Bumblebee had received Optimus Prime's orders, and as an Autobot, he did not harm the humans.
But the two Decepticons clearly had no such reservations.
They had already been swallowing their pride for a long time. Now, with Wrath's transmission attempt having failed and his inexplicable beating from behind, all that pent-up fury erupted at once.
The entire camp was engulfed in flames, thick smoke billowing into the sky.
Fewer than one in ten survived.
"Stop! You butchers!"
It had to be said that Bumblebee truly was a proper hero. Even though he had been attacked alongside them earlier—
Well, he had not been hurt, but he still did not care about that offense at all.
Instead, he was enraged by the Decepticons' slaughter and immediately charged toward the enemy on tiptoe.
In terms of combat ability, Bumblebee was not weak. He was no longer in the category of cannon fodder; under normal circumstances, he had taken out two Decepticons one after another.
But the reason he had succeeded was that the Decepticons had been brain-dead. Despite having two of them, they had charged in one at a time and practically handed him the win. They had sent one to kill Bumblebee while the other stayed behind to keep transmitting the signal, without realizing they should work together to take Bumblebee out first before returning to send the signal.
This time, though—well, the transmission had already failed. What else could they do?
The two could only attack shoulder to shoulder. There was no need to talk about honor when dealing with Autobots.
The result was, without a doubt, a one-sided beating.
Two Decepticons brutally beat up one weak, helpless Bumblebee.
"Bumblebee!"
Seeing Bumblebee being so miserably beaten from afar, Chali Watson's eyes welled with tears, and she grew deeply agitated.