The young waiter at the door of the restaurant didn't seem to know Thomas Lane, and smiled the moment he saw Thomas enter.

"Hello, distinguished guest, are you Mr. Lane?"

"Yes, my last name is Ryan, Thomas Ryan."

"That's great, there's a mysterious guest who paid a lot of money to buy the whole restaurant, and he also paid me a good tip to wait for you here, and if you arrive, let me bring you there at once, please come with me, this way, please."

The young waiter spoke in a very warm tone, smiled and made a gesture of please, and led Thomas Lane into the dining room, all the way to the third floor, and after a long corridor, he was ushered into a lavishly decorated private box.

There is a two-meter-long dining table filled with a variety of Mediterranean dishes, and on one side of the table, under a crystal chandelier, a handsome young Asian man in a navy blue suit reaches out and picks up a piece of grilled burnt anchovies and gently puts it into his mouth.

When he saw Thomas Lane approaching, the other party had a smile on his face, put down his fork, and slowly stood up.

"Good evening, Mr. Lane, have you had dinner, if you don't mind, why don't you sit down and have dinner with me?"

Looking at the well-dressed young Asian in front of him, who looked like he was worth a lot of money, Toms Lane had a puzzled expression on his face, and began to think about the true identity of the person in front of him, and whether he had seen him somewhere, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still found nothing.

"Who are you, why am I here, what do those pictures mean, threatened?"

"Mr. Ryan, don't be too nervous, I just wanted to talk to you."

Seeing Thomas Lane frowning, Lin Cheng at the long table couldn't help laughing.

"I have no intention of being your enemy, Mr. Lane, and imitating the kidnappers' actions is just a matter of wanting to see you."

"To put it simply, I have a very important document for the federal government, even about national security, but I can't just give it to anyone, only you have access to the president, so I will find you."

"But before this conversation begins, I need to know one thing, Mr. Lane, I need you to tell me what the U.S. government thinks of the Cybertrons, and especially the Autobots among the Cybertrons, and what it will be?"

Lin Cheng's words were very calm, but they caught Thomas Lane's attention.

"Cybertron, those alien metal lifeforms, wait, what do you mean, what do you want to say?"

Thomas Lane pulled out a chair and sat down, completely ignoring the sumptuous meal on the table, he suddenly realized that the man who appeared in front of him may not have a simple intention, and Tom did not expect to hear the term Cybertron from this person's mouth.

For now, the federal government has only selectively disclosed a small amount of information to the public since the Chicago incident, but it definitely does not include the existence of Cybertron, and the propaganda on television only uses "dangerous alien metal lifeforms".

This decision was made for the sake of protection, so the average person probably won't know the special term Cybertron.

Seeing Thomas Lane's performance, Lin Cheng knew that his words had aroused the other party's interest.

"I wonder if Mr. President is aware of the fact that the federal government is constantly hunting down the Autobots."

As he spoke, Lin Cheng picked up the mobile phone that he put aside, lit up the screen, showed the video that had been prepared for a long time, and slid it along the smooth table of the dining table, Thomas Lane held down the phone, but when he clicked on the video, the picture in the video shocked him.

"It's ......"

Looking at the video screen on his phone, Thomas Lane was stunned.

"It's called Leadfoot, the Autobots' battlefield rescuers, who fought alongside humans in the Chicago War, and then, when it died, it was brutally killed by the humans it protected, mutilated to pieces, and claimed that they had killed a Decepticon."

There are a lot of videos stored in the mobile phone, which are obtained by Lin Cheng through technical means hacking into the CIA database, although he does not have the hacking skills of the little girl Elena, but his mobile phone is a product of federal agents, and it comes with a hacking program to help.

With the technical tools on his body, Lin Cheng successfully hacked into the communication lines of the Tombwind team, using satellites as a springboard to copy the information he wanted in the CIA's database, and this meeting had been prepared for a long time, just waiting for Thomas Lane to appear.

"The CIA's secret Gravewind Squad is constantly hunting down the Cybertrons, claiming that they are hunting down the remnants of the Decepticons, but in reality, I don't think you know, they are also hunting the Autobots who once fought alongside us humans."

"Actually, they don't care if they're hunting Decepticons or Autobots, because there are people behind them who want to recover the bodies of Cybertrons, dissect Cybertron's alien technology, artificially create Transformers for war, and do so at the behest of the Pentagon."

"It's a pity that, like you, the Pentagon doesn't know the whole picture of this matter, look at these videos, these photos, they are all heroes who once protected humanity, but they died at the hands of the humans they tried to protect."

"Optimus Prime is furious about this—it makes me question you why you are killing the Autobots."

Looking at the video on his phone and the photos on the back, listening to what Lin Cheng said, Thomas Lane was completely shocked, he never imagined that the CIA's style of acting would become so crazy, and even kill the allies who once protected humanity to death.

"This ...... I, I don't know, and Mr. President doesn't know about these things......"

In his impression, the Autobots should maintain a very good cooperative relationship with humans, and Mr. President has even mentioned more than once that he hopes to find the leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime, and take a photo with Optimus Prime, if the photo is released, it will definitely increase his approval rating.

"Wait, you just said that you were sent by Optimus Prime, how can you prove it, why should I believe you?!"

He instinctively didn't believe it, and even didn't want to believe it, after all, videos and photos have the possibility of fraud, so he instinctively wanted to veto the authenticity of these things as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

He would rather believe that the person in front of him is a liar than that the federal government actually did it.

"It's easy to prove it – the Bugatti Veyron downstairs is an Autobot, and you can turn your head and say hello."

Lin Cheng sighed, and then pointed in the direction behind Thomas Lane, who slowly turned his head, but saw a metallic yellow face at the window, as well as a pair of large blue eyes that were opened, which were made of special gears.

"Hello, human, nice to meet you."

Mechanical Samurai Drift stood in the back alley of a Greek restaurant and saluted Toms Lane in the window.