The sound of the Autobots' shapeshifts was clear in the silence of the night, causing Sam's father to frown as he was chatting with him.

"What's that sound?"

"It's nothing, maybe somewhere the stray cat knocked over the trash can."

Although Sam's behavior was a bit abnormal, no matter how much Sam's father used his brain, he couldn't have imagined that his son would bring six aliens home.

While Ironhide was studying the original Decepticons, Bumblebee and Optimus Prime were approaching Sam. Since the Decepticons can turn into Michaela's phone, there is no guarantee that he will also become an electronic item on Sam's body.

Seeing two giant robots trampling their lawn like a steamroller passing by, Sam thinks his mom will kill him tomorrow when she sees it!

"What are you doing here?!"

After finally trying to convince his father to return to the room, Sam whispered to the two Cybertrons. Seeing Sam's face on the Cybertron who could easily crush him, Wang Dali couldn't help but admire his courage.

Although it was interesting to watch this high school student panic, as a 'government worker', Wang Dali still spoke out to stop the restless autobots.

"Bear me, everyone, the glasses are here, they can't run."

"That's right, I'll get it right away!"

After Wang Dali, Sam also hurriedly said. Optimus Prime held out his hand for Sam to stand on it and sent him through the window into his room on the second floor.

But the so-called the more urgent and busy, the busier the more wrong. Under the pressure of the Autobots, Sam rummaged through the cabinets, but never found where the glasses he had taken out a few days ago were placed.

So, Optimus Prime sent Michaela into his room and helped him find it.

"Okay several, I'll say it again, please change back into car form and be patient. The room was so big that Sam would soon find the glasses. But if a large number of ordinary people see you, I don't think we will be able to maintain this state of friendly communication. ”

“…… Sorry, the stakes are high, but we are in too much of a hurry. ”

The source of the fire is related to the revival of the planet Cybertron, and even Optimus Prime, as the leader, has lost his sense of normalcy for a while. After being reminded by Wang, he calmed down a little and asked the autobots to do what he wanted.

Soon, the five Autobots were quietly parked in a dark alley next to Sam's house, while Sam continued to rummage through his glasses. At this time, the real American officials finally arrived.

"You're Ron Whitch, and your son is the great-grandson of Archibat Witch? I am a government worker from the 7th arrondissement. ”

A white man who looked to be in his mid-fifties pulled out a silver badge and dangled it in front of Sam's father.

"I don't know any District 7, and my last name is Witwich, sir."

However, the staff of District 7, who was carrying a large group of people, did not stop himself because of Sam's father's words. He walked around Ron and into the room, circling up and down to observe.

"A car theft case reported by your son a few days ago has attracted the attention of relevant government departments, and even affected national security."

"National security?"

Sam's father apparently didn't think his son, who hadn't even graduated from high school, would do anything that would endanger national security, and the government worker, who claimed to be from the 7th District, was scanning his house with his own men with strange instruments.

What's more, every time the instrument makes a sound, they remove the object being scanned. Seeing this, Ron felt that he might not be able to leave a single brick in his house tonight.

"What are you guys doing?! You are trespassing on people's houses, and I have the right to shoot you according to the law! ”

Pulling out a white oak baseball bat from behind the door, Ron said fiercely to a group of black suits in his room. But the next moment, several pistols were aimed at him, so frightened that he hurriedly raised his hands.

"I'm just kidding......"

"I'm just kidding."

Nodding to his subordinates, the leading white man motioned for them to put away their weapons.

While the people of the seventh district were moving, Wang Dali also saw them.

"Looks like Sam is in trouble."

Opening the door of Optimus Prime, Wang Dali jumped from above.

"Need help?"

Optimus Prime's voice came from behind him, and when he heard this, Wang waved his hand vigorously and walked towards Sam's house without looking back.

"Stay here and don't move, wait for my signal. Although I belong to a different department, it just so happens that I know this guy. ”

……

"Isotope reaction fourteen rads, there has been direct contact! Grab him and take him away! ”

Seymour Simmons, the leader of the 7th District's operation, watched the violent reaction of the instrument in his hand and his eyes widened.

With his order, several men in black suits, black leather shoes, and black sunglasses stepped forward to grab Sam's family, Michaela, and even Sam's Chihuahua's pet dog and escort them to the car.

"See this badge, it means I can easily send you to prison!"

Holding a silver badge representing District 7, Simon threatens Sam and Michaela, who are sitting in the back. It's a bad thing, but it's effective.

Just look at Sam's face, obviously frightened by the other party's words.

"Listen kid, you're still young, and I don't think you want to see yourself in prison for the rest of your life! So, tell me everything you know! ”

"Don't listen to him, Sam, he's just a government clerk."

Michaela shook her head, interrupting Seymour's next words. When his sweetheart said this, the expression on Sam's face instantly changed.

Damn it!

Seymour cursed in his heart, and turned back to Michaela in displeasure.

"Shut up, yellow-haired girl, don't forget that your father is still in prison!"

"Prison? What's going on here? ”

Sam was a little surprised to hear Seymour suddenly mention Michaela's father. Moreover, Why is her father in prison?

Just as Seymour and Michaela, who couldn't hide the panic on their faces, were about to speak, a somewhat distorted voice suddenly sounded from outside the car window.

"Seymour, could you please stop the car?"

Looking at Wang Dali, who was gently knocking on the window outside the car, Seymour suddenly turned back with a calm face and asked the driver next to him.

"What is our speed now?"

"Sir, it's one hundred and ten kilometers per hour!"

This old driver, who was holding the steering wheel and could barely control his urge to step on the accelerator, felt that as long as he didn't die this time, he could blow it for a month when he went back!

"Hell!"