The clear water was mixed with muddy blood and oil, and a crack about two meters long and about fifty centimeters wide appeared in the stern of a Ticonderoga. Waters poured in from the breach, and the crew of the ship, which had lost power, could only watch as the warship under them sank because of this worthless breach.

There were no lights in the chamber, only dark red dots of light that flickered from time to time moving rapidly in the halfway point of the water.

They were two rugby-shaped mechanical beings the size of a microwave, and in fact, their previous work on the ship was to bake food in the microwave. Four pairs of flexible, slender metal appendages stretched out from the sides of their bodies, leaving tiny imprints on the surrounding metal.

Several bodies that had not had time to leave the cabin and were drowned in it were floating and sinking in the water, and after two rugby balls squeaked together and exchanged a few words, they called for more of their kind and dragged them to the bottom of the sea.

There are more than a dozen lifeboats floating on the sea, and they are crowded with frightened crews. They were the luckier ones, rushing out of the cabin at the first moment of the accident and not being locked inside. At the moment, the highest-ranking military officer present was a major, who was directing the crews of the dozen or so lifeboats to try to gather together in an attempt to board the aircraft carrier to contact the command of the fleet. There, at least, there is a better chance of being rescued.

"Look, God, what is that!"

On the lifeboat at the rear of the side, several sailors pointed to the water and screamed in terror, their expressions contorted, as if they had seen something unbelievably terrifying. One of them picked up his rifle and shot wildly at the sea, and the crisp sound of gunfire echoed on the surface of the sea, accompanied by the man's crazy laughter, and for a moment, everyone, whether they saw what was under the surface of the sea or not, fell into some kind of great panic.

"That's, what ......" one after another, the people who stared at the surface of the sea could no longer take their eyes off the silver white that soothed and gracefully swept under the lifeboat, as if the silver-white metal creature with its graceful curves had some wonderful magic that devoured their gaze, their spirit, and even everything.

The round eyeballs with a diameter of nearly five meters slid abruptly on the silver-white surface, and immediately more than a dozen people jumped into the water following the light blue eyes full of inexplicable charm, and they frantically dived underwater, completely ignoring the lack of oxygen and water pressure that their bodies could not bear. When it completely passed under the lifeboat, there were no more than a dozen empty boats floating on the sea, and all the sailors had become real "sailors".

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"Captain Hoffman, wake up!"

The old man only felt as if he was in some huge steamer that was dark and stuffy, and he was almost out of breath. Someone else kept shaking his body so hard that he was bored and vomited.

"What's going on... It happened... What the... Where are we......" he asked intermittently, feeling as if he was about to be roasted.

The crisp sound of gunfire rang in his ears, as well as the sound of explosions and the miserable screams of humans, and he smelled the pungent smell of gunsmoke, and the familiar smell of blood and steel.

"I think... I feel like I'm back on the battlefield in Afghanistan, this damn familiarity... It's disgusting......"

"Hey, sir, you're finally awake, what are we going to do next?!" Hoffman blinked, and the scene in front of him gradually became clearer, but he immediately closed his eyes again, his lips twitched, and muttered to himself, "This is impossible, I must not have woken up yet, otherwise how could I see something like Transformers attacking us!"

Five minutes later, he finally understood what was happening.

These mechanical monsters that suddenly appeared, ranging from the fighter planes parked on the deck to the water heaters in the bathrooms, somehow cut off all power on the entire aircraft carrier, even the backup power supply was cleaned, and all external communications were cut off. As for why he fainted, the reason was simple, his phone turned into a small robot with the Apple logo on it, giving him a crisp electric shock.

Right now, there were only about twenty people left with him, armed with weapons scavenged from several cabins, as well as various axes, crowbars, and the like, and they were being besieged in the dormitory area below deck by more than a dozen mechanical monsters.

"These monsters don't seem to want to kill us, they feel more like they're ...... Play. After hesitating for a while, one of the combat staff officers whispered, "But it's still useless, our firepower can't even defeat the smallest mechanical monster," his face turned gray, "God, are we going to be captured by these monsters and made into batteries?!"

"You've seen too much of The Matrix!" Hoffman whispered unceremoniously, "As long as we're alive, there's hope!" Martin, don't take the movie nonsense for granted!"

A voice with a slight smile rang out, full of metallic texture, "Humans always like to make a fool of themselves, and even if you put the facts in front of them, these strange creatures can turn a blind eye. ”

"Of course, Cloud-Climbing Leopard, you're right, but it doesn't make sense. Whether they admit it or not, it's all true. Their so-called powerful fleet is actually so fragile that it is not much stronger than a blank sheet of paper in front of powerful berserkers. Another voice interjected, he was so evil that it sent chills down the bone's side even to everyone who heard it.

A minute later, everyone had a broken leg and was dragged to the flight deck.

The Panyun Leopard who spoke at the beginning sat cross-legged next to the broken leg man who was neatly arranged in a large phalanx, chatting with them quite happily.

"Why do we do this, you ask?" the tall mechanical creature shrugged, "This is the order, the mission given to us by the Great Primal Celestial, the first command engraved in the core of the Cybertrons. ”

He used his thick fingers to carefully flick the human lying on the hot deck, "It's incredible that such a small individual can make such a magnificent steel thing. Even we rarely make something of this size. ”

"So, Mr. Panyun Leopard," Colonel Hoffman asked, reluctantly reluctantly saying through the intense pain and the heat, "what do you want to do?"

"You'll find out soon," the curious quirky robot moved his shoulder, "and you'll be lucky enough to see Cybertron's greatest technograph, the Super Deep Mobile Fortress, Pacina." ”

"What's that?"

"That's it, she. ”

The silver-white steel wings pierced the sea, and in the white and blue waves, the blue flames rose!