"Don't get excited, your girlfriend's boss is a human, but he works for the Decepticons. The Mercedes-Benz sports car your girlfriend drives is a Decepticon." Wesley didn't rush.

"Oh my God, you know why you didn't tell me earlier? What should I do now? No, I'm going to save her." Sam Witwich began to frizz again.

"Hey, man, you are too impatient, she is not in the slightest danger now, because she is just a tool to seduce you, what can you worry about? It's safer if you don't go to her."

"Yeah, she is safer if I don't go, but...but I can't stop. If I don't go, I will lose her. What should I do now? Why don't you tell me earlier?"

"Hehe, don't worry, tell you earlier, and then you tell your girlfriend, will she believe it? She will think you are jealous, so it is just right to go now, but there will be a battle after you go. , This is your first battle." Wesley paused after speaking, "I hope you can come back alive."

"Do you want to test me?" Sam Witwich asked.

"No, I just want to stimulate your potential. There is no time for you to train, so you can only go directly to the actual combat. For you and your girlfriend, you must win."

"Understood, rest assured, I will win." Sam Witovich hung up, then drove directly into the sports car and galloped away. Sam with a serious face came to the manor of his girlfriend Carly, where a cocktail party was being held. Sam Witovich parked the car aside, and then calmed down.

Then he stepped inside. His arrival did not attract the attention of the security guard, or he noticed but let him go. If it weren't for Wesley's reminder, he would not have noticed this. At a party in a private estate, people who did not have invitations would not be thrown out. These people all knew themselves, and Sam Witovich walked in calmly.

Girlfriend Carly and her boss Dylan Gould were sitting together and talking, and Sam Witwich walked directly over, "Carly, I think we should talk about our problems."

"Wow, Sam, welcome, how about sitting down for a drink?" Dylan Gould was waiting for this moment. Now that the protagonist is on the court, he is happy.

"I don't need alcohol, or a sports car, or work. I just need to talk to my girlfriend now, can I?" Sam Witovich remained calm. Don't think he is a little frizzy, but he is always very nervous when it matters. Calm, a person with a big heart can save the earth twice.

He stretched out his hand to Carly, and then looked at Dylan Gould. Carly stood up hurriedly at this time, "Sorry, let me be out of company." Fortunately, Sam is more important than the boss in Carly's heart. "What's the matter?" Carly asked in a low voice.

"Go out and talk about it." Sam Witwich pulled Carly out, while Dylan Gould tidied up his suit, then got up and followed them with a calm look.

"Sam, my father used to talk to me about some difficult choices." Dylan Gould's opening remark seemed to be about history or something? And Sam Witwich is not interested in this, he now wants to return to his sports car, where he thinks it is safe.

"Let’s talk about it next time, I need to talk to Carly well now, maybe she will give you a resignation letter tomorrow." Sam Witovich changed the subject.

But Dylan Gould didn’t want to transfer, he just got up, and in his heart, Sam Witwich must take Carly in the sports car he sent out. It’s the Decepticon Sonic. It has enough shocking effect.

"My father's accounting firm was in charge of reviewing the NASA budget. He taught me that if you don't participate in the war, you must stand on the side of the winner." Dylan Gould told Sam Witwich. I instantly understood why Wesley would say that this guy is a Decepticon person, review the space agency's budget, and then amplify the budget to force the United States to abandon the moon landing plan, so as to ensure that the secrets on the back of the moon are not discovered.

Sam Witovich did not stop, but a few minutes faster, he rushed out the door and pushed Carly into the co-pilot of the sports car. Then he jumped and slid from the front cover to the other. On the side, he opened the door and got into the car, his movements were unspeakable.

"Sam, is this your car?" Carly asked unclearly.

"Boom" the car started. As soon as Sam Witwich stepped on the accelerator, the sports car speeded up instantly, and then directly began to run out of the manor. But at this time he said: "Yes, this is my car, which really belongs to me. Your boss is from Decepticons, and the one he gave you is a Decepticon. I think you can submit it tomorrow. I resigned."

"What? How could it be..." Carly hadn't finished speaking. A Mercedes-Benz sports car behind them chased up. Carly looked back, it was her own car. The Mercedes-Benz sports car suddenly jumped up and then began to deform. A huge metal robot fell heavily on the ground, and then its legs moved away and directly chased it up. "Oh, no, Sam."

"I know, I know, I'm accelerating." The car started accelerating, but this is the manor, not the highway, the speed is limited, the sound wave catches up with a few steps, one arm is lifted, and the rear of Sam Witwich's sports car is lifted. , And then rolled in the air.

Sam Witwich originally planned to drive away directly, but now it seems impossible. His first fight is here, "Come on, transform."

Excitement, tension, excitement, fear, many emotions were expressed in the shouts, and they were complicated in his voice. A strange sound of "kakaka" was full of metallic texture. Sam Vitovich's body began to expand continuously with the deformation, and Carly was thrown out of the car directly, the deformation was completed, Sam Vitovich hurriedly caught Carly who was screaming.

"Boom" the body knelt on the ground, Sam Witwich put Carly on the ground, and Carly stared at the body blankly, "Sam?"

"It's me, I'm Sam Vitovich, the Transformers among humans, Carly, start running out now, don't look back." Sam Vitovich thought he was cool now, stood up and then turned around.

Dylan Gould followed, and he was a little stunned to see everything in front of him, "Are you Sam Witwich?"

The robot turned his head and glanced at Dylan Gould, "Didn't you say that you will be on the winning side? Then I will tell you who will win. Don't think that only you have the secret, you know too little." Sam. Witovich directly set his posture. This is what he and Rekki Simmons' bodyguards have learned these past few days, some simple fighting techniques.

Sonic looked at the robot in front of him with some confusion, and then he even began to scan his eyes, "You are not a Transformer," Sonic said.