"What the hell is District Seven?" Sam fiddled with the badge in his hand, looked at the puzzled expression, sat in the driver's seat of the bumblebee, and muttered in his heart.

Don't look at what he said very ruthlessly just now, he is a high school student, and he usually subconsciously avoids the police when he sees them, and at this time, these people in front of him know at a glance that they are special government departments, even if there is Optimus Prime and they support him, it is inevitable that he will feel a little uneasy.

"Sam, glasses!"

"Oh, okay!"

Optimus Prime's voice pulled Sam out of his mind, and he hurriedly rummaged through his bag to find the purpose of his homecoming.

"Optimus Prime! Enemy Invasion! ”

Suddenly, the knight at the front came with a warning. The entire convoy except the Hornets all started to brake at the same time......

Simmons shook the cuffs on his hand and struggled to pull his hand back, only to find that it was useless for anything other than to strangle his wrist redder.

"Oh, well! I have to admit that the person who invented this thing was a genius who made me struggle at all! He stared at the handcuffs with wide eyes and exclaimed self-deprecatingly, then turned his head and yelled at his subordinates, "Don't you say they already know? Why haven't you come to our rescue until now! Also, has anyone found the key on their body? ”

"Nope!" The subordinate replied with some embarrassment: "That girl has a hand in this regard, and the keys that everyone has hidden have been taken out." ”

"Good! That's great! Simmons exclaimed, "What a group of qualified agents you are! Oh God, I'm going to die of rage. When will our support arrive?! ”

Before his roar could end, the sound of a booming propeller could be heard overhead.

"Oh thank God, they're finally here!" The men in the suits looked up at the helicopter that suddenly appeared in the sky, and at the same time sighed.

They had been tied up here for ten minutes, although the temperature was not too uncomfortable. But this feeling of humiliation makes everyone's faces look bad!

"Ahh How dare these bastards be late! Wait until you go back and have you look good! Simmons gritted his teeth and said viciously.

"Wait, sir! This is not our people! ”

When Simmons was secretly ruthless, his subordinates found something different on the plane. Exclaimed, "Look! What is that sign? ”

The helicopter gradually landed on the ground, and the closer distance made the men in suits finally see a hawk shield logo on the side of the helicopter.

The door opened, and down came a small black fat man and four bald heads in suits and leather shoes.

"Who are you?" Simmons was a little puzzled, it stands to reason that it should be his special operations team in District 7 at this time, not these guys of unknown origin.

The little black fat man smiled and held his head high and said, "Hey, gentlemen of the seventh district, although your current appearance is very chic, I still have to tell you a piece of news." The silicon-based lifeform event that you are dealing with right now. Oh, and the incident that you call NBE without permission will be taken over by us in S.H.I.E.L.D. from now on! And your Sector 7 will return to being part of our S.H.I.E.L.D. agency. Congratulations! ”

Simmons glared at him and roared, "What are you talking about, what S.H.I.E.L.D., have never heard of it!" ”

"Oh, I don't blame you for that!" The little black fat man Glenn trembled violently when he heard this, and said with a smug expression: "A top-secret agency like ours is not within the reach of your small regional organization. ”

"I won't agree!"

"This is not in your opinion!" The little black fat man said, "Everything in your seventh district. We've already accepted it, and now we're just here to inform you and bring you the president's special approval documents by the way. ”

He snapped his fingers in the same way as Wang Zheng, and immediately behind him, a Yuri replicant carried a small box to hand over to Simmons' subordinates. After a while. The subordinate turned to Simmons and nodded, "No problem at all, sir, we belong to S.H.I.E.L.D. now!" ”

Simmons stared at the smiling face of the little black fat man. Panting violently.

It's no wonder that the era of a life's pursuit suddenly being destroyed by others, and the era of self-power, laughter and anger leading the advancement of science and technology is gone. It's good that Simmons' character didn't turn his face on the spot. But he's a good government agent. With a little time, he will accept it and work harder for new goals.

The reason why Wang Zheng did not directly control him, but instead controlled his subordinates. This is also a major reason, in addition to the fact that Sam and others are more familiar with him, and rash control will lead to unpredictable takeovers.

After a while, Simmons finally calmed down, looked at the subordinates around him who were calmly waiting for him to make a decision, nodded and said:

"Alright, sir, Simmons reports to you. What do we do now? ”

The little black fat man was stunned for a moment, looked at Simmons's face carefully, and suddenly lost the majestic spirit just now as if he was deflated, and said listlessly: "You are really simple!" Don't call me sir, I'm a first-class agent, and the one above is a third-level one! ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly muttered like a temper tantrum: "Bastard, I'm angry when I mention this!" Son, I have worked so hard to get into S.H.I.E.L.D. to be at the first level, and you will be accepted as a third-level person, so that's it, your waste subordinates are also first-level, this is simply ridiculous! That's ridiculous! ”

He shook his head and headed towards the helicopter. Simmons and the others, who were rescued, were sorting out their equipment and shouted loudly: "Then what should I do now?" That ......"

"Call me Glenn!" The little black fat man turned his head and said, "I don't know much about this, after you get the badge in a while, there will be a task prompt on it." ”

"Badge?" Simmons didn't know what he meant.

"That's it, sir!" The subordinate next to him handed over a wallet and said, "We are no longer from the seventh district but from S.H.I.E.L.D." ”

Simmons took the wallet and opened it.

A ray of light immediately shot out from the position of the shield in the middle of the badge, sweeping Simmons' face up and down, and a low male voice sounded: "Confirm!" Level 3 Agent Seymour. Simmons, welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D. ”

"What is this?" Simmons was stunned for a moment, looking at the detailed information about himself displayed on the light screen in the badge, and was stunned for a while.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. agents manage the subsystem, you can call me the system."

"Well, you look like you're bluffing, artificial intelligence, supercomputers or something. But I'm the director of District 7, and while it's cool, don't expect me to compliment you. Simmons shone with excitement in his eyes and disguised himself.

“…… Thank you for the compliment. Agent Simon, how can I help you? ”

"Oh, by the way, that little black fat man said I had a mission!"

"Tick!" After a loud sound, the content on the light screen suddenly changed to another text, and the avatars of Sam and Michaela took up half of the page. Then the male voice said slowly: "Seymour. Agent Simon Ster, on this mission, leads the Marine team in pursuit of Sam, Witwich and Michaela. Baines! ”

"I love this mission!" Simmons nodded with satisfaction, looked left and right, and suddenly said, "However, you are going to let me run on two legs." And the Marines you are talking about are not us! ”

"There are thirty seconds left until the arrival time of the pursuing vehicle, and besides, your agents have not been activated by the system and have not been rationed, so they are not counted in the calculation of combat power. The Marines will arrive at the same time as the pursuing convoy! ”

"That's good!" Simmons nodded, and said, "What kind of equipment are you talking about, I'm not not nothing!" ”

"Inquiry, done! Your gear is twenty meters away from you! Unable to activate! ”

Simmons looked up and shouted, "Glenn! ”

"Alright, alright!" The little black fat man poked his head out of the helicopter and shouted, "I just want to see what the equipment of the third-level agent is, here you are!" It's up to you! As he spoke, he raised his hand and tossed a box back to Simmons' feet.

"Level 3 agent equipment detected in the activation circle, is it activated?"

Simmons didn't bother to pay attention to him, and looked directly at the box and said to the badge: "Activate!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the box suddenly disintegrated, and countless small parts quickly combined and rotated to envelop Simmons, and ten seconds later, a silver-white steel shape appeared in front of everyone.

Several subordinates who were not controlled were stunned for a moment, and said in a daze: "God, what is this?" Super-armed? ”

"Drop! Level 3 Agent Seymour. Simmons' special agency is ready, and the mecha brain reports to you. At the beginning of the self-test, is there a fire description? ”

"Brush-!"

The silver helmet was retracted to reveal Simmons's head, and he looked at his hands and feet wrapped in steel armor with a look of surprise, and after a few movements, he nodded, "Yes!" ”

"Firelist Instructions Start ......"

Simmons fell into a state of surprise, and the little black fat man was about to go crazy with jealousy, and shouted, "It's not fair! It's not fair! I'm the one who advanced S.H.I.E.L.D., and I'm the one who is loyal, why don't I have my share in such handsome armor, but I want to give it to him? Damn, if I had known, I wouldn't have given it to him, absolutely not! Oh, my God! It's just so cool! ……”

In fact, it was not only him, but all the non-Yuri agents present were stunned by the scene in front of them, especially the agents of the former Seventh District, who knew about the existence of Megatron and the extent of technological development this year, so they could better understand the power of this mecha.

At this time, a bright light flashed in the distance, and a row of black SUVs slowly stopped next to them, and a small group of twelve camouflage-painted mecha warriors followed behind the convoy, silently saluting the conspicuous Simmons.

Simmons gently returned the salute, looking at the mecha team in front of him and the endless stream of high-tech intelligent products, and said in his heart: It seems that joining S.H.I.E.L.D. is also a good choice! (To be continued......)