What is more embarrassing is that although Cuba is a small country in the Americas that is less than 1 percent of the United States in size, because of the unfriendly political tendencies between the two countries, the dual background of the CIA and the Bureau of Territorial Strategy can walk around the world without hindrance is completely untenable in Cuba.

Even if Lin Cheng tried to enter Cuba under the banner of the U.S. government to find people, the Cuban authorities would inevitably scoff at it and drive back these illegal immigrants with impure purposes, or even let them land, unless they took the tourist route.

As the U.S. government intelligence agency, the CIA was very efficient, and in just a few hours, they forged the identities of Lin Cheng and the members of the Grave Wind Team as tourists who could enter and leave Cuba, and prepared a charter flight to Havana.

The plane would take off from Miami, the crime city in the southernmost corner of Florida, pick up Lin Cheng and others at the international airport in Mexico City, and then fly to Havana, where they could go to Guantanamo and return to the continental United States on a U.S. military transport plane.

Lin Cheng's target is an elite agent who used to work in District 7, Seymour Simmons.

Initially, as early as the beginning of the twentieth century, the U.S. military had discovered an anomalous radiation signal in the upper reaches of the Colorado River.

In the same year, they discovered the unknown metal lifeform NBE-1 in the North Pole, Megatron, and the President of the United States at the time, Herbert Hoover, ordered the formation of District 7, a secret military operations organization composed of the Secretary of Defense and six high-ranking military generals of the Department of Defense.

The completion of the Hoover Dam was closely related to these two events, as they built a huge concrete underground space directly below the dam to house and store the discovered source of fire and Megatron until the battle for it took place in 2007.

After the war, the humans and the Autobots officially allied and transformed into a lair force, and the old agents of Sector 7 were miserable, not only was the nearly eighty-year-old Sector 7 dismantled, but the security level was reduced to the end, and even the pension was gone.

After the dismissal of the 7th District, Agent Seymour Simmonster, one of the heads of the 7th District, was also dismissed, so he turned back to a normal person and ran back to New York, where he opened a delicatessen with his mother that specialized in meat.

But in fact, this delicatessen is just a disguise, he rescued all the paper documents and materials in the seventh district, and only built this delicatessen in the above-ground building as a disguise to protect the materials he buried deep underground.

After that, he accompanied Sam Whitwich to Egypt as an ordinary person to find the Leader Module, resurrect Optimus Prime, and fight against the Fallen Kong, even though the Seventh Sector has long since been abolished, the veteran agent is still firmly carrying out his job.

It wasn't until that war in Chicago that the U.S. government began to publicly say that it wanted to expel the Cybertrons from its territory.

As the hegemon of the world, the United States has issued an order, and almost all countries have joined the United States in saying that they will openly expel Cybertrons from their borders, and only a few countries, such as Cuba, which is known as the backyard of the United States, have said that they will openly accept Cybertrons as refugees to the world.

In this case, Seymour Simmons encounters the Thunder Rescue Team, who is being chased by the CIA's Gravewind Squad, and Leadfoot is killed.

Out of trust in the Autobots, Simmons fled to Cuba with Road Fighter and Topspin, Cuba's disgust with the U.S. government naturally would not allow the CIA to enter the country, completely blocking the CIA's way to chase and kill Road Rage and Topspin, but because of this, he also lost the opportunity to go home.

Cuba's economic situation is dire, but Simmons, who has lived here for more than half a year, feels as if he is entering retirement early, and his favorite thing to do is buy half a watermelon and bask on the beach until sunset, or go to play beach volleyball with Roadman Upspin.

In fact, the Cuban populace is not averse to the big robots from Cybertron, and Road Rage Spin is quite popular here, often with young lads inviting them to hang out or drag race on Cuba's roads that are not very good.

Today, Simmons is lying on the beach basking in the sun as usual, with a cup of tequila sunrise at hand.

But what he didn't notice was that the atmosphere on the beach was a little different today—a group of American tourists suddenly appeared, dividing the entire area from the surrounding area, and at the center of the area was Seymour Simmons lying under a sun umbrella.

"Agent Simon?"

Simmons heard someone shouting his name, he raised his head and took off his sunglasses, only to suddenly find a young Asian wearing a yellow maple shirt and beach shorts, with black hair and black eyes, slowly walking in his direction.

Simmons frowned, feeling a bad premonition.

He looked around, and sure enough, a group of strange tourists he had never met appeared on the beach.

These people, some of them stood by the bar of the bar, and some leaned on the railing to watch the waves, but they had a completely different temperament from the tourists, guarding every possible direction of escape, and looking in the direction of this side vigilantly.

Their clothes were of different colors, disguised as tourists who had come to play, but their eyes were dangerous, and after seeing these people, Simmons's bad premonition was confirmed, if nothing else, they were all well-trained soldiers.

"I don't know you, you're not welcome here, you'd better leave immediately."

Simmons slowly straightened up, looked at the Asian man who appeared beside him, and said in an indifferent tone.

"Agent Simon, we have no ill intentions, on the contrary, we are here to ask for help."

Lin Cheng had a kind smile on his face and took out his documents from his pocket.

"What are you looking for from me in the Intelligence Analysis Office of the Bureau of Territorial Strategy?"

Simmons took the document handed to him by Lin Cheng, glanced at it casually, and then raised his head and asked.

"Gravewind Squad has been ordered to halt the hunt and hunt of the Autobots, and their head was found dead in his villa a few hours ago, a group of mad scientists have artificially created an army of Decepticons by studying the body structure of the Decepticons, and these Decepticons may awaken at any time, we need an expert who understands the Cybertrons, that is, you."

The smile on Lin Cheng's face looked extremely cunning at this moment, like a human trafficker.

While he says he needs an expert who understands Cybertrons, there should be no one who knows Cybertron better than he does right now.

The reason why he found Seymour Simmons was nothing more than that he needed a professional assistant who had a good understanding of the Cybertrons, but also a good understanding of the secrets and operating mechanisms of the U.S. government, and could help him solve those trivial and troublesome things.

By the way, take away the Road Fighter and Upspin of the Thunder Rescue Team and let them converge with Optimus Prime.

As long as Seymour Simmons is willing to go out of the mountain, he can directly take the place of James Savoy, and as for the original Savoy agent, it is more appropriate for him to command the live operation of the Tombwind Squad.

After all, what Lin Cheng needs is a real right-hand man, not a soldier who doesn't know anything.