Santa Monica, California, a luxury villa built by the sea.

Dylan Goode is in a very good mood during this time!

As the richest man in the world, although in the eyes of the outside world, he is more like a playboy who does what he wants, living a variety of extravagant lives every day that outsiders can't imagine.

But the real situation is only known to him and a very small number of henchmen!

The Goode family, which rose to prominence after World War II, is undoubtedly the best proof of America's dream of wealth in the twentieth century.

But they don't know the real secret of the rise of the Goode family.

The wealth and glory of the Goode family are all obtained by selling the secret information of the earth, especially the United States, to the aliens for two generations, and even being willing to act as the executioner of the aliens to influence the politics and technology of the United States and even the earth.

Yes, if the word 'ball rape' has been born on Earth, then Dylan Goode and his deceased father are ball rapists.

Holding a new Victoria's Secret supermodel, Dylan Goode smiled as she walked towards the bathroom.

When her figure disappeared completely, the smile on his face disappeared immediately.

Looking at an antique camera that looked a little worn out on the bedside table in his extravagant bedroom, Dylan Goode said in a low voice.

"Didn't I tell you, if there is something we talk about during the day, did I sell my life to you Decepticons? Don't even have a little personal time? ”

The antique camera on the bedside table split into three in an instant, turning into three miniature Decepticons.

They are the three members of the Camera Squad, an intelligence organization under the command of the Decepticon Legion, who are the beamsplitter, the reflector, and the condenser.

The reflector jumped off the bedside table and replied indifferently as he walked, "You and your father have indeed sold all your lives to us Decepticons!" ”

This sentence choked Dylan Goode enough.

His face was a little ugly, and he was about to open his mouth to refute when he heard another sarcastic voice sound.

"Earthlings don't know where your family's wealth and technology came from, do you think we'll forget?"

Dylan Goode choked on the ground, his chest rising and falling violently, but finally he snorted softly and didn't say more.

The beamsplitter is right, the reason why their Goode family was able to rise rapidly after World War II, although his father was indeed meritorious, but it was the Decepticons who really made their family rise.

Without the gold provided by the Decepticons, the Goode family would not have become entrenched in the accounting and financial fields.

Without the technology provided by the Decepticons, some of the technology companies invested by the Goode family would not have become Silicon Valley giants one by one.

After being taught a lesson by several Decepticons from the camera team, Dylan Goode, who had lost his temper, could only suppress the anger and unhappiness in his heart and waved his hand: "Okay, okay, you have the final say...... Tell me, what's the dirty work for me to do? Let me start by saying that you sent me to Trindaddy Island to meet the Decepticons, and the FBI is still monitoring me! ”

Thinking of the chameleon who had not heard from him, the corners of Dylan Goode's mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

The miniature Decepticon that could be transformed into a watch was sent to him by the Decepticons.

In the name of protecting his partner, the chameleon kept watch on him twenty-four hours a day.

The guy who wasn't too good-tempered would give Dylan Goode some exciting lessons from time to time.

Tightening his arms and torturing him is nothing.

The most unacceptable thing for Dylan Goode is that when he wakes up in the morning, the guy will occasionally transform into a hideous metal centipede and suddenly appear in the field of vision, and also make a posture of attacking himself.

After a few times, it has already left an indelible shadow in his heart.

Therefore, after the chameleon disappeared after meeting Chaos from Trindaddy Island, Dylan Goode not only did not feel a little sad, but even his good mood in the last half month was almost all caused by its disappearance.

The face of the reflector's fist-sized face was full of hideousness, "FBI? Are you the idiots who want to put bugs in your home? If we want, we can kill all the humans they planted around you in a matter of minutes! ”

The undisguised killing intent in his words really startled Dylan Goode.

"Don't!"

He hurriedly stopped the inconspicuous miniature Decepticon in front of him, who knows where he got so much anger with such a small body.

Almost half of Dylan Goode's estate and family assets are in the United States.

Once the FBI agents who were monitoring and investigating him were killed, he knew with his ass that the government would suspect him in the first place.

Dylan Goode shuddered just thinking about the dirty things he and his father had done for the Decepticons over the past half century.

Illegally stealing and spying on major scientific research institutions in the United States, assassinating the relevant persons in charge of the Apollo lunar exploration program and astronauts, assassinating some scientists in the American nuclear industry and blaming the former Soviet Union, secretly collecting intelligence for the Decepticons, kidnapping humans and sending them to the Decepticons for experiments.

Even a small part of these things are enough to anger the United States and wipe out Dylan Goode in a thunderous way, and the Goode family, which was established after more than half a century of hard work with their father and son.

At that moment, he threatened: "Don't go too far, once the FBI people who are investigating me die, they will definitely devote more force to investigating me." In case the things I did are exposed, the intelligence network that the Goode family spent more than half a century building for your Decepticons will be all in vain. ”

Angry, Dylan Goode stood up from where he had been sitting.

He still remembered that there was a Victoria's Secret supermodel in the private bathroom in the luxurious bedroom, and he pushed open the glass door on the other side of the bedroom, walked to the balcony with an intuitive sea view, sat down at the viewing table there, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it up.

The three Decepticons of the camera team let out a disdainful laugh as they didn't care if Dylan Goode lived or died.

But what the red spider confessed, I still have to say.

At the moment, the reflector of the boss of the camera team also walked to the balcony.

He was just about to give Dylan Goode an order from the Red Spider, when suddenly, an inconspicuous red light in the sky made his expression froze, and he immediately fled frantically towards the bedroom in the back.

"Missile, run!"

It's a pity that the mirror is still a little slower.

Almost at the same time as his roar was shouted, a missile had already hit the balcony where Dylan Goode was.

With the piercing sound of explosions and firelight, the revenge from Sun Cheng began.

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