"What is the seventh district?" Sam fiddled with the badge in his hand, looking at the uncomfortable expression on it, sitting in the Hornet's driving seat, muttering around in his heart.

Although he was very ruthless just now, he was a high school student and he would subconsciously avoid the police when he saw them. At this time, the people in front of him knew they were from special government departments. Even if Optimus Prime and others supported him, they would inevitably feel a little nervous.

"Sam, glasses!"

"Oh well!"

Optimus Prime's voice pulled Sam out of his mind, and hurriedly began to rummage from his bag to find the purpose of going home this time.

"Optimus Prime! Enemy invade!"

Suddenly, the Jazz at the front came a warning. The entire convoy except the Hornets began to brake and deform at the same time.

......

Simmons shook the handcuffs on his hands and struggled to pull back. After a while, he found that there was no use except to tie his wrists even more red.

"Oh, okay! I have to admit that the person who invented this thing is a genius, and I can't struggle at all!" He opened his eyes and stared at the handcuffs and exclaimed himself, turning his head and shouting at his subordinates: "Don't you say they already know? Why haven't you come to save us yet! Also, has anyone found the key on him?"

"No!" the subordinate replied awkwardly: "The girl has a good hand in this regard, and everyone's hidden keys were taken out."

"Okay! Great!" Simmons said angrily: "You are such a group of qualified agents! Oh, God, I'm about to be angry. When will our support arrive?!"

Before his roar could be over, the sound of rumbling propellers rumbling above his head.

"Oh, thank God, they are finally here!" The men in the suit looked up at the helicopter that suddenly appeared in the sky, and breathed a sigh of relief.

They have been tied here for ten minutes. Although the temperature is not too uncomfortable, this embarrassing feeling makes everyone look bad!

"Ah! These bastards dare to be late! You guys will look good when they go back!" Simmons said viciously, gritting his teeth.

"Wait sir! This is not our person!"

While Simmons was secretly ruthless, his subordinates around him found something different on the plane and shouted: "Look! What is that sign?"

The helicopter gradually landed on the ground, and the closer distance made the men in suit finally see a hawk shield logo on the side of the helicopter.

The machine door opened, and a little fat black man and four bald heads in suits and ties were coming down.

"Who are you?" Simmons was a little confused. Logically speaking, the one who came to his special forces in the seventh district should be his own special forces in the seventh district, not these guys of unknown origin.

The fat black man smiled and raised his head and said, "Hey, gentlemen in District 7, although your current style is very unique, I still want to tell you a message. The silicon-based life event you are dealing with now. Oh, that is, the incident you call NBe without authorization will be taken over by our S.H.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E

Simmons stared at his stern eyebrows and shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about, what S.H.I.E.L.D., I have never heard of it!"

"Oh, it's not your fault!" The fat black man Glenn suddenly shook when he heard this, and said with a smug look on his face: "A top confidential agency like us is not something that you small regional agency like you can reach."

"I won't agree!"

"This is not a matter of your opinion!" said the fat man from the little black: "We have accepted everything from your seventh district. Now we are just here to notify you and bring you the president's special approval documents."

He snapped his fingers like Wang Zheng, and immediately behind him was a Yuri Copyright with a small box to hand over to his subordinates around Simmons. After a moment, the subordinate turned around and nodded at Simmons, saying, "There is no problem at all. Sir, we are now belonging to SHIELD!"

Simmons stared at the smiling face of the fat black man and gasped violently.

It is no wonder that the era of lifelong pursuit was suddenly destroyed, and he was arrogant and laughing and scolding the advancement of technology is gone forever. It would be good if Simmons' personality did not turn against him on the spot. But he was an excellent government agent. He would accept it after all. He would work harder to fight for new goals.

The reason why Wang Zheng did not directly control him, but instead controlled his subordinates. In addition to considering that Sam and others are familiar with him and rash control will lead to unpredictable takeovers, this is also a major reason.

After a while, Simmons finally calmed down. He looked at his subordinates who were waiting for him to make a decision and nodded:

"Well, sir, Simmons reports to you. What are we doing now?"

The fat black man was stunned for a moment, looked at Simmons's face carefully, and suddenly he lost his vigor just now as if he was deflated, and said listlessly: "You are so simple! Don't call me a sir, I am a first-level agent, and the one given to you is level 3!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly muttered in a low voice: "Bastard, I'm so angry when I mention this! I've worked so hard to get into SHIELD at level 1. The one you were accepted into level 3. That's fine. Your waste subordinates are actually level 1. This is simply ridiculous! It's ridiculous!"

He shook his head and walked towards the helicopter. Simmons and others who were rescued were sorting out their equipment and shouting loudly: "Then what should I do now? That..."

"Call me Glen!" The fat black man turned his head and said, "I don't know much about this. After you get the badge, there will be a task prompt on it."

"Badge?" Simmons didn't understand what he meant.

"It's this sir!" The subordinate next to him handed over a wallet and said, "We are no longer from District 7 but from S.H.I.E.L.D!"

Simmons took the wallet and opened it to take a look.

A ray of light immediately shot out from the position of the shield in the middle of the badge, sweeping up and down across Simmons' face, and making a low male voice: "Confirm! Third-level Agent Seymour Simmons, welcome to join S.H.E.L.D.."

"What is this?" Simmons was stunned for a moment, looking at the detailed information on the light screen displayed in the badge, and was stunned for a moment.

"ShieldD Agent Management Subsystem, you can call me the system."

"Okay, you look very frightening, artificial intelligence, supercomputers, etc. But I am the director of the seventh district. Although it is really cool, don't think I will praise you." A glimmer of excitement flashed in Simmons' eyes, and he covered it up.

"...Thank you for your compliment. Agent Simmons, what can I do to help you?"

"Oh, by the way, that little black fat man said I have a task!"

After the sound of "beep!", the content on the light screen suddenly changed into another text. Sam and Mikara's avatars occupied half of the space. Then the male voice slowly said: "Agent Seymour Simmons, at this stage of mission, lead the Marines to chase Sam, Witvic and Mikara Baynes!"

"I like this mission!" Simmons nodded with satisfaction, looked around and suddenly said, "But you are going to let me run with two legs. And the Marines you mentioned shouldn't be the ones we are!"

"There are thirty seconds left before the arrival of the pursuit vehicle. In addition, your agents have not been activated by the system and equipped with equipment, and are not within the calculation of combat power. The Marines will arrive at the same time as the pursuit vehicle!"

"That's good!" Simmons nodded and said, "I don't have any equipment you mentioned!"

"Inquiry, complete! Your equipment is twenty meters away from you! It cannot be activated!"

Simmons looked up and shouted, "Glenn!"

"Okay, okay!" The fat black man poked his head out of the helicopter and shouted: "I just want to see what the equipment of the third-level agent is. I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you!" He raised his hand and threw it away, and still put a box at Simmons' feet.

"Is the level 3 agent equipment activated when it is detected? "

Simmons was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he looked directly at the box and said to the badge: "Activate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the box suddenly decomposed, and countless tiny parts quickly combined and rotated to wrap Simmons. Ten seconds later, a silver-white steel appeared in front of everyone.

Several subordinates who were not controlled were stunned and said blankly: "God, what is this? Super armed?"

"Did! The third-level agent Seymour Simmons special agency is equipped with the mecha intelligence brain to report to you. Starting the self-test, will the firepower instructions be provided?"

"brush-!"

The silver helmet put away his head and exposed Simmons' head. He looked at his hands and feet wrapped in steel armor with surprise. After moving a few times, he nodded and said, "Yes!"

"Firepower List Description Start..."

Simmons was in a state of surprise. The fat black man was jealous and went crazy and shouted: "Unfair! This is unfair! I am the one who entered SHIELD first, and I am the one who is loyal. Why do you have to give such handsome armor without my share? Damn, if I had known I wouldn't give it to him, I wouldn't give it to him! Oh my God! It's so cool!"

In fact, it was not just him. All the non-Yuri agents present were stunned by the scene in front of them, especially the agents in the former Seventh District. They knew the existence of Megatron and the degree of technological development this year, so they could better understand the power of this set of mechas.

At this time, a light flashed in the distance, and a row of black SUVs slowly docked beside them. A team of twelve camouflaged mecha warriors followed behind the convoy, saluting the conspicuous Simmons silently.
Chapter completed!