New York is already bustling in the early morning, and as a cosmopolitan metropolis, there is so much bustle and squalor in the city.

"If you love him, send him to New York, for it is heaven, and if you hate him; Send him to New York, because it's hell. ”

This classic line in "Beijinger in New York" vividly describes the social situation in New York at that time, although the gap between the rich and the poor in New York is not as strict as in earlier years, but it still envelops the city.

A black Buick sedan quietly shuttled through the large and small joints of New York City, followed by two Volkswagen, as if looking for something.

As you pass by the LRD display on the downtown street, the morning news is broadcasting, broadcasting the events of yesterday in the North Atlantic.

"ABC report: At 15:41 yesterday afternoon, the U.S. Second Fleet, which is normally cruising in the North Atlantic, was attacked by unknown creatures from outside the atmosphere, and the aircraft carrier USS Whitney sank without any survivors.

The German government said that the speech was broadcast through the illegal invasion of satellites, and military sources revealed that the level of security defense in the United States has been raised to level three, the highest level of security since the 911 incident...... As of now, some are still uncertain, and we can't help but ask: who is the enemy? Why attack us? ”

The host in the news, standing behind him is the outside of a military base in the United States, and you can see that many soldiers and planes are mobilized inside, a scene of wind and rain is coming.

"Look, they're looking for us again."

A voice came from the Buick, and then a picture of a boy was projected on the display, with relevant annotations.

"Yesterday afternoon's cyber intrusion. The invaders asked the humans by name to hand over the boy, Sam. Witwich, C.I.A., FBI, and Interpol, have begun a full-scale search for the boy, and we believe he has clues about the attacker, so stay tuned to this station, and we will continue to follow up on the incident. ”

"This photo of yours looks like it was taken from the surveillance at the intersection, we have to be careful not to take off your hat."

"I know."

Sitting in a black Buick. It was the flamboyant and wanted Sam, and the group spent the night in the ruined mansion, and came out early in the morning to find the address of the "machine qì warrior", and the bumblebee and the brake brothers both changed their models, just like in the movies. Directly swaggering on the road with a Chevrolet, it is simply deliberately exposing his rhythm.

If the Decepticons have a heart. Just lock in all of the Chevrolet Camaro in New York City. Wouldn't you be able to find Sam? Not so much, Zhang Yang still took the insurance method, a group of people changed their faces, even Michaela brought a pair of sunglasses and changed her hair to a hairstyle, it is difficult to see the original appearance at first glance.

"Actually, I think. Even if I don't wear a hat, people won't necessarily recognize me with this makeup. ”

Sam touched his face in the bumblebee's rearview mirror, it was much whiter than before, and it looked thin. This is, of course, a credit to Michaela's makeup.

It is said that a woman's makeup is the second layer of the face, which is not false at all, with a simple foundation and highlighter, it is easy to make people's face shape look some changes, publicity, Sam and both were carefully dressed up by Michaela.

"For the sake of insurance, although you can't deceive the facial recognition system, you can fool the human eye, and the ghost will know how many of these Decepticons are coming."

Zhang Yang touched his face, and the first time he put on makeup made him feel a little awkward.

"76 Franklin Street, Manhattan Boulevard, New York, two more bends and we're there."

Michaela looked at the satellite navigation device conjured up by Bumblebee, pointed to a block road, and then the three cars crossed the intersection very low-key, leaving behind the display screen that was still playing the wanted notice, and continued to drive towards the target.

Soon, according to the address Zhang Yang got from Leo, the car stopped in front of a butcher shop. The outside looks a little cluttered, with various rental and job search papers posted on the walls.

"This is it."

Zhang Yang looked at the general appearance of this butcher shop, which was similar to the one in the plot, and knew that he should have come to the right place.

"There are no cars around the store, let's go down."

Sam looked around cautiously, there weren't many cars on Franklin Street, and there weren't even one in front of the store, after all, not many people would drive thousands of miles to buy barbecue or pies.

The three of them got out of the car in a low-key manner, and Zhang Yang walked in front, consciously or unintentionally observing the cameras around them, trying to block Sam's face. In the plot, when Sam and the others pass through an Egyptian checkpoint, they are captured by the facial recognition system of the cameras set up by the Egyptian military.

Push the door in, inside is obviously American style, several people are waiting in line to buy pies, grilled salmon, pies on the counter, hanging on many skewers of half-cooked sausages, smoked sausages and other meat products, next to the set price list says that this shop also sells chicken buckwheat porridge for breakfast part-time.

The room was filled with a strong smell of meat, and in the kitchen room next to it, an old lady dressed as a housewife was coming out with a grilled sturgeon. At the moment, several people in white overalls are busy at the counter.

"Number 42, you want sausages, kosher pies, chicken buckwheat porridge, triangular meat set wrapped up, $15, cash only. OK, next! ”

"Idiot, I said that salmon should be soaked in salt water and smoked first, so that it tastes better."

"Mom, I'm busy enough, you want to torture me to death."

A very familiar voice was heard by the three of them, and the faces of the three of them became very wonderful at the same time.

Zhang Yang is because he was deeply impressed by this guy in the movie, while Sam and Michaela are too familiar with the owner of this voice, and every big thing before and after has something to do with him.

"Zhang Yang, you are really handsome."

Sam came back to his senses and patted Zhang Yang's shoulder with a little emotion.

What a "machine qì warrior" website, what alien symbols, if there is really a human on Earth who has studied these, the first person Sam thinks of is him, the former Seventh District Secret Service Captain Simon!

In the United States, the middle-aged man in white overalls, wearing a chef's hat, and impatiently collecting money, is a Simont worker.

As if feeling their gaze, Simon subconsciously glanced up, and his face suddenly became very exciting, first turning red, then white, and then black, and then returning to normal.

“no！ I thought it must have been me too busy to see the hallucinations. ”

Simon rubbed his eyes, directly ignored Zhang Yang and the others, and prepared to continue to cut meatloaf and make zuò sandwiches.

"It's not an illusion."

Sam blinked, and then saw the corners of Simon's mouth twitch, obviously very much didn't want to see Sam, but seeing that Sam and Michaela looked like they didn't plan to leave, they could only sigh helplessly, and then began to wave their hands to chase people away.

"Madam, take your smoked sausages, okay everyone, the butcher shop closes early, let's all go out, hurry up!"

The people who were still waiting in line to buy things suddenly complained, and then Simon was kicked out by Simon, and when Simon's mother came out with a pie, she saw that there was no one left, and immediately roared.

"Simon! Where have all the people gone? ”

"Mom, I have something to solve, and I'll work later."

Simon looked at his mother with a headache, and after a quick explanation, he stared at Sam and said viciously.

"What are you doing here? Do you want to see how miserable my life has been after I was laid off? ”

It can be seen that Simon is very angry because Sam has lost his work.

"No, no, I have something else to do with you......"

Sam hurriedly waved his hand and denied it, the current Simon was probably the only one who could help him, and before he could finish speaking, Simon glared.

"Boy, because you are good friends with your bad deeds, the entire seventh district has been revoked, and everyone has rushed back to their hometown en masse, there is no security, no pension, nothing, I finally opened a butcher shop to support my family, but you still don't let me go?"

If human resentment can kill, Simon's resentment is enough to kill Sam tens of thousands of times.

Originally, he had a bright future, as a secret service captain in a secret department, and the aliens that the researcher was interested in, but because he met Sam, he lost everything and didn't even have a job.

A black man with buckteeth next to him was holding a bone chopping knife to chop a pork leg bone, and was flickered by Simon.

"Yakov! If you still want to save money for a new tooth, then go and help! ”

At this moment, the news about Sam began to play in the small TV set set up on the wall, and Simon asked, not knowing whether to gloat or reluctantly accept his fate.

"Boy, what the hell have you done? The FBI, CIA, INTERPOL are all around to get you, and the sinking of the Second Fleet, I heard that NBE-1 (Megatron's previous number in the 7th District) is not dead? ”

As soon as Sam was about to explain, he saw Simon directly wave his hand and refuse, a picture of I never knew you, don't come to disturb me, obviously Sam was scared.

The last time he met Sam, he lost his job, and this time he met Sam, Simon didn't want to put his only butcher shop in again. If the FBI and CIA knew that Sam, the wanted criminal, was here, Simon, who didn't know much about the bad behavior of this group of guys, knew very well what would happen to his butcher shop. (To be continued......)