Before Sam and Michaela could come up with a solution, Director Simmons of District 7 had already barged into his house with his men like devils entering the village.

It's not an exaggeration, it's really like a devil entering the village.

As soon as they arrived at Sam's house, they took their instruments and probed everywhere, and then took away items with high radiation levels.

Outside Sam's house is the territory of bumblebees, and there is confusion indoors, and almost everywhere there is a super high radiation value.

So, their belongings were removed as well, even the flowers and plants that Sam had carefully tended to were dug up and taken away, and the originally beautiful little garden looked like it had been cut by a dog.

Sam, Michaela and Bumblebee, who were the top priority, were surrounded by a large number of agents, but they were trembling one by one, as if they were surrounded not by two people and a car, but by a group of prehistoric monsters.

Sam raised his hands and shouted, "Simmons, Director Simmons, I know it's you leading the team, I'm going to talk to you!" ”

Simmons appeared in front of them, with a detector in his hand, and as soon as he approached them, the detector frantically alarmed.

"Take it away!"

"Simmons, I want to talk to you!"

"When I get to my destination, I'll talk to you properly!"

Simmons didn't want to deal with him, he just wanted to get the scene under control as quickly as possible, especially the Chevrolet with the scrambled radio in the garage.

Sam broke free of the two agents who controlled him and rushed to Simmons: "I know who they are and where they came from......"

Then, before he could finish his sentence, he was pressed by the agent next to him by the shoulders and forced to lie on the ground.

"Let him go."

Simmons waved his hand to let Sam go of his men and asked, "Tell me everything you know, and I'll give you preferential treatment as appropriate." ”

Sam rubbed his aching shoulders, "You're looking for a giant robot that can turn into a car, right?" ”

Simmons' eyes froze: "Go on." ”

Sam: "Their names are Transformers, and they're silicon-based lifeforms from the distant planet Cybertron who came to Earth to retrieve their source of the Ultimate Flame.

They are divided into two factions, one is called the Decepticons, who want to use the source of fire to create an army and rule the earth; There is also a faction called the Autobots, who are peace-loving and want to help Earth defeat the Decepticons. ”

Simmons: "How do you know?" ”

He didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary young man would know so much, not only knowing that the alien robots were from Cybertron, but also knowing that they were divided into two factions, and even knew the philosophy and purpose of the two factions.

At first, he received feedback from the police station that a young man named Sam Vitvich had gone to the police station to report that his car had run away, so he checked by the way.

As a result, it was found that Sam was a descendant of the adventurer Captain Vitwich, who was the first human on Earth to discover non-living intelligent life (Megatron).

This gave him some associations.

Sure enough, Sam knew a lot more about non-living intelligent life than the specialized agency of District 7.

The only two explanations are either the secrets left behind by Captain Vitwich that only their family knows; Either Sam has contact with this non-living sapient life.

Sam was about to reply that Optimus Prime had told him when he heard Bumblebee frantically changing radio channels again, meaning that he would recommend the novel "Transformers" to Simmons.

So his answer was, "I saw it in a novel." ”

"Novels?"

Simmons smiled, "I didn't expect your great-grandfather to write a novel about his adventures, but why have I never heard of it?" ”

Obviously, Simmons thought that the novel Sam was talking about was an autobiographical adventure novel left behind by Captain Whitwich.

Sam: "...... The novel I'm talking about wasn't written by my great-grandfather, but an online novel written online by a Chinese. ”

Simmons: "......"

He feels like he's been tricked, and you're going to say that the news was told to you by aliens, Thaksin Faith; You read the news from a web novel in Hua Guo, which is simply insulting his IQ.

It seems that after bringing this kid back to the base, he wants to have a good "chat" with the other party and let the other party know that deceiving the agents of the seventh district is a big crime that threatens national security.

Sam took out his phone, which was still stuck on the novel page: "Look, it's this novel, and it's all in what I'm talking about." ”

Simmons took the "evidence" and looked at the square words on it: "Do you know Chinese?" Come, read it, what does this word read? ”

Sam: "......"

Fake, forget that he doesn't know Chinese, and he can't escape the charge of teasing the head of the secret department.

Simmons: "Don't lie to me, we have a linguist in our department, he is fluent in seven languages, and Chinese is one of them, and he is here right now." ”

Sam: "...... Director Simmons, why don't you get him and see him first? ”

Simmons: "You're really hard-mouthed, do you think I'm scaring you?" Okay, I'm going to let you die. Lester, come here, here's a text you can translate. ”

As soon as he gave the order, a twenty-six or seventeen-year-old man came over, answered OK, and took the mobile phone to look.

That's six or seven minutes.

Sam was nervous and curious, wondering what those square words were written on, and if it wasn't about Transformers, but all kinds of vindictive horses, would Simmons put him in an insane asylum in a fit of rage?

Simmons: "Lester, I know that since I am proficient in Chinese, I especially like to read Chinese online novels, but can you pay attention to the occasion, you can tell me directly now, this kid is playing me, you can read the novel slowly when you go back." ”

Lester reluctantly put down his phone: "Sir, I'm afraid this gentleman didn't play tricks on you, this novel is indeed about non-living intelligent life, and the content is similar to what we know."

Including the attack on the Sankerson base, there is a detailed description in it, saying that a group of aliens called the Decepticons did it.

By the way, whose phone is it? I just saw the highlights, and I was excited to reward an alliance leader, about 170 meters. ”

Simmons couldn't believe it: "What you said is true, is it really the story of intelligent life in non-living organisms?" ”

Sam felt so heartache that he couldn't breathe, 170 meters was not enough to sell four pairs of his great-grandfather's glasses, and more than half of the money he made by selling old things these days had gone at once.

"It's my phone, it's my money! How can you do that? Money! Lose me money! Sam said angrily.

Simmons made a blank face: "How does a Chinese person know that non-living intelligent creatures, oh, you are talking about Transformers, and write a novel and spread it?"

You don't even know Chinese, how did you find this novel? Did you tell this author about Transformers?

I now declare that all your illegal gains will be confiscated for the crime of leaking state secrets and endangering national security! ”

Sam was dumbfounded.