, and then cursed in a very orthodox Cybertron swear word, "Scrap, we must not let those guys from the CIA know about this. By the way, where are you going to lead Shockwave?"

Blake and Optimus looked at each other and said in unison -

- "Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant, Ukraine."

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[Ukraine, Kyivska Oblast, Prypiat town, abandoned Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant]

It is 16 kilometers away from the border with Belarus and has been officially closed since December 15, 2000. Starting in 1986, a series of reactor explosions and fires at the plant turned this nuclear power plant, once known as the "safest and most reliable", into the most terrifying joke and nightmare in history.

After the first explosion, the accident response personnel at the time constructed a large "coffin" made of reinforced concrete to cover the No. 4 reactor. However, the remaining three undamaged reactors were put under excessive pressure on electricity supply.

On October 11, 1991, a fire broke out due to hydrogen leakage in the turbine room of Unit 2, causing the burning of the Unit 4 turbine. The Soviet Union planned to shut down the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant, but it was the first to face economic bankruptcy and declared its dissolution on December 25 of the same year.

The potential crisis of the nuclear power plant being forced to continue operating caused tension between Ukraine and its neighbors. Finally, in 1995, an agreement was signed with the G7 and the European Union, and this forbidden dangerous place shrouded in dark clouds was officially closed in the millennium.

The level of nuclear radiation at Chernobyl was so alarming that it terrified the world.

This area has been uninhabitable for nearly 25,000 years.

They made an agreement with Shockwave and retreated into the dark. Sure enough, two weeks later they received news directly from Ukraine.

Voss Holder, lawyer for Ukraine’s Ministry of Energy.

"Listen, our government will deny this conversation. You can only resolve it quickly and don't let the battlefield expand. We found traces of suspected alien technology in an abandoned nuclear power plant." The lawyer looked a little anxious, and his words trembled a little, "That nuclear power plant is Chernobyl."

Lennox didn't pay too much attention. After all, Voss Holder was just a civil servant. He had never seen a battlefield full of blood, flesh, and flying debris, "See you in three days."

NEST dispatched several heavyweight members, led by the Autobot leader, including two supreme human commanders, and boarded a transport plane to Ukraine.

………………

The barren land within sight is nothing but gray, white and brown. This place is like the gate of hell and the abyss of sin. It is dead quiet everywhere, without any vitality or life.

All that could be heard was the faint lingering sound of deafening explosions and human screams of terror.

After deafness comes a buzzing confusion, as if the signal has failed, leaving only the high-pitched and flat mosquito sound on the electrocardiogram horizontal line. The tires rolling over the snowy roads, whether on the main roads or in the alleys, have been silent for decades.

【Damn, my detection system is showing a red light.】Sideswipe complained in the insider channel that in fact, they had turned off the open communication line before boarding the plane.

【Mine is purple.】

【Damn! Then why don’t you get out of there quickly! What are you still doing there?!】

【Don't worry,】Jazz said cheerfully, 【this little energy is not enough for me to restart. 】

【Ugh huh.】

A silver Pontiac rushed out from the left intersection in front of Ironhide in panic. It was obvious who had made that warning. It could only be their medical officer Ratchet.

Voss and Lennox sat together. From the moment the former got in the car, he had been clenching his hands tightly into a ball, with his knuckles visibly turning white.

Lennox noticed the beads of sweat on his forehead, "Are you nervous?"

“Wh…what?” He seemed startled, “Oh…oh, of course, after all, it’s my first time…”

"Don't worry, they'll take care of it."

“…You trust them.”

"Of course," he answered without hesitation, "I trust them more than humans - this group of liberal warriors from Cybertron. The Autobots  thry are respectable and worthy of respect."

"Well..." Voss muttered an interjection, but Lennox didn't hear it.

【Blakey, close to the nuclear power plant.】

【Receive.】Blake tapped the radio channel exclusively for the two commanders, 【Lenny, Epps, repeat report of the forward line advancement coordinates.】

"Okay!" NEST's supreme commander shouted and pulled out the microphone radio stuck on his shoulder.

There was a black earphone hanging on his right ear. It originally belonged to Blake and was now lent to him.

"Armed personnel get off the vehicle, three groups gather left, center and right, on my mark." Epps held an Armalite, "The enemy may appear at any time, do not fire without orders."

Voss Holder still looked a little uneasy. After saying a few words to Lennox, he pointed in a certain direction. A group of people then maintained their camp and followed with a bit of nervousness.

They had an agreement with Shockwave on this operation. The area around the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant is as concealed as a dead city, so even if a fight breaks out here, no innocent civilians will be sacrificed. More importantly, once the CIA makes inquiries, they can use the excuse that "Shockwave suddenly appeared in the area to collect radiation and convert it into energy for the Decepticons."

As for what kind of energy it is and how to convert it, it is left to Ratchet and Q to explain.

Those two could talk about this for three days and three nights.

Then they would start to debate.

"Pay attention to the radiation level," Lennox said, "report immediately if it exceeds the limit. ...Mr. Voss, where is your protective gear?"

"I don't need it. I'm too old." He walked ahead, passing through a dark corridor, "From here, through the school in front, we can get… there."

The Autobots then split into three teams and surrounded the area from both sides. Blake could hear the noise from the two commanders. Voss Holder's unnatural pause just now made her a little confused, but it was just a confusion. She thought he just stepped on or touched something.

【That guy wasn’t wearing any isolation clothing.】Sideswipe muttered, 【Ratchet, that guy isn't wearing an isolation suit. 】

【...Sideswipe, I think you will need a full body checkup after you return from the mission. Also, that's not an isolation suit, that's a protective suit. 】

【……,】The silver Corvette may have shaken a little, 【They are all clothes, there is no difference. 】

【Isolation clothing allows you to enter the hospital. 】

Corvette shut up completely.

"Keep going, keep in formation." The voices in Lennox and Epps' headphones kept shouting, "Hey guys, can you guys pay attention?"

【It's always happy time, Lenny. 】Jazz laughed, 【No signal was detected on the right wing, so we stay put. What about Optimus? 】

【Not yet appeared.】

Blake maintained the shape of the car, and the light rose gold color was even more dazzling in the white, but the consistent Peterbilt 379 next to her neutralized it well.

Behind the blue background with red fire cloud pattern is an entire weapons cabinet, which also contains the flight backpack that Jetfire gave him four years ago.

Speaking of Jetfire..., she pondered. The fact that "Blake Cybertron" is both a human and a Cybertronian has long been known by the CIA and the government - those… babies. Except for the super protective General Moschauer in the military who is used to calling her "Cybertron", the former two hope that NEST can give her a new code name so that they can call her more conveniently.

However, in fact, in essence, the code name does not have much meaning, but for a certain kind of special heroism that may exist in the hearts of that group of people? - She wasn't sure if she could describe it this way - so she just had to think of one.

Blake's code name was named by Jetfire.

Remember when they were in Egypt, he once said a string of nouns?

'- The Lost One.'

Although she has "returned home", she still feels that the adjective is very touching.

- Lost.

【Ironhide? 】Optimus asked.

【The left wing is quiet.】

“Is this his style?”

【No, Lenny, that's not his style. 】

Epps and him looked at each other and began to feel that something was wrong.

Ratchet explained to them about Shockwave’s “little pet”, which was inseparable from its owner.

And that's the problem.

It was all too quiet, and abnormally quiet, as if they were the prey in a trap, unaware of the spine-chilling sights and manipulating hands that were higher and farther away.

Jazz wanted to say something, but the sudden and crazy blast of the alarm from the detection system forced him to change the subject in a completely opposite direction.

At the same time, the voices of the NEST elite soldiers roared, overlapping with his voice.

【Op, Blakey! Behind you! 】
"Sir! Underground!"

The Autobot leader and the left-wing adjutant aka chief of staff immediately released the car model and rolled forward, barely avoiding the Driller's huge head that exploded from the ground.

"Ew..." Epps uttered a strange interjection at an inappropriate time, "It's not my fault, but... it really looks like a disgusting, wriggling caterpillar, and it's green."

【Pfft.】

Shockwave's bright red optic finally emerged from Driller's arched back. Different from other Decepticons whose eyes were filled with cruelty, teasing, ridicule and murderous intent, the Chief Scientific Officer's eye were pure calm, like a pool of stagnant water, and there was only blankness wherever he looked.

It's like a real precision calculating machine.

"Autobots, exchange hostages." The voice was also shockingly flat.

"The old base, Bkap Elaus Dihash, ready to lau..."

"Don't be rushed." Shockwave interrupted him, bent down and picked up something, and threw it in front of him and Blake casually, "I only want the experiment, you can take the rest."

【…This is illogical.】Sideswipe couldn’t help but say.

Optimus reached out his hand to stop Blake who wanted to move forward, and then shifted his gaze to the objects on the ground. After scanning, the data popped up, and the left hand he held his partner -

- Is suddenly tightened.

"The ship, mission lifted." The Autobot leader said in a low voice, but the familiar metallic voice was lowered more than usual, and it sounded as if he was restraining something.

【Wait a minute! 】Sideswipe shouted again,【Optimus! What's going on? 】

【Retreat first, I'll explain.】

"Experimental subject." Shockwave turned his gaze to her, "I want the experimental subject."

"She is not your experiment." Optimus said solemnly, "Autobots, free fire."

Chapter Text

The air was silent for a moment, and the next second, NEST and the Autobots hiding in the surroundings turned their guns and fired at Shockwave without hesitation. Blake seized the opportunity and while his attention was diverted, she stepped forward and snatched the "item".

Optimus looked at her, nodded slightly, then pulled out an electric shot gun from the circular weapons cabinet that had been opened long ago and joined the battle.

She took a few steps back to block the military vehicles and several inadequately armed NEST soldiers, then looked down at the "item". With just one glance, Blake understood.

This is a part of The Ark - it has Cybertronian writing on it.

This is US government property - it has the official markings of the Department of Defense on it.

...No wonder Opten was so angry, even furious.

They - from beginning to end - were kept in the dark by the government, and the CIA, which has always only considered American interests and seemed to want to dig out all the intelligence of NEST, also... deceived them.

No, they never thought about exchanging information with NEST. They are like parasites, their only responsibility is to satisfy themselves and leave behind the empty shells of their prey.

What she didn’t expect was that NEST was the one being exploited from the very beginning to the very end. Whether it is this time or the US government that the Autobots have always believed in, which they are negotiating and cooperating with each other.

The Autobot left-wing adjutant and chief of staff narrowed her violet optics and looked at Shockwave, who was driving the Driller away, and couldn't help but become slightly suspicious -

- Why does he go to so much trouble to disrupt the cooperative trust between the Autobots and human officials?

- Is it an internal conflict? Try to make two sides collapse on their own?

- Or is there another purpose?

And the most important point... Where did he get this thing? How did he know?

Blake stared at the parts of The Ark for a while, until Optimus walked up to her without saying a word, then she raised her eyes and held his arm slightly with force.

"Opten."

"Let's go."

Lennox and Epps heard the other Autobots' full explanations in their headphones, and their expressions were equally bad.

NEST boarded the transport plane and flew away into the sky in silence, with a heart full of question marks and anger.

"Sir," a soldier ran over before leaving, "Major, Mr. Voss is dead."

"……What did you say?"

"Mr. Voss is dead," the soldier repeated, "we found several bullet holes in his brain stem."

*

Voss Holder's death was strange and bizarre.

[NEST Confidential Headquarters, Washington, D.C. - Department of Public and Health Services]

Several sports cars drove into the tarmac one after another. It had been four years since the last time there was such a suffocating silence. They had examined Voss' body, and after human soldiers and Autobot weapons specialist had determined that the bullets that had penetrated his skull -

- It's Cybertronian.

A Decepticon killed him.

Who is Voss Holder and why did he tip off Shockwave?

Judging from the size of the bullet, the only ones who can use this small-sized machine gun and do it silently are Soundwave's Cassettecons.

Ravage and Frenzy were already dead, so only Laserbeak was left.

Ratchet used the all-in-one work station to dig up Voss’ background and came to a shocking conclusion.

Voss Holder's all data archives -

- Are all fake.

"Soundwave and Shockwave have only collaborated six times since the Civil War." Sideswipe couldn't help but get impatient, "Every time they destroyed a city. ...Damn Ratchet! Why can't we find his original information! "

"Soundwave is more familiar with the human society's network than I am. He wiped all the data without leaving a trace." The Autobot medical officer looked at his old friend who had turned back into a truck for 13 hours, "I think since Soundwave is working with Shockwave, our plan may have been exposed at the beginning."

"It's that eavesdropping pervert again!"

"Calm down, Wippy." Arcee leaned against the wall, hugging her chest, "The question is, why did the human government get it? And how they get it?"

"It's Project Apollo, Arcee." Blake's violet eyes suddenly opened - she relieved the image of Cybertronian - and her tone was filled with understanding, "This piece of The Ark is too huge for humans. If it fell on Earth, there would always be dark areas that the government couldn't clear from social media, popular news, and private archives. But if The Ark fell on the moon, it would make sense. The only alien territory that humans have landed on in history is this silver satellite of the Earth."

Blakey's IQ has never changed. Several Autobots thought.

"If that's the case, why didn't Shockwave stop it?"

"My guess is that he had intended to do this anyway. Even if humans had never set foot on the surface of the moon, he would have deliberately dismantled any part of The Ark and thrown it to us today."

"……Why……?"

"The Pillars," Ironhide said, "Shockwave wants to use the Autobots to destroy the planet."

"Guilt? Crisis of trust?" Arcee sneered and fell silent again, "Humph."

Peterbilt 379 stood quietly by, not saying a word. Lennox and Epps were bruised and battered with this matter that they were answering General Moschauer's questions at one moment and then turning back to answer the CIA agent's questions the next.

Blake stood by his driver's door, looked up at the two commanders who were overwhelmed, impatient and irritable, and suddenly thought of something.

This feeling seems too similar.

"So is it." She said with sudden realization, "Voss Holder stole the parts of The Ark himself."

"I beg your pardon?" A voice interrupted loudly from the CIA's video channel.

"His English is not very standard." She didn't care that the CIA agent could do two things at the same time, "Suppose Voss is indeed a Ukrainian... or a Soviet. Suppose he worked in a Soviet government department when he was young. In 1991, the Soviet Union collapsed, and there were only three reactors left in the nuclear power plant. What if he got the chance to be sent to Ukraine to retrieve - or perhaps destroy - some confidential documents of the nuclear power plant? What if he met the Decepticons? Voss doesn't seem to be a man of character, right, Lenny?"

Seeing Lennox nod, she continued, "What if he compromises in order to survive? The Decepticons can use him to sneak into the United States and steal part. These things are not difficult for Soundwave and Shockwave. As long as Voss is willing to do it, there is nothing they can't succeed."

"With all due respect, Lost," the female agent - or rather the director - said bluntly, "no part of The Ark have ever been stolen."

Blake was also blunt, "That's fake."

"Impossible. No one can take away state secrets under heavy alarm. There is no need for them to steal it. Enlighten me, why would they steal?"

"Director, maybe Voss didn't go in alone. Who killed him? Think tiwce. As long as Laserbeak's size and parts can be reduced through density compression technology, she can go out through any ventilation duct. Voss is just a puppet. As for the alarm...human's alarms are equivalent to a pile of junk in their eyes. Director, Soundwave can control satellites, and Shockwave can study the science and technology that has been lost on Cybertron for more than millions to tens of millions of years. There is nothing they can't do."

She did not give a chance to the CIA officer who tried to interrupt her to speak, "To the Decepticons, a group of revolutionary elements with radical ideas, the technology of Cybertron spacecraft is a waste and blasphemy if it is in the hands of humans. And The Fallen had not yet failed at that time. Rather than letting the actual theft of part cause chaos, they were more likely to choose to use the method of swapping part to achieve all their goals. Humans do not understand the personalities of Soundwave and Shockwave, but the Autobots who have fought against them do."

"Our chief of staff is right," Jazz said, "The Ark part brought The Pillars and Sentinel Prime, the former leader of the Autobots. They stole the part just to create a gap of distrust between humans and us, and use the power of the Autobots to destroy your planet. You should know the reason why they did this. As a director of the same race, don't you understand the ability of humans to be suspicious of each other?"

Charlotte pursed her lips, "I need the proofs."

"Director, they don't need to go to such great lengths to tell a lie when the truth can be easily discovered. If what Shockwave gave you was a fake, you just need to keep it secret and change the direction of the wind, and there won't be any crisis between humans and the Autobots. He wouldn't do something so inefficient and illogical, so it must be true. Didn't you realize it in the time when this happened?"

"And with all due respect," Ratchet approached the video camera, "I just learned that you have blocked the news of a small explosion in North American Aerospace Defense Command. Why?"

“You hacked into the government’s network?”

"You hid information about The Ark from the Autobots."

"Let your commander speak to me."

Sideswipe was standing nearby, and was indignant, almost made the blades split the platform in half when he heard this.

"You lied to us!" The Autobot leader immediately transformed back into humanoid, losing his usual gentle attitude, "You concealed the location of The Ark, and now you're hiding the accident at the headquarter from us!"

"The U.S. government can swear to you that we didn't even know it was your ship!"

"Have your astronauts searched the crash-avoidance escape pod?" Ironhide suddenly asked.

Immediately afterwards, a strange silence spread throughout the base.

"...The ship was too big, and the technology at the time was only enough for our astronauts to sustain it for twenty minutes."

Blake almost laughed.

This is all so ridiculous.

"Can we be honest with each other now, Director?"

Chapter Text

…

An hour later, Charlotte finally walked in from the base gate with her secretary. Two pairs of black patent leather high heels made a "knock" sound back and forth in the quiet space.

"What's now?"

"You should be honest with us. There is a technical term on Earth called 'information asymmetry'." Dino waved his hand and took a few steps forward, "I heard that it will lead to huge costs."

She glanced at him, "You also concealed the CIA. Do you think I didn't know what you were doing? 'There was a conflict between the Autobots and Shockwave because Shockwave's signal suddenly appeared in the local area'? I am AN Agent, not A Bureaucrat. You actually want to really hand over the Lost? Isn't it too naive to regard the Sky Heard Ship as the only hope for reverse interception?"

Dino choked back by her.

"What exactly is in the Apollo moon landing program?" The Autobot leader directly asked.

"Only a few people know this secret, and even fewer are alive, almost none." Charlotte took a stack of information from the secretary and opened it, "I didn't start to understand it until after it happened, do you understand? Sector 7 owns everything, and I know no more than you want to know, or even less. Now, let me introduce two officials who can actually reveal this 'secret', the Director of Operations at NASA, and Dr. Buzz Aldrin, one of the astronauts who first landed on the moon."

"CIA?" Sideswipe snorted in displeasure.

Charlotte didn't respond.

"Nice to meet you." Aldrin's expression was full of admiration, "As a space traveler, it's my honor."

"The honor is mine." Optimus squatted down and spoke in a lighter tone, "I'm sorry that you need to come in person, but we do need you."

Aldrin shook his head, then nodded and said, "Neil and I are the first people to set foot on the moon, and it's all thanks to you. The origin of the American space race was a reaction to this incident. We discovered the impact on the moon on November 26, 1959. The president at the time, Eisenhower, did not want the Soviet Union be one step ahead of the America, so he immediately convened a group of officials to organize the Apollo program. We successfully carried out the first one, AS-201, on February 26, 1966, and it was not until July 20, 1969 that Neil and I finally successfully landed on the lunar surface. We brought back part of the spacecraft, but we did not find any signs of life. Apollo 11 swore confidentiality to the President of the United States, and Neil and I have been under close protection by special personnel since then."

"The escape pod and the Autobot emblem." Ironhide reminded him.

“Oh... yes.” The elderly smiled sheepishly, “In fact, Neil and I didn’t have enough time to go deeper. The area we searched was only about one-third the size of yours. Because it took a lot of time to remove the part, the reserves of oxygen were not enough. As for your camp emblem, we didn’t see it either.”

"What happened next?" Arcee came over and asked, "No one from the Apollo team ever went to the moon again?"

"There were still some people ever been to the moon, but they no more moved the parts."

"Why?"

"The government thought it was not necessary," the Director of Operations said, "besides, we didn't want to get the enemies' attentions."

Kind of rare. Arcee commented in her mind.

"Only thirty-five people knew the real plan at the time," he continued, "The Soviets had landed on the moon in an unmanned reconnaissance spacecraft, so maybe they had parts."

"That's impossible." Blake interrupted, "If the Soviets had any of the parts, then Shockwave couldn't have ordered Voss to steal your 'precious cargo'."

The Director of Operations shrugged, "We landed six times, took hundreds of photos and samples, sealed them forever, and then terminated this space program."

Charlotte walked onto the work station and clapped her hands, "We're done."

The Autobot leader straightened up.

"As you have already learned, the Cybertronian ship was called 'The Ark', and I saw it flee our planet. Aboard was a technology, which belongs to Autobots, that might help us win the war. And its captain - the man who invented that technology - The Great Sentinel Prime, who was the leader of the Autobots before me."

"You mentioned technology? What kind of technology is that?"

"The Pillars can open bridge and transport supplies, personnel, food, and weapons." He stared at Charlotte's expression, which suddenly turned gloomy, "We'd better get them back before the Decepticons do."

Blake glanced at him secretly, knowing that Optimus still had no intention of revealing the inference of "seven billion slaves". After all, things are not completely clear yet, and making such inferences will do no good except to confuse oneself and add to the pressure. What's more, they are not sure whether Shockwave has already developed the full picture of the transformation technology - if so, the officials will be doubly panicked.

Because Ratchet's current achievements are not enough to reverse those humans who have been Cybertronized.

"Director, we are the only ones who have the capability to reach the moon faster." Jazz crossed his arms to his chest, "The Sky Heard Ship could have been faster if the authorities were willing to use their brains. I mean all of you."

The veiled sarcasm and mockery in his words were clearly heard by everyone, and the Autobot adjutant's rare unfriendly attitude towards humans surprised several members for a moment.

But it was only for a while.

Maybe they need to think more about it. They always feel that something is wrong. For example, why did Shockwave know that the part is in the hands of humans? When The Ark flew away from Cybertron 690,000 years ago, wasn’t it shot down by the Decepticons themselves? They all saw it.

Did Shockwave - or someone else - guess that The Pillars didn't stay on surface, and so tracked down the crash site of The Ark?

But... that's not right. If that's the case, with his strength, it's impossible for him to be one step behind humans. So…

...Shockwave allowed the humans to take the part...?

Why?

"…It's illogical." Arcee said in disbelief, "They simply…"

"The pride?" Blake looked at the vehicles outside that had long gone away, sat on the shoulder of her partner who was no longer that mad, and said, "Maybe they were just taking precautions to avoid the result that The Fallen really failed. I guess Megatron played a big role in this. He knew that we would definitely cooperate with humans."

She put herself in the shoes of a descendant of Cybertron Prime, "As long as we think about this, it will only be good for them if the part is taken away. They can just steal them back later. The Decepticon leader should know best what the consequences of the incompatibility will be."

"Wait, then The Pillars..." Sideswipe suddenly realized a terrible problem, "Could it be that they are already..."

Several Autobots froze and turned to look at their leader.

The leader lowered his eyes and stared at the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

“…Optimus!”

"...I think we should take back Sentinel first." He shrank his optics, a strange pause hidden in his tone, "Since Shockwave returned the part to the Autobots, his intention is self-evident."

The Autobots were shocked.

Lennox's hand shook, and the ballpoint pen he was using to write the minutes of the irregular meeting fell off the edge of the work station. Blake caught it, her face full of inexplicable look.

What is the purpose of Shockwave?

They are all people with rich combat experience, how could they not guess it? As soon as the Autobots see the part, they will know the location of Sentinel Prime, who was once the ruler of the planet. He will not fail to imagine their determination to do everything they can to bring back their former leader.

He just wanted them to bring back Sentinel Prime - alive. If Sentinel can't survive, the Autobots will inevitably explode in battle due to grief and anger, and Shockwave won't give himself something like that to do.

Why?

Why did Shockwave keep such a backup plan?

"What...what is he going to do with Sentinel?" Q asked fearfully.

"...Opten, what have you thought of?" Blake looked up at him calmly, her violet eyes silently reflecting his indescribable expression, "The probability of it being true or false is fifty-fifty, we..."

"No, Blakey." Optimus shook his head, "You are right. I do not easily doubt my companions, let alone he was my teacher. However, you and I both know -"

"- Shockwave never lies."

"...It's a really unpleasant and terrible trust, isn't it?"

The Autobot leader let out a long sigh, raised his hand and stroked her raven-gold hair, saying, "To be honest, I don't know. But..."

"That's the truth." She lowered her eyes.

Lennox and Epps opened their mouths and looked around at their Autobot comrades who were gradually falling silent, not knowing what to say.

...Perhaps it is not appropriate to say anything at this moment, not even a single letter.

In fact, there is no need to say anything else, they all understand.

Because Shockwave never - ever - leaves an enemy behind his back.

====

There has been no response of Sector 7's message for a week.

He heard that NEST is now communicating with the government, hoping to temporarily restart its old base on Diego Garcia Island in the Indian Ocean. It seems that they will once again go to the moon on the Sky Heard Ship to rescue their former leader.

Seems to be related to Chernobyl's failure.

Sam was organizing folders while brainstorming - he finally found a job, with a super weird boss - he was almost like a walking corpse these days, although he was a... "company's mobile force intelligence delivery agent", but it did not prevent him from completing his tasks while being distracted from time to time.

Simmons' intelligence was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any splash at all.

He felt that he really couldn't bear it anymore. Even if his phone wasn't encrypted or something, it was still necessary to make a call.

He was really worried about Mikaela.

After finally getting through the working hours, the small apartment he and Mikaela rented together became dark and miserable. Usually, Mikaela gets off work earlier than him, so..., but now, instead of the warm yellow light and the fragrant living room, there is only a dark entrance and a pug.

And an Autobot who has an inexplicably good relationship with his pug - Brain.

Brain is... He didn't seem to have asked where he came from...

Sam didn't eat dinner. He took out his cell phone and glanced at the usual text message from his parents - they didn't know Mikaela was missing - and was in no mood to reply.

With Brain on the pug's back, they came downstairs and sat on the sofa together.

"Just call him." Brain said, "Come on, I can turn into a laptop, maybe it will be safer. ...But it may not be the case if the person on the other side is Soundwave."

The Minicon turned around and compressed himself into an Acer black-blue laptop. The web browser on the screen was still on, and Sam knew he sometimes connected himself to the TV to watch "Star Trek".

"Hello?"

"Simmons? Do you have any news?"

There seemed to be some other noises on the other side, "Well, kid, we found a possible potential element. He is very dangerous. I will not tell you until the intelligence of Sector 7 has been collected."

"Is Mikaela in their hands?!"

Simmons was silent for a few seconds, "Maybe there is a chance. Hey kid, I'm going to hang up. My guy is coming out."

"WAIT...!" Sam stared at the screen and finally closed the computer angrily, "Danger, danger, every time is danger. God knows what I have been through!"

"PTSD?" Brain said.

"Bullshit! If they have PTSD, they will never let Optimus go to the battlefield again!"

He turned on the TV unhappily, hoping to find something to distract himself, but he didn't expect the movie channel was playing "Back to Criminal Investigations".

Sam got even angrier.

"Look! P.T.S.D.!"

The young man threw away the remote control with a "pop" sound and walked to the refrigerator to take out a box of salad.

He was a little frustrated, see, without Mikaela -

- It's just that bad.

Chapter Text

…

Well, there is one thing that is not so bad.

"Hey Brain," he suddenly put down his fork, "can you help me find out who sent a recommendation letter to my boss?"

"Recommendation letter?"

"Yeah. My super weird boss at Akta Inc. told me someone sent him a recommendation letter, and I can guarantee it wasn't from any college professor. Now I want to know who he - or she - is."

"...Sam," Brain asked in a very "Brainy" way. In fact, he and Wheelie have a good relationship. They often chat in Blake's car or chat with Blake in the leader's car, "I just wanna know -"

"- Did you tell ANYBODY that your interview plans?"

Sam was blank for a moment, "No?"

"Then how did the person who delivered the letter for you know that Akta was your interview company?"

Sam was blank again, "...I don't know?"

"Okay, this is a good question." Brain stretched and said, "Let's consult the most senior detective of the Autobots."

Blake.

………………

The tarmac was empty.

The base was a little quieter than usual tonight. Optimus took Ratchet, Ironhide, Jolt, Dino, Sideswipe, and The Wreckers on the Sky Heard Ship and set off for the moon. They were not sure whether they would encounter Shockwave or other Decepticons there, so they sent many members to accompany the team.

Jazz and Blake stayed at the base as acting leaders. The Autobots were as considerate as ever and knew that all their eggs should not be put in one basket.

In fact, for some reason, they sometimes get together to discuss the economic context of the earth, and then find that investing is actually similar to war, and Arcee concludes that the future of this planet will show "transaction value inflation."

With all due respect.

She wasn't wrong.

"Letter of recommendation?" Jazz thought, holding his chin. Now their boy has a whole team to advise him.

"Yeah ya, something's wrong, right? Was I hacked? Or was I targeted? Guys, I swear I haven't done anything unnecessary in the past while except looking for my girlfriend."

"Calm down, man." Bumblebee put his face close to the camera, "Say the name of the company again."

"Akta!"

Epps wrote it down.

"What does Blakey think?"

Their familiar violet eyes seemed to be fixed on a certain point, and the index finger and thumb of the left hand rubbed each other unconsciously, "How was your relationship with your professors?"

"Oh, please, it's a miracle that they didn't kill me!"

"Then, you started looking for a job after graduation, right?"

"Yes!"

"No extra social activities? Socializing with people? Only pure interviews?"

"Of course!"

"The interviewer will not write a letter for the subject. And in order to get the recommendation letter recognized, the person who writes it also needs to have a certain credit value or reputation." She paused and added, "...I got a recommendation letter when I registered for the master exam."

"So...?"

"So its source was established when your personal information was already exposed."

Lennox frowned, "This is not good news."

"Is there a way to trace it back?" Jazz asked.

"I'd tried," Brain responded, "it didn't work."

"It seemed to be a handwritten letter, with no contact information or call records. It seemed to appear out of thin air."

"Where's the surveillance camera?"

"It was erased."

Blake showed a look of understanding and said, "Good, Sam. You're being targeted again."

"You mean Sam was planted in that company?"

"...What?! Hey! I didn't betray the Autobots!"

"I mean you were used. Someone forged a tool-like recommendation letter to keep you at Akta."

"But, sweetheart," Bumblebee turned around, "they can't guarantee that the boss of Akta will hire Sam."

"They can," Jazz said, "as long as the person who wrote the letter is big enough."

Oh, this is really Scrap. Lennox wanted to look up and sigh.

There are actually “big guys” among humans who are cooperating with the Decepticons, fuck.

"Okay, then why Akta?" The commander asked with a vicissitudes of life expression, and then saw Blake's violet eyes immediately widened.

"Because there are Decepticons deployed in Akta."

"...Shit..."

"Sam, I have to come to your place. You have to take my car to the company tomorrow." She stood up quickly, raised her right hand and tapped a small area next to her right temple. Then, the crisp knocking sound of metal parts rang out from her chest.

The highly fluid rose gold and black intertwined, covering the clothes she was wearing like river water. Blake began to "grow" at an astonishing rate, as if there was a "core" that could continuously produce infinite DNA structures and incredibly shape a new body.

A body that goes from being a complete human to a complete Cybertronian.

"Jazz," she said, her metallic voice becoming a little colder, "I'll leave the rest to you."

"Got it."

She nodded, folded her arms, bent down, and a brand new Lamborghini Gallardo LP-560 4 landed steadily on the ground.

Blake stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the exit of the base.

"Wait!" Bumblebee suddenly called her, turned around to look at the screen, and then looked at Jazz, "I wish to accompany my boy."

"I'm allowing it."

He subconsciously raised the small wings of the car door, neatly transformed back into the Chevrolet Camaro, and rushed out of the base with Blake.

Jazz stared in the direction they had left, the azure blue of his optics gradually becoming darker.

He is the Autobot adjutant, he is the Autobot special operations commander, so no matter what happens in the future, he must keep calm.

He has to be as firm as a steady rock.

He must stabilize all members and maintain the morale of every soldier when the Autobot leader is about to fall into the inevitable attack.

He knew very well that Sentinel Prime's betrayal was an indisputable fact.

He also knew very well that, except for him, Blake and Bumblebee who had just left, no member was willing to accept this fact 100%.

After all, Sentinel was once a heroic leader who ended the troubled times, single-handedly revived Cybertron's Great Depression, and created one of the only two prosperous eras on the home planet.

In human terms, it's probably as unbelievable as... discovering that Lincoln was actually a communist, or a racist.

It's also ironic.
Very ironic.

He finally explained some things to Lennox and Epps, and after explaining everything he needed to, he went back to his garage.

Jazz drove forward slowly, his usual silver-white Pontiac streamlined body sparkling with beautiful brilliance even without the moonlight.

The bad feeling in his spark grew stronger and stronger.

The war is about to begin, for real.

He knows.

*

【Sky Heard Ship has landed on the lunar surface, ready to rescue personnel. 】

The Autobots' insider channel was closed again, just in case something unexpected popped up on this mini-satellite that they didn't really want to see.

Optimus reported briefly to the base and motioned for the others to follow.

【It only takes me half an hour to go around this place.】Leadfoot continued to murmur, 【Human's satellite is really short.】

【It is narrow.】

【That’s not right either, Sideswipe.】Dino said, leaning on his elbow and thinking for a few seconds,【It should be said 'what a dammit cutie.'】

Ironhide punched him.

The huge shadow of The Ark slowly rose from the horizon. They calmed down a little and saw that the jet engines on the left and right sides of the rear of the ship were smashed to pieces by shells. One of them even broke away from the hull and fell quietly to the side.

The cockpit panels and internal structures were completely shattered.

But Sentinel Prime wasn't there - they all knew it - he was in the escape pod. They just don't know whether he walked there by himself or Shockwave moved him there.

【Ratchet, preparing to rescue.】

【The Base, we are about to start. 】

【Copy that.】

Lennox was wearing headphones, and their actions were being broadcast live on the translucent projection screen of the work station.

This was the suggestion made by Ironhide. In addition, the two NEST commanders also wanted to see with their own eyes what the moon looked like.

They received a message from Blake and learned about Sam's situation five minutes before the they arrived. Although they were not sure whether they could make such a direct inference, they always felt that Mikaela's disappearance might be related to this incident.

A few autobots thought about it but decided not to say it in front of the young man. But Blake had seen their speculation in the Autobots' shared message group, and she thought it was not impossible.

Early this morning - around 07:30 - Sam pushed open the door. A Lamborghini and a Chevrolet were parked opposite and in front of him respectively, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"I must say, you have a really good aesthetic sense."

"Appreciate! ...My pal!"

Bumblebee opened the car door. He and Blake had discussed it and thought that a rose gold Lamborghini would be more likely to make the Decepticons drool than a Chevrolet.

"Let's get...the party...started!"

"Ha!" Sam laughing, "You still like this? Huh?"

"That's funny."

The Chevrolet started the engine, turned on the headlights, and spun the tires to drive forward. Blake stayed there for ten seconds before quietly following.

She didn't intend to show herself on the street, but to walk in the alleys. After all, she was a little... obvious.

But don't worry, she has already placed a tracker on Sam. To be honest, she even has a lot of trackers sent by Q.

Because “the Chief of Staff needs that”.

She guessed it meant "it's cooler this way."

【Blakey.】

A familiar, deep, magnetic metallic voice sounded from the private connection.

【What's wrong? 】

【…We have already picked up Sentinel, and are preparing to return. 】

【I don’t think we should wake him up so quickly.】Blake thought swiftly and said,【Some things need further discussion.】

【I know, what about you? 】

【Sam just got off the car, I was watching from the dark. Opten, perhaps Akta's Decepticon spy is Laserbeak, her body type is the most suitable, and Soundwave and she have a direct superior-subordinate relationship. 】

There is no starlight in the cosmic background, only darkness and a deep vortex. He wasn't quite sure why he used the word "vortex", but he felt very confused and disappointed.

Clear sky-blue kept his eyes downcast and remained silent. Optimus was deliberately avoiding his teammates.

He felt as if he was somewhat sorry for the group of old friends behind him who had followed him and fought together for four million years.

Maybe family.

Or maybe he is not a qualified leader. He didn’t even know...what the purpose of bringing back the former Prime who was once be his former teacher.

Whether he did it or not, the Decepticons already had The Pillars.

…Most of them.

He suddenly became suspected for a moment.

【…Opten,】Blake noticed that he hadn’t spoken for a long time, 【this is not something you can control. 】

【I just……】

【I know,】she interrupted him, 【you just need to understand that none of this is your fault. 】

【……Hard to believe.】Optimus was silent for a few seconds.

He actually realized that he had begun to get stuck in a rut, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

So he decided to change the subject, 【Blakey, the control pillar is still here.】

【Still…?】

【The Decepticons did not take it. In fact, we have five, including the main control pillar.】

【…This is a deal.】Blake pondered for a while and grasped a few key points, 【Opten, when he left Cybertron, these five pillars were all he had.】

【Are you saying that he betrayed the Autobots long ago and secretly transported the remaining pillars here?】He turned off the private connection and then turned on the insider channel.

【The moon has always been their pillars storage base. I think the coordinates that The Ark set when it left Cybertron should be there. He's very smart. He never handed over the main control pillar from beginning to end, so that he had the capital to negotiate with the Decepticons.】

【But...,】Sideswipe said hesitantly, 【he let the Decepticons shoot him down.】

【He did it on purpose.】

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【Why?】

【Why did Shockwave let us bring back Sentinel Prime?】

Ironhide paused for a moment while wiping the barrel, 【Blakey, this is a bold guess.】

【What? !】Leadfoot inexplicably followed his thoughts,【The former leader wants to kill you! ?】

The Autobot weapons specialist put down his hand, glanced at Optimus who was still silent, turned his head to look at his old friends, and finally walked away from the Sentinel's body.

"A team without weapons, no matter how powerful it is, is just a bunch of scraps waiting to be slaughtered."

Sideswipe stepped on the underfoot pulleys and moved back and forth anxiously. They turned off the insider channel - they were off the moon after all.

"What is this? Guilt? Escape? Why not Optimus? Or Jazz?"

He didn't mention Blake, everyone knew the Decepticons wouldn't kill Blake.

"Because the leader is Megatron's?" Dino guessed with his hands crossed. Then, he received a lot of weird looks, "What?"

Please correct the style that was led astray by Jazz. The Autobots thought.

Ratchet threw the medical tools back into the box, then sighed and asked, "So, you three, do you still want to save this one?"

Ironhide didn't answer, and Blake didn't answer either. In fact, although their medical officer asked "three", everyone knew that there was only one.

This is the only one who is most qualified.

Optimus was silent for a few seconds, and then his deep, magnetic metallic voice slowly sounded, "Yes. He needs to pay for the price. And I have to know where the problems are."

Price.

What kind of Price?

Betraying?

No.

They are all very clear about that.

It is a judgment.

A judgment of belief which they have carried inside from the beginning.

「Freedom is the right of all the sentient beings.」

The Sky Heard Ship was silent for a while, and suddenly there was a burst of violent car horns.

"Blakey?" Optimus glanced at his radio subconsciously, "Blakey, what happened?"

"Sorry, Opten, guys. Something happened here."

There seemed to be a loud bang of something hitting the ground on her end, "Someone was killed. I saw Laserbeak. The Decepticon ambushing Akta was Laserbeak."

Blake turned off the insider channel.

…

The entire office building was in chaos, with employees crowded in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows looking down, their faces showing panic and fear.

Then, they saw the man who had just fallen from the 20th floor being caught by a bright yellow Chevrolet - an iron chain was sprayed up into the air from the ground floor, passed around his waist, and just stopped the unlucky guy who was about to be fell to pieces on the third floor.

Another wave of disaster followed. The public photocopier of the Statistics Department abruptly started up, and several parts turned and reassembled. The transparent scanning crystal plate inside broke into two halves, and two metal wings stretched out from it.

It headed straight for their company's new document delivery guy.

"Humans are so stupid," the strange bird shouted a few times in a low hoarse voice, full of sarcasm and ridicule, "poor Jerry will never know that he is actually a mouse. Just like you will never know when I changed from his desktop computer to your copy machine. No slave, haha!"

"It's him!" An employee shouted in horror, "It's him! The 'alien boy'! He is the 'wanted criminal'!"

Sam didn't even have time to curse "Shit", started running for his life in the building with a few pieces of paper tightly in his right hand.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!"

Laserbeak's bullets hit the floor and walls, sparks flew from several 3C products that had long been scrapped, and the corridor was full of peeling paint and flying dust.

"Come here!"

"Scrap!" Young man couldn't help but utter the most authentic Cybertron curse, "Blakey Blakey Blakey Blakey, I can't take it anymore!!!"

Blake had stopped next to Bumblebee. Jerry Wang saw the Autobot logo on their bodies, and so excited that he almost cried, then quickly got into the Camaro.

"Sam," she clicked on the route map of the tracker, her eyes fixed, "it's too late, turn left and there is a floor-to-ceiling window, I need you to jump out."

"Are you lost your mind!!!"

"You have already known my name. This is the fastest way, Sam, believe me, I saw you."

A beam of blue laser light rushed up from the ground, he had no time to hesitate, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and broke the glass -

- Bumblebee used the same trick to pull him down.

"I was on the 20th floor!! The 20th floor!!! - Shit you're not dead yet!!"

Blake released the car model, summoned the fusion cannon with her right hand and pointed it straight up at the shattered window. Laserbeak's crimson optics were almost within range, but the next moment it suddenly disappeared in a thick fog.

"...We were discovered, fairly smart." She put away her gun and turned back into Lamborghini without much pleasure, and quickly retreated with Bumblebee, "Blake reported back to the base, the hostage has been rescued, and we are going back."

====

Charlotte looked gloomy as if she had eaten something terrible. In fact, since she became director of the CIA, she had never expected that she would one day have to deal with such a situation.

Inside the Autobots, someone actually rebelled?

The person who rebelled was actually their previous leader?

Ha!

Now they have to implement a protection plan for the Autobot weapons specialist after resurrecting this "Einstein"!

...This is really ridiculous, she thought, know that? This is really ridiculous.

She finally sighed in front of everyone, and looked at the two people who got out of Bumblebee's car with an even more unexpected expression.

Hostage, and Sam.

"You'd better know that this is a special case, Mr. Witwicky, otherwise we can't let two plebeians into the most secret fortress in the United States."

"Plebeians?" The young man laughed in disbelief, "I know who you are, CIA director, but if you also know, you will find that we are not plebeians."

He retorted with the "spirit of risking his life" and then found that he suddenly had more courage, "What is it? Huh? Blakey told me. Sentinel Prime? Former leader? The perverted guy next to me even took out a stack of full... full... things from his crotch and slapped it on my face! On MY face!! What happened to the dark of the moon??? Please tell me, my girlfriend is still in here, and I can't find her!"

"I didn't mean i... Ouch - !"

Jerry was poked to the ground by Bumblebee.

"...You want to do this?" Charlotte laughed angrily, "We are protecting you, boys, don't be so impulsi..."

"They are my friends." Sam interrupted her, "I can't do that."

He meant... just accepting protection and completely forgetting the fact that Optimus once saved his life.

The director gave an expression that said “whatever you want”.

"Optimus, please."

"...Before the original Primes fell," Optimus gave the young man a very comforting look, "they had already used The Matrix of Leadership to appoint the next leader, the one you see."

He looked at the "teacher" who was quietly lying on the repair bed, suppressed the complexity, confusion, disappointment and anger, and continued.

"Sentinel Prime led the pacifist Cybertronians and rebuilt the entire planet single-handedly. He established the Cybertron Supreme Council, which, in your terms, is a constitutional monarchy dominated by one faction."

"At that time, I was just a librarian at Iacon. Iacon is the highest power center of Cybertron, and its library is also the place with the richest Cybertron data. As for Megatron... he is a miner."

Charlotte raised her hand to interrupt him, "Excuse me, you are all royal family members, why?"

"The bloodline inheritance of Cybertron is not like the royal family of Earth. Our inheritance is in the energy of the spark. If the frequency of data and energy pulses is similar to that of the original primes, then this person will be declared a 'descendant of the supreme'."

"You too?" She turned to look at Blake.

"Kind of."

"And then?"

"As you know, a great man among humans once said that 'absolute power corrupts absolutely.'" Optimus continued, "Our planet inevitably saw things that shouldn't have happened, corruption, bribery, exploitation, heavy taxation, and discrimination. Later, a member of the parliament came to the mining area and told the workers that they were about to adopt full automation to mine energy mines. These miners faced the crisis of unemployment and survival, finally, the government forced the people to rebel and riots broke out. During this riot, a worker killed the member of parliament and fled to the lawless area - Kaon, and then rose as the first gladiator in the local arena. He was the revolutionary origin of this Civil War -"

Sam showed a look of understanding.

"- He is Megatron. Although I was deep in Iacon, the idea of ​​Megatron did gather more and more people. I heard him, and at first, I agreed with him."

He continued under the disbelief expressions of other CIA agents, "I was his second-in-command. I gave up my identity as an administrator and started the revolution with him. In the middle period, Sentinel finally came forward in person, hoping that we could discuss with the Council. Unexpectedly, this meeting made him discover that I and Megatron actually have the inheritance of the original Primes. He reached an agreement with the Revolutionary Army. He was responsible for cultivating the two commanders of the Revolutionary Army and gradually replacing the methods of Cybertron's rule. From here, I and Megatron began to enter the power center of the Iacon. I was responsible for the internal affairs and was appointed as a member of The Knights by Sentinel, and Megatron became the leader of the Cybertron Defense Forces.”

“But the accident happened quickly. At that time, The Fallen was still imprisoned in a planetary prison a hundred light years away from Cybertron, and Megatron had always wanted to meet him. Perhaps his thoughts and life experience caught the attention of The Fallen, and they talked. The Fallen bewitched Megatron and convinced him that peace was useless, that only strength and fists had the qualifications and opportunities to speak, and that only domination could change Cybertron and cleanse the greed and ignorance of the Supreme Council. From that time on, I think he had been turned.”

"Wait a minute," Charlotte interrupted again, "you didn't stop him from meeting The Fallen?"

"I didn't know he went to meet The Fallen." Optimus was silent for a moment, "Megatron met with him in secret, and we didn't find out."

"...Okay."

"Later, I found that the power of the Defense Forces was growing larger, and it was becoming more difficult to measure. Megatron seemed to have controlled the entire Cybertron army by himself, and he was separated from me and Sentinel. At that time, he and I were like one person. He answered my questions, but I couldn't accept it. Finally, Sentinel decided to announce a new successor. He chose me and gave me a new name. However, he did not resign at that time. Instead, he verbally ordered me to take over some of the duties before planning to take me to the sealed place of The Matrix to accept the real 'gift'. Sentinel hoped that Cybertron would not be without a leader for a day. But, Megatron thought that I had informed on him. His anger quickly swept the entire parliament. The Defense Forces were all his subordinates, they issued a challenge before Sentinel and I set out. Because the civil war was provoked too suddenly and quickly, we had no time to go to the sealed place of The Matrix. Sentinel and I had to temporarily put this trip on hold and officially broke with Megatron. That day was also the day when the Autobots and Decepticons declared their establishment."

Sam opened his mouth and said, "No wonder... No wonder you asked me that question back then. How do I know the purpose of The Matrix of Leadership? It turns out that you have never been coronated by it!"

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"Yes, Sam." His expression was a little unfathomable, "I didn't know that The Matrix was on Earth, but Sentinel knew it. He was also very aware of the contradictions and conflicts between The Original Thirteen Primes."

"You mean he didn't originally intend to attack the earth, but later changed his mind? Why? In addition, since your... first-generation leaders has already enthroned the successor, he should have what you call the 'gift mechanism', why do they still need to seal The Matrix of Leadership? It sounds unnecessary, doesn't it?" Charlotte's tone was a little aggressive, but it actually made sense.

The Autobot leader stared at the ground for a long while before looking up at Blake, who was leaning against the wall without saying a word, and said, "I admit that I don't have the answer to the first question. As for the second question, you already knew it, is it? Blakey?"

All of a sudden, dozens of eyes in the base were focused on her.

Blake sighed slightly and said, "I guess... my ancestor's brothers just want some peaceful time. No fighting or fear. After all, The Fallen can't blast open the tomb, and he doesn't know where it is. And... they probably don't want to live anymore."

Yes, they don’t want to live anymore. There were too many long days of wars, killings, and fratricide. The Fallen could bear it, but his brothers couldn't.

And her ancestors "betrayed" them and "escaped" from this universe.

In fact, she never said that four years ago, after the end of the Battle of Egypt, it took her three days to discover that there was an extra file in her folder that shouldn't have existed.

It was sent by The Fallen.

She clicked it and there was only one sentence in there, which translated into English was...

「No matter how strong the prison is, it will still collapse if a few of the pillars are pulled out. Do you think I lost? No, I won, daughter of cowards.」

That is a very heavy and weighty statement. From that moment on, Blake could no longer assert that The Fallen or the Decepticons were a group of "villains" or something.

They all just... have their own ideology.

The Decepticons hope to revive their home planet at all costs and at any means necessary (and then practice colonialism); the Autobots - including her - also hope to see Cybertron return to glory and prosperity, but once they realize that these... achievements are all built on another planet that has to drain the blood of 7 billion people, squeeze out its last drop of resources and vitality, and completely turn it into a second Cybertron, the moral guilt will outweigh their wishes.

Even though she was a native Earther, Blake actually wanted to see what her "hometown" in another identity looked like.

It’s just that, it is what it is.

The cost was too high, and she felt that neither the Autobots nor herself could afford it.

And in fact it is true.

Otherwise they would not choose to protect humanity from the Decepticons'... invasion. To put it more bluntly, if there hadn't been so many terrible bureaucrats from the Autobot lineage, Cybertron wouldn't have died.

They had already been "judged" once by their beloved homeland.

Maybe..., Blake suddenly thought, and couldn't help shrinking her optics -

- Perhaps it was because Sentinel realized this, so he chose to cooperate with the Decepticons.

Because he couldn’t stand the Autobots destroying his home.

She could almost imagine what he said to Megatron in the midst of the war, nothing more than "let it end", "Cybertron will die", and "enough".

Opten's nature and innate traits prevent him from ending the war, but Megatron can.

Megatron had no worries. As long as he can end the war, he doesn't care about anything else, including The Fallen's ambition, revenge, and desire... No - she clenched her fists subconsciously - the Decepticon leader's anger stems from his fear that Cybertron will once again become a corrupt and stinking place. He just wanted to go back to a good home...

BUT, she shook her head, sighed, and thought silently. As long as Megatron's decision was "sacrifice" rather than... relative "peace", then she had no choice but to say sorry to him.

"We're not abandoning our homeworld in favor of the Earthlings," Ratchet added, "the Autobots just realized what we did wrong."

Everyone was silent.

Blake then has awareness that she had said it accidentally, "...Sorry, too many words. I have only a short career, what I said may be offensive."

"No." Optimus raised his hand, pressed her left shoulder, and said, "We have to proceed in two ways - Mikaela and the Sector 7, and Sentinel and The Pillars, at the same time."

After a long period of silence, the temperature gradually warmed up, the base began to become active again. Sam and Charlotte reached a rare agreement - once it involves national security, the actions of young man must be considered and restricted - the two highest human commanders of NEST gave orders, snipers were already lying in ambush in hidden blind spots in the four-story space.

The Autobot leader opened the spark cabin, a gentle and peaceful warmth emanated from it. The fluorescent blue core of The Matrix of Leadership emitted a faint light and slowly floated into his hand.

In contrast, the sacred object of Cybertron is so tiny, yet it tinyness contains enormous and unknown amazing energy and power.

"Uh, sorry!" Lennox suddenly interrupted, and embarrassedly moved his gaze from a certain point to Optimus.

"What's wrong?"

"One last question," he looked at Jerry Wang suspiciously, "how the hell are you involved with the Decepticons?"

Jerry adjusted his glasses. To be honest, he had been dealing with Laserbeak for so long that his mind was already a little off, "What? Did I blame you? What's that expression? I just often run into ghosts when I go home in the middle of the night. What's your problem?"

"...Okay."

Blake said "Haha" twice inhumanely to her commander, and at Optimus' nod, she and Sideswipe stood next to Ironhide, one on each side. Although this precaution was met with strong protests from the irritable weapons specialist, unfortunately, every time he was about to protest, Panthera would raise his hind legs towards him.

As expected, he uttered a low "Damn" and said, "I'm not that fragile."

"You can enjoy the feeling of being protected for a while, Daddy Hide."

Blake poked his arm, ignoring his gnashing teeth, and emphasized again, "Daddy, hide."

Sideswipe laughed so hard that he almost slipped.

"Well, we'll welcome back our long-lost friend." The Autobot leader said as he raised The Matrix of Leadership and thrust it forcefully into the spark cabin of the body under his hand.

*

"Optimus!"
“Boss!”

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa don’t shoot!”
“Stay where you are!”

Optimus immediately clamped down on the former leader's fusion cannon that was about to fire, "Sentinel, cosed halech."(Calm down.)

The former leader seemed surprised by this familiar, low and gentle voice, and was stunned for more than ten seconds before he reacted.

Then he put away the gun barrel.

"Optimus?"

"Ai si, ...llowwish.”(It's me, ...teacher.) Optimus seemed to hesitate for a moment, but it was quickly be suppressed that liked he didn't do it, "Hilear thi ansicuq."(You are safe.)

Sentinel Prime looked a little dazed. He let his student pick up The Matrix of Leadership that fell on the ground and stand up. Then his expression changed slightly.

“Knbowt tachaiy?…Tachaiy?!”(What about the war?…The war?!)

"Halech Netutann hilear." Optimus saw his suddenly shrinking optics, and said, "Shapa Wadity ais, ansicuq kafe, Paxl conpheg human si."(We are now on Earth, it is safe here, and humans are allies of the Autobots.)

"Human?"

"English Thrulin Wadity. Du ais heaque psysiy."(English is the universal language of the earth. We learned it from the Internet.)

"…My ship was attacked when it was leaving Cybertron. …The Pillars… Where is The Pillars!"

"You rescued five, including the main control pillar."

The only sounds left in the base were the questioning and answering between Optimus and Sentinel. For some reason, Lennox and Epps felt a sense of oppression - perhaps it was a military intuition - a heavy, suffocating oppression.

"Five? We used to have them all! Hundreds!"

Optimus did not respond.

"Those are the keys to victory, Opti..." He abruptly stopped talking, as if he was startled by something and completely lost his ability to speak and move. -

- "...Feta..."

Blake remained calm, "Sentinel Prime."

“Are you their descendant?”

"I am a direct descendant, that's true."

Charlotte interrupted them directly and said, "We must lock up The Pillars. Excuse me, sir, humans have heard of their functions. Any large-scale potential destructive weapons must be declared before entering our planet."

"Those are my creations. Only I know how to control them." Sentinel turned back and stared at the female carbon-based, "If the Decepticons get The Pillars, it will be your doom."

It already is, the director thought expressionlessly, "We need to put The Pillars into the storage area."

"You had better wished." He didn't say anything more. Optimus and Lennox took him to scan the car model - they really wanted to find a time to have a talk with him, and scanning the car model was necessary.

Sentinel hid himself very well, almost too well. There was no sign of anything unusual when he passed by Ironhide, and that the triangular blades Sideswipe tightly held, which was ready to be unsheathed at any time, was silently choked.

The three figures were no longer seen.

Charlotte said, "The Pillars must be destroyed."

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"No!" Sideswipe shouted, "The Pillars is not only used for war, it can also be used to transmit repair supplies! If Cybertron finds a way to rebuild, it can..."

"Rebuild? What? Bleeding?"

“No!”

"I am a human. I don't know, but do you think there is still hope for your home planet to 'rebuild'?"

This sentence is a bit harsh.

Sam couldn't help but said, "Hey, is that how you talk?"

"Do I need to be polite to a group of idiots who destroyed their own home?"

"You…"

"I disagree." Jazz said, his azure eyes unusually cold, "This is Cybertron's asset for generations. Director, with all due respect, you never want to give up nuclear weapons."

"We have nuclear weapons for self-protection, but you..."

"And your enemies will continue to possess larger quantities of nuclear warheads in order to protect themselves." The Autobot adjutant interrupted her for the second time, "The Autobots' pillars is only used to supply survival materials and rebuild our home planet."

"What survival supplies? Weapons?" Charlotte retorted sarcastically.

"I won't deny it when necessary. But you once dropped two atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in Japan for 'self-protection', destroying two cities. You are 'little boy', and we Autobots are not."

"...Do you want to debate with me?"

"This is not a debate, Derictor." Jazz held out his hand and took Sam and Jerry, "It's better to take care of your own things, isn't it?"

The two humans sitting on the adjutant’s hand were gobsmacked.

"Ajutant is right, Director." Blake glanced at Jazz who was walking towards her, and said as she turned around, "In the name of the Autobot Chief of Staff, the liberal fighters on Cybertron will definitely not be your little boys."

"What if something goes wrong?" Charlotte asked.

"Well," she narrowed her violet optics without looking back, "as the leader of the Autobots, I - Blake Cybertron, on behalf of Optimus Prime, pledge to the United Nations General Assembly on Earth -"

"- The Chief of Staff of the Autobots, Lost, is solely responsible."

"Wait a minute!" Sideswipe said in consternation, "Blakey, you don't have to..."

"Sideswipe." she said, cutting off the attempted obstruction, "This is an order."

He was voiceless for a long time, then finally slowly spoke, "...Yes, sir."

………………

Sam and Jerry stared at each other like they have been doing this awful action for decades.

Well, actually it wasn’t very long, but the silence and the solemnity faintly flowing in the air made the second hand seem to move slower. They don’t know what will happen to Sentinel Prime in the next few days, but they can probably guess - he will stay in the base, doing nothing, and "discuss countermeasures" with Optimus every day.

But now Sam still really wants to resolve one thing. Perhaps this beginning can narrow the distance between him and Mikaela.

His recommendation letter.

"My recommendation letter." The young man finally speak, "Mr. Wang, you have to tell me what happened. I won't ask you how you were so unlucky to encounter the Decepticons, but you have to tell me why you work at Akta?"

"Why do I work at Akta? It's all because of you! If I didn't know you would work there, why would I work there!"

“…What do you mean? Who did it?” Sam asked with a frown.

"That bird! Fucking bitch!" Jerry was so angry, "That fucking bird told me you will be into that fucking company, ok? That's why I was hired by them!"

Jazz interrupted him, "Is your boss also a Decepticon?"

"He! Is not! My! Fucking boss!! I also have a letter of recommendation!! ...The person who wrote this letter of recommendation is not my boss either!!! I don't even know him don't you understand fuck you!!!"

Autobots: “…”
Sam: “…”

Can you calm down, bro? This expression was engraved on their faces, and those eyes were more or less filled with an indescribable meaning.

"Well, this seems a bit difficult." Dino spread his hands and said helplessly, "Someone come and analyze it."

"Blakey?"

"Ugh huh, what do you think?"

Blakey actually said "Ugh huh"?! Once again, they felt a strange mind-boggling feeling, and stared at her for seconds without saying a word.

"Damn! A bunch of scrap." Ironhide punched Jazz on the head, "It's so annoying, humans are much difficult than any species."

“Ouch! Why did you hit me?!”

"'Cause you're short."

Where has my dignity as an Autobot adjutant gone...? Jazz thought jokingly-miserable, and then reasoned subconsciously, "Well, let's sort out the timeline first. In the beginning, Laserbeak found Jerry, and then threw you into Akta, right? She told you that Sam was about to join that company, so she asked you to monitor him, right? When you were interviewed, you also had a recommendation letter written by someone unknown, right?"

"I prefer to call that bitch 'The Bitch'. And your question, yes, yes, and no."

“You know who wrote it?”

"I do know." Jerry said seriously, his expression looking inexplicably ferocious, "I saw the man's name. His name is -"

"- Dylan Gould."

Dylan Gould?

Sam was blank for a moment, "...Wait, I seem to have heard this name somewhere...? ...Wait wait, so he also wrote my recommendation letter?"

"I'm afraid the answer is 'yes', Sam." Blake narrowed her violet optics and said, "Perhaps he has been working with the Decepticons for a long time. That sounds like a move he very familiar with. I guess putting you in Akta was to monitor you closely - the human who is most familiar with the Autobots and has the highest level of mutual trust - remember the erased surveillance footage? That means the letter of recommendation may have been delivered by Dylan Gould or Laserbeak themselves, in the evening or in the middle of the night."

“Then…then my personal information…”

"It's Soundwave," Ratchet said, "I can smell him."

"The only thing they miscalculated was that Jerry would betray them. I have to say, that was courageous."

Jerry snorted and curled himself up in Jazz’s hand. To be honest, he has been living in fear every minute and every second for the past few years, and he is kind of ready to risk it his all.

...But who knew that he would have to "risk it all" with another man before he did that. He is also very desperate about the toilet matter, okay?! Or else how can he exchange information if he doesn’t do that? It is also painful for him to walk with the blueprint of the Dark Side of the Moon stuffed in his underwear!

“Stop staring at me, you little punk!” Sam barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes and continued to recall, “…Dylan Gould… Dylan Gould… …Hey!”

He suddenly remembered, "I... I saw it on TV commercials! He...he's a... uh, car dealer, an agent for... Mercedes-Benz! You know Benz, right? Oh, he has a big company, seems to be a family business...? I'm not sure..."

This is it. Blake was certain that no matter when he and the Decepticons started working together, the transformation technology in her body, The Pillars, Sentinel Prime, and the entire conspiracy on the back of the moon - a plan jointly planned by Shockwave and Soundwave - Dylan Gould was undoubtedly the most important screw.

He is the Decepticon's secret spy among humans, he is a traitor.

...Is also slave, that cannot be denied.

"I think we now know how to investigate." She rubbed her left thumb and index finger unconsciously, and said, "We have to bring this person's ancestors out of the tomb. I have a hunch that this matter may be related to Apollo."

“…Why?”

"Jerry has information about the moon landing plan and The Pillars. How did he know that? Did Laserbeak tell him? That's impossible. The Decepticons will not waste time explaining these things to a slave."

Blake said bluntly, "Voss? That's even more impossible. His timeline is independent. Then the only one left is Dylan Gould, right?"

They all stared at Jerry Wang.

Jerry glared back, not willing to be outdone, "So? What a fantastic conclusion, Sherlock Holmes. At least I survived them, can't I also develop some eavesdropping skills in there? Is it that hard?"

Damn! Really wanna blow him to pieces with one shot! Sideswipe finally raised the barrel with Ironhide's unprecedented encouragement.

*

「One man, betrayed by his country. And one man, who lost his job taken by country, too.」

「A hero who with The Autobots and saved the world. Casting out The Decepticons is his most important destiny.」

「Leader of Sector 7, Simons.」

These sentences are classic excerpts from "Code-Name Hero", which has probably sold... one hundred million and five thousands four hundreds and thirty-two copies by now.

It's a truly astonishing sales figure, especially for those who knew him - especially for those who had gone through fire and water together with him, and had to try hard to control the urge to pop their eyes (or optics) out.

Almost a month has passed since Mikaela disappeared, and there is still no progress in the search in Sector 7. It seems that every time they reach a certain stage, the intelligence will become wrong or encounter a bottleneck, and they will be forced to change another route.

But he can't help but praise Simmons for being able to take into account the "best-selling book interview" and other things even at this time, and for not losing his temper when being scolded by the host. But sometimes Sam will still accidentally think and doubt whether he is truly looking for the person that has to be found seriously. Of course, he knows that Simmons has never quitted to help him.

The last director of Sector 7 talks to him twice a week, and the recent information seems to be gradually related to "cars". Whether it was "sports car", "luxury car", "car factory", "big company" or "wow, I can never afford that sexy and hot-blooded thing in my fucking life"... He always feel that it is Dylan Gould.

Optimus was right. Mikaela left him because of this incident - because of the conspiracy of the Dark Face of the Moon.

He must tell Simmons, this will be a very important and crucial piece of intelligence.

But... once he thought about what might happen in such a dangerous place, he became anxious. ...Well, Sam was always anxious, even though he knew his awesome girlfriend was a capable character who could protect herself and fight back at the same time.

Maybe even better than him.

Brain and the fat Pug were brought into the base by him these days. This was the suggestion made by Jazz in case that hairless little pervert bird rushed over to his house for an intimate raid.

Jerry was horrified.

In addition, Charlotte seems to really let him do what he wants. Sam guessed that perhaps because of Blake, he was not really sure whether the guarantee of the "Chief of Staff of the Autobots" was powerful enough, but he understood what the two sentences "also as an Autobot leader" and "on behalf of the Autobot leader Optimus Prime" meant.

Although he did not witness it with his own eyes, he later saw the playback of Jazz’s video and the scene where The Matrix of Leadership floated out of his friend’s spark cabin.

Tsk, his life seems particularly exciting. He has many friends, one of whom is the leader of the Autobots, and another one is still the leader of the Autobots.

And now he has to sit through Simmons’ appalling interview and read a bunch of unfriendly comments towards the Autobots. Sam couldn't help but lower his head and unconsciously played with the bandage wrapped around his hand - he accidentally broke a glass bowl yesterday - this world is really, really not very kind to these amiability and funny Cybertronians.

See? He thought of Marvel and the Avengers. From the descriptions in those comics, it seems that many people want to politically manipulate the Autobots.

But they will be fine. Sam has always believed this. After all, justice will come, right? What's more, they also have Blakey who knows a lot about politics for some reason, even though she should be more like a science officer.

...Is it?

The young man’s scale was swaying, shifting back and forth between “everything will be okay” and “things will be very toast”, until a loud noise came from the TV which brought him back to his senses.

「Buy my book!」

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...Oh, it's Simmons who's going crazy.

They have to make a phone call.

Three Autobots and two humans were all standing next to the all-in-one work station in the base. The tarmac was empty, perhaps everyone else was in a meeting. Sam continued to think absentmindedly while waiting for Blake to call.

Although Jazz is indeed reliable, "the Autobots have two leaders" sounds like it will raise everyone's possibility of safety to a higher level.

Jazz is cool, but he is indeed more suitable to be a support. He heard that Jazz himself once said, "I prefer to be a supporter."

"Simmons?" Blake changed back to human form. She contacted the former head of Sector 7 under encryption, "We need to talk."

"...Don't talk like I did something terrible that deserved to be struck by lightning and buried with my whole family, you bad guy who shot me with a rifle!!!"

Autobots: “…”
Humans: “…”

Simmons is still very irritable!

"What do you mean the whole family will be buried with you, brother..." Jazz stroked his forehead helplessly and said, "We have intelligence, a new route, which may be helpful for Mikaela - the missing girl."

The voice on the other end of the phone paused, "...Good, what's the news? It'd better be super big, so big that I can't eat or sleep."

"Listen, Simmons." Sam leaned close to the loudspeaker and said quickly, "The moon, how about the moon? Astronauts, America, that Apollo! Please, we should meet somewhere safe. -"

“- There is a traitor in our race.”

"……Where?"

Upon hearing this, the young man looked around and said with certainty, "Your home."

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The desk has never been so fully equipped.
Oh, the so-called...equipped does not mean three big screens for e-sports games, several consoles, headsets and microphones, and a super comfortable computer chair, nope.

The complete set here means, Jerry took a deep breath and began to mutter quietly, "Frequency detector, radio, tablet computer, laptop, microphone, headset, intelligence database management system, Decepticons management file, two Autobots."

By the way, Jazz went back to protect Ironhide.

Even though he had been punched in the head not long ago.

"Kid, can you please shut up? You can easily give me a heart attack. Can you please be considerate of a old man? ...Bullshit! I'm not an old man!"

"Can't you be considerate of me? I've been hunted by that bird for three whole years!"

"Oh poor guy, that guy over there - see? The one that got me out of a job, he's been hunted since high school."

Sam smiled awkwardly.

"Astronauts seem to have a plague." Simmons continued, "Disappearances, deaths, car accidents, murders, ineffective first aid, it's like they can fly a spacecraft but can't drive a car."

The door suddenly opened, and a voice said, "The information you want, Witwicky."

"Thanks, Bruce."

The thin chain on the door was still vibrating. Blake turned her head and looked, then almost guessed his identity.

"Your boss?" she asked Sam.

"Hey, Miss." Akta's boss said expressionlessly, but immediately became excited when he met her eyes, "Are you… You are the one, didn't you? The one reported in the news as 'The Chosen one'?"

“…Well.”

"...Sam, we can talk about your salary increase." He then looked at the young man's somewhat reluctant face and said, "I'll just take a look once. I know there are two of them. I can double your salary."

Blake: “…”
Bumblebee: “…”

"Why are you asking me?" Sam tried to close the door, but unfortunately his damn boss had his right foot stuck in the gap of the door.

"Sam, let him in." Blake said with a smile, feeling that being a "non-human" was something worth celebrating, "I won't burst the ceiling of Mr. Grumpy Simmons."

"Who is Mr. Grumpy Simmons! You bad girl!" An angry roar came from somewhere.

Bruce walked into the room carefully and saw a female human standing next to the "Legendary Bumblebee". Her eyes were indeed a beautiful, cool violet, but not too cold, and her expression was gentle, calm, and comfortable. There is also her waist-length black hair that seems to gleam with metallic luster.

She smiled at him and said a word that Bruce didn't understand. Then she patted Bumblebee's leg armor, walked to a larger area on the side, and half-knelt down.

"That's Cybertronian language." Sam had learned a little bit of the basics in the past few years, "'Feta', means 'peace'."

There was a sound of metallic friction as mechanical parts intertwined and reassembled, and ten seconds later, the area where Blake was originally located was replaced by a rose-gold body that was estimated to be about 7 meters tall. In the center of her forehead was adorned with a "sword of victory," as Bruce put it, and a shorter, pointy audio receptor. Extending from the back of her head was a half-helmet, ending in protective armor on both shoulders that covered one-third of her back (he heard the explanation that this was to prevent the enemies from attacking from behind and piercing her spark capbin).

Bruce was still gentlemanly enough to avoid the Autobot logo carved on her chest. But the next second, he couldn't help but admire the almost complete weapons and equipment on Blake and Bumblebee.

“Wow!”

"Congratulations, you have fulfilled your life dream." Sam said coldly, but with some pride in his heart.

See?
His friends.

Bruce shook hands with each of them, and finally touched the weapons as he wished. He then walked out of the room satisfied.

"Gosh..."

"He's cute." Blake changed back to human form and said "sincerely," "Friend, from today on you will have double your salary."

Bumblebee clapped his hands and started playing the background music of the movie "Iron Man".

Sam twitched his lips.

"The Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter, launched by NASA in 2009. The data indicates that Jerry Wang - yes, you - you broke the code that prevented it from mapping the far side of the moon." Simmons threw the paper away, "I have a question. Why did the government relaunch the probe? Shouldn't those idiots have done it when Apollo orbited the moon?"

"You already said they were idiots." Bumblebee turned his big blue optics, "This is a stupid question."

Simmons: "... = =# 凸"

"I only know that there are some people who are forced to do things for them." Jerry Wang rubbed his hands uneasily, his mental state seemed to be better, "I only know one, and you have also heard of him - Voss Holder."

Yep, actually know. Not only have they all heard of this name, some of them have even seen him.

"Are both Voss and you unlucky guys?" Simmons asked.

“What unlucky guys! ...Yes! We are unlucky guy damn it!”

Well, it seems he still goes "crazy" occasionally.

"So once you lose your usefulness, you will be silenced?" Sam pointed his finger and inferred, "Voss is in Chernobyl, and Jerry is in the company where he works."

"It's pretty close." Blake folded her hands, "This is very consistent with the style of Shockwave and Soundwave. What do you think, Bee?"

“Can’t be more agreed.”

"Now it's time to check Dylan Gould's connections and family background. He or his family members or relatives are definitely have at least one or two connections with Apollo's crew."

“But those crews are all dead. Almost.”

"Hey guys," Jerry suddenly said, and Brain relieved the laptop-form from his hand, "if we can't contact the American astronauts who are protected by the government, then what about the Soviet astronauts?"

"You mean they're going to investigate the space arms race data of hostile forces?" Simmons muttered to himself.

"And some of them are still alive, we can meet them." Sam continued.

It seems that they have to go to a place that is not very friendly to Americans, they looked at each other and thought the same thing.

====

The Soviet Union canceled its moon landing plan in 1972, almost at the same time as the United States.

It's really strange - if ignore the other political and financial factors and so on - after all, they haven't landed on the moon yet.

Why did the Soviet Union do this? Did they see the United States as a protective barrier? Or was it a red bell rope that warns of danger?

No matter which category it was, it raised doubts.

After all, Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev and Leonid Ilyich Briznev are probably not naive. It is impossible for them to simply stop their actions because they see the enemy country stop. Unless they discover the secrets on the moon and use all US actions as "reference indicators" for self-protection.

Sam and his crew continued their analysis in the Camaro - Blake needed to concentrate on being a bodyguard - and then discovered that the astronauts of the Apollo program... no, it should be said that the crews of some specific ships were almost all dead.

Such as Apollo 8 and 10 which former was the first to orbit the moon and later completed the lunar orbit, as well as the Apollo 11 pilot who landed on the moon for the first time, and Apollo 12, 14-16 who later followed this spacecraft to the moon.

It can be said that, except for Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin, two confidential personnel who were heavily protected by the government, all the astronauts on board died one after another for various inexplicable reasons within five years after the end of the moon landing program.

They speculate that this is because Soundwave understands that astronauts are trained at NASA. If they had all been killed before 1972, humans would have certainly become suspicious.

Although there were only 20 people who were silenced, it was still a necessary move for Soundwave, taking five Earth years. After all, if the operation is of getting rid of all the crews at once that done by Laeserbeak might still cause unnecessary trouble.

They all know that, well... the degree of conspiracy theories, paranoia, and holes in the brain of human beings is appalling in both quality and quantity.

The kind that even aliens have to admire.

Blake remembered what Ironhide had said long ago - "Damn! Humans are weird."

A bright yellow Camaro and a rose gold Lamborghini drove into a dark and damp alley one after another.

Amid the stench of rotting rat corpses and all kinds of indescribable disgusting smells in the gutter, Sam and Simmons got out of the car with grim expressions.

As for Jerry, he refused to get off.

Until Bumblebee "reversed seat" and pushed him out like a puddle of mud.

"Eww, extremely ewwww, do you understand where this is? This is simply the legendary Hinnom Valley."

"Hinnom Valley is not a legend, kid." Simmons pinched his nose and waved his other hand in the air, "It's in Israel, okay? It's a place dedicated to dumping garbage."

“Also where Judas hanged himself.”

“Yap. For thirty dollars.”

The three of them shut up and silently observed the surrounding environment. In fact, they all felt the situation now is very much like Judas', who betrayed the Son of God Jesus for thirty pieces of silver - the price of a slave in the Roman Empire at the time - and similarly, there were human beings who betrayed their most loyal and kind friends for unknown reasons.

This place is like the valley "specially used for dumping garbage". Just knock on the door and they will get a pile of dirt and chaos.

The only difference is that Judas ended up hanging on a tree branch at the edge of the valley, but it is unknown whether their traitor would also die here.

However, they are very clear that this stop will be an important turning point. Although it is not the end, it has enough authority to turn something around.

Sam thought to himself, he hopes that the Autobots would blessed by luck.

Simmons thought, although he is old, he is not stupid... okok, stop saying that he is long-winded and irritable just look at the guy standing there who once took a rifle and shot bullet at his head!!

...That's not the point!

"It's a pity that no one could persuade Pilate to do what he wanted to do, well, you know. Interests." He was referring to the part where Pilate repeatedly wanted to acquit Jesus.

He hoped Charlotte didn't be trapped.

The second before he was about to knock on the door, Simmons thought of what Blake had told him a few minutes ago -

- "I have already sent her some files privately to persuade her once, but maybe you can be more convincing than me. The CIA only wants data and substantive intelligence. They don't much like people like us who have to use words and psychological warfare to do somethings can be called 'cheating'."

It’s very insightful.

The small window pane on the iron door was suddenly opened, revealing a pair of cautious and vigilant eyes.

"до свидания." (Do svidaniya.)

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"That means goodbye." The pane closed.

He shrugged at the two people behind him, knocked again, took out a bill from his pocket and handed it over.

The door opened.

Sam and others walked in.

It must be said that the space behind the door is larger than they had imagined. The red and yellow warm tones of the lights and the small table lamps mixed together, the transparent color reflected on the wine glass, and the mellow aroma of Royal Salute whiskey really make people subconsciously relax their vigilance.

Simmons had a earphone on his right ear, and the other end was connected to Blake and Bumblebee's private connection.

They knew that although the atmosphere here seemed harmonious, the women wearing fur capes and heavy makeup and the men in suits present could not be regarded as people who were there simply to "have a drink."

If they think so, they will definitely pay a heavy price.

In other words, this bar is just an empty shell. In fact, people who come in here have only two purposes -

- "The gathering place of mercenaries..." Didn't know what Jerry was sighing about.

「Did you find it?」

“Ya, of course. On that sofa I saw.”

「...By the way, before you start, I have a question.」Blake suddenly said puzzledly.

"What's the problem?"

「Where's your bodyguard? He was the one who called the helicopter over and made me take a bullet for nothing. ...Dutch?」

"...Well, hello, gentlemen, can you speak English? ...Good, I know who you are, astronauts from the former Soviet Union..."

……

Blake squinted her violet optics. Inexplicably, a strange intuition rushed to her brain. ...Strictly speaking, it should be the CPU now.

【Sweetheart, why did you ask that question?】

Bumblebee asked, temporarily blocking Simmons and the other two. He hasn't forgotten it yet, and he feels a little bad about this memory, not only because Sam's trust in them had been shaken, but also because he watched the person who saved him being taken away in a mess, and he was powerless to do anything.

【Dutch is Simmons' personal bodyguard, there is no way he would let his boss go out alone.】

【Maybe he quit his job?】

【No, I saw him in the interview hours ago.】

【…Maybe there is something more important?】

【That’s what I thought too, Bee.】She thought about it again and felt it made sense, and said, 【They may have found Mikaela, but if that’s the case, why didn’t Simmons tell us? Even if he is trying to protect Sam, he could still tell me, isn't it?】

【You mean... they know where Mikaela is this whole time but keep it in silence?】Bumblebee was slightly surprised, then said with sudden enlightenment,【No wonder Mikaela disappeared so cleanly.】

【You are right, Bee.】

……

"Whoa whoa! ...Is that it? Put your guns down, gentlemen." Simmons raised his hands, "I don't want this bar to be razed to the ground, okay? Have you watched the news? The yellow and purple are very powerful, you don't want to do this. I just need to know what I need to know, and I'll leave."

The two astronauts exchanged glances, then put their guns under the table.

“Ask.”

"I want to know, was there anything unusual in your 'American list'? Did anyone know a person named 'Gould'? Don't tell me you don't know that, there is no need to hide the grudges between the former Soviet Union and the United States. Now, talk."

Wow, Simmons has such a strong aura. Sam couldn't help but make an expression that was hard to describe.

“…What good are we getting?”

“…Ha.” He pronounced it in words, “Haha. As long as you tell the truth, I promise that half of the moon will not fall down and smash you into pulp.”

"James Arthur Lovell Jr., Thomas Patten Stafford, John Watts Young and Eugene Andrew Cernan. These four men were different from the rest of the crews. They carried out two missions."

"Hmm, why?"

"We don't know, but they have one thing in common. -"

"- They were in close contact with a man named Rolle Gould. They were good friends."

Simmons raised an eyebrow and motioned for him to continue.

"All we know is that Rolle Gould was a crazy collector of cars. When his four astronaut friends died, he went nuts and built a huge garage at home just to store his collections."

……

【Rolle Gould, his son is...】 Bumblebee said as he looked at the information that popped up on the panel.

……

"Yes, Rolle has a son named Dylan - Dylan Gould."

"Thank you for your cooperation, gentlemen."

*

"So Rolle is the culprit. He was the first one to turn to the Decepticons." Simmons repeated quickly while sitting in the passenger seat of the Camaro, "His garage was full of Decepticons, but Decepticons are all airplanes, right? What were those cars? Temporary scans to change their forms?"

The two sports cars were still parking in the alley with their engines not started. Blake uploaded their findings to the Autobots' message group, and received a reply soon after.

She was greatly surprised by the reply.

"...What?!" Sam shouted in disbelief, "Wheelie?!"

The reply can be summarized as follows.

Those four American astronauts and Rolle Gould were indeed good friends, and Rolle was indeed a crazy person who collected fine cars. He accidentally got a vintage car in 1963, which was none other than an Seeker that had exhausted his power. This matter was discovered by Wheelie - he was the one who was responsible for monitoring the Gould family back then - so, naturally, through reporting to higher levels, Soundwave also knew about Rolle.

However, Soundwave did not reveal his existence to The Fallen - Oh yeah, Megatron was already under the Hoover Dam waiting to be dug out. The intelligence officer strictly followed a confidential order issued by the leader to him and Shockwave shortly after the war began.

「Don't tell that person anything that has not been reported to me and has been approved by me. For the Decepticons, for Cybertron.」

He suppressed the news and sent out Laserbeak to pull it out when Rolle wanted to continue studying the unusual engine of the "vintage car". As a result, Rolle actually discovered Laserbeak.

He had been driven insane by the mysterious deaths of his four friends, and believed that they must have discovered something on the moon. Rolle ignored the threat of Laserbeak, refused to hand over the Seeker's engine, and was madly eager to pursue the secrets of alien life. In the end, he actually turned directly to the Decepticons.

He had no idea how dangerous the Decepticons were, and signed a contract with Soundwave - a man with a strong sense of "recycling" - in which he arbitrarily exchanged his own life and that of his wife. At that time, his wife was even pregnant.

At this point, Rolle completely surrendered to the Decepticons without telling his wife and other family members.

"…This is ridiculous!" Sam yelled into the radio as Simmons looked at him with a "are they kidding me" expression, "He has actually met Rolle! And he don't even know his name?! God! We spent so much time looking for an answer that was right in front of us!!"

Bumblebee actually felt that his audio receptor was a little deafened by the yelling.

"Pal...calm down...little bit..."

"Also it's ridiculous that you're still using the radio when you can obviously talk with your voice box!!!"

Bumblebee: “…”

"Sam, Wheelie is just what they call 'minicons', which is normal." The youngest Autobot warrior almost didn't know whether he was comforting or mocking his friends, "Well, sometimes you have to make it."

"I have one question," Jerry leaned over the front seat, his eyes wide open, "why didn't the Decepticons get their boss out from under the reservoir?"

"The walls of Sector 7 are as thick as four football fields, okay? Four!" Simmons changed his expression again, this time to "Are you fucking kidding me?", said, "And he didn't even turn on himself! If the Decepticons can detect the Allspark and their hot-tempered boss, and I would say that Hoover guy is truly in humiliation! ...Don't mention about hacking and eavesdropping, you little bastard! Our secrets are all handwritten! ...What? ...I told you that the walls of Sector 7 are as thick as four football fields. Are you deaf? There was no signal there, damn it!!"

"What about this guy under my butt!"

Jerry and Simmons were almost immersed in their "two-person world" - Sam couldn't help shaking at the terrifying words that popped up in his head.

Jerry continued to ask with a grim look on his face, "How long has he been here?"

"How long have you been here!" Simmons shouted.

“Hey, don’t treat him like that!” The young man protested.

"...I didn't notice them. They were hiding too deep." Bumblebee said, with a guilty tone, "I was too focused on finding the Allspark."

……All right. Simmons choked and had to accept this explanation.

"...Shit." Blake said suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

"Bee, check out the group. We're in trouble, guys." She revved the engine and stepped on the accelerator to rush out of the alley. -

-  "The Pillars was stolen."

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………………

"Optimus?"

"Jazz? What's the matter?"

"When do you plan to... talk to him?" The Autobot adjutant considered his words and asked again, "But I think, is it necessary to talk?"

Optimus was silent for a while, but finally chose to nod.

"I want him to admit it himself."

"...You know, this is not your responsibility." Jazz continued, casting his eyes towards The Pillars that was being packed, "I guess Blakey must have told you, right?"

“…Yes. She said the same thing as you.”

"In fact, I can find more brothers who will say the same thing." He patted the boss's shoulder and pointed at the few people in front who were doing something unknown, "Oh, well, it seems that they are a bit busy right now then."

Leader of the Autobots: “…”

The scene was indeed very confusing.

Ironhide wants to supervise The Pillars, and Panthera is unhappy. Panthera ran all over Ironhide, and Ironhide was in a panic. Sideswipe is watching the fun, ordering Panthera to run and use Ironhide as a telephone pole. Ironhide looks like he's going crazy, he calls for backup of Ratchet. Panthera listened to Sideswipe's words and now used three legs to "climb over the mountains and across the rivers" on Ironhide. Ratchet calmly joins the battle with wrenches in hand, while Ironhide is still in a panic. Dino yells "I have a video clip!" and Sideswipe nearly fall down laughing.

Also leader of the Autobots: “……”

"See, I told you they are busy." Jazz said cheerfully, "But what did Blakey talk about with Charlotte - the director? It's amazing that she's on the same page with us now."

Optimus shook his head and said, "Jazz, what does the Decepticon want to do? If she can put aside her prejudice, she will soon realize this."

The side note is actually very simple. Just think about it, who will have a chance to survive after the end of the earth? There is an Eastern proverb: "When the nest is overturned, no eggs are left intact." If the United States does not support the Autobots, the human army alone will not be able to win this war.

“That’s true.”

The adjutant crossed his arms over his chest and walked into the "battlefield". He originally wanted to lift Panthera down, but unfortunately he was hit in the bull's eye by a wrench.

"...Hey! If you use a little more force, my spark will be extinguished!"

The medical officer raised the next wrench.

"Alright, alright!" Jazz surrendered, "We still need to send people to receive The Pillars. No, wait! ...Ironhide, man, you can't enter the human warehouse, literally."

Ironhide clicked his tongue. To be honest, he has been feeling a little anxious these days, perhaps because he knows that after Sentinel Prime and The Pillars, he will be the next one to be targeted, so he has been thinking more about these two terms recently.

Even though Charlotte had agreed that The Pillars should be placed in the Autobots' special weapons vault - excluding Sentinel, of course - and guarded by him, Sideswipe and Jazz, he is still worried.

A kind of uneasiness that makes him feel uneasy unless he keeps an eye on them 24 hours a day.

Blakey, behind the back of Prime and Charlotte - no, it should be said... the United Nations - reached a very extraordinary agreement. The reason why Panthy always prevented him from going to see The Pillars was definitely not because of the failure of the damn "mother-child connection". It must be that Panthy had already realized the possible direction of the incident and therefore did not allow him to go.

There is no way Panthy will give up Blakey. Ironhide thought firmly, but became even more anxious. The loyal black panther has only one reason for insisting this -

- If he loses Blakey, he can't afford to lose his partner Ironhide. Even though he...is not a Cybertro“nian”, but just an "animal".

He should have told his millions-year-old friend - Optimus, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that this was not what Blakey wanted, otherwise she would have told him in person. But…

The Autobot weapons specialist found this a little hard to accept.

...Damn scrap why Blakey became the second Prime that damn little idiot!

He didn’t want to take care of two young adults that were not cubs but were no different from cubs!

A loud bang suddenly exploded behind his audio receptor.

There was some green and brown liquid flowing down something in the corner of his vision.

Ironhide felt Jazz's hand holding his, and Ratchet, Sideswipe, Prime, Dino, and many others, all at this moment -

- Stunned.

A familiar red-painted, scanning-shaped Rosenbauer FLF Panther 6x6 Dortmund retracted the three gun barrels extending from both sides of the front of the vehicle and the roof, and relieved the vehicle mode in deathly silence.

They could never imagine it.

Why? Why is now?

Especially those Autobots who were present at the scene where Blake and Charlotte exchanged the agreement, their felt spark went cold.

"My brothers." Sentinel said lightly, and slowly stood up in front of the human storage gate that was destroyed by the corrosive-cautery cannon behind him.

The warehouses were filled with tanks and some reserve weapons and ammunition, and at this moment several small-scale explosions were occurring intermittently. Sparks flew across the base, and the soldiers responsible for moving The Pillars out of storage had been killed by him.

The traitor continued, "It's a beautiful base, but I had to knock down part of it. I hope everything in your tarmac is all fine."

“…Sentinel…” Optimus muttered to himself.

"For Cybertron, sometimes, some cooperation is necessary." Sentinel turned his back, and his azure optics suddenly dimmed by several percentages, "For example, a pact."

He abruptly raised the corrosive-cautery cannon that had just blown up the warehouses in his right arm and turned back to aim at Ironhide's spark cabin. -

-  “I’m sorry.”

“Stop!!”

“Everyone disperse!”

"Ironhide, Jazz! Get out! GET OUT!!"

And there was another loud explosion noise.

………
………

The Autobot weapons specialist remained motionless, smoke still emitting from the muzzle of the fusion cannon.

The parts of the corrosive-cautery cannon were scattered on the ground. Ironhide spoke solemnly, "Once. I respected you, traitor."

Sentinel squinted his optics, and in front of him was a group of Autobots who turned their guns and aimed at him, "Optimus, you coward."

Optimus, you're such a coward.

The Autobot leader did not answer and pulled the trigger helplessly. However, his former teacher was faster and turned back into a fire truck a second before his bullet was fired, and then quickly rushed out of the base gate.

"Autobots, prepare for battle." he said, clicked on the private connection from his panel and connecting it to Blake's frequency.

………………

【Blakey, where are you?】

Blake's audio receptor was filled with the noise of Simmons and others. At this moment, she was suddenly startled when she heard a familiar low voice from the communicator.

Opten's tone was very tired.

【Bee and I took Simmons, Sam and Jerry to investigate Dylan Gould. We are now outside the location and just finished the case. What's wrong? Opten?】

【…Our…base’s storage was destroyed. Just as you said, Blakey, he really wants to kill Ironhide.】

【…He took action?】The Autobot Chief of Staff paused and asked,【Is anyone injured? Opten, are you okay?】

【I'm just disappointed, Blakey, he killed six Nest soldiers who were carrying The Pillars.】

The Pillars was stolen. Blake realized this immediately.

“…Shit.”

"What's wrong?" Bumblebee asked.

"Bee, check out the group. We're in trouble, guys." She revved the engine and stepped on the accelerator to rush out of the alley.

-  "The Pillars was stolen."

“…Fuck!”

====

Two sports cars were speeding on the street. Wherever they went, no other sound could be heard except the deafening roar of horns. They had already run eleven red lights and narrowly avoided a car accident on their fourth.

【Opten, we still need some time. The fastest it can take is no less than an hour and a half.】

【Be safe. The CIA director is on her way, Lenny and Epps have already started cleaning up the situation.】

There was some noise coming from his end, probably a car engine.

【How are you?】Blake asked.

【I already know it. Next...it seems I don’t need to know anything else...】

She was keenly aware of Optimus' strange silence, 【What did he say?】

【'Optimus, you coward.'】This is the voice of Sentinel Prime.

Blake was silent for a few seconds and said softly, 【Opten, we all will choose the way you have done. Believe in yourself, you are right. If no one can be a good monarch, then freedom is the best choice.】

【I'm weak.】

【But a good man, with a good heart.】

Optimus seemed to chuckle softly, 【The line of Captain America.】

【It’s very similar, didn't it? You both have red and blue, the only difference is there is no Stars and Stripes.】Blake curled her lips slightly, 【Well, next time I'll draw a globe on your body.】

【…No.】The Autobot leader was helpless for a moment, and the logical thinking error program that was jumping wildly a few minutes ago gradually stopped, 【Blakey, you saved the lives of many of our companions.】

She dodged a car driving in the opposite direction at 97 kilometers per hour and said, 【Really? As far as I know, Jazz owe me more. What do you think about letting him pay for my oil for a year?】

【…I think he would pretend he is crying.】Optimus finally covered his forehead, 【Blakey, the two hundred pillars have been obtained by the Decepticons. They are scattered all over the world and it is difficult for us to defeat them one by one.】

【It’ll take a lot of time, won’t it? But, Opten, you are right.】

【We have same views. They haven't launched the attack yet. When the time comes, NEST will only need to track the signal of Sentinel. We have already archived it a few days ago.】

【Only he knows how to operate the control pillar. It must be said that his trust in the Decepticons doesn't seem to be that solid either. Unfortunately, he thought he was in domination of the battle, but he didn't expect that he was the one being used from beginning to end. Opten, I have to admit -】

【- Soundwave and Shockwave are indeed very respectable and formidable opponents.】

Optimus conceded,【Decepticons are obviously making plans and that the location of Sentinel is now in the Grand Canyon, but it is probably only temporary.】

【Roger that.】Blake almost nodded subconsciously again, but took it back abruptly, 【Wait for me and Bee to go back. We must take the initiative first and have to figure out his final goal.】

【Right.】

The two Autobot leaders - who are also each other's soulmates - turned off communication. Blake acted as a bodyguard, speeding along behind Bumblebee.

They were just entering the front port of the highway, Jerry's voice suddenly called out.

“Wait! …Those three! I know them!”

"What? Which three? Where are they?" Simmons turned his head and looked out the rear windshield, "...Oh, Chevrolet Suburban, SUVs used exclusively by FBI agents..."

"Idiot Simmons!! Those are the Decepticon Dreads!"

Simmons quickly came back and sat down, with Sam, they fastened their seat belts in great tacit understanding.

"Faster, faster! Bee, go!"

“Who is the idiot! You rude bad kid!!”

“That’s not the point!!!”

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The three Suburban vehicles locked onto two targets and chased after them. The road conditions on the highway were not good, and it was the peak lunchtime period. There are a lot of civilian cars and it's a bit crowded, but they don't care about that.

The commander has given orders.

Just one is enough.

Crankcase and Hatchet knocked over several cars in succession, almost hitting the rear of the two Autobots' car. Blake squinted her optics, and finally had to flip open the roof of the car, took out the megathermal cannon, and blew off the highway sign with two rounds of ammunition.

This seemed to work a little, but the next second they used the slope of the signboard to fly a long distance.

"Shit!" Sam screamed and was thrown out along with Simmons and Jerry in the seamless hail of bullets from the leader of the Dread - Crowbar.

The large articulated vehicle in front had been blown to its core by the remaining two Decepticon members. Countless steel cylinders were flying towards them fiercely with the acceleration of gravity, so close that they looked as huge as missiles.

Blake gave up the Andean Condor form without a second thought. After relieving the Lamborghini, she quickly slid forward for dozens of meters. When the shadow behind her grew bigger, she turned around and swung the chain ouch.

The Decepticon she arrested was Hatchet.

"Bee, take the other two back to the base!" The noise was too loud, so she had to raise her voice, "The message group has sent out a support signal!"

Camaro did not linger in the fight, but sped away through the mess of cars. Crowbar and Crankcase decisively abandoned their teammate.

"Sorry." She pulled hard and used the force to flip over Hatchet's back, raising her left hand and pressing the ready checking connon against his vest.

Still driving at a fast speed - 130 kilometers per hour - Blake tightened the chain with one hand and pulled the trigger without hesitation with the other.

The sparks exploding on Hatchet’s chest immediately obscured her vision. She retracted the gun barrel, pressed the lifeless body under her hand, flipped forward in the air, and unfastened the chain ouch at the same time. When she landed, she changed back into a Lamborghini and sped away without looking back.

However, the highway is inevitably a mess.

……

【Blake: @Blake @Bumblebee】

【Bumblebee: @Bumblebee @Bumblebee】

【Optimus: Already turned on the locator. Ironhide and Sideswipe will come over to support you, arrival in 8 minutes.】

【Jazz: What happened? Blakey, is it finished?】

【Blake: It’s a Dread force of the Decepticons. Have you watched the Animal Channel? I killed one, and two more are chasing after Bee. I'm on my way.】

【Sideswipe: Panthy will be very angry.】

【Ratchet: ?】

【Sideswipes: (Black Panther.jpg) (Werewolf.jpg)】

【Ratchet: ……】

【Blake: ...Very imaginable, Wippy. But do you remember the topic of 'self-esteem'?】

"No, no, fat pandas are cuter, aren't they?" Jazz's voice came from the radio, and then she heard Optimus' helpless sigh.

"Blakey, we need an emergency meeting."

"Roger that. I see Ironhide and Sideswipe." She slammed on the brake, drifted around the corner, and caught up with the Corvette and the black GMC.

Pedestrians and ordinary civilian vehicles had already ended of evacuation. In fact, this must be attributed to The Wreckers. Racing cars are faster and more efficient than commom sport cars. These civilians are temporarily housed in a shelter specially opened by Charlotte and guarded by The Wreckers.

When it comes to evacuation, it was Jazz who suggested it.

The Autobot adjutant keenly believed that the most dangerous moment would be halfway through transporting The Pillars. Fortunately, the CIA finally began to cooperate with them. He has to say that Blakey's argument was very logical, and maybe it was thanks to another guy, Jazz thought secretly -

- Mr. Grumpy Simmons.

Two Suburbans were driving on the lane at an astonishing speed. Blake took a shortcut. The Autobot Chief of Staff, who was supposed to appear from behind the Decepticons, now appeared in front of Bumblebee with the support troops.

The Camaro honked his horn and quickly switched positions without stopping. Sideswipe flipped open the roof of the car, called out the energy fusion cannon and began to bombard forward.

【Wippy, 】she turned on the insider channel, 【have you always wanted to be the bait? You seemed enjoying this kind of 'fun'.】

【Don’t make that statement like I am a masochist!】

GMC cut past the right wing and coordinated with Blake who besiege the left side, completely encircling the Crankcase and Crowbar. Sideswipe narrowed his optics, stepped on the accelerator, and slammed into the bumpers of the two Dreads head-on.

The three cars untied their vehicle mode in mid-air and turned back into their original bodies. Sideswipe jumped over them, greeted Blake and Ironhide who braked suddenly.

【Damn I'm good.】

【That's too much, Wippy.】

【Boy, do you wanna play again?】Ironhide inexplicably leisurely called out the megathermal cannon and said,【They are not Sideways that coward scrap.】

"Well, we still have to go through the process and take care of the enemy." Blake stared at the three Decepticons in the encirclement and asked, "Are you members of the Decepticons, or do you intend to surrender?"

Crowbar made an incomprehensible roar.

"If we were a circle, it would become a 'Mexican standoff'." said Sideswipe. His style was getting weirder and weirder anyway...

"You little bastard, are you sleeping on the same recharge platform with that pervert Dino?" Ironhide roasted.

"So we lose weight by lying down?" Blake asked puzzledly.

“Not at all like humans, that’s right.”

"But doesn't anyone find it weird to be talking about this right now?"

"Is it so?" She activated the weapon, the orange flames began to gather, "Anyway, it looks like the negotiations have failed. Let's finish this."

A energy fusion cannon fired at Crowbar's chest armor. Crankcase arched his back, and two spiked-prods instantly appeared, thrown toward Blake and Ironhide, one on the left and one on the right.

"Shameless." Ironhide cursed softly, turned his shoulder to dodge the prod, and quickly raised his hand to intercept the enemy's sneak attack weapon and threw it in the opposite direction, just in time to cooperate the checking cannon that Blake fired after a somersault, piercing the spark of Crankcase.

A large mouthful of red energon that was sprayed into the air by his subordinate was immediately poured down on the top of Crowbar's head.

"Damn! Too much tacit understanding!" Sideswipe complained, jokingly angrily bombarding the last enemy, "Damn! If the Autobot's Chief of Staff is my junior sister in the courses, I would be so stressed!"

Blake: “…”

"Wippy, you are really broken." She raised her left hand with interest, her megathermal cannon ready to go, "Also, your boss is always online, the insider channel is not turned off, this is not a private connection. Is this fine to you? Images are all gone."

"What?! Optimus, then why are you silent? Aren't NEST and CIA meeting now?!"

The Autobot leader faced dozens of indescribable looks, didn't want to say a word.

"You little punk!" Ironhide finally lost his patience and accidentally blew off the Crowbar's head, "Everyone must be present at the emergency meeting!"

So did they just broadcast the whole thing live?! Sideswipe thought in horror.

*

A quarter of the base was destroyed, with 17 casualties. Their tarmac was relatively far away and no damage occurred, but the sacrifice of the elite soldiers of the NEST was a fact that was already before them.

Lennox rubbed his brows with a headache, and symbolically patted the transparent panel projected in the air. The data was being updated tickingly.

"This is the best it can be." Epps looked up, "Thanks, Jazz."

"No need to mention this, buddy." He said, clicking on a red circular icon, "The route of Sentinel Prime has been going east. Where does he want to go? New York?"

"We can't rule out this possibility." Charlotte's face looked a little better than before, but not that obvious, "Manhattan in New York is a densely populated area on the East Coast. If he is really like Lost said - seven billion slaves - then this is his final target."

"But it's just a 'possibility', isn't it? Once Sentinel succeeds, the coordinates of states can be random. Anyway, he can do whatever he wants at that time. ...Maybe he just wants to stay away from the Autobots?"

Dino crossed his arms and continued to speculate, "Maybe he has the support of the Decepticons? Sentinel is the only one who knows how to activate the control pillar. Soundwave and Shockwave probably don't wanna miss it."

"You mean surveillance?" The Director frowned, "Then they should start the attack at the time when The Pillars are transported, instead of letting your traitor leave here."

"He has a gathering point, a gathering point for the Decepticons." Lennox quickly grasped the key and analyzed, "What if he took away the control pillar and other pillars not to give them to the Decepticons? Maybe the Decepticons have already started to install the remaining pillars they have, and they may now be waiting for Sentinel to complete the final task."

"After all, he has nowhere to retreat." Ironhide wiped the barrel of the gun and said without raising his head.

Where will Sentinel Prime stop?

Where?
Where is it?

Simmons, Sam and Jerry's brains were working frantically. The conspiracy on the back of the moon, the instigator of all this fucking shit, where the hell is he going to stop?!

"The back of the moon?" Blake said suddenly.

"What?"

"The grumpy Mr. Simmons just mentioned the far side of the moon." She shrank her optics and rubbed her left thumb and index finger unconsciously, "Does anyone remember where Jerry got the secret information about the Apollo program?"

"You think it's Dylan Gould?" Optimus turned to look at her and said, "Blakey, his importance may be limited."

"But he's very useful, Opten." The Autobot Chief of Staff seemed to smile - a dangerous, confident smile - and said, "If I want to use him, I have to use him to the fullest extent. Anyway, they can't decide the exact state coordinates. So there is a very rich Earth slave here, why not use his building?"

He was stunned for a few seconds, "...It's Chicago."

They must immediately prioritize the evacuation of all residents within a 20-kilometer radius centered on the Dylan Gould headquarter.

It’s best to get there before the Decepticons invade.

"But where?" asked Charlotte.

"Diego Garcia - The old NEST base, and here and your shelter center."

“…I beg your pardon? Here?”

"My ancestors said, 'The most dangerous place is the safest place.' I believe that with no doubts, Director."

Charlotte's expression was a little hard to describe, but she nodded and turned to leave, "I need people from the former Sector 7, and The Wreckers."

NEST starts to move.

………………

"Listen carefully! They will 'prioritize', 'prioritize' sending away these civilians! The number of people is huge, and the battlefield may spread at any time. We must decide whether to expand the evacuation range depending on the situation. Each expansion will be based on 20 kilometers, allowing civilians to seek refuge in nearby states! At that time, the main personnel reporting the war will be our soldiers, the Autobots will not be able to pay attention to these!"

Lennox gave orders through the radio. There were a total of seven transport planes carrying the NEST troops, which took off five minutes apart and planned to land in Chicago first for military operations.

The CIA and the former Sector 7 collaborated for the first time. In response to the presence of alien combat forces and human cooperation base, the White House placed Air Force One's backup aircraft at the airport closest to the Autobot headquarters two years ago, and sent special agents to guard it in shifts 24 hours a day. Charlotte and Simmons led a large group of people (including The Wreckers) boarded the Boeing 747-200B and set off for Chicago 1.8 hours earlier than the NEST forces.

"Yes sir!"

Epps pressed the microphone radio on his collar and felt something strange for some reason.

His heart was beating very fast.

"What's wrong, Epps?" Lennox asked.

"There's something weird. I don't know."

“Bad feeling?”

"It's hard to explain," he shrugged, "it's just a strange feeling."

"Maybe it's just an illusion, or maybe you ate too much on breakfast."

Epps rolled his eyes sincerely, "How long will it take to get to Chicago?"

"Well, half an hour left."

“That’s fast.”

Seven transport planes gradually approached the airspace of their destination. There are no windows in the cabin, everything is closed, so no one except the pilot and co-pilot can see what is happening outside the cabin.

The commanders' aircraft was code-named N2 and was in the second position in the team. Lennox suddenly noticed that their fuselage tilted sharply to the left, and the degree of the turn seemed like they were preparing to return.

"What's going on? N1 cockpit report! What are you doing!"

"N..."

"Sir," their captain interrupted, "we can't get through."

"...What's that mean?"

"The airspace of Chicago has been occupied by Decepticon warships."

Lennox and Epps looked at each other subconsciously, their hair standing on end.

……

[Boeing 747-200B Air Force One backup aircraft, 108 minutes before the arrival of NEST troops]

"Director, you have to see this."

Charlotte and Simmons walked into the cockpit and were stunned.

"Air Force One has been ordered to return by the White House. We are about to return to Washington."

“…Do it.”

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“This is impossible!” Dino jumped up suddenly, staring at the scene with a look of - no, it should be said “extremely” - shock.

The Autobots are not allowed to set out earlier than the human armies. This has always been their rule. After all, as soon as they show up, the Decepticons will plunder the area like locusts in the next second, so they always wait until the human military has deployed what needs to be deployed and left all the retreat routes before leaving the base, unless they encounter a situation where the Decepticons have already caused damages.

But where did these Cybertronian warships come from...? Everyone thought in disbelief.

Obviously their estimate has already...

"...Scrap," Jazz's always bright blue optics dimmed by several percentage points, "he has already activated the pillars halfway."

“Activated?! Impossible! If the pillars are activated, how could we not detect it?!”

"He didn't activate all of them, so the peak perimeter can be reduced." Ratchet took over the conversation and quickly tapped the keyboard on the all-in-one work station with both hands, "If the number of the pillars activated is less than twenty, they can escape our detection. We actually missed it."

"Damn! That traitor has five of them! Those Decepticon scraps deserve to go down the furnance and die! There's no need for them to meet up with him in person!" Sideswipe stepped on the underfoot pulleys, moved back and forth anxiously on the ground, "These battleships must be Shockwave's men buried under the surface of the moon. As long as their orders instructed through the  insider channel, Shockwave can give the messages… We should've wiped out all these bastards when the first time we landed! Otherwise, now Bl..." He suddenly closed his mouth.

"What's wrong? Sideswipe?" the Autobot leader turned around and asked.

"Otherwise, the boys wouldn't have made such a wasted operation."

He actually broke out in a cold sweat under Blake's dangerous gaze, "We should set off. Lenny and the others will definitely need our support."

The other members who knew the answer nodded.

"Wippy is right, we have to set off." Blake clenched her fists slightly, "It was my mistake this time. I thought the armaments under the moon were only used to protect The Ark."

Optimus shook his head, "We have to get there before those warships receive the attack order. They may not take action on their own. Shockwave will wait for Sentinel Prime."

"Hmph, claiming sovereignty?" Leadfoot asked sarcastically.

They no longer had time to apply for a transport plane, the only thing they could decide is to act first and ask other soldiers in the base who had received pilot training to take them there. Blake has the third form of the Andean Condor, and is ready to set off first according to the plan and transport Jazz, Bumblebee, and Arcee Three to the battlefield, and also pick up Lennox and Epps, a group of command-level officers who are stranded in the next city, and some NEST soldiers who are within her carrying capacity.

They concluded that the transport plane and Air Force One had definitely failed to complete their mission.

After all, this short 25-second online video was only posted on Facebook 39 minutes ago.

"Blakey, stay hidden."

She was just about to say a word, but a very familiar voice happened to be heard at the door of the tarmac. It was also a voice that the Autobots hated to the spark.

"I heard you changed your name to 'Lost', huh?"

National Security Advisor - Grovey.

"I heard your conversation. I'm sorry, but I have to say that whatever you are about to do, all of them, are stupid."

"You damn scrap - !" The triangular blabe that Sideswipe almost threw out was blocked by Ironhide.

"What? The Autobots have the right to lose their temper now? This moment? Who do you think you are?"

Grovey pointed at them and cursed loudly, "Look at how much the Cybertronians have destroyed the human's home since they came to Earth! If it weren't for you attracting the Decepticons... The Autobots! You'd better see clearly! You are the culprit of all this! What did I say four years ago? Huh? 'What else is more worthy to hunt?' Isn't this the answer now? You!"

"What the hell are you talking about, you idiot!" Sideswipe broke free from his restraints and stepped on the underfoot pulleys angrily forward, "YOU are a FOOL! The Decepticons of Megatron were the first to pursue the Allspark here. We sacrificed the history and sacred object of our home planet in order to protect humanity! We didn't do any of the things you mentioned!!"

"You shouldn't have come! Humanity can't afford a war with aliens. If we only had a few Decepticons who knew nothing, we could still defeat them! Instead of bearing the damages and ruins you left behind like today!"

Sideswipe laughed unbelievably, "…What? Ha… damn you should die in their hands! FUCK! Did your brain burn out? Earth has been entangled with Cybertron long before humans were born. Without our help, you can't win! Do you think you know this planet well? They know better!"

"At least humans understand better than you!" Grovey looked at him with a determined look, "Say less, Autobot Lieutenant. The president has ordered, you will board the Sky Heard Ship in two hours -"

"- All of Autobots' personnel will be casted out of our planet!"

"...Casted out?" Ratchet asked, his tone unable to hide his disappointment, "The Autobots have protected humans for so long, and you are like such this ungrateful?"

"This is self-preservation, a smart choice. As long as you disappear from this pitiful planet, the enemy will naturally retreat."

Looking at Grovey's confident expression that seemed to be the truth for him, they finally realized that it was a waste of time to talk logic and reason with this idiot.

"You are crazy." Jazz stared at him.

"We have always been rational." The advisor still said.

The Autobot leader was silent for a long moment.

"...I, Optimus Prime, represent The Autobots, receiving government's decision, accepting your leadership's request."

"Opti - !" Sideswipe said urgently, but was interrupted in the insider channel.

【We’ll discuss this later.】

"Oh, did I forget to say that?" Grovey continued ostentatiously, "Every one of you must go, but Lost will stay. She is responsible for the whole situation. Chief of Staff, huh? Wait for the military court. Your crime will be the most notorious nightmare in the history of the earth."

Optimus, who had already turned around, immediately looked back.

Blake paused, and at the livid looks of the other Autobots, she followed the advisor and uttered a sarcastic shortly laughter.

What she was thinking at this moment was that Charlotte actually did not inform the government.

…………

After Grovey left, the tarmac fell into an eerie silence.

"What a bunch of scraps!" Sideswipe continued to curse, "What right does he have! How could he do that!"

"Boy, calm down."

"How can I stay calm? Don't tell me the Autobots are really leaving? And don't tell me we are really going to hand over Blakey to those stupid carbon-based creatures!"

Blake held the Autobot leader's arm and said, "Don't worry, Wippy, I can protect myself."

"But - !"

【We can't leave. 】Optimus turned on the insider channel's mute mode,【The Decepticons will not give up, all they want are the resources of the earth.】

【The problem on the human side may be difficult to solve. 】Ironhide tore off Panthera wrapped around his back,【Look, this little one has sensed it.】

【We must abide by the 'agreement', Opten, you take them to Sky Heard Ship.】Blake narrowed her violet optics and said, 【Since they want the Autobots to leave, let's leave and show them the reality they want.】

【Share the same view. 】He stared at her for a moment, 【But you...】

【I am one of the leader of the Autobots, and they have never seen dinosaurs with their own eyes, right? When necessary, I will send some small benefits, such as recreating Jurassic Park or something.】

【…Blakey, 】Jazz roasted expressionlessly, 【Simmons’ comment about you is really, too, insightful.】

Autobots: “…”

【Then we have to set off on time. 】Optimus corrected the topic,【According to their plan, everyone except Blakey will board the ship.】

【Wait a minute, we can't board the ship. 】Ratchet touched his chin unconsciously and analyzed, 【Even if parachuting from the ship is not difficult, it is difficult for us to ensure safety.】

【You mean humans want to make the Autobots once and for all?】

【This is not the way to use this sentence, Wippy. But you are right, 】Jazz folded his arms across his chest, leaning lazily against the wall, 【if it were that group of people, they would definitely prevent the possibility of the Autobots' bounce back.】

【It’s a nuclear missile. 】Blake's face darkened, and the inorganic violet color exuded a dangerous meaning, 【As a human, I am very sorry, there are too many idiots in the government. Do you have a place where you can hide temporarily?】

【Don't worry. 】Leadfoot walked over slowly, a bit like he was taking a stroll, 【The maintenance project of Sky Heard Ship has always been the work of The Wreckers.】

She nodded, then turned to look at Optimus, 【I roughly know where I will be sent. I need two assistants.】

【Wheelie and Brian will be with you.】

【Perfect. If they are in the form of laptop and remote-controlled car, my spark cabin can accommodate them. We should meet in Chicago, and if I wasn't there by then, it would be the traffic signal's fault.】

【...Traffic signal?】

【Of course, 】Blake answered rationally and confidently, 【traffic jams are very troublesome. I hope I won’t cause too many accidents.】

【……】

The Autobots sighed collectively.

*

……

"Lenny, man, you gotta come over here and hear this."

Epps walked into the room with a serious expression - their temporary, inconspicuous hiding place, an abandoned factory. He said, "I think I know why our calls for support went unanswered."

Lennox stood up. Outside, an old handheld radio - found in the factory - was chirping with radio reports.

The elite soldiers of NEST Troops looked pale.

"Sir, they are going to expel our friends. Blakey, that guy, has been detained, and the government has announced a military trial."

……

As dusk approached, the airport in Washington where Air Force One and Sky Heard Ship were parked was surrounded by special operations forces.

The government is no longer hiding facts that they do not want people to discover. Outside the airport, a procession begins, with some demanding that the Autobots stay and others demanding that they get out. The two sides each held their own views and their ideas were at the left and right ends of the scale, and conflicts gradually broke out.

The tragedy in Chicago attracted global attention, but no news media dared to send war reporters there. Although some reporters were willing, they were suppressed by their superiors at every level during the application process. These media have long been ordered by their own countries not to get involved in the battlefield. What's ridiculous is that there are still people who think this is a war "belonging to the United States" rather than a "planetary-level" war.

Some people sit on the sidelines and watch, some provide weapons support, and some can't wait for the United States to be destroyed.

No one is willing to face the real danger behind the scenes.

This is Gray Rhino.

In countless past global invasions, humans have seen that the Decepticons' attacks are sometimes not directed against the Autobots. They invaded Saudi Arabia, they captured the North Sea, they drilled into the center of the earth, they blasted mountains, they laid claim to sovereignty.

Who do humans think they are?

Human beings have never been the masters, humans have always been self-righteous, humans have always been arrogant and conceited, humans have always thought they are the kings. Humans have never had foresight, humans have always been foolish, humans have never thought of pulling out the beam from their own eyes.

Humans have always been killing each other.

Blake was forced to release her Cybertronian form. At this moment, she is just an ordinary person, but the government sent 600 Army special forces to escort her to a bulletproof prison temporarily built under the Hoover Dam.

One of the Autobot leaders - aka the Autobot Left-wing and the Autobot Chief of Staff - has four pairs of shackles on her body. One set for the wrist, one set for the arm, one set for the ankle, and one set for the leg.

Grovey served as a commander among the six hundred special forces soldiers. When he pulled Black's raven-gold hair hard, the expression on his face seemed to be the pleasure of revenge - Desert. Of course, these actions, which are tantamount to abusing prisoners of war, will not be done in front of the Autobots.

The maintenance work on Sky Heard Ship was completed, and they took turns boarding the ship.

They saw Simmons, Charlotte, Sam and Jerry standing aside. The Director looked helpless - she was persuaded by Blake and Simmons. And Jerry..., Jerry was still screaming hysterically.

He would rather die now than face the Laserbeak's face again. He was probably regretting why he got into the back seat of the Camaro instead of going back upstairs and jumping out the window a second time.

Sam walked over slowly, with tears in his eyes.

The young man never cried when facing the war with the Decepticons, but now he shed tears because of his friend's forced departure.

"…I guess that's it, huh? You don't have any other plans? There must be other plans, right? Optimus?"

"There's is no plan, Sam. The war will be on your own."

Optimus hesitated for a while, but finally squatted down, raised his hand and gently touched the young man's head, "Never lose confidence, Sam. Believe in yourself and your partners, life will find a way out."

"...You know I'm not concerned about humans winning or losing. Optimus, we are friends."

"You too. Bumblebee wants to talk to you, my friend." He turned around and exchanged a knowing look with the young warrior who was walking towards him, "Make it short."

Bumblebee nodded, walked closer to Sam, and high-fived him as usual, "Sam, you can never doubt that the Autobots will do their best to protect our home - our second home. You will always be my friend, Sam. If you can, no matter what, you must prioritize your own safety. Only by staying alive can you do more."

Sam said nothing, tears rolling down his cheeks. He watched his old friends board the ship, and finally walked aside, knelt down and weep bitterly.

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"Years from now, people will ask me," Simmons looked up at the Sky Heard Ship, the hull reflecting the sunlight, bursting with dazzling metallic brilliance, "'Where were you when the Decepticons occupied the earth?', and I can only tell them... 'I was helpless'. Nothing could be more ironic than this." His tone was a little strange, as if hiding something.

Charlotte didn't speak, closed her eyes and simply punched Jerry unconscious. His scream of fear made them at a loss, and felt more and more powerless.

"We're doing nothing?" The Director used a question for the first time, "This matter is a foregone conclusion, but I have to admit that Lost is right."

"They have always been right!" Sam raised his head and shouted, "Look at what you have done!!"

She frowned, "The CIA has nothing to do with the government and Congress. I took the Autobots' position just because they made sense. I tried to appeal, but they ignored it."

"Humanity has given up on itself." Simmons said.

"But we didn't," the young man took over the words of head of former Sector 7, wiped away his tears, and said, "Optimus is right, life will find a way out."

"What do you wanna do?"

"Just because we can't save Blakey doesn't mean we have lost our ability to fight back. I'm going to find Lenny and Epps."

"Are you crazy?" Charlotte was slightly surprised, "The NEST troops may have been wiped out, and going there now is undoubtedly a way to death. The troops of the Ministry of Defense will..."

"Hey! Tell me, do you still trust them?"

"They are professional soldiers."

"They are under government orders." Simmons also turned to look at her, "I would rather leave the earth together and die in outer space."

Charlotte was silent.

"And you, Simmons," Sam remembered another thing he always couldn't find the time to mention, "Where is Mikaela? ...Don't show that expression, Blakey and Bee told me, they are right, aren't they? Where did you hide her?"

"...Damn MIT! ...She's with Dutch, and that brat Leo."

His words triggered a bad feeling in Sam's heart, "I thought Sector 7 hid her to protect her from the secrets or Dylan Gould she might have seen...?"

"Boy, your girlfriend is really scary, don't you know?" Simmons showed "why don't you try it" expression on his face, "Do you know how many pens she broke when she was tracking Dylan Gould with us? How many 'Fuck' did she curse when she was tracking down Rolle Gould's wealth? Do you understand she break SO many utility knifes with her bare hands when she was collecting evidence of the Gould family's treason?"

The young man was a little overwhelmed by his light tone, "I don't care! ...What about now? Where is she?!"

Simmons calmly took out his mobile phone, pressed the speaker button, and Mikaela's voice came out.

"Sam, don't blame him. He protected my dad and our car maintenance factory for me."

"Oh God Mikaela!!"

"And me!"

"...Leo?!" Sam's eyes widened, said in disbelief, "Dude, where did you come from again! Didn't you say you would no longer participate in this affair!"

"Not what it used to be, man. I found my destiny! Ouch! ...Don't punch me! That may make me have a demantia!"

Charlotte seemed really unbelievable.

These idiots can very give people a heart attack.

"Sam, listen to me. We have collected all the evidence of the Gould family's collusion with the Decepticons - Dutch, don't make that face - all in the encrypted flash drive of Sector 7. It's safe. There are five copies in total. One for me, Leo, Dutch, and Simmons. You need to come and meet us. The last copy is for you."

Sam wiped his face in disbelief another last time, "Oh my God... my girlfriend and friend have become agents... Where are you?"

"North Chicago, Aurora City. By the way, Lenny and Epps are here too."

"Are they with you?" Charlotte asked.

"Who are you?"

"The Director of CIA." She took the phone, "I know that the NEST did not come back with the seven transport planes in the end, but why didn't we receive your support signals?"

"We sent it to the Autobots, the Autobots' shared message group." Lennox's voice sounded from afar, "Please tell me they have other plans!"

"...Optimus told me that they have no plan." Sam was silent for a few seconds, and said, "Blakey has been detained. You must know this. Now we are the only ones left."

The other side of the screen fell into a dead void for a long time. Lennox felt mixed emotions, "Anyway, the coordinates have been given to you. Leave as soon as possible."

They hung up the phone, got on Charlotte's exclusive vehicle and left here.

There is still 1 hour and 23 minutes before the departure of the Sky Heard Ship.

====

[Fort McNair, 18:03P.M]

It is said that the original name of the Sky Heard Ship was not the “Sky Heard Ship”, but... if it is directly translated into English according to Cybertronian, it will become a kind of herb.

In the end, it had to be translated back to English from the Chinese name of this herb, so it became "Sky Heard Ship".

……

Today is the most tense day for the entire department... Well, strictly speaking, this period of time is the most tense time for the entire department. It's just that today is more special.

The Autobots have become criminals on Earth, and their Chief of Staff has become a captive of the Earthlings.

The fort is a temporary stopover. In a few hours, the special forces will take her to the former Sector 7 - the prison under the Hoover Dam.

They heard that the Autobots' Chief of Staff is not as docile and easy to talk to as Optimus Prime. Her psychological evaluation report pointed out that she respects life and freedom, has extremely high moral standards, is strategically minded and has political and military talents (although her major is life science), but -

- She can kill without mercy and will not have any mercy on the enemy.

The so-called enemy does not refer to the Decepticons, but humans. Unlike the Autobot leader's principle of "not killing humans", Blake's "temperament" as a human makes her not have this characteristic.

She and the crazy guys in The Wreckers are the most difficult characters.

In the seven-layered special bulletproof glass cabin, she lowered her head slightly, her fingers unconsciously touching the shackles, her violet eyes - the only Cybertronian feature in her human body - hidden behind the black waterfall of raven-gold hair.

Blake seemed calm and obedient, but this made the group of people guarding her a little scared.

What she didn't understand was that the humans no longer regarded her as one of their own kind.

Although she really was... a hundred percent human, and a hundred percent Cybertronian.

Blake was a "traitor" to the Earthlings.

Maybe ancestors and descendants do have a "connection" or something. Her three ancestors were "traitors" and "runaway supremes" on Cybertron, and were not accepted by their compatriots, and she herself was the same.

Wheelie and Brain temporarily loaded the density compression program 2.0 jointly created by Q and Ratchet, allowing them to become even smaller than their original form.

This is a bit like... the Pym particles in Marvel.

Blake's sleeves suddenly bulged up, and she pretended to change her sitting position to block the visual abnormality of Wheelie and Brain jumping from behind - there are five monitors in the prison cabin -

The only two minicons in the Autobots hid themselves in the inner pocket of her clothes before the special forces came. They shrunk to an appearance that was even more inconspicuous than the Armalite black box, about the size of a finger, and turned off themselves early (and set the start-up time at the same time) so that those who conducted the inspection would not find anything suspicious.

As they expected, this group of morons were really ignorant and thought that Blake's special situation would make the metal detector useless, so they got on the prison van smoothly.

As soon as Blake moved, the four fully armed soldiers outside immediately turned their guns to her left chest and nose tip.

"Don't move!"

"It's just poor blood circulation. Does the US government have a habit of abusing prisoners of war?"

"Final warning!"

She sneered, and the external microphone transmitted these "interjections" well, "A cage made for the Cybertronians, do you really think ordinary bullets can penetrate it?"

"Shut up! Do you think we will do something that has no chance of winning?"

"Well, if it's not bluffing. Let me guess," she diverted their attention while quietly moving her body to cover the path of Wheelie and Brain, and guessed casually, "Armor-piercing bullets?"

"Shut up!!"

Blake looked at the leader's face as if some sensitive area was stimulated, and smiled slightly, "It seems that the government has done a lot of things behind our backs. It turns out that there have always been 'spies' in the NEST troops."

"Shut! Up!"

"Okay, fine." She shrugged, noticing the hem of her dress being gently pulled five times, and then two little helpers got into her clothes and began to climb up, "But I still want to ask, when the part of The Ark exploded, what were you thinking?"

"Don't try to trick us, Lost! You betrayer! Traitor!"

"So you're panicking. Unfortunately, you're wrong about one thing. I have never wanted to trick you into talking. I just had to do something."

She cooperated with her tone to tilted her head, and was satisfied to see the four people outside with fear on their faces.

"You - !"

"Say hello to my friends, and -"

"- Your Lost nightmare."

The bulletproof glass cabin suddenly exploded, and the rose-gold body half-knelt in place. Bullets from nowhere pierced through the soldiers' noses like thumbtacks into their brain stems.

All solved.

"Poor shackles." Blake glanced at the four pieces of scrap metal on the ground, and then turned back into a human body. She squatted down and began to take off the corpse's military uniform, "Wheelie, Brain, you learn so fast."

"The nose leads to the brain stem!"
"Quick and efficient."

They sat on the chairs and said one by one, "B! Do you know? We originally wanted to destroy the surveillance cameras, but then we found that it would be easy to detect!"

"So we had to hack into the system to freeze the screen and paralyze their alarms. Humans are so stupid. They didn't notice us running around in the Internet."

"Oh! The NEST and Sam are not stupid!"

"Yeap, and Mikaela and Simmons, and silly Leo."

Blake listened to them talking to each other, raised her hand to tie her hair into a bun, picked up the military cap and put it on, and pressed it down at a 45-degree angle, and took a small sip of air into her mouth.

"B, are you thirsty?" asked Wheelie.

"..." She was speechless for a moment, and said, "No, it just changes the shape of the face a little."

"Oh." He and Brain jumped onto her arm one after the other and got back into the original pocket, "Brain, how long do we have?"

"It depends on how stupid they are, Wheelie. B, are we leaving?"

"Of course. I have to say, you guys are awesome."

She turned the gun neatly on her right index finger, then put it back into the holster, stepped over the four unfortunate bodies who were still warm underground, opened the door without hesitation and strode off.

…………

The setting sun gradually sank below the horizon, and the burning red spread at the junction of the sky and the ground, like a phoenix reborn.

They had been driving for nearly an hour and a half.

Due to the chaos that brought by Sentinel Prime, no one had time to eat lunch, and today's dinner was their first meal. The four people also needed to take turns driving. This trip could not stop except for supplies. They had to race against time to save something before everything was too late.

As for what could be saved, to be honest... it seemed that there was no specific answers.

Charlotte changed a car halfway, from the exclusive vehicle of the CIA Director to the most common Toyota on the road. The black painted appearance always reminded Sam of Ironhide - the Autobot weapons specialist who was even more irritable than Simmons.

"Well! It's time to fight quickly, isn't it? Boy, and the kid who escaped from a bird's beak, hurry up and get your sandwiches, we have to continue to conquer the world."

"What the hell you're talking about, Simmons?" Sam showed an unbelievable expression and said, "You're on the wrong side!"

The former head of Sector 7 patted him on the shoulder. A TV hung from the ceiling of the next hallway, broadcasting live news from around the world.

「We all know that the aliens who suddenly appeared in human sight in 2007 - also known as Cybertronians - will leave in a minute. Where do you think they will end up?」

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「Who knows where these people will end up? I just hope they get out of here. Before they came, our lives were peaceful and stable, but look at what Chicago has become now? There is no difference between the Autobots and the Decepticons. They are all weapons! Just a group of machines that only know how to kill!」

「Let's see what the second interviewer would say.」

「...Sorry, I won't comment. I hope this world can still be saved. I believe that humans will win.」

「It's a big mistake to drive them out! Don't government officials understand? Isn't the Egyptian pyramid obvious enough? Humans are just an episode in their history. How ridiculous is it for us to want to be the masters?」

Charlotte and Jerry approached from behind them and looked up together.

Although there were still some people in the crowd who supported the Autobots to stay, they were indeed a minority compared to the opposition.

The camera outside the airport was shaking, and it felt like the photographer was being pushed by the crowd. The voice of the reporter was intermittent, but there was no media worker holding a microphone in the picture.

"It's a whole mess." The Director said expressionlessly.

「Okay, we have limited time. It's 6:00 p.m. now. If nothing goes wrong, the Autobots' Sky Heard Ship is about to take off. ...Okay, they're in the air, there's a lot of white smoke in the airport.」

"Just can't believe......" Sam muttered, "They are...Oh my GOSH!!!!"

「...Oh dear...」
「Jesus Christ, oh my God...」

The two anchors looked shocked when even facing the camera. They covered their mouths with hands.

The supermarket was filled with terrible silence, and Sam's terrified screams still echoed throughout the space, like a pendulum going back and forth, hitting their temples heavily.

The Sky Heard Ship burned into a ball of fire, swooping down from an altitude of 25,000 feet, sinking into the Pacific Ocean, raising huge waves and hot high-temperature steam.

"But..." The young man was almost speechless in appalled, "they are The Autobots..."

"Didn't you see the missile?" Charlotte quickly knocked out Jerry, who was about to scream again - that's why she followed Jerry all the time - and said solemnly, "Whether it's a government missile or a Decepticon missile, we have to act quickly, and any emotion of yours won't help."

Sam stared at the TV blankly, a string of tears slipped from his eyes. He let Simmons desperately drag away his almost zombie body, and reflexively took out his cell phone.

"What are you thinking?!"

"I'm gonna call Blakey."

"Are you crazy?!" Simmons pulled his cell phone away while fastening his seat belt, "You want to die!?"

The young man reached out and took it back, saying stubbornly, "I want Lenny to add me to the Autobots' shared message group."

The car restarted the engine and continued to rush east.

*

"Wow, we actually expected this." Q swam up from the sea water, the salty transparent liquid dripping, "Oh... This composition can easily make the armor rust."

"So, on Earth... there's indeed that many of the humans are a bunch of scrap."

Dino followed up, "If they were a little kinder, the Decepticons would not have had the opportunity to fire that shell. Fortunately, we didn't board the ship at all."

"Thanks to the temporary transformation of that ship, by us, The Wreckers." Leadfoot tore off an octopus stuck on his arm, and Roadbuster helped him tear off another one behind him, "That guy, Blakey, is really scary huh. Wheelie and Brain must have forgotten that they didn't turn off the insider channel when they woke up. Fortunately, we turned on the one-way shielding."

"So that other's panic complaints will not be heard by those soft carbon-based?"

"Fuck off. However," he turned his gaze to the Autobots leader who was trying to shake off a black unknown object, "your 'that' principle doesn't seem to keep up with the current situation. ...What the hell, Optimus, what's that stuff?"

"..." Optimus glanced at him silently, "Its features seem to match those of a 'sea cucumber', Leadfoot. In addition, in emergencies, you can judge for yourself 'this' principle."

"For example?"

"...Make sure you are safe."

A dozen Autobots carefully and painstakingly cleaned up some aquatic creatures. Panthera seemed a little eager to try, but was immediately patted by Ironhide, who knew what he was thinking.

This time they didn't take the Washington coast again, but landed in Oregon and headed back to Chicago.

"...Ey?"

"What's wrong?"

"Sam was added to the shared message group. ...Oh wait, let's use the insider channel, can we? Why would humans come here to travel? It's really strange."

【Because humans are always strange.】 Sideswipe said, 【They even do things that Cybertronians find dreadful. ...Who added him?】

【Yes, like plastic surgery, I can't imagine boss' face turning into Ironhide's. ...Well, it's Lenny, I hope they are safe.】

Ironhide's tone is as if he wants to kill a poor bee, 【Bumblebee, tell me if you want to die, it would definitely be a pleasure for me to grab and rub you on the ground. ...Why did Lenny add him? Where are they?】

【Wow, I remember that the sentence for intimidation and threats on Cybertron is between 550,000 and 1.26 million years... um, right? And after all these years, the target of your threats, Ironhide, has not changed at all. Bee will cry. Do you need a lawyer? I can... well, I don't have any connections. By the way, I just talked to Lenny on the phone. They are safe and are currently in Aurora City, north of Chicago. Mikaela, Leo, and Dutch are with them. Simmons, Sam, Jerry, and the Director are on their way to meet up with the NEST troops. Then, I'm unharmed, don't worry, Opten.】

【...For the last sentence, I suggest you switch to private connection. And what's the matter with Mikaela and Leo that kid?】Sideswipe was silent for a moment and said.

【Who threatened him! Don't talk nonsense! You don't need to remember that kind of thing so clearly, you scrap!! Reply to Sideswipe's questions!】

【Ironhide... so fierce...! Sweetheart... help... I'm so scared... rebuttal!】

Bumblebee was shot by the small-sized machine gun that the black GMC flipped open.

Optimus finally sighed.

His Autobots.

It's really getting weirder and weirder.

It's not an illusion.

【Blakey...】

【Relieve the mood and avoid cramps. I'll explain the part about Mikaela and Leo later.】Her voice was full of obvious smile, and asked, 【But, what do you think?】

Blake's words actually have two meanings.
The first one is simply asking about what she said just now, and the second one is about her instructing two Autobots to kill people - that can be said... innocent soldiers.

But there is nothing to worry about, she knows. "Autobots' Chief of Staff" will be sentenced to death, but "Blake Cybertron" will become a experiment subject.

A subject at the mercy of others.

In this case, no matter who is killed in that place, it is all self-defense.

【That's my side.】

She ignored the various voices shouting in the insider channel, and the puzzled (or frightened) faces of several passers-by when they saw her paint, and continued to overtake without limit on the highway. Two minutes ago, in addition to contacting Lennox - speaking of this, she thought Mikaela was hidden by Simmons, and Leo... oh, it sounds like a long story - she also called Sam and Simmons. As expected, the voices that greeted her were all deafening.

However, she did not tell the Autobots' confidential plan. Well, whether this was to save time or give a surprise (or maybe a shock) is not easy to discuss in depth. In short, she has understood the situation clearly, and connected the entire information network while concealing the news of the Autobots' survival.

This took her a lot of time. Fortunately, the CPU is much more useful than the brain. At least when faced with a large number of technological products that require the Internet, she doesn't have to knock on this door or that door just to connect to the pitiful WI-FI that has almost no bars left.

【Please.】Ratchet said this word for the first time, 【Be sure to tell me what happened after it's over.】He was referring to Mikaela's "timeline".

【Actually, Bee knows.】She said with a bad taste, Wheelie and Brain had returned to their normal size and were sitting in her passenger seat listening these gossips, 【Bee knows that Simmons has known where Mikaela was a long time ago.】

【...Don't use tongue twisters! ...Bumblebee, come here! After the war, no matter who he or she is, all of you must go to my repair room for a full body check!】

The entire body of the Camaro suddenly trembled violently, and he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

The remained Autobots were simply in tears.

【Why...】

【Boss...】

【Ratchet...】

【I'm going to kill that fat bee!】

【Shut up, you little damn weirdos. Also, Optimus, you and Blakey are not immune.】

Oops! Blake got a algidity in spark.

【Sorry, my bad, Opten.】She seems to have gone too far.

Optimus: "..."

====

They had been waiting here for a whole night and two hours (some people only waited for two and a half hours), and the sky had just broken.

Sam and Mikaela talked for a long time, and the young man finally learned what happened to his girlfriend who suddenly disappeared from his life a while ago. He remembered the Autobots' shared message group he had just joined, and wanted to tell them about this, but when he picked up the phone, he realized that the Autobots were gone.

Sam felt a sense of loss.

"Hey, brother, you good?" Leo took out some sandwiches and bread from somewhere, approached them, and said, "God, since the incident in Egypt, God knows what I have realized. I worked super hard to enrich myself in the four years of college, hoping to find a good job after graduation, but guess what happened?"

"No matter where you go, you see the Autobots." Sam said firmly.

"Right! So I found myself a little obsessed, and now, I have this opportunity. But this opportunity doesn't seem to be the right time... Well, I mean, I miss them too..."

Mikaela tore open the plastic packaging of a loaf of bread, "You know what? I don't regret getting on the car with Sam at all. We have all experienced their strength, right? To be honest..., I don't believe they died like that."

"...But we already saw that." Sam was silent for a few seconds and said, "Live, irrefutable."

"Believe me, dear, seeing is not always true." Mikaela blinked and smiled, "This is the biggest lesson I have learned in this period of time. Besides, the Autobots have Blakey and Jazz, maybe they have guessed it long ago? Maybe they are just playing tricks on those idiots?"

The young man seemed to be thinking about something, but unfortunately, it was hard to tell what he was thinking from his expression.

Others finished dressing one after another. No matter what happened today, they had to be ready to go at any time - the NEST troops did not wait for a spiritual backer to have the courage to enter the city, but they knew that it would be the most foolish to enter Chicago without an "armed" backer.

Although they were only waiting for one person, this one person was enough to increase their hope of success.

After all -

- She is Blake Cybertron.

The second leader of the Autobots, the left-wing adjutant, and the eagle of loss, the Chief of Staff.

Her beliefs and values ​​are derived from her own lofty moral standards, and are also carried forward from the actions and deeds of the Autobots leader - Optimus Prime. Her fighting style is inherited from The Wreckers, which is either dead or alive, decisive and resolute, but at the same time it integrates Jazz's technical mode of "give up if really can't beat it" and "specially bombarding the enemy's fatal points if really want to fight", which is both sharp and bold.

Her mentors are Ironhide and Ratchet, who lead her to develop the "humanity" and characteristics of Cybertronian.

Blake is a perfect blend of human and Cybertronian. So instead of rushing into Chicago, it is better to take some time to wait for her support, even if during this process... this poor city may have been completely changed.

Lennox was a little annoyed.

"But," Leo suddenly said, he was not sure how to balance his tone, "uh... I mean, what would happen after the CIA director runs away? What about your unit?"

"I have expressed my position to my superior. The deputy director will temporarily take over my position. You don't need to worry about it, kid."

"Oh... oh, okay."

"Ah! When will that guy arrive?" Simmons stared at the radio and shouted, "Hey! Can anyone connect to that guy's channel?"

"I can tag Blakey through the group." Sam turned on his phone and saw that there was only one "read" left in the group of more than 20 people.

He couldn't help but hide his expression, "Just a hope."

【Sam: @Blake Are you arrived yet?】

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【Blake: 20 minutes.】

【Sam: Ok.】

The rose gold Lamborghini was too lazy to count how many red lights she had run, and then she accelerated and turned a corner.

Chicago was almost a ruin, and neighboring cities began to evacuate their residents. For example, in Aurora, where she was about to arrive, the population still in the territory was only about one-third - or one-quarter - of that.

Wheelie and Brain took turns to go offline and get a dormancy, and hastily replenished some energy at the gas station they encountered on the road.

Blake checked the energon value displayed on her panel - 95, which was very sufficient. Her weapons and ammunition were also very sufficient. Fortunately that she thought of this link, otherwise she would have no chance to do it again after escaping from the fort.

The Autobot Chief of Staff knew that she could actually knock out those four soldiers, but at that time, she thought - "The dead can always delay longer than the living", at least the pursuit team sent by the government after discovering that she was missing can not catch up with her at all. If she could be caught up... then she would have to kill them all again.

And she can fly.

Blake urged the group of Autobots who were talking nonsense always not to click on the shared message group through the insider channel, while speeding up and rushing across the sideline of Aurora. Lenny's coordinates were close at hand, overlapping with the red dot of the base program in Sam's phone.

She figured it out. The purpose of hiding the news of the Autobots' survival was just to reduce the cost of troop, which is in the city now, having to spend a lot of brain cells to digest the information. When they suddenly saw this group of "unkillable creatures" like the Cybertronian version on the battlefield, even if they were shocked to the point of “frightened”, they would not have time to stay in that state.

After all, saving their lives was more important, and adrenaline would suppress this kind of "being confused by shocking information".

In this way, the bad results caused by their distraction should be avoided.

And it can also achieve a big surprise. Maybe the fighting power of these people will increase rapidly in just a few minutes, then that even they are afraid and admire of themselves at the same time.

Blake didn't realize that there seemed to be something wrong with her thoughts. The Lamborghini drove into the alley quickly and honked the horn twice in a short and urgent manner.

"Oh! Blakey is here!" Leo shouted.

"Okay! Organize your weapons, remember to adjust the radio channel, take what you should take, and throw what you shouldn't take on the ground. There is no time to waste!" Lennox habitually put his right hand on the holster, "Remember the cars we 'borrowed'? Five people in each car, and the key is in the driver's hand! Aright, now I only have one last question, -"

"- Does anyone want to stay?"

No one stopped what they were doing.

"Good! I can't guarantee that you won't die, but I can guarantee that those sacrifices will not be in vain."

They hurriedly left the factory, got in the cars, and headed towards Chicago.

Without hesitation.

*

The path deeper into Chicago, except for the more desolate scenes and the decadent wind, there was almost nothing else. Or the smell of gunpowder, they had to stop after they can finally see the dozens of - or hundreds? Thousands? - Decepticon warships in the sky that seemed to cover the entire bottom of troposphere.

From here on, they had to walk, otherwise they would be discovered too easily.

Blake let Sam and the other four get out of the car - Charlotte and Jerry were in another vehicle, and they would not continue to follow, but stop there, after all, they... well, one was "inexperienced" and the other had not recovered from "PTSD" - hiding next to a ruin and turning back into a human body.

She threw away the military cap that was wrinkled by the metal and untied her bun. For her, this was easier to move.

The NEST troops had assembled, and Lennox and Epps came over. The team was a group of three commanders as the vanguard, with a swallow-shaped reconnaissance team on the left and right wings. Sam and his team were in the middle, and at the back were the guards with their backs facing them.

The distance between the teams was actually very far apart, to avoid the risk of being wiped out by a single artillery fire. They were not walking on the main road, but under the ruins formed by the collapse of houses, tall buildings, and bridges.

Blake's only job is to keep an eye on the ships in the sky. Her human appearance has long been registered in the Decepticon's list. If those things suddenly discover her and attack them, she can adjust her form at any time and enter the third mode of the Andean Condor to fight back.

"Hey, Lenny, there's something here." Epps suddenly said, holding the Armalite in his hand, scanning the surroundings vigilantly, and then approaching the place carefully and quickly.

"What is this? ...Mark?"

"What mark?" Blake went around to the back, where the air force's vision was blind, "...Cool."

Cool???? The two human supreme commanders looked at her in confusion.

"I've seen it on the part of The Ark." She explained, "Remember the Battle of Egypt? Ancient Cybertronian language, that kind of symbol, the corresponding reformed version is 'lonper', means 'glory'."

Lennox frowned immediately, "Are they declaring their sovereignty? It's engraved on the wall."

"No, this is left by humans..." Epps noticed something, and picked it up, looked and said, "It's a very new fountain pen, someone engraved this after the bombardment. ...Wait, there are people alive here besides Dylan Gould and his men? He didn't run away?"

"Maybe it was intentional." Blake narrowed her violet eyes and said, "Ordinary people don't have the opportunity to see ancient Cybertronian language, someone under Dylan betrayed him."

"Are you saying this is a sign to guide us to the headquarter? Wait a minute, Blakey, I know no one in the Decepticon wants to waste time teaching slaves, but how did this person..."

"It's the part of The Ark, or the things from Egypt that year." Mikaela and her group noticed their strangeness and quickly came over and said, "Is he a confidential person? But if he is a confidential person, why would he join the Decepticons?"

Leo thought about it and said firmly, "He must have been forced, just like me back then. He was just an ordinary college student, but because his roommate was a super freak who often crashed, he was inexplicably involved in an alien war, and then he saw so many secrets."

Sam showed an incredible expression.

Freak?! Is he willing to be that kind of "freak"?! …Damn it! Since that time in the factory, he still doesn't dare to eat lobsters!

"Anyway, this is trustworthy, right?" Lennox and Epps asked at the same time to confirm.

Blake nodded.

Several people stood up and prepared to move forward, but Simmons (as a former head of the Sector 7 who had been an agent for most of his life) turned his head sharply when he took the first step again.

His crisis instinct was so accurate that it was outrageous. Almost at the same time, a Decepticon warship lowered the barrel of two adult-wide guns and locked them directly.

"Oh GOD! RUN!!"

The group immediately began to run wildly forward the safe spot under the shelter. Blake quickly activated the chip system, and a pair of huge metal wings suddenly rose up, and the hook-like beak of the Andean Condor just met and completed the organization, and the orange-red sparks faintly emerging from the middle of the throat gradually pushed outward. At the moment when the fire cannon was ejected from the sharp beak, a cannonball as big as a human head flew spirally along the battleship's gun barrel, and a dazzling orange fire burst instantly exploded in the air.

"Alert guards retreat to the reconnaissance team, pay attention to ammunition fragments." She reminded, and then exposed the megathermal cannon and checking cannon under the wings and fired at the bottom and cockpit of the enemy warship.

A deafening explosion.

The ship spun 360 degrees to the ground and crashed. She turned on the detector to scan it, and the spark inside was just extinguished.

"They will find out soon, we have to act fast!" Lennox shouted, "Everyone pay attention to the special mark!"

He held Sam with one hand and Mikaela with the other, with a rifle loaded with armor-piercing bullets on his back, "Blakey! I think I know why he is friendly to us! Damn! There are bombed buildings everywhere, but only Gould's headquarter is absolutely intact!"

The NEST troops must be able to find it. If they can find it, why does that unknown stranger has to do this specifically - a superfluous act - he just wants to show his intention to surrender.

"Glad you found out." said the cold metal female voice, looking at the hashtags that popped up one after another on the panel, she couldn't help but smile, "Guys, we have a surprise for you."

"...'We'?" Sam was perplexed, and a sense of incredible madness surged in his heart.

He took out his mobile phone while running, and sure enough, he saw that the Autobots' shared message group kept sending text messages.

"Holy SHIT THEY are still ALIVE what the FUCK!!?"

"They need to explain this to you in person."

Blake blinked her violet optics, her wings and head lifted up and folded back to her back, as if she was rapidly compressed from an invisible singularity, and then returned to the body of a Cybertronian "humanoid" from another singularity.

Leo and Simmons hold their most efforts not to show a stomachache face.

They always feel that.

It seems to be super painful.

Something like… a sense of "forced to fracture".

Well, that's probably because the both of them haven't seen the process of Retchet turning from a Hummer H2 SUV fire rescue vehicle into "himself".

"You knew these all along?!" Sam asked in unbelievable, "No wonder you don't look sad at all!! I'm such an idiot!! ...Are you Simmo...ouch - !!"

Simmons put down his fist, and there seemed to be a concrete red pound sign jumping randomly on his forehead, "Do not bring up the past now! You bad boy who made me got fired by the government which I worked for almost my whole damn pitiful life!!"

"I didn't make you unemployed! The one who made you unemployed is trying to destroy the earth, okay!"

"Shut up!!"

?!

Leo looked around at the shocked expressions of everyone with satisfaction, and explained, "After four or five years, I finally have the chance to shout 'shut up'."

"Shut up!!"
"Shut up!!"

So he was ruthlessly crushed by Sam and Mikaela with a unbeatable aura.

Lennox: "..."
Epps: "..."

"Please be serious!" The commander simply didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Blakey, should we wait for them?"

"No, they will know what we are going to do."

"How? Insider channel? Group? Or your private connection?" He gestured to the reconnaissance team to move forward and teased.

"None, sir." Blake smiled slightly, and the audio receptor keenly captured the roar of the engine approaching, "Because they are the Autobots -"

"- Just that simple."

She looked up at a new enemy ship in front of her, letting the double guns aim at her spark cabin. Although she didn't know whether the scrap inside could see her , she still made a mouth purposely - 'bye-bye, bitch.'

A Three-in-one guiding grenade flew over Blake's head, and the explosions in three parts destroyed the enemy ship in mid-air, completely turning it into an alien ruin that was integrated with the ruins of the city.

The Autobot leader's blue paint and red-fire-moiŕe is absolute a heart-strengthening pill. Anyway, Blake heard Leo's almost broken scream. Her violet optics overflowed with obvious smiles, and the word "Loki" ran through the CPU at an inappropriate time.

Well, the god of mischief who always made everyone think he is dead, but in fact he is always alive.

"Sorry for the long wait, my brothers." Optimus said calmly.

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"It's not too late. Look, your fan is about to pass out. He may need CPR from his idol."

"Is Blakey trying to turn Optimus gay?" Dino jokingly asked, his Italian accent was particularly leisurely, "It's better not to, our other brothers have already shown miserable expressions."

"Scrap, Dino, you are the one who deserves beaten the most here."

"Just casual a lil bit, Wippy."

Sideswipe endured it again, and again, "...Scrap! Don't imitate that Jazz guy again!!"

"Leo, relax." Optimus squatted down and said, "Now is not a good time to get overly excited. You can wait until the war is over before doing this."

Leo covered his mouth and nodded with emotion.

"Did boss just tell a bad joke?" Bumblebee ran up and high-fived Sam, "Sorry, pal, I had to."

"I know."

"Is everything okay, Blakey?" Optimus asked.

"As you can see." She patted his left shoulder, "By the way, there is a surrenderer under Dylan. He left a mark in the corner to guide the headquarter for us. It is in ancient Cybertronian language. We guess that he should have been a confidential person before."

"Male?"

"Just a hypothesis. He may still be in the headquarter. We must be especially careful and not hurt him."

The Autobot leader nodded, "We have a lot of people and the movement is not small. The Decepticons will soon take measures. And n..."

"Wait a minute!" Simmons interrupted him and asked, "We all saw the explosion of Sky Heard Ship with our own eyes. Where are you hiding?"

"All Autobots are invisible under the first propulsion rocket." The one who answered him turned out to be Roadbuster from The Wreckers, "We built that damn ship, didn't we?"

"We landed in the Pacific Ocean nearby and landed in Oregon."

Optimus took over the conversation and said, "Now your leader has seen that despite the death of the Autobots, the enemy has not withdrawn from Earth. Their purpose is obvious. The Decepticons only want humans."

They are going nowhere. The people on Earth don't understand and want to kill them, but they know, so they won't go anywhere.

They would have arrived later than this day, but the handheld ground bridge allowed them to "skip across" and reach Chicago in conjunction with NEST's itinerary.

No one can exile The Autobots.

"What will he do? I mean Sentinel Prime?" Lennox asked, quickly adjusting his state, "Transmit senven billion people back to Cybertron at once? I didn't say this on purpose, but humans can't travel in space without protective clothing. Didn't he think of that?"

"Or Shockwave already developed the transformation technology?" Epps frowned.

"No, it shouldn't be possible." Ratchet said, he opened the database on the panel, "Q and I together will not be worse than Shockwave. Since we don't have complete results, he won't have them either."

"Then...?"

Then what are these hundreds of pillars used for? Does Sentinel Prime really think that humans, a "weak and incompetent" race, can withstand strong shock and radiation?

Several humans stood there thinking, Leo seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha no way? He can't move Cybertron here, right?"

Sam and a group of people stared at him fiercely.

"...What? ...What the?! Did I guess it right!?"

We afraid you're right, the Autobots said in their sparks. Although the space bridge opened by the pillars is very stable and will not cause much damage to their home planet, the journey is long after all, and the mass of the planetary-level teleportation object is too large, so it is inevitable that it will suffer slight compression and damage, and the ruins on the surface and some of the remaining buildings may become ashes in the universe.

However, they are not worried about the existence of their own kind on the planet - in fact, there is no Autobot left on Cybertron - they are worried about the magnetic field, gravity, and tsunamis.

"Cybertron is very strong, compared to your planet, it is as strong as a can that cannot be pried open."

"Damn Ironhide, what a strange metaphor." Sideswipe stepped on the underfoot pulleys to approach and said, "In short, for the sake of fairness, he must not be allowed to activate the control pillar."

"Wippy is right." Blake said, opening the spark cabin, and Wheelie and Brain jumped out of it. She caught them, put them on her shoulders, and said, "The Decepticons have surrounded Chicago like a dome fortress. This way, no one can see what they are doing inside. We need to conduct a raid operation, which will give us a better chance of success to win this war."

The Autobot leader nodded, "The surrendered one has pointed the way. Everyone, we can rely on it to find Dylan Gould's headquarter. The Decepticons are there. Let's roll out."

They looked at each other, lowered their bodies and turned back into sports cars, followed the Peterbilt 379 and Lamborghini, drove a large group of human companions to the deep cave.

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[Gould Enterprise Headquarter Building]

This is one of the rare high-rise buildings that is still intact in the devastated scene of Chicago. The off-white walls and the bright bar counter that integrates coffee and cocktails have greatly improved the brightness and color of the entire space.

Compared with the decay of the outside world, it is simply out of place.

There is even a 42-inch LCD TV on the wall. The black screen is not turned on, perhaps the owner has no intention of watching any program. On the double-seat extended leather sofa, a pair of legs in a suit swayed slowly in the air, and the white carpet under the coffee table in front of them exuded a faint fragrance.

In the open space beside, a blonde woman was sitting-kneeling there. Her hair was messy, and there was a clear red palm print on her left cheek.

The white secretary's uniform was stained with a few drops of red wine.

The owner of the legs was still playing with the glass in his hand carelessly, and the Romacher red wine was flowing in circles in the glass like blood.

The waiters at the bar seemed to have seen nothing.

Their silence had lasted for nearly an hour. This atmosphere could not be said to be good, but it could not be called bad either. It was just a strange silence that came one after another. Except for a few occasional shouts and curses that did not belong to the earth language coming from outside the building, there was really no noise at all.

After finishing the red wine, one hand moved to the bottle, poured a new glass for himself, and took a sip of it.

Light pink, thin lips.

"Carly, this is really... unwise. You know..." The man sighed, "You know? I really hope you can survive, angel, they will definitely win."

"You pathetic slave..."

"Oh... this is really sad."

He stood up, walked around the coffee table and walked towards her, then slowly squatted down. Don't know what he felt or meant, he shook the glass at his "secretary" and said, "But I don't want to care about this now, Carly. You just need to tell me, where did you go two hours ago?"

Carly Spencer raised her head angrily, "You are a traitor!"

"Ha! What? Traitor? You too, Carly. We are all the same. For our own benefit, I just want to survive, and you... you have your own difficulties."

"At least I did the right thing in the end, and I didn't make mistakes from beginning to end!"

"Oh come on!" Dylan Gould finally raised his voice, "There are no saints in this world. I just want to live well. Isn't that right? Look at those lunatics outside!" He lowered his voice and yelled, "Real bastards! The end of resisting them is nothing but death! Do you want to be a hero? Don't forget what the end of the Autobots is!"

He grabbed her collar eagerly, gnashing his teeth, his whole - it can be said to be handsome - face twisted and hideous, red with fear.

Carly Spencer is a "helper" who was kidnapped. Her father and brother are both professional soldiers, serving at the North American Aerospace Defense Command - Peterson Air Force Base in Colorado. When the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant incident occurred, after Shockwave revealed the part of The Ark to the Autobots, the "fake package" that was closely guarded in the headquarter exploded.

Later, the first patrol officers to arrive were them. Unexpectedly, the two men were extremely unlucky and actually met Laserbeak sent by Soundwave to recycle waste. Laserbeak didn't have much time, so she had to make a harsh statement to them, threatening that if they exposed special matters, the whole family would be killed.

These words accurately pierced the hearts of the two men.

Carly Spencer's family (including herself) only had three members. Her mother was gone, her father and brother had to compromise with Laserbeak (or Soundwave) to protect their only daughter/sister. However, Soundwave wanted to prevent any loopholes, he sent Laserbeak again to find Carly's rental house and take her away, and then threatened her to work for the Decepticons, otherwise he would kill her father and brother.

A few days later, Soundwave remembered another human slave who had close contact with the "Ark Part" - Dylan Gould, then, he inserted Carly into his company as a secretary.

She still had a conscience and was very smart. After the Decepticons completely captured Chicago, Carly knew that they would no longer care about her father and brother. She could see what these Cybertron lunatics wanted, so she quietly broke through the defense line with the convenience of her human body, leaving marks in many places to guide the "people who should come" to the right path.

If, in the case that the Autobots are almost impossible to survive, only the NEST troops can save Earth.

"Dylan, you are a coward."

The man paused and smiled slowly. He then took a sip of wine, sprayed it at Carly who was caught off guard, and bright red wine stains immediately appeared on the white shirt of her.

The waiter at the bar seemed to be frightened and stood there in a daze.

"You still won't tell me, where did you go two hours ago?"

She turned her head away and closed her beautiful eyes.

A slap sounded immediately.

Dylan put down his hand and splashed all the liquid in the glass on her face. With the new scars and the stimulation of alcohol, Carly felt a hot pain spreading from her left cheek almost at the same time.

"Where did you go two hours ago?"

"..."

He slapped her again.

"Where did you go two hours ago?"

"..."

"I'll ask you one last time! Otherwise, don't blame me. Soundwave is not someone you and I can mess with. Why don't you understand!!"

"..." She opened her eyes and seemed to want to answer something, but when she looked in Dylan's direction, her pupils shrank slightly in shock. Fortunately, he didn't notice.

He was still immersed in his emotions that were about to be unable to extricate himself.

"Dylan."

"WHY!!"

"Because I have a faith." Carly said this, and suddenly picked up the red wine bottle on the coffee table, hit Dylan's head hard.

"Aah!"

Two rows of shells shot in from the french window behind him right away, all hit the 42-inch LCD TV screen on the wall.

A sharp high-frequency sound exploded immediately, and when the service staff covered her ears in pain, Laserbeak finally undid its electronic product form and began to fight back.

"Jump!" Mikaela shouted.

Carly ducked to avoid the obstacles flying around the room, and took advantage of the critical moment when Dylan and Laserbeak were both unable to deal with them -

- She jumped out of the broken french window without hesitation.

Blake and Mikaela reached out to catch her just in time.

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…

Bumblebee acted together with Sam and Mikaela, and on the way they "carefully" shot down a Decepticon battleship, which they could use to confuse the enemy and get close to the headquarter to rescue the surrenderer.

But he was the captain of the battleship, and he had to concentrate on interfering with the sight of Laeserbeak, so it was inevitable that he could not fully take care of the two human companions. Blake thus went with them.

Sam looked around vigilantly, "Mikaela, pull her in!"

"She's already been pulled in! Hey! That bitch can fly! It's hard for us to aim at her!"

Blake comforted Carly a little, and was about to jump off the battleship and transform into Cybertronian form, but lost her sense of balance in a violent turbulence.

The flight path of Laserbeak was unpredictable, and she actually avoided the rain of bullets and rushed out of the building. The ship sank and fell to the ground immediately.

"She blew up the engine!"

"Bee!"

"Get rid of her! This beast will tear our ship apart!"

"Oh my God!"

Carly covered her mouth in horror. The situation was exccesively urgent that she didn't have time to see Blake's appearance clearly. Now Blake fell off the edge of the battleship in front of her.

More than twenty stories high, without any protective gear.

"NONONONONONONO!!!"

"Bee! Hold on!"

The hull began to rotate 360 ​​degrees, and Laserbeak was stuck to the top of the cockpit like a suction cup. Mikaela was the closest, and she immediately pulled out the M9 pistol that Blake had stuffed to her not long ago - the bullet was a modified version of high-temperature armor-piercing bullets - she had no shooting training, but at the critical moment of life and death on the battlefield, her adrenaline burst out, and several bullets accurately shot through Laserbeak's optics and wing joint axis.

"She fell down!!" Carly shouted while holding onto the bulkhead.

"Who!" Sam shouted, "Wow, Bee! Get away from that building!"

"Another girl!"

"Don't worry about h-aaaahhh!!”

A huge shadow rushed up from the ground. Sam suddenly faced the violet optics of the Andean Condor, and was almost scared to fall off Bumblebee's arm.

"Speak first, please!!!!"

"It's good for your physical and mental health." Blake said.

"That's not gonna happen!!!!!"

Carly showed an incredible expression, "You are 'The Only Chosen' they said?!"

She blinked her optics, gently flapped her wings, and the nearly 25-meter metal right wing dragged the ship upward. Bumblebee looked at her, nodded, and let go of the steering wheel with both hands.

"Well, I accidentally destroyed some buildings around this one. It's a bit crowded here, you know." The Andean Condor popped out the chain buckle and tied the entire ship diagonally, "Welcome to the Sky Heard Ship?"

"Don't be ridiculo-aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!”

With the young man's terrified roar - he almost remembered the "no seat belt, no track, face down, out-of-print giant drop" he experienced on Panthera in his second year in senior high school - the rose-gold giant eagle turned over, turned sideways at a 90-degree angle, and dived down parallel to the building.

The three humans screamed collectively.

"Sweetheart, it's a good thing they didn't eat lunch." Bumblebee said calmly.

In the end, they had no choice but to break a row of traffic signs. Blake loosened the chain and let the ship fall freely when it was about five meters above the ground. She lifted her wings and head upwards, relieved the Andean Condor form.

Laserbeak escaped.

She looked at the Wrigley Building not far away. Megatron and Sentinel Prime were looking in this direction. The faint red energy in the core of the control pillar floated up and down. There were exactly five pillars surrounding the clock tower.

They were the five that were stolen from the base.

"Decepticons! Protect the pillars!"

"They're still alive?! You didn't kill them!"

"Just like you didn't corrode that weapons specialist with one shot!" The Decepticon leader responded angrily, "Soundwave! Raise the bridge and find all these idiots for us!"

Soundwave? Blake instructed Camaro to take Sam and the other two away from the main battlefield - they would be safer with Lennox - and stretched out her arms to call out the megathermal cannon and checking cannon.

The sound of the engine came closer and closer. A silver Mercedes SLS AMG appeared from another corner and disappeared from her sight.

"Giving up being a satellite?" She lowered her body, turned into a Lamborghini and quickly chased after him.

He and Shockwave will be the most troublesome enemies in this battle. She can't control Shockwave for the time being, but she can definitely hold Soundwave back.

...

"NEST troops, Lennox arrived at the ferry terminal."

"Epps is in position, at the right angle of North Rush Street."

【Great, brothers.】Jazz drove and shot, 【You are the most hidden first line of defense. In addition, I have seen the Hyatt Hotel.】

【It is indeed a wise decision to block the waterway of the Decepticon warships, but I have a question.】 Sideswipe said, 【Why should I stand parallel to this noisy guy?】

【Whether you stand parallel to me or not, you can't escape this, Wippy.】

Corvette flipped back to the main body from the car. He stood at the entrance of the DuSable Bridge, sighed sadly across the Chicago River.

In fact, he wanted to enter the center for a real fight rather than the defense line. Moreover, his underfoot pulleys are also a big speed advantage. However, Optimus had already thought of this, so on the left side of Sideswipe, Dino and Ironhide would replace him at any time.

The deployment of south of Trump Tower has been initially completed. Sam, Mikaela and Carly were in Lennox's team and saw Bumblebee guarding the bridge entrance on the right front of the other bank. The scout was lined up with Ironhide, Dino, Sideswipe and Jazz.

"Are they... blocking the war zone?"

"Yes." Lennox answered him, "The only drawback is that we don't have enough manpower, and the blockade on the east side is relatively weak. Fortunately," the commander looked at his equipment, "there are no enemies there."

They predicted that the two blocks of Trump Tower and Wrigley Building would be the most intense locations. Only Q, Arcee Three and Jolt were northeast of the Hyatt Hotel.

【Arrived at the Tribune Tower.】The sound of Ratchet sounded from the insider channel, 【Where is Blakey?】

【Soundwave is twenty meters in front of me, engaged. He tried to activate some switch to open the three bridges. The Decepticons want to cut off our water defense.】

【Where are you?】Optimus asked.

【Approaching the east roundabout.】

【Q, Arcee, support Blakey and bring Soundwave back to the center point. Jolt, Chromia and Elita narrow the northeastern defense line.】

Three heavy motorcycles and two sports cars started their engines immediately.

"Hey! Let me ask you something!" Epps shouted, looking up at the sky, "Do these ships need to be dealt with? Do they have the ability to think or are they remote-controlled aircraft?"

【Well, half and half.】Ironhide pondered for a while,【But you'd better not ask General Moschauer for military assistance, that would probably be in vain.】

His alarm system suddenly exploded,【Oh, Damn, Prime! Shockwave and his pet are going to you!】

As soon as the Autobot weapons specialist finished speaking, the huge, caterpillar-like metal head of the Driller burst out from under the asphalt road.

【Everyone,】The Autobot leader turned sharply,【attention to the fight.】

A burst of fire erupted between the high-rise buildings in the northwest, and the originally flat road surface became fragmented in an instant. Shockwave's bright red optics locked onto the Peterbilt 379 tractor truck head that accidentally knocked off the flying backpack, and quickly chased after it with the Driller.

The Decepticon warships in the sky began to attack them on the ground.

【Blakey, I need air support to clear the obstacles.】

【Copy that.】

She braked and turned without hesitation, flashed her headlights at her companions who came to support from the northeast, turned back to her body and jumped into the air.

The metal wings that quickly spread out cut through the glass on the wall of the building. The Andean Condor narrowed its violet optics, rushed vertically through the top of the towers, and crashed into a battleship.

Blake controlled the wings and flew around the war zone, then pulled open her sharp beak and let out a loud eagle cry at those things without any pressure. This long and distant cry of the earth creature immediately attracted the enemy warships, and the gun barrels almost turned around and began to bombard her right away unconditionally.

【Wow!】

【This is cool!】Don’t know who said it.

Following the leader's order to evacuate the bridge entrance of Trump Tower, Bumblebee quickly kicked away Soundwave's gun, and brought out Panthera who jumped out from nowhere, and then patted Black Panther's head.

Soundwave's tentacles aimed at Jazz spark cabin were cut off halfway. Panthera's throat uttered a low warning, and the chain buckled Ironhide who quietly moved behind Soundwave. At the same time, Sideswipe raised the barrel and aimed at the Decepticon's Chief Intelligence Officer. He pulled the trigger, and a string of bullets immediately sprayed out along the rifling spiral like a machine gun.

【Well done, Panthy!】

Ironhide pulled the chain, and at the moment Panthera jumped onto his shoulder, he stuffed the checking cannon into the vest of Soundwave who was disturbed by Sideswipe.

A blow through.

【Wow!】

【This is cool!】

【...But is Panthy okay? Watching 'losing head' may cause unnecessary psychological trauma to the child.】

【Jazz, Dino, shut up, I'm about to laugh.】While using the cannon buried in the middle of the throat to attack the enemy ship's engine, Andean Condor said in the insider channel,【This will lose my image.】

【Come on, it doesn't matter anyway. Look at Optimus.】The Autobot adjutant stabbed the spark of a miscellaneous fighter fiercely and ruthlessly, crushing it in front of his eyes, 【Just now, he finally got the flight backpack back and shouted to Lenny and Sam, 'I'm coming for you!' Is this really fine? By the way, who said you tried to turn the leader gay last time?】

She shot down the last Decepticon warship hovering in the sky, ignoring the giant enemy mothership that inexplicably fell from behind her. If it weren't for the wings, Blake wanted to cover her forehead.

Stop talking, have some mercy. Lenny and Epps are quivering like psychopath now.

【……】Optimus was silent for a few seconds,【Shockwave is in Trump Tower, Lenny needs rescue, a total of four people are on the lower terrace. ...Jazz, Blakey suggested to me that you should pay for her gasoline for a year.】

【Pff!】Sideswipe couldn't help it.

"We still in the battle now!!" Epps glanced at Simmons, who had an indescribable expression beside him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Where is the situation going? I'm gonna move to the west!"

【The northeast has been cleaned up, we can use the Tribune Tower as an edge indicator.】

Ratchet said calmly, throwing a wrench to the left without even looking, and a soldier immediately fell to the ground,【The enemy has gathered on the west side, it's almost done.】

Everyone knew what this "almost done" meant.

The Wreckers cut off several cables. If they broke a few seconds later, they would have entangled the Autobot leader's flying backpack like headphone wires.

Optimus bypassed the obstacle and flew straight up. He was almost crossing the last line of defense in the west, and then the huge body of the Driller rushed out of the Trump Tower, which was squeezed in two by it.

"...God, I will be afraid of caterpillars for the rest of my life." Epps, who had just escaped from that hellhole ten minutes ago, couldn't help but gasp and roast.

"Wait... Is Optimus going to... fly into the... mouth of that thing?" Sam was blank for a moment, and then he was poked in the back by Dino, who was temporarily serving as a bodyguard.

"Don't underestimate his degree of madness, Sam. Sometimes he can listen to the same song for four hours in a row."

Of the more than twenty people brought by the NEST troops, only twelve are left so far. They stayed in the middle of the bridge next to the Trump Tower, and ran back desperately when the Driller and Shockwave blew from the mouth to the tail.

The battle zone was reduced again, and the rear of Wrigley Building was surrounded by the Autobots. In addition to Ratchet retreating south from the Tribune Tower and The Wreckers that was already frantically tearing apart the enemies in the main court, Jolt, Q, Chromia and Elita also occupied a main street and the ferry terminal respectively.

The Autobots still took measures to prevent the enemies from escaping through the Chicago River. Although Dino, Lennox and Epps did not move, Bumblebee and Sideswipe were on the riverside road and bridge entrance on the opposite side of Wrigley Building. Ironhide was guarding the center of the bridge alone, while Arcee, Jazz and Blake formed a triangular blockade camp on the north-northeast side of the building.

Blake had already relieved the Andean Condor form, stood quietly beside the roundabout. Megatron and Sentinel Prime stared at her, not knowing what they were looking at. Or searching for.

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The space bridge activated by the pillars was not implemented in time. In fact, Sentinel Prime had many opportunities to take action, but he was constantly disturbed by inexplicable bullets. He could have ignored these insignificant attacks, but the silent gunman seemed to be able to see through his mind, and every time he was about to do so, the power of the interference would increase.

It’s not that the attack became fierce, but the threat of a single bullet to him suddenly strengthened, reaching a state of tug-of-war with almost equal power.

He was even injured for this, and short arcs and energon oozed out of the wound drop by drop.

As for Megaton... He didn’t know how to operate the control pillar at all. It was like a lever held in someone else's hand, which can be used as a stick to beat him with.

The fact is that when Sentinel "woke up" and learned that Cybertron was destroyed, he realized that he was just set up by the Decepticons.

At first, when he... left the Autobots, he sent out the pillars just to strengthen the Decepticons' military aid and end the war as soon as possible, but he didn't want to hand them all over at once, because he was not hundred percent sure and could not see their sincerity clearly.

Anyway, the control pillar was still in his hands, and the ones the Decepticons had were just useless toys. He didn't know what Megatron was thinking at first, why did he want to get close to Earth? Why did he bury the pillars on the dark side of the moon?

Later he asked, but Megatron gave him the answer: the Decepticons might need the resources of Earth.

Have to say that this answer is actually very reasonable.

After all, The Fallen is one of the teachers of the Decepticon leader.

Of course, Sentinel Prime did not tell him that The Matrix of Leadership was on Earth. This former most-high authority of Cybertron was afraid that once the news was exposed, the scope and intensity of the civil war would inevitably expand. He was afraid that his home would die in his mouth.

Later, he thought that even if he died, Shockwave would be able to research the program to activate the control pillar. Unexpectedly, not only did Shockwave fail, but even Cybertron was destroyed (the only thing he didn't know was that Megatron had never thought that the situation would turn out like this).

Sentinel looked at a lot of human information databases, and then he found out that The Fallen was actually the first choice to revive Cybertron. It was ridiculous that his former student - and he was very proud of him once - actually let a head of sins who sabotaged many whole planets do this extremely sacred task.

That bastard would not seriously rebuild Cybertron at all, he would only bring catastrophes and the end of the world again.

Sentinel thought so. After he activated the control pillar and revived Cybertron, he would unite with the Decepticons to take back The Matirx of Leadership placed on Optimus. He only needed The Matrix. He must get it, must defeat Megatron, must win over the sparks of the people again and take over the kingship again...

Just like when he first became a Supreme Prime.

Then Cybertron can restore its glory, prosperity, splendor, magnificence...

They can be infinitely close to God, instead of being ignorantly called machines by the natives of this arrogant planet.

He has this authority.

He is the Prime.

Optimus came from DuSable Bridge, a little further than the most appropriate path, but this distance is nothing to a Cybertronian.

The control pillar on the Wrigley Building suddenly lit up.

"No! Stop!" The Autobot leader began to disassemble and reassemble from the front of the car while moving at a high speed, "Sentinel! Don't!"

"I had said that once, Optimus. You ARE a COWARD."

The brightness of Panthera's purple optics immediately increased by several percentages, and a low warning overflowed from his throat.

"...Isn't Earth our home? The Cybertronians have already destroyed one, and we can't tolerate the next one repeating the same mistake!"

Sentinel put his hand on the control pillar, "You betrayed Cybertron."

"You betrayed yourself! Didn't you teach me what 'freedom is the right of all the sentient beings' means? Didn't you teach me what 'the belief in upholding the truth' means?"

"Because I love her."

"Don't I love her...?" Optimus said disappointedly, "You just want to revive Cybertron, and you don't care what kind of life her people have! The ancestors of Cybertron were not like this. If we do your craves, what's the difference between us and The Fallen...?"

"You are too naive."

"Naive is you, traitor." Ironhide said solemnly, "Don't you know that you will destroy her again?"

"Cybertron will be unified and re..."

"Excuse me," Blake interrupted him, "neither you nor the Decepticons will be of any use. You will only repeat the mine riots of that year for the second time."

She ignored the indescribable deep look in Megatron's eyes, who had not spoken for a long time, and continued, "Then there will be the third planetary civil war in history. And what about the Decepticons? A dictator can never guarantee that he will not be overthrown in the next second. There will always be ambitious pretenders, I wasn't wrong, and you totally understand. Well, I don't mind this, but honestly -"

"- How good can the Autobots be?"

Sam and his group listened at a distant intersection, their eyes widened in surprise.

Lost continued, "When Cybertron has a wise ruler, the Autobots' philosophy will be the stupidest philosophy in the world; if not, the Autobots' philosophy is the truth. Maybe you think you are a good king? No, it's not you who have the final say, it's the people you rule who have the final say. They are not blessed, even if Cybertron is revived, it's the same as being dead. This is the fact, Sentinel."

In summary, she wanted to express only four words -

- "You are drown in your selfishness."

"...You are just like your ancestors... Feta, just as dangerous as they were."

"She is right." The Autobot leader stepped forward, and the clear sky-blue optics looked directly at his once respected teacher, "Panthy, destroy it."

The still picture moved in an instant.

Panthera's spark was given by Blake. Logically speaking, he was the supreme pet of the Primes. But Blake never wanted to treat him as her own appendage, and always treated him as a real Cybertronian. Therefore, many people ignored this matter.

That is to say, the spark of the black panther in front of them was affected by Blake in one direction. The "mother-child connection" between them made Panthera receive the "coronation" and "defense" mechanism of The Matrix to a certain extent.

He is the real King of Beasts.

Ironhide, Sideswipe, and Bumblebee reacted and immediately surrounded Megatron's path in a triangle. Blake flipped over the roof and landed behind him. Her other form could completely contain the Decepticon leader's air route.

Optimus faced Sentinel alone, and Jazz and Arcee stood at the intersection, ready to comply.

The battlefield, which had been silent for more than ten minutes, sparked again.

"You are really similar to us." Lennox sighed, not knowing why he could stand here without dodging or evading - on the bridge next to Trump Tower, "But you are much kinder. To be honest, I would rather trust a strange Cybertronian than a strange human."

Sam and Mikaela nodded.

Simmons hesitated for a moment, and because of the "previous identity" problem, he could only evaluate his own value of this topic in his mind.

As for Leo?

Leo...
Fell asleep...

Epps was used as a pillow.

Well, it seems that they are all well trained.  Dino turned back to the red Ferrari 458 a few minutes ago. Hearing this, he turned on the headlights but didn't say anything.

The battle ahead was still going on. Panthera's small-sized fusion cannons attached to both sides of his waist were enough to destroy the cores of the other four pillars. The corner of the Wrigley Building was blown into pieces, leaving only the main pillar with a red glow floating up and down in the air.

Black Panther retracted the fusion cannons and called out the new heavy heat weapon that had never been used since he was updated to Kawasaki 1400 GTR and upgraded all parts.

A burst of conductive fire bullet just brushed past the ferocious photon gun of Sentinel Prime like a flashing rattlesnake. The tail of the cannonball was filled with transparent blue arcs, like a meteor that smashed his last hope in one fell swoop.

The muzzle of the photon gun still maintained a burning state, but it was stiff in the air. Unlike Megatron's slightly regretful expression, Sentinel was stunned abruptly.

The tremendous and amazing energy of the control pillar exploded in concentric circles. Blake jumped down from the roof and somersaulted forward to avoid the machine gun that Megaton was aiming on her. Bumblebee quickly took her place, and several pieces of broken stones fell on him like raindrops.

The Decepticon leader was one against four, and was somewhat at a disadvantage.

Megatron turned his head to look at the situation on the other battlefield, quietly lowered his body. Unexpectedly, a huge rose gold shadow suddenly rushed upwards in front of him, blocking his retreat route.

He was completely suppressed.

"That's our home planet..." Sentinel seemed to be in decline in an instant, "You don't know what you are doing, Optimus..."

"I know. Cybertron will be our eternal home, but it is not feasible with hurting any innocent life. We are not Gods. We can't judge them like Cyber​​tron is the destiny one. I love her as you did, but Cyber​​tron is not the center of killing."

"Are you going to let Cyber​​tron die like this!"

"...We are her misfortunes. If rebuilding Cybertron will hurt her again, I would rather she rest in peace."

"What's different about humans?" Sentinel questioned.

"It's worth it if it's not the end of the road yet." Optimus raised the checking cannon and slowly walked forward, "It's over, teacher."

Like the end of an era, the tall red figure slowly knelt on the ground.

"Optimus," he said quietly, "I did everything to keep our species alive. You need to understand why I betrayed the Autobots, and you."

"You didn't betray me or my fellow Autobots brothers, Sentinel. -"

The Autobot leader aimed the cannon at his spark cabin from behind.

"- You just betrayed yourself."

The final military trial was an executive shoot in which the former Autobot leader was sentenced to death.

Optimus turned his eyes and found that Megatron was also looking at him.

"That's it, it's the end."

"I just need to be back in the charge." The scarlet optics did not miss the clear sky-blue's, "Cybertron should be resurrected, and I should have returned to my original position. If it weren't for you, I would be the king of Cybertron by default."

"You're on the wrong path."

"No, Prime, or Optimus. Think about the past, Orion." Megatron used the name "Orion", said, "Who would you be without me?"

"Time to find out."

Ironhide and Sideswipe made way. The leaders of the two factions ended the battle on the DuSable Bridge. They avoided others, and the whole world was left with only the deadly attacks and artillery between the two sides.

Sparks flew far away, and no one (whether Humans or Cybertronians) moved. Their ideological dispute can only be resolved by themselves. The repression and anger accumulated over nearly five million years completely erupted in the almost razed city of Chicago.

Optimus swung his right arm and summoned the energy axe. Megatron's flaw was right in front of him. He turned his body sideways, dodged the oncoming ion lightray, stretched out his left hand to grab Megatron's shoulder armor, and pulled him back hardly.

The axe blade came from top to bottom, and the Decepticon leader's head was pulled out of his body along with the spine steel bone and spark. A burst of fierce sparks and arcs burst out from the broken end, and energon sprayed all over the sky.

The air was silent for a long time, and after a while, the Autobot leader's low and magnetic metal voice finally sounded.

"It's over, Megatron."

He no longer called him "Brother". Because he understood that it was really not in that way anymore.

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Dylan Gould wanted to escape in a panic, but his strong will to survive still made him realize that this was a luxury.

The blockade of the Autobots and the NEST troops was too perfect. He would be stopped no matter which direction he ran. The most terrifying thing was that while he was still thinking of a solution, he found that the battle zone had shrunk again. This meant that the concentration of troops below was higher, and the probability of escaping from this area was almost negative.

He huddled in his office. The bartender outside had already died in the attack of the battleship a few hours ago -

- Separated from the upper and lower parts.

Dylan curled up on the soft sofa chair, whimsically hoping that Laserbeak or Shockwave or Soundwave would come back to save him. Unfortunately, except for the missing Laserbeak, there was no Decepticon left on the battlefield.

But he didn't know.

He only knew that he had lost.

Ever since he saw the eagle burn all the ships, ever since he saw the Decepticon mothership fall to the ground.

"Ah, there." Brain jumped in through the broken glass window first.

He and Wheelie were not missing during the whole battle because they were hiding. The mothership was destroyed by the both of them.

"Hey, B, Lenny, I found him."

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Lennox and Blake held a rifle, Carly approached in front of Sam and Mikaela.

She had already told the whole story, whether it was her father or brother, the surrenderers, or other processes.

"They will be proud of me. They are not like you, Dylan. Look at you, such a pathetic slave."

Blake nodded to the commander, took out the anesthetic and stabbed Dylan's neck. Several elite soldiers of the NEST troops immediately came forward to handcuff him and took him away.

He got two pairs of shackles.

"So that's is, huh?" Wheelie turned around in place, looked at Blake, then at Mikaela, and then at Carly, and said as he walked, "Reality tells us that we should never, never mess with earth women, because you would never know if the person you meet will be the 'super girl' or the 'black widow' among them."

Mikaela and Carly looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

"Oh hey, little guy, Blakey may not fit the category of 'black widow', you know what I mean?" Jazz couldn't help but start his trash talk instinct, "Optimus will cry if it is that so."

Under Ironhide's encouraging eyes, Sideswipe slapped the adjutant on the head.

"Ouch - !"

"Request, I order Jazz has to be received a full body check, Ratchet." Blake raised her eyebrows, her violet eyes gloating, "It has to be detailed to the DNA."

"Hey!!"

The Autobot medical officer threw the wrench up and down, and said, "Hmm, I'm glad to serve. Optimus?"

"Just do your best."

"Ok it's my bad, Optimus!!!"

A group of people temporarily rested and repaired at the ferry dock where its "foundation has not collapsed". They needed water so much. Bumblebee walked to the shore and squatted down honestly, staring at his old friends Sam and Mikaela.

They had been apart for a month and four days, missing each other every day and night, and worrying about each other's safety. Finally, they reunited a few hours ago, but due to the forced environment, they could only suppress their emotions.

Now they can finally give the lover a loving and sincere hug and kiss.

"Mikaela, never do this again." Sam said half-jokingly, "But my girlfriend is really the best."

"That just proves you have good taste." Mikaela showed a sexy and hot smile.

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It can be said that all this started and ended with the Gould family.

Three days before Mikaela disappeared, she went to the movie with Sam. The night after that day - while Sam went out to buy things, she packed her luggage and left their home.

The day she left, the morning, she went to the maintenance factory as usual to help her father's business, and Dylan Gould drove his car for routine check. Mikaela registered this business on behalf of her father. However, during the final payment process, Dylan received a call.

Soundwave.

The chief intelligence officer of the Decepticons said, “Humans, get ready.”

Dylan was a person who had a deep fear of the Decepticons. When this call entered his ears, his expression was obviously terrible. As for his answer, “I obey your orders, commander.” (After Starscream was killed by Blake, Sideswipe and Bumblebee, Soundwave took his place)

Unfortunately, Mikaela heard his words clearly.

「I obey your orders, commander.」

She originally thought that Dylan was just a soldier, but in the next second she saw that the watch on his wrist actually stretched out a spike on its own and pointed it at the skin underneath. Mikaela, who had experienced two Cybertronian wars, immediately understood something, and knew too well that the "commander" behind the phone could never be the damn Autobot adjutant Jazz or Blakey.

So she realized that there was a traitor among humans, and the traitor was standing right in front of her.

That night, she contacted Simmons on her cell phone. In order to prevent the danger of her communication equipment being monitored, she said tactfully on the phone, "Hey, our old friend, if you are the head of a company, but the files you think the most important are taken away by your competitors, what should you do?"

(Simmons' initial response was, "What the hell are you talking about, Kid?")

Then, she said, "What if the company you are in charge of has had many excellent employees stolen by corporate espionage? And by the way, suppose your company is also hacked, and now all the information is leaked, our enemies should be very happy, isn't it?"

Simmons finally found something wrong - after all, this is definitely not something that Mikaela would discuss with him - so he asked tentatively, "Are you talking about A plus B equals A, or A plus B equals C?"

Of course, the response on the other end of the phone was "A plus B equals A".

The extremely perceptive former head of Sector 7 immediately sensed something and called Dutch to go out in a hurry. As expected, when they arrived at the rental house where Mikaela and Sam lived together, she had been waiting for a long time.

They helped her pack up all her belongings and left quickly before Sam came home.
Mikaela wanted to protect Sam's safety, but she also understood that this matter had to be investigated. Simmons rarely agreed with her and believed that they had to act in secret, not to alert the enemy, not to anger the Decepticons, and to tell the NEST soldiers after the evidence was conclusive, so as to make a perfect plan to catch all the traitors at once.

They took a big risk.

Indeed.

So when Blake contacted Simmons for the first time, he was fully aware of it. He even asked Dutch to hack into the base program in Mikaela's mobile phone and destroy all the positioning systems.

As a result, they met Leo who had just finished the interview on the way. Leo has been more sensitive to "this aspect" since he participated in the Battle of Egypt. He had heard many stories that he had not personally experienced, and he also understood that under "normal circumstances", Mikaela and Simmons would never walk together "peacefully and strangely" like now.

He asked them, but Simmons stopped Mikaela who wanted to conceal the information. The reason was that Leo's face might have been imprinted in the CPUs of those radical extremists. He met with them today. If their operations were found by the Decepticons in the future while investigating Dylan, these Cybertronians would definitely think that Leo knew about these plans, and then capture him, torture him, or even kill him. In this case, it would be safer for Leo to stay with them.

Therefore, Leo was informed of the inside story, and he decided to join the "Phantom Operation" unilaterally and completely randomly named by Jazz with Simmons and his team.

Then, the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant incident happened. In fact, Shockwave had long understood what the Autobots were planning, whether it was to take back Sentinel Prime and the Pillars, or to hand over Blake and use Sky Heard Ship to provide rescue.

All of this was told to him by Soundwave.

Once, Mikaela and Dutch went out to buy necessities - Dutch was a bodyguard - and they passed by Soundwave, across the entire intersection. They had no idea that the intelligence officer had abandoned the satellite form and even turned into a Mercedes, they didn't notice him at all.

But Soundwave found them, he recognized that it was Sam's girlfriend Mikaela. Then he reversely hacked into her phone, found the base program from it, sneaked into the base program and secretly entered the all-in-one work station, and finally flowed through the station to the computer used by humans nearby, so as to eavesdrop on the Autobots' Chernobyl operation, and he packed the information, sent it all to Shockwave.

The intelligence officer was very smart. When he saw the files volume and other information in the station, he knew that it was something exclusive to the Autobots. In order to act cautiously, he turned to hack into the intelligence database used by humans in the base, and used the sound hole and speaker to get the news that he "just in passing" but accidentally obtained.

As for why the Autobots didn't communicate by turning off the insider channel?

Because they had reorganized and summarized the wave frequencies of various Decepticons as early as the end of Battle of Egypt. They found that the location of Soundwave was no longer in outer space, and because of the death of Starscream, the group reasonably speculated that Soundwave was recalled to the headquarter by Megatron to help.

NEST believed that the threat of eavesdropping no longer existed, they talked openly. It can be said that both the troops and the Autobots -

- They're all underestimated their shared-enemy.

Then, a series of storms swept over.

……

The young man hummed proudly, "But Bee, how long you gonna see? I don't want to say… ‘observe’."

"I can provide things such as rings, and wedding marches."

Little bee raised his two antennae and subconsciously flapped the small wings of the car door behind his back, the radio played a romantic background music that didn't match the surrounding environment. He opened the left and right armor on his chest and reached in to fiddle around.

Some gears that were knocked off during the fight just now fell down with a jingle.

He clapped his hands so hard.

"Want a bouquet?"

"Well... I can directly connect to the Internet to reserve a venue with the relevant units, but it may take a very large venue."

"And the dress, oh, human ceremonies are so complicated."

"Seriously, Sam, your brothers - aka all of us - present can be your wedding cars."

"And the boss is the forward line? Dude, why do I feel something weird?"

"Blakey should be on par with him."

"That's right."

"This may be the most amazing wedding ceremony in the history of Earth. There are people, aliens, and people fused with alien."

"And we also got soldiers, and Sector 7, oh, uh... CIA? I'm not sure."

Sam has a headache.

"Bee... Bee, calm down. Wait a minute, take your time, okay? Don't be that pressing, good? …Hey you guys just stop standing there and making troubles!"

Bumblebee shrugged, "I'm just trying to help out. But you said that... well..."

He stood up and picked up a gear and threw it in a certain direction. Optimus took it subconsciously and blinked his optics.

Then he closed his battle mask.

Blake stroked her forehead.

"It's too sudden." Simmons, who suddenly appeared from nowhere, shook his head as the Autobots stared at their leader.

The fact is that under the calm sea, there are always undercurrents. They don't know when it will erupt or when it will launch a fierce attack, but they can always be ready. Prepare for the fight, just like guarding the unchanging truth.

Although the earthlings are indeed not as beautiful as imagined, they have established a deep relationship with this beautiful blue planet, and here, they have more new companions.

For these precious things, the Autobots will never give up their second home, nor will they give up those humans with beautiful nature. What is worth defending, even if it costs death, they will fight to the end.

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"Unidentified missile swarm is coming! Thirty seconds!"

"Retreat!! Retreat all the personnel!"

"Go!"

"Jazz! Ratchet!"

"Stop making noise!"

"Who is that?! Where is the attacker!"

"You idiot this is a remote-controlled launch!"

"Where is Optimus and Blakey!"

"Damn scrap!! Lenny get out of the way!!!"

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"How is your work?"

"Done."

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「Don't Forget Chicago.」
「Report Aliens Activities.」

These two slogans are the most familiar and catchy in the past five years.

After the Battle of Chicago, leaders of various countries finally allowed their local war correspondents to investigate the city inside, although they were strongly stopped by the US Department of Defense troops on the periphery. But judging from these conditions, how good can it be?

They heard that there are human bones, Decepticons remains, ruins of high-rise buildings, countless weapons and burnt money everywhere.

Earthlings - most of them - hate Cybertronians.

Please note that this refers to "Cybertronians", not Decepticons or Autobots. Whether good or bad, seeing something similar will make them angry, even furious.

Well, there is a difference. For Decepticons, it is fear and hatred, and for Autobots... It's only hatred.

The world seems to have calmed down. After all, no one knows who ended the Washington base once.

Five years ago, thirteen missiles flew from an unknown land and completely bombed the alien cooperation base with the signboard "Department of Public and Health Services" into a ruin like Chicago. The people didn't know who did it, but no one cared.

They looked at this matter with an after-dinner entertainment mood and always believed the government's statement - the Decepticons did a "good deed" for revenge.

In fact, the government didn't know what was going on at all. The officials were just guessing. Anyway, not only the Autobots disappeared, but also the Decepticons, so it didn't matter. As long as humans can continue to live without gunfire, then they don't care even if all Cybertronians are extinct.

No one knows that there are underground forces hunting down all Cybertronians. Except for Charlotte who retired from the CIA, Simmons who seems to have an ambiguous relationship with Charlotte, and General Moschauer who turned to the shadow.

General Moschauer's group of senior officials have all been dismissed by the government since the Battle of Chicago. They hid, but they still kept in touch with Lennox and his troops.

They also trusted the Autobots, more than their own kind.

And they also protected their own people.

All three parties came together and investigated for nearly five years, but found nothing.

This is formidable.

Who has the ability to hunt down Cybertronians without leaving any traces?

Who is behind these attackers?

Is the government lying? Impossible.

The source of the thirteen missiles was invisible, as if they had appeared out of thin air.

The investigation team was really overwhelmed.

What's worse is that they have been completely unable to find the Autobot's leader and Autobot's Chief of Staff, as well as Bumblebee and the young men - Sam, Mikaela and Leo. And the most special one - Carly Spencer.

This girl resolutely joined NEST after the war, and her father and brother were protected by the government. After all, they were... victims of the dark dide of the Moon conspiracy.

Almost all of them were important roles on team's  missing list, which made them more anxious.

It has been a long time, and even if others are unwilling, Moschauer and his core crews can't help but start to think in the worst direction.

Maybe... they have all been annihilated.

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[United States, Northwest corner of Arizona, Colorado Grand Canyon]

"Scrap... still no clues?"

"... No..." A familiar male voice said, with a heavy tone, "There is a signal, but he has not responded."

"Maybe it's because of interference?" Another figure walked out from the corner, and the red glossy paint was more vivid in the dark space, "At least the sparkwave is still there."

"But he hasn't come back for three days and two nights, Dino."

"... Maybe he found something, I hope so."

Arcee leaned against the wall and sighed when she heard it.

This is a temporary shelter after the Washington base was bombed, but it is better to say it is a "new base" than a temporary shelter, even though the conditions here are too simple compared to the original one.

"By the way, where are the new ones?" Lennox turned around and asked.

"Doing their weapons and equipments routinely inspection." Epps replied.

New ones.

Two months ago, Jazz received three unknown signals. They thought it was "strange enemies" - they used this term temporarily to refer to the attackers who put NEST in this dilemma - but it turned out to be three Autobots.

Crosshair, Hound and Drift.

"Inspection? But Ironhide's here."

"Q helps those guys deal with weapons on my behalf." Ironhide seemed a little anxious, "Damn, what's going on with Ratchet!"

The space echoed. In fact, this base is not "outside", but "inside".

Inside the mountain.

They fled all the way here and spent a month and a half to build this base. That period was simply a nightmare. They hid here and there during the day to avoid being discovered by passers-by, and could only act at night.

"...Hey, there's another signal approaching."

Several people hurriedly approached the work station and saw a sparkwave slowly approaching Ratchet's quickly.

"Who is this?" Dino asked.

"...No, I don't know, but..."

But who could this Cybertronian whom they didn't know...?

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The underwater swamp rippled several circles, and two green beams gradually became brighter from the bottom. A tall black figure emerged from the water surface. He casually opened the waterproof mask and then turned his face into a...cannon barrel.

…Cannon barrel?

Another human figure hidden in the dark night paused, and from behind, it seemed that this person had just finished a rapid run.

Figure's shoulders rose and fell frequently, and she raised her hand to lower the brim of army green cap on her head.

Five years.

Finally found him.

Blake looked up at the helicopters hovering in the sky, and then looked out to assess the equipment of those vehicles for a while. Then, she stared at the pervert who turned his face into a cannon.

After the base was attacked, Optimus carried Sam and Mikaela, left separately from her. This was a last resort to prevent the Autobots from having no leader left in the end. She protected Leo and Carly and left. Adhering to the principle that "the most dangerous place is the safest place", after hiding at the Canadian border for two months, she abandoned the black Toyota form that was temporarily scanned for safety, randomly transformed into a Ford sedan and secretly set off in the middle of the night, and finally sneaked back to Chicago.

As a strock of luck, they met a group of strange people. This group of strangers seemed to be carrying something not good. Dozens of large trucks left the ruined city one after another. She secretly recorded the license plate numbers and hid in this place with Leo and Carly for two years.

During these two years, she found out very shocking information by following the eighteen license plates.

KSI.

A technology research and development company.

"A technology research and development company", those firewalls took her six hours to crack -

- This is the specification of Soundwave.

She noticed something was wrong, and was worried that her incomplete understanding of KSI might hurt other companions who had finally settled down and General Moschauer's group (Blake was looking at the message group, but she always pretended that she didn't see it).

Therefore, she copied Simmons's method, asked Leo and Carly's willingness, and with their consent, forged their identities, qualifications, disguises, etc., and then sent them into KSI.

The results of the three of them's search can be said to be very fruitful.

Now she not only knew who the guy who blew up the base with thirteen missiles was, but also knew that KSI was a company that secretly "produced" artificial Cybertronians under the name of "technology research and development".

She also knew that behind the whole thing - there was a leader nicknamed "Hell Hunter". And this leader was a fucking Cybertronian - Lockdown.

He was the key, Blake thought. In the next three years, she began to search for Optimus while tracking down this group of inexplicable enemies. She changed a total of eighteen car models and drew up eighteen holographic projections of different races and faces.

As a result, she found Lockdown, but still didn't find Optimus. But she knew he was still alive. Although his wave frequency signal was turned off, the special rhythm of the spark energy was still jumping.

Maybe it was a choice to protect Sam and Mikaela. After all, she also - did not take the initiative to contact any companions, and even locked her own frequency that could be tracked in one direction.

She tried to reduce her presence as much as possible, hiding behind the wall of a building, trying to avoid the unknown rays swept by the black body.

A middle-aged man in a black suit walked out of the Cemetery Wind convoy.

"Keep the formation and start the mini drone."

Scrap. Blake's heart tightened for a second and was about to retreat to the blind spot, but saw the small cameras flying away in another direction.

"Sir, the signal has been captured. He seems to be looking for something in the second chimney of the bow of the abandoned ship on the shore."

"Tell them to aim at the target and don't move yet." James Savoy raised his chin, with a button headphone in his right ear, "Wait."

Wait for what? She wondered, who are they targeting? Decepticons? Autobots?

Unfortunately, her human body could not know the identity of the owner of the signal. Blake looked around and luckily found a door. She opened it and walked in quietly.

Maybe they're waiting for another (perhaps would start a rescue) Cybertronian.

Whoever is the unlucky one on the ship today, she has to show up. The worst that can happen is that the Autobot and Decepticon work together for a few minutes.

"Come on, why haven't you shown up yet?" Savoy muttered to himself, as if asking, "You said that the 'Noah's Ark Dove of Peace' will be here. ...Got it. Squad, move."

The light source of the helicopter began to float up and down, and the interior of the hull gradually became brighter as the gunners entered. The dazzling white lighting was particularly making a uncomfortableness in the dark night.

A burst of explosions suddenly sounded, steel pieces and cement splashed everywhere, and a figure was forced out of the sparks.

Light green.

"Ah! ...NO! Stop! Don't... I am the Autobots' medical officer! Stop! ...No! I'm..."

"And you've already heard this once warning, I told you now, lock up those metals or die."

The long and bright eagle cry unexpectedly penetrated the continuous artillery fire and bullets. The huge white eagle broke through the roof of the flat building, and the silent female voice full of anger and murderous intent frightened Cemetery Wind like a gas explosion.

Except for Lockdown.

And the one who has been missing for three days and two nights and claims to be the Autobots' medical officer -

- Ratchet.

"Damn it! Where have you been all this time!!"

Do not mess with the medical officer. This is the law of the world.

"Someone said that if I don't speak, everything will be peaceful. Do you know what that means?"

Blake blinked her violet optics at him, and said to the group of people below - or just one, Lockdown, "So you misunderstood me as a 'peace dove', sir. I suggest you give up, otherwise, these soft caterpillars will experience what it means to 'play with fire' besides you."

Lockdown walked out of the dark, the barrel on his face pointed at her, and the fusion cannon in his right hand pointed directly at Ratchet.

She squinted her optics, thought for a while, and decisively pounced on the medical officer on the ground.

"Blakey! You basta - !"

The voice box was pressed down by the claws, he was almost ragious in a second, about to hit her wing with a wrench.

Andean Condor quickly retreated with her back to Lockdown. She won the bet. The pervert really wanted to lure her out - or Opten - as for the other Cybertronians who were killed (in fact, so far, they were all Decepticons, or had no faction affiliation), they were just their bait.

He didn't kill Ratchet just because one of the Autobot leaders finally showed up.

The Hell Hunter wants a big one.

All of a sudden, a shattering explosion sounded, close to the audio receptor.

"!!" Ratchet felt a cold, and subconsciously reached out his hand to touched his chest.

The joint axis of Blake's right-wing was blasted, and the energon splashed out, covered him.

"Ouch." She said calmly, and urgently turned off the sensory receptors from the CPU, barely maintained balance, and lowered her body along the wind to accelerate and soar away.

【Damn it!! Land now!】

【No, Ratchet. Just give me ten more minutes.】

【Blakey!】

【Nope, we will die faster if I go down now. I finally be here by these clues, and only staying alive can I do more.】

【But…】

【Please, Ratchet.】She interrupted her anxious old friend and said slowly,【In my apologies, I failed in my duty.】

The Autobot medical officer was startled, another familiar figure emerged from the memory sector.

So similar.

………………

"…How is it?" Jazz's usually casual voice was rarely uncertain and hesitant, "Are the results of the comparison out? Except for the one without data?"

A group of people crowded in front of the work station, Lennox and Epps stared at the human version of the computer screen and pressed the right button of the mouse.

Data was running out densely.