Seeing Wang Dali, who was at the same speed as the car outside the car window, Seymour's first reaction was to take out his pistol from his pocket and aim it at him to shoot the bullets inside.

"Mr. Wang?!"

But then, Sam and Michaela, who were sitting in the back seat, their hands handcuffed, let out an exclamation at the same time.

"Mr. Wang?"

Pointing to Wang Dali, who was maintaining a uniform speed outside the car and the car, Seymour, whose face was cloudy, asked Sam and Michaela in surprise.

"You know him?"

"Don't you know him? Mr. Wang is also a government worker, and he is still in charge of aliens! He seems to have called your name just now! ”

Instead of answering his question, Sam asked Seymour rhetorically.

"Aren't you colleagues?"

"There are so many people in your school, can you still know every single one of them?"

Seymour retorted Sam with a simple example. Then, he still showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"And I've never heard of any of my colleagues being able to run at a speed of 110 kilometers per hour on their legs!"

However, considering the speed shown by the other party and the fact that he had just called out his name, Seymour, who was also considered an upper-middle manager in the seventh district, took a deep breath and said to the driver next to him.

"Parking"

"Sir, are you telling the truth?"

The driver said to Sam with some horror that he obviously didn't want to do this.

"Ha, what kind of agent of the seventh district, he doesn't even obey his own driver!"

Michaela, who had just been lifted by Seymour's sore feet, said sarcastically to him, causing a burst of unhappiness on his face, and looked at his driver viciously and said angrily.

"I order you to stop!"

Under Seymour's gaze, which seemed to be about to eat people, the driver finally did not dare to disobey his orders. As the leader of the convoy slowed down, the entire convoy of the 7th district came to a halt with it.

Seeing this, Wang Dali also slowly stopped his steps and tidied up the clothes that had just been blown a little scattered by the wind.

By the way, the dress was lent to him by Sam, and it was a little small.

As soon as he got out of the car, several agents of the 7th District wearing black suits pulled out the pistols they were carrying, and surrounded Wang Dali with the muzzles of the black holes. Under the gaze of a group of black-clad agents with suspicious expressions, Seymour approached Wang Dali with an isotope tester.

Sure enough, after just a slight test, the instrument in Seymour's hand issued a red alarm.

"Fourteen Rad, there has been direct contact!"

"Isn't your behavior too rude to friends from parallel worlds who have come to this world for a friendly visit?"

Regarding Seymour's behavior, Wang Dali frowned slightly,

"Parallel worlds?"

As a small supervisor of the 7th arrondissement, Seymour has certainly heard the term.

"You mean, you're from another parallel world?"

Seymour wanted to laugh at the other party's theory that it was just a conjecture and there was not even a little evidence. But thinking of the speed that Wang Dali showed just now, the corners of his mouth twitched, but he found that he couldn't laugh no matter what.

It's like someone saying that a gun without a gun can stab someone to death, and others laugh and don't believe it, and they are immediately stabbed to death.

"That's right."

Wang nodded vigorously, not feeling nervous at all because he was pointed at several guns. Or rather, it was the agents of the Seventh District who were surrounding him who were nervous at this time.

"I started out in the world I was still in, but I found that I couldn't connect with the special UN agencies of my world. After making a few phone calls, I realized that I had actually traveled to another universe. ”

"Special agencies of the United Nations?"

Handing over the instrument in his hand to his subordinates, Seymour took a few steps back, stood in the crowd and asked vigorously.

"What agency?"

"Don't inquire about any institution, there is no such thing in this world anyway, and you don't know if I say it."

Wang vigorously shook his head, obviously not planning to spread the 'prestige' of S.H.I.E.L.D. to other worlds for free.

"I thought I would be able to live a peaceful life, but it turned out that your world was just as dangerous as mine."

"Dangerous?"

Hearing the word, Seymour laughed. The other party's procedures seem to be the same as their own, and after some intimidation to frighten the target, they will naturally answer all questions.

His expression gradually relaxed, thinking that the other party was completely bluffing. Aside from the frightening speed just now, it shouldn't be a big deal.

"What's the danger? You point it out to me? ”

He laughed vigorously at the king, not believing the other party's statement at all.

Then, Wang Dali pointed out to him.

"Look."

At some point, the Autobots led by Optimus Prime have silently surrounded this group of convoys in the seventh district. A huge shadow shrouded the area, and only a meager glow was under the street lamp where Wang Dali was.

They took human form, covered their faces with battle armor, and pulled out huge cannon holes that could even be stuffed directly into the convoy and aimed them at the convoy. Energy slowly poured from their tinder into the weapon, glowing with blue, yellow, and white.

The black-clothed agents of the seventh district looked at the terrifying size of Optimus Prime and the others and the giant cannon in their hands, and then at the small pistol in their hands, and threw it away with great interest and raised their hands.

……

One by one, left handcuffed and right, the agents of Ward 7 formed in a circle and were handcuffed to a telephone pole on the side of the road.

The worst of them all was Seymour, because not only was he handcuffed, but even his blazer was ripped off, leaving only a pair of shorts with red and white stripes.

At this time, the autumn wind is bleak, and I hope he won't catch a cold tomorrow.

Sam's glasses, along with his parents, are escorted by another convoy belonging to the researcher. Before Optimus Prime could ask about the glasses, a black convoy of vehicles identical to those of the Seventh Agent appeared in the middle of the road not far away.

"Autobots, transform and retreat!"

With Optimus Prime's order, Iron Sheet punched the ground, releasing a small EMP electromagnetic shock wave that paralyzed the team's electronic systems and caused the black cars to crash into a ball on their own.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Autobots are preparing to evacuate, but in the sky, two helicopters turn on the snow-bright lights, exposing their huge figures to the night sky.

At this time, Wang Dali felt that it was time for him to make a move.

He threw a punch and carved out a huge space passage tens of meters high, beckoning the Autobots to retreat. Optimus Prime, who also has the technology of space portals, didn't have time to sigh and walked in with the autobots.