First-Person Shooter Game

Mom, I want to go home!

Sam crouched behind an armored vehicle with his butt sticking out, weeping bitterly. He had thought that after cutting ties with Optimus Prime and the others, he could go home, buy luxury cars, and pick up beautiful women. Who would have thought he would get dragged into a war again?

Sector Seven had flown him back to Hoover Dam by plane, while Optimus Prime and the others still had to drive over by land, so naturally they could not match their speed.

Now, the human military was completely no match for the Decepticon army, making Sam regret things even more.

Why the hell had he gotten involved with Optimus Prime and the others in the first place? Wasn't that just screwing himself over?

Now he was screwed. He couldn't get back!

"Tell me what you know!"

Agent Simmons, the head of Sector Seven, was also hiding behind an armored vehicle. He looked at Sam and asked irritably, "Tell me everything you know! What are their weaknesses?"

"How the hell would I know?"

Sam replied irritably. These were aliens whose technology was more advanced than Earth's. You were asking him about their weaknesses? How was he supposed to know?

"..."

Simmons fell silent as well. Fine, he had been stupid just now. How could some little kid possibly know that?

At the end of the day, Sam was merely a young man lucky enough to have encountered those aliens. It was not as if he were some protagonist.

"Then tell me, what's with the million dollars in your account?"

After a moment of silence, Simmons still asked the question.

"Man, look at the situation right now. Why are you asking about that?"

Sam was even more annoyed at the mention of it. Where was the