Shadow of the Beautiful World

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A black suv with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo quickly turned around and stopped outside a small alley in the Bronx. Lincoln, wearing sunglasses, opened the door and jumped out.

He walked along the street with two agents to carry out his mission.

The streets are a little chaotic at this time, people may not know the news of the Cybertronians landing on Earth, but there is no doubt that the network crash that broke out a few hours ago has attracted their attention.

Inexplicably missing bank deposits, stock market data falling like a waterfall, and completely disrupted work plans, etc. This kind of chaos originating from the online world has spread to the real world before dawn.

Aware of the chaos, people are gathering on the street with blank faces, and some people are blocking the door of the bank that has not yet opened. They angrily questioned the staff who stayed behind, and asked them to return all their deposits regardless of their care. .

As predicted by Mr. Lex Luthor of Gotham City, the collapse at the network level is affecting the real world. With the passage of time, when the dawn of the next day comes, the world order will inevitably suffer a new round of shocks.

Fortunately, there is still time to recover from the panic outbreak...

In the words of data experts, we have not yet entered the real Internet era. The rampage of Decepticons in the online world has not affected everyone in the real world.

Lincoln looked at the chaotic, shouting people gathered together, and he whispered to the agents behind him:

Maybe we should be thankful for that...

But things are already troublesome.

The agent behind Lincoln whispered:

It is said that several people on Wall Street have already jumped off the building. Fortunately, I am more traditional and only saved a little money in the bank, otherwise I would definitely collapse now.

If the immediate troubles are not resolved as soon as possible, the money you put at home will soon be worthless.

Lincoln pushed his sunglasses, and he said:

Let's go and find that guy.

Lincoln walked through the noisy crowd and continued to walk along the street. On the mobile phone in his hand, there was a green dotted line on a shrunken block area, which clearly marked the destination of the trip for Lincoln.

Ten seconds later, a SHIELD agent stood in front of a small deli at the intersection of the street.

He raised his head and looked at the signboard of the store.

Simmons Deli...well, here it is.

Lincoln straightened his clothes and gestured to the two agents beside him to guard the door. Then he pushed open the door of the deli and walked into this little-known shop.

This 24-hour store seems very deserted, and it is almost early morning, and no one will come to buy things at this time.

Ding, Ding

The stranger reached out and pressed the bell at the counter. The crisp sound echoed in the deli. After a while, a middle-aged man wearing a sweater and an apron walked out of the back kitchen. come out.

He yawned, without looking at Lincoln, a little cynical, and said weakly:

Welcome to Simmons' Delicatessen, where we have freshly made savory bacon, and a variety of...

I'm not here to buy anything.

Lincoln put something in front of the middle-aged man, and he said softly:

And, hello...Agent Simon.

Who are you?

Reggie Simmons, the former field agent of the Seventh District of the Ministry of National Defense who lost his job a year ago, was stunned for a moment. He looked at the secret agent ID that Lincoln put in front of his eyes, then took a step back vigilantly, reached out his hand and quietly Grabbed the pistol placed under the counter.

Suspicion gleamed in the eyes of this down-and-out guy. Compared with a few years ago, although he was a little fatter, he was still quick at holding the gun.

How do you know me?

Simmons raised his hand, pointed a gun at Lincoln, and asked loudly:

You were sent by them? Huh, you're finally going to do it to me, aren't you?

The guy yelled sarcastically:

You are afraid that I will reveal your ugly secrets! You scum who have taken refuge in aliens! You don't want to scare me!

Calm down.

Lincoln looked at the pistol pointed at him, he waved his hand, and explained softly:

I'm not from the Ministry of Defense, and I'm not interested in your life. I just want to talk to you.

I will not compromise with you!

There was a trace of unconcealable fear in Simmons' eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and said:

I've written a memoir about what happened in District 7, and it's stored in another place. As long as I die, those things will be exposed! You can't cover up those mistakes.

I said, I just wanted to talk to you.

Lincoln frowned. He felt that the down-and-out guy in front of him seemed to be persecuted and delusional.

No, nothing to talk about!

Agent Simon said stubbornly:

I am a conscientious person, don't try to bribe me!

It's beyond your control!

Lincoln's fingers waved, and a pulsating arc landed on Simmons' wrist before he could shoot.

His inhuman ability is very sharp to ordinary people. The moment the blue electric arc touched Simmons' skin, the eyes of this down-and-out agent widened due to the sudden electric shock. After 1 second, his face turned pale and trembled. Then Lincoln grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the counter.

See clearly!

Lincoln put his secret agent certificate in front of Simmons, and he said:

I'm an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm here for the Seventh District, Reggie Simmons, if you are really a person with a conscience as you said, then at this moment, you should help me.

Lincoln's words used the Aksi Sign. Although he was not as good at releasing the sign as Coulson, for Simmons who was paralyzed by the electric shock at this time, the Aksi Sign was enough to calm him down. down.

mission completed.

Lincoln waved to the agent at the door and said:

Send this guy back as quickly as possible! The officer is waiting for him.

Ten minutes later, Reggie Simmons, whose head was covered by a black bag, was dragged into a room by two agents. He was thrown on a chair. In a slightly suffocating fear, the black bag on his face Was pulled down.

Agent Simon's breathing was a little short. This series of treatment made him think of some bad things, which made his face a little pale.

But unexpectedly, what appeared in front of Simmons was not an interrogation room full of torture instruments.

This is a wide house with bright lights, it looks like a living room, and on the sofa in front of him, a guy wearing a black trench coat, wearing rimless glasses, with a calm and slightly cold face is using a falcon Staring at him the same way.

On the chair next to Agent Simmons, there was a drunk guy sitting. Although the guy was unshaven and looked decadent, Simmons recognized him immediately.

That's Colonel George Burns...er, ex-colonel, former colleague of his.

A few years ago, the two of them served together in the secret project Seventh District of the Ministry of Defense. They also carried out a mission to capture the Cybertronians in California. Unfortunately, that mission failed.

Because of the rebellion of the Decepticon Cybertronians who cooperated with them, the team commanded by Colonel Burns suffered heavy casualties. That incident left the promising Colonel Burns with serious psychological problems. I hate the Cybertronians, so I can only transfer from the command level to the logistics. Before Simmons and a group of people were dismissed by the Ministry of Defense, Colonel Burns retired almost at the same time.

Merlin, who was sitting on the sofa, was also looking at Simmons and the drunk Colonel Burns.

In 1998, when he was dealing with the Hornet incident, he had contact with these two guys. He found something he needed from the memories of Simmons and Burns, and also from their memories, For the first time, Merlin knew about the existence of Fire Seed Source and Megatron.

But these two guys definitely didn't know Merlin, and Merlin had erased their memories at that time.

Snapped

A few seconds later, Merlin stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, drawing Agent Simon's attention to him.

Merlin looked at the former field agent who had been dismissed by the Ministry of Defense and had to go back to his mother's deli to help out. He said:

Mr. Simmons, we are all in the same industry, so I won't talk nonsense... I need you to take me to the base of the Department of Defense's Seventh District Project in the Sahara Desert, where the same strategic meaning, we must take it back.

I do not know what you're talking about.

Agent Simon said bluntly:

I don't even know of any other bases in the Sahara Desert.

Oh, it seems that you still don't understand the current situation.

Merlin leaned on the sofa in disappointment, he said:

I thought you were a smart man, but I didn't expect you to be an idiot like everyone else. Lincoln, let Agent Simon see how bad the situation we are facing now.

Lincoln, who was standing beside Merlin, took out a tablet and threw it to Simmons. The latter took it in his hand, looked at the screen, and found that it was a picture taken from a high altitude.

In the picture is a sand dune under the vast night. Under the rolling sand dune in the desert, a huge monster like a scorpion can be vaguely seen. Under the reflection of the moonlight, there is a cold metal light on the shell of the scorpion under the dune, representing It means that it is not a creature of flesh and blood.

Then the screen turned, and Simmons saw two piles of wreckage being cleaned up. Among the distorted steel, some broken limbs of the steel giant could be vaguely seen, just like the human body that had been blasted to pieces.

Here they come, Agent Simon.

Merlin watched Simmons's rapidly changing expression, and he said slowly:

Those Cybertronians, the Cybertronians who have worked with you, they are no longer pretending to be your friends, they are starting to invade the earth with great fanfare, and there are some boneless bastards helping them, speaking of it, Simmons, you're not stupid enough to think today's internet crash is really technical, are you?

I knew it...

Agent Simon didn't answer Merlin's question. He grabbed the tablet in his hand and said through gritted teeth:

Those lunatics are sure to cause big trouble. They ignored my warning and kicked me out.

They made me lose my job, smeared my reputation, let me be ridiculed by family and friends, made me lose everything, I tried to tell other people that there are alien robots in this world, but no one believed me... Ha, now the real trouble is coming.

He raised his head, looked at Merlin, and said:

You're going to fight those sneaky Decepticons? Fine... count me in!

Coin me in... hiccup.

The drunken Colonel Burns hiccupped and snatched the tablet from Simmons's hand. He looked at the giant mechanical scorpion on the screen with undisguised hatred on his face. This former The commander scratched his messy hair and said to Merlin:

They killed my companion, I want revenge!

There is no rush to fight.

Merlin stretched out his hand to calm down the two guys who lost everything because of the Decepticons. He asked:

I have a question. In 1998, the two Decepticons who cooperated with you, the guy code-named Smashing and Bounceball, one was killed and the other disappeared. The cooperation between the Seventh District and the Decepticons was completely terminated. You guys How did you get in touch with the other Decepticons afterward?

It's technology!

Colonel George Burns rubbed his forehead while explaining:

When we cooperated with the Decepticons, they asked the Ministry of Defense to use military satellites to help them search for other robots on the earth. After they connected with the military satellites, the scientists in the seventh district secretly copied a copy of the Decepticons. After the Los Angeles operation failed, Sector 7 began a secret search for other Decepticon robots hidden on Earth.

It took us a year to finally find a Decepticon lurking in a certain mountainous area in South America. It called itself 'Sound Wave', and it was willing to continue to 'help' us. That robot has a 'Tape Legion' under its command. ’, which are full of small reconnaissance robots that are good at transforming and camouflaging, and gathering intelligence.”

That sound wave is not a good thing, it has evil intentions, it is a very cunning bastard robot.

Agent Simon also answered with a look of disgust:

It teaches and lures those crazy scientists to use the power of the fire source, which can give any machine real vitality. Obviously, it intends to create an army of machines on Earth.

Many of us sensed the dangers of this operation, but after General Ross, who was always wary of the Decepticons, left, damn, stupid Major General Stryker took over the project, and those Decepticons got higher quickly access, they began to use our resources to find more of their kind. And worst of all, they found.

Strike?

Merlin frowned, and he asked:

William Stryker?

Yes, that pervert!

Agent Simon said angrily:

I heard that that bastard was in charge of some disgusting human experiment projects before, and killed many innocent mutants. In the end, he failed several experiments and made himself notorious. I don't know what the bastards in the Ministry of Defense think. Put that madman in charge of the Seventh District instead of General Ross.

Oh, it really sounds like Lord Stryker, who is missed by many people. How lucky.

A strange smile appeared on Merlin's face, and he said:

It seems that Logan and Wade can take revenge this time.