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Chapter 150 Cooperating with District ?

on the car.

Luo Ming, Michaela, and Sam sat in the back seat.

Because the position was a bit crowded, Michaela had to sit on Luo Ming's lap and lie in his arms.

Next to him, Sam looked at the two people who looked like they were on vacation and roared in his heart!

"What the hell is going on!"

"Why don't they cuff me? I want to be cuffed!"

Although he was very dissatisfied, Sam could only vent in his heart.

Because he found that he couldn't afford to offend anyone here.

At this time, Simmons, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned to look at Sam and took out his mobile phone to show it to Sam.

"Okay, Mr. 217, the heartthrob, this is the name of your trading account, right?"

"Right."

"Great, so what is this?"

Simmons played a recording on his phone.

"My name is Sam Witwicky, you know that? It's my car."

The voice recorded was obviously Sam's.

And the content is exactly the last words Sam left for himself!

Looking at Sam who was at a loss, Simmons came up with another piece of news.

"Last night at the police station, you said your car was deformed. Can you explain it?"

Sam paused, then explained with erratic eyes:

"You want to hear my explanation? Well, my car was stolen. It was just a misunderstanding!"

"is it?"

"Yes, it's okay now because it's been recovered and it's okay now."

At this time, Luo Ming interrupted and said: "Of course he didn't come back by himself, because the car wouldn't come back by itself. That would be ridiculous, right?"

Seeing Luo Ming looking for trouble, Michaela burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Seeing this, Sam also laughed a few times.

"Hahahaha, so funny."

Simmons echoed, and then suddenly, his expression changed, becoming serious.

"What do you know about aliens?"

When he said this, Simons carefully observed Luo Ming's expression.

However, Luo Ming was still Gu Jing Wubo, and he couldn't see anything.

Sam, on the other hand, was visibly panicked.

"You mean aliens? ET? I don't know?"

Luo Ming looked at Simmons quietly.

Looking at Sam who was still arrogant and the mysterious Luo Ming, Simmons became furious.

He took out his ID again and threatened:

"Do you know what this is? With this badge, I can do whatever I want. I can lock you up until you die!"

"And you, I know you are very powerful, but since you got into this car, don't think you can get off easily."

Hearing this, Luo Ming smiled faintly: "Maybe!"

At this time, he saw Optimus Prime and others coming over.

Looking at Luo Ming who was out of touch, Simmons had a headache, and finally he looked at Sam.

After all, pick the persimmons that are soft!

"Now, tell the truth quickly"

"Bang!!!"

However, before Simmons could finish his words, the car hit Optimus Prime.

The driver then quickly stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel to stop.

The driver and Simmons were both a little panicked because they both saw the Autobots outside the car.

"Boom! Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, Optimus Prime stretched his hands directly through the windows on both sides, grabbed the roof of the car, and after shaking it slightly hard, the roof of the car was violently lifted open.

The car suddenly turned into a convertible!

Looking at the mighty Optimus Prime in front of him, Sam suddenly started to shudder.

He leaned close to Simmons' ear and said proudly:

"You're in trouble!"

"Now, let me introduce to you grandly, this is my friend, Optimus Prime!"

Simmons stared blankly at Optimus Prime, who was several meters tall.

Agents from other cars also got out of the car and came over with guns pointed at Optimus Prime.

Optimus Prime was not afraid of these small guns.

"Taking away our friends is the wrong choice."

"Autobots, remove their weapons!"

As soon as these words came out, several other Autobots quickly appeared and surrounded many agents.

Ironpi directly pointed the several-meter-long barrel of the gun at the agents, and the agents did not dare to make the slightest move.

When Jazz saw this, he activated an electromagnet and sucked away all the guns.

At this moment, the agents were defenseless, and they raised their hands sincerely.

Optimus Prime lowered his head and approached Simmons. Simmons forced a smile on his face and stretched out his hand to say hello.

"Hello."

"You don't seem to be afraid of us. Aren't you surprised to see us?"

"There are rules in District 7, do you know that?"

Simmons explained.

"We can't communicate with you, other than to tell you 'can't communicate with you.'"

Seeing this, Optimus Prime didn't bother to ask further questions.

"Now, get out of the car!"

Looking at Optimus Prime with a sullen expression, Simmons and the driver immediately climbed out of the car.

Luo Ming and others also got off the bus.

Looking at the few people, Optimus Prime asked with concern: "Luo Ming, Sam, are you okay?"

"fine."

Luo Ming waved his hand.

Sam, on the other hand, raised his handcuffed hands.

"There's something wrong, please solve it for me!"

Facing the dark barrels of the Autobots, an agent wisely unlocked Sam's handcuffs.

After moving his hands, Sam came to Simmons and asked:

"What is District 7? Tell me?"

Simmons was unhappy when he saw Sam questioning himself so brazenly.

"I am the one who has the right to ask questions here, not you, young man!"

However, Sam was not deterred and continued to ask.

"How do you know about aliens?"

"I have no right to discuss these things with you!"

"is it?"

Sam took out Simmons' badge from his pocket.

When Simmons saw this, he immediately became anxious.

"It's illegal for you to touch me!"

"No, that's a badge to do whatever you want, isn't it?"

Sam raised the badge in his hand.

Seeing this, Simmons' face turned dark.

"Now that you have the support of these aliens, you have become bolder?"

"Stop talking nonsense, where is District 7?"

Simmons paused and said expressionlessly: "You don't want to know!"

Next to him, Bumblebee saw that Simmons was still so tough, he opened a hole in his crotch, and then sprayed a bubble of lubricant from it, pouring it on Simmons' head.

Simmons was drenched in lubricant, and his face became even darker.

"Hey, hey, stop making trouble, okay?"

Finally Optimus Prime spoke.

"Bumblebee, stop lubricating him."

The leader spoke, and Bumblebee stopped moving.

Then, Optimus Prime looked at Luo Ming and Sam.

"Now, what to do with them?"

Sam paused, he didn't know how to deal with Simmons and others.

Michaela suggested: "Hold them and keep them here, and then we leave?"

Upon hearing this proposal, both Sam and the Autobots agreed.

After all, they don't want to kill people and silence them.

But Luo Ming spoke at this time.

"........."