Seeing that he had arrived at his destination, Simmons temporarily put away his thoughts, opened the car door and got out of the car first.

It will take some time for the headquarters to investigate suspicious vehicles and analyze the remains of alien creatures, so let's complete the task at hand first.

But when Simmons and his men strode through the bush fence outside and into the courtyard, his eyes couldn't help but froze.

I saw a brand-new red Porsche Roadster quietly parked in front of the flat lawn, and this sports car was exactly the same as the one in the surveillance video that Simmons had just seen!

Although it is not yet possible to confirm that this car is the one that appeared in the surveillance video, Simmons' intuition tells him that it is definitely not just a coincidence!

"Fence this place for me! Don't let one get away! ”

Simmons immediately beckoned his men to disperse, controlling all the windows and doors that could escape, while he himself led a few people directly to the main entrance and rang the doorbell.

Soon, a middle-aged man who was a little fat opened the door with a puzzled face.

"Ronald Vecchi?"

After seeing the middle-aged man, Simmons asked directly with a straight face.

"It's Vitwich! Who are you? ”

The middle-aged man asked with a puzzled expression after correcting it.

"We are a government department, District 7!"

Simmons said as he flashed a silver badge that resembled a police badge.

The middle-aged man frowned and looked at the badge, and couldn't help blinking.

"I've never heard of it."

"Not in the future!"

Simmons said flatly, then stared into the middle-aged man's eyes and continued to ask.

"Your son is Archibald Vecchi's great-grandson, right?"

"It's Vitwich!"

The middle-aged man, who is also Sam's father, Ronald Witwich, corrected him again, but also admitted Simmons's problem in disguise.

Confirming the identity of the target, Simmons didn't plan to waste any more time, looked at Ronald, who was still blocked in the doorway, leaned over and put his head in front of him, and asked in a cold voice.

"May I come in, sir?"

Although it was an inquiry, Simmons obviously didn't mean to ask for advice, and after speaking, he went directly with a few of his subordinates.

Inside the house, Sam's mother shouted through the window as she looked out at a group of black suits guarding the yard outside.

"Ronald, there's a lot of people out there!"

Ronald was also puzzled by this sudden change, and immediately didn't care about Simmons' rudeness, frowning and asking.

"What the hell is going on?"

Simmons didn't answer his question, but pointed to the red sports car parked in front of the lawn outside the door.

"Who's that Porsche out there?"

Ronald couldn't help but feel a sudden burst in his heart when he heard this, Sam had doubts when he told him that someone had exchanged a Porsche for his second-hand Chevrolet, but after Sam's gambling and swearing and his classmate Miles testified, Ronald believed him, but now it seems that there must be something wrong with this car!

But it's too late to say anything now, and in the face of Simmons' questioning, Ronald has no choice but to tell the truth.

"My son, Sam's, what's wrong?"

"Did he drive out tonight, and when did he come back?"

Simmons' expression was still very serious.

"Uh, I went out in the evening, and I just came back shortly after, what the hell happened?!"

Ronald's heart was extremely worried, for fear that Sam had done something illegal.

And Simmons heard his answer, completely confirmed the previous guess, and couldn't help but get excited in his heart, for his question, Simmons finally answered this time.

"Your son is involved in a top-secret incident, and we think it's a matter of national security!"

"National security?"

Ronald was a little confused.

How can a sports car have anything to do with national security?

While Simmons and Ronald were talking, a group of black suits were busy inside and outside the house, constantly probing around with a device.

At this time, Sam heard the movement downstairs and walked down, and when he saw the many black suits inside and outside the house, he couldn't help but feel a bad feeling in his heart.

Simmons' eyes lit up when he saw Sam, but he didn't talk nonsense to Ronald anymore and went straight to Sam.

"Boy, are you called Sam?"

"That's right."

Sam replied with a pretentious pretense of uneasiness.

"Where have you been tonight?"

Simmons' eyes were fixed on Sam as he spoke.

"Well, I drove out for a ride."

Sam tried to be natural, but how could he escape Simmons' vicious eyes.

"Going for a ride alone?"

Simmons asked urgently.

Sam couldn't help mentioning it when he heard this, he naturally didn't want to involve Michaela, so he nodded quickly and said without hesitation.

"That's right, it's just me!"

Simmons looked at Sam's evasive eyes and easily saw that he was lying, but instead of rushing to dismantle him, he continued to ask.

"So, have you seen anything strange?"

"Strange things? Of course not, everything is normal! ”

Sam said with a pretended lightheartedness.

It's just that Simmons didn't believe a word of what he said!

But he didn't expect to get the answer he wanted on the spot, he was just testing Sam, and apparently, Sam was hiding something!

Just as Sam was retreating under Simmons' eyes, Simmons' cell phone suddenly rang.

Simmons glanced at Sam, then took out his phone and checked it, and soon, a smile appeared on Simmons' face, turned the phone, handed the screen to Sam, Simmons said with a sneer.

"Looks like our little guy isn't telling the truth!"

Sam looked at his phone, and saw that it was a surveillance camera at an intersection that captured the picture of him driving a Porsche sports car, and in the co-pilot, Michaela's face was clearly visible!

Sam was a little flustered when he saw this, but he still gritted his teeth and explained.

"We met on the road."

Simmons sneered and looked at Sam without speaking, it was true that this alone did not confirm that he had indeed been in contact with alien creatures, but they had an easier way to do so.

Sector 7 has studied Megatron for decades, so naturally there are corresponding means of detection.

Simmons stretched out his hand, and his subordinate immediately handed over a set of hand-held detection instruments.

This is a detector that specializes in detecting radiation on Transformers, and as long as there is contact with Transformers, this instrument can detect it.