Sam, who had been stimulated all day, was taken away by a bumblebee, and when he left, his mouth was still stuffed with Fisher's secret biscuits, and the child was frightened all day, and he didn't eat much or rest, so after getting into the car, he soon fell asleep.

Not long after the Autobots left, a team of Chevrolets crossed the street in a very arrogant manner, appeared on the street, surrounded Burns's small courtyard, and then a group of tall men in black clothes and black sunglasses jumped out of the car.

"One team surrounds here, two teams knock on the door with me, and three teams are responsible for searching the yard!" A curly-haired man chewing gum arrogantly assigned tasks to the men he had brought.

“r，，r！”

Dozens of agents trampled over the well-tended lawn like wild boars, some sweeping around with radiation equipment, others carrying shovels and digging holes in the yard.

"Dangdang!" The curly-haired man knocked on the wooden door that Fisher had kicked overwhelmed, and then he heard a very crisp click coming from inside.

"Squeak!" Burns, holding a shotgun, put the muzzle of the gun in the face of the split-headed man and walked out the door.

"Calm down, calm down first! You have to know that there are 30 of us! The man slowly raised his hands, and then the agent he brought with him immediately raised his gun, and the two sides confronted each other.

"30 people? Is it a lot? The agents looked up and saw Fisher standing on the roof with a bazooka in one hand and a 320 grenade launcher in the other, "Everyone, put the guy down!" ”

"Wait, I'll introduce myself!" The split-headed man cursed in his heart, and then took off his sunglasses, "I'm Agent Ricky Simon in District 7, and I'm here just to investigate!" ”

"Yes, Agent Simon, then I think you also know that American law says that it is okay to trespass on other people's territory and be killed!"

"Then I think I can find the police to investigate the problem of your forbidden firepower!"

"Why, as an intelligence worker, I put a few bazookas to defend myself, is there a problem?" Burns continued to slap the muzzle of his gun at the other man, and poked Agent Simon in both jaws vigorously.

"What, let's put away our guns first!" Seeing that his mission would be delayed if this continued, Agent Simon waved his hand and motioned for his men to put down their guns.

After the situation eased, Agent Simon Stert showed his intentions, and Confused did not hide his traces when the presidential plane was sabotage, and the hackers of the Department of Defense naturally knew what those aliens were looking for, and the agency responsible for dealing with Transformers (they called non-biological alien lifeforms) in District 7 immediately divided into two ways, one way to Sam's house, and the other way to find Fisher, who was the buyer.

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

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

"No, no, the United States is a democratic country, we will ensure the will of citizens, especially if the two are still public officials, we will not force it!" see

Standing at the bazooka in the doorway, Simmons said against his will.

"Are you leaving?" Fisher looked at Burns.

"Let's go!" Burns sighed, he had served his country for decades, and now he was disgusted by another group of people, he was angry, but when he thought of the roadblock that had been dragged away before, he could only endure the discomfort and nodded in agreement.

At the same time that the agents on this road were not smooth, the other agents were also unlucky, when they went to find Sam, they encountered the confusion that also came to Sam, although the confusion that was only a few tens of centimeters tall seemed to be very weak, but it was compared to other Transformers, the confusion that conjured up four energy cannons directly and the agents who found their whereabouts fought at Sam's house, Sam's father's carefully designed house turned into a ruin in ten minutes, if it wasn't for the bumblebee to rush to the rescue, I'm afraid that the parents of those agents Sam would have suffered, After seeing the force of Bumblebee, the agents of District 7 were also a lot more polite, and in the name of protection, they pulled Sam's family, including the Chihua, into the car to District 7, including Bumblebee.

It's just that these agents did a stupid thing, they didn't check whether the confused body was dead or not by the bumblebee in two, and they packed the confused corpse and took it away.

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Before coming, Simmons did investigate the identities of the two, but Burns was fake because of his work, but Fisher's information Simmons dared to swear with his mother's dentures that it was true, but the other party did not act like some soldier who had retired due to injury and illness.

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

"It's been more than 10 years!" Simmons replied angrily.

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

"Puff ............" The agent driving the car almost burst out laughing.

"No, I'm just an ordinary member now, it's my pursuit to defend our America, so I won't covet fame and fortune or anything like that!" Simmons glared at the driver angrily and replied.

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

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

"Then you ............"

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

Fisher didn't feel like it was enjoyable, and continued to mend the knife, humming a running drill song to himself, what poor children went to war, and rich children immediately broke the defense of the agents in the car with lyrics such as happiness, and everyone burst into tears all of a sudden, but the last dignity of the man did not make them cry.

"Agent Simon, if work doesn't go well, let's go sell saltwater salmon together, I'll fund you to be a clerk, and we can take your mother over to live with us!"

"I ......" Simmons really didn't want to get away from Fisher, who was getting more and more energetic in the back, so he simply plugged in his earplugs and prepared to wait until he got to the seventh district of the Hoover Dam to clean up Fisher.

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