Airplanes!

Compared with the process of energy extraction, the outward output is much faster.

With just a few breaths, surging energy poured into the palm of his hand, and the metal fragments floated in mid-air to form the most basic energy skeleton.

A new spark appeared in Mawson's hands.

"The process is so much faster?!"

"Is it solidified?" Mawson thought with a frown.

"The entire energy body, or spark source, is created for the purpose of producing new sparks?"

"This is equivalent to a program, the process is simplified, no delicate operation is required, as long as the energy is output, the fire can be mass-produced."

Thinking of the intricate patterns and strange words that once appeared on the surface of the source of fire, Mawson had a slight understanding.

The characteristics of this energy are completely different from the water, fire, thunder and lightning that Mawson was exposed to, and he is more inclined to control the metal, perhaps it should be called metal energy?

Mawson isn't sure either.

He opened the shield on his chest, and the source of fire swirled and gradually enlarged in midair.

The bronze cube looks quaint and atmospheric, and the surface is carved with incomprehensible symbols and patterns, which seem to change at any time on closer inspection.

And on the whole, there is no way to tell where these patterns, or words, or symbols begin.

In this case, it is naturally extremely difficult to interpret.

"Skyfire, the old Cybertron, I need to find him and let him help me decipher, no, to guide me in this writing."

With a decision in his mind, Mawson immediately gave the order.

At the same time, on distant Saturn, Fallen King Kong stood up from the Iron Throne, "Optimus Prime has left Earth, but he actually took my star transformer!" ”

He roared and ripped off the repaired electronic components on his body, "Those Autobots haven't left yet, he will definitely come back, everyone assemble at once, I want to take over that planet and capture all the Autobots!" ”

Fallen King Kong clenched his fists and raised the scepter in his hand.

"The source of the spark is mine, and the planet Cybertron is also mine!"

"Let's go!!"

…………

Special Forces Secret Command Center.

Scarlett picked up a stack of papers and walked briskly to her office.

When she walked to the door, the young herald Ellie gave her a strange look, but her expression quickly returned to normal, and she bowed with her back straight, "Hello sir!" ”

Scarlett frowned slightly, but quickly stretched out, snorted softly and nodded.

Pushing open the door, a burst of fragrance came through.

On her desk, there was a large cluster of roses as red as the sun, and flowers spread all over the table.

Elle probed her head and looked into the room, "Sir, this is General Johnson......"

"Take it out, throw it away!"

Scarlett interrupted Ellie in a stiff tone.

However, the young girl who was intoxicated with romantic fantasies obviously did not realize the coldness in Scarlett's words, and still said to herself: "It's really enviable, I heard that General Johnson is the youngest powerful general in the entire Federation......"

"I said, throw this pile of garbage away for me!"

"Don't you understand?!"

Scarlett turned her head, her face covered with frost, and the invisible power overwhelmed her.

As the top ace who once struggled on the front line, Scarlett's power is not something that ordinary civilians like Elle can bear.

The little girl's face turned pale with fright, and she stepped back in a panic.

"Throw it away for me!"

"If there's a next time, let these unauthorized things into my office, you'll give me a roll back to the military academy!"

"Yes...... It's ......"

The little girl rushed to the office in fear, picked up the flowers on the table and threw them out of the room.

"What's going on?"

A handsome middle-aged man walked over, he was dressed in a modest military uniform, revealing his tall figure.

"General Johnson ......"

"It's none of your business here, go down."

Johnson waved.

Hearing the voice, the other people who ran out to see the excitement also quietly retracted, and it was better not to know the private affairs between the top bosses.

"It's just a few bouquets of flowers, I know it's your birthday, nothing else."

"You should know that Ellie's grandfather is also a federal parliamentarian, so he still has to give her some face."

Johnson exhorted.

"That's why she's here to stay."

Scarlett replied forcefully.

Johnson smiled wryly.

"You're always so tough, otherwise I'm afraid that with your qualifications, I'm afraid you would have become the real person in charge of the special forces a long time ago, where would it be my turn to parachute here."

"If you want to go further, you have to change your temper."

"It's my own business." Scarlett replied with a blank face.

Johnson's face froze slightly, "Scarlett, I've heard about you, we've known each other for a few years, but your attitude towards me is still cold. ”

Johnson shrugged.

"Even if you really want to reject me, you have to let me know what kind of person I lost to, right?"

"General...... If nothing else, I'm going to get back to work. Scarlett said as she walked into the office.

Boom!

Johnson took a few steps forward to block the doorway, "Scarlett ......"

"Go away!"

Scarlett raised her head, her face covered with frost, "If you don't want to get off the stage, just get out of the way for me immediately!" ”

The disguised kindness on Johnson's face instantly collapsed, and his forehead was covered with bruises, "I am the real leader of the special forces, and I have a way to ......"

"You feel free."

Scarlett pushed away Johnson, who was blocking the door, and then reflexively closed the door heavily, and a hideous look flashed in Johnson's eyes as he clenched his fists and took a few deep breaths.

By the time he turned around, he had regained his former peace and summoned Ellie, who was hiding in the corner of the hallway, to his side.

"I was reckless and made you implicated."

Elle was a little indignant, "General, you are so gentle, but Chief Scarlett ......" seemed to be unworthy for Johnson.

Closing the door, Scarlett rubbed her face tiredly, although the room was fragrant, she didn't feel any of the romance it deserved.

"What a pity so many flowers are wasted......"

A voice came.

Scarlett's expression was cold, and her body tensed violently, but in the next second, she relaxed.

A tall figure stepped out of the shadows of the room, picking up a sprig of roses scattered on the ground and handing it to Scarlett.

"This color goes well with your hair."

A smile spread across Scarlett's face, and she reached out to pick up the flower from the other's hand.

"Mawson, I don't know how you got in, but as soon as I shout now, you'll be surrounded in no time!"

"Would you like to give it a try?"

Scarlett looked at Mawson defiantly.

Boom!

Just as Scarlett's fingers were about to touch the rose, a flame rose and the flower burned, and a dancing flame appeared in the air.

"Try it, try it, who's afraid of whom?"

Mawson responded.