Chapter 242

"What should we do now?"

"Wait for the news!" Fisher, sitting on a sheet of iron, looked at Optimus Prime's body covered with canvas and resisted his impulse to dismantle some parts.

"What news are you waiting for?"

"The news of dismissal, everyone will go back to their homes. The British will continue to despise France. You should go back to Kentucky to collect corn and Detroit to repair cars. As for Autobots, I can recommend you to run didi and windmill in China!"

"At this time, Mr. Fisher, don't be kidding!" The tin said stiffly.

"No kidding, you can only wait. Decepticons are looking for Sam just for the leader box and energy matrix, right? So Sam must go back to find that thing, and when he finds it, he will try his best to send us a message!"

"Then why don't we help them now?" The ambulance didn't understand.

"Because the nest troops are now in a semi demobilized state, although the gendarmes have left, the North American air defense command is still running. C17 will be forced down by F22 as soon as it takes off. At that time, everyone will not be demobilized!"

"Get ready to pick up soap at Guantanamo!" A black brother laughed.

"I see. When Sam contacts us, we can go out in the name of demobilization, then turn halfway and throw the army directly!"

"Yes, major, now I expect you to quarrel with the top. As for the others, the barbecue rack is up. It's time to have a break-up party!" Fisher raised his right hand and cheered.

"Wuhu!"

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A promising philosopher named woziji said that maintaining passion between lovers is a small skill to maintain feelings. Sam firmly believes that if it were not for the pursuit of Decepticons and FBI, his relationship with Mikaela would not progress so quickly. Their relationship has moved from hand in hand to kiss to an indescribable degree, Agent Simmons suspected that if he hadn't been involved, I'm afraid they would have been on fire in the desert.

Every time he saw the sweet feeling of being tired of being together, agent Simmons would burst into tears. He was an old bachelor who worked for the country for half his life. As a result, the unit was dissolved, there was no pension, no work arrangement, and he was alone. He didn't even warm up his bed at night. However, every time he shed tears, agent Simmons would cheer himself up. Is the American dream not poor! Don't ask what America does for you, ask what you do for America!

Inspired by serving his country, Simmons took Sam and his hot girlfriend to find Tianhuo who slept in the museum. After learning many secrets, he was sent to Egypt by Tianhuo.

"I tell you, the Fallen King is not a good bird. Those guys in the Decepticons don't brush their teeth, wash their feet, and don't pay attention to hygiene. Only when their brains are bad will they mix with them!"

Maybe it's sleeping too long. Tianhuo is also in line with the image of a nagging old man. He said ten words along the way, seven of which scolded Decepticons and fallen kings. Of the remaining three sentences, one and a half complained about his old age, and the last one and a half was related to the leader module.

"So, you mean that as long as you find the leader module, you can save Decepticons?"

"Yes, earth boy, it's not so easy for the supreme descendant to die!" The sky fire looked at the sky with a crutch.

"You just said you were going to take refuge in Autobots? Why? "

"Just thinking about destruction and killing is not enough. Cybertron has been beaten like that by the war. I finally found a good place to provide for the elderly. How can those guys destroy it so easily?"

"So where is the leader module?" Sam is crazy. The earth is in danger, but he doesn't have a clue. His mind is full of Cybertron data, words, patterns and fables. These knowledge keeps on in his mind for a moment, forcing him to keep excited as much as possible so that he won't get lost in it.

"It's in this area, but I don't know the specific location. After those supreme masters hid the leader module, they found a place that no one knew and sealed it! But since you are the chosen one, they will certainly leave you a clue! "

"Clues?"

So, in fate, Sam found clues about the leader module in his memory.

"Simmons, I know where the leader module is. Now we have to find help!"

"Give it to me!" Agent Simmons is passionate. Look, I have saved America secretly again. I am so great!

After finding a telephone booth I in the city, agent Simmons began to shake people. Fortunately, after the war in Los Angeles, he saved major Lennox's phone, otherwise he would have to harass the Department of defense and the White House.

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"Get ready to go, come on!" Because he ate too much barbecue, his whole face was mellow, and Lennox almost threw himself into the hangar.

"They have a way to revive Optimus Prime. We have to transport him!"

"What are you waiting for? Brothers, it's time to pack up and go home! "

So hundreds of soldiers of the nest army embarked on the so-called home journey with a large amount of weapons and ammunition.

"Sir, this place is not Europe!" The pilot looked at the new flight plan.

"Yes, the destination is Europe, but we first go to Egypt to kick the ass of aliens, and then we will go to London to enjoy cold beer. Do you have any opinion?" Lennox also didn't hide each other. After all, everyone is a comrade in arms who eats in a pot and tells the truth directly.

"No, sir, just look!" As soon as the pilot heard that he was going to fight aliens, he immediately brightened up and patted his chest to ensure that he would arrive in Egypt as soon as possible.

"Just watch it, sir. Just jump in this wave. I guarantee the exact position of the airdrop!"

"I have no doubt about that!"

The Autobots are also gearing up. All the Autobots who have arrived on earth under the command of iron sheet and cross gun also quickly deform and board the transport plane. Finally, the body of Optimus Prime, which is like the holy remains of patonia, has its own morale aura. In addition, the two most fanatical fighters among Autobots, iron sheet and cross gun, do not even need a few words of encouragement, The Autobots are ready to give the Decepticons good juice! It's better to screw off the Fallen King's head as the mouth of the oil pot!

"All right, everyone has a goal. Egypt, let's go!"