Autobots, Transform!

"They actually caught him?"

In the office, a restless Jiang Jin turned around abruptly. "Is that for real?"

"I saw it with my own eyes in the video. It's that kid; I'd recognize him even if he were burned to ashes!" Qi Qin guaranteed. "They said that while they were grabbing that little girl, he just delivered himself right to their doorstep... Damn it, after dragging it out for so long, I thought something had gone wrong."

Jiang Jin couldn't help but stand up. He paced the office in deep thought for a long while before giving a firm nod.

"Very good. Ming Zai did a good job with this."

He gestured toward the burly man at the office door, who let out a raspy chuckle without speaking. The old man then continued, "You all get ready. I'm going to contact 'that side.' Once they arrive, send him over immediately to avoid any complications. If this is handled well, there will be no shortage of money or goods for any of you, so make sure you put your hearts into it! Bai Yi, you get ready too. Don't let that little bastard cook up any nasty schemes."

"Understood, Boss." In the shadows of the corner lights, the slightly gaunt man nodded.

After making the call, Jiang Jin returned to his chair. As he looked back at the bustling traffic outside the window, he couldn't help but reveal a smile. If that kid really was a Chosen Summoner... then this time, he was going to make a killing!

He leaned back in his chair, finding a comfortable position to admire the scenery on the bridge outside the window. Whenever he was like this, he felt as if the entire Yacheng was right before his eyes.

It was intoxicating.

Although the elevated highway was right next door, bringing constant noise, the location was convenient and accessible from all directions. If anything were to happen, running away would be simple and easy.

Still, after today, he might consider moving to a better place. If he could secure the outsourced business from the Security Bureau, he might be able to climb another level...

Suddenly, however, he saw a faint red light rise from the neon glow outside the window, flickering and elusive.

It looked like a bird.

Soaring through the night sky, it drew closer, peering inward through the glass.

It was a...

"Drone?"

Jiang Jin froze for a moment, subconsciously feeling that something was wrong, but the camera drone that Ji Jue had swiped from Laila quickly gained altitude.

It cleared the space.

Then, a piercing horn blared, rapidly growing from faint to deafening—accompanied by two blindingly bright headlights!

Right then, on the elevated highway outside the window, a battered minivan in the middle of the traffic suddenly accelerated. Its four tires spun frantically, emitting sharp screeching sounds and sending sparks flying.

With a sudden turn and burst of speed, it smashed through the median barrier and crossed the flow of traffic in the opposite lane. With momentum unchecked, it crushed the broken railing, its raised hood clearing the edge of the overpass before launching out!

It was just like an athlete clearing a hurdle, agile to the point of absurdity.

It whistled through mid-air!

It lunged toward the building standing in the night, a dozen meters away!

The dazzling high beams flared like the eyes of a monster, rapidly enlarging, enlarging, and enlarging again from the air outside the glass...

"Run!"

Jiang Jin didn't even have time to figure out if the car looked familiar; he bolted by instinct. At the critical moment, his bodyguard Bai Yi reached out and grabbed him, moving with incredible speed to rush out of the office.

Only Qi Qin stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the rapidly enlarging lights, subconsciously reaching out a hand and crying out in despair, "Help—"

BOOM!!!

The floor-to-ceiling glass fell apart, turning into a rain of shards that scattered in all directions under the impact of the minivan, which hit like a cannonball. The uninvited guest that had fallen from the sky had already crashed head-on into the entire office!

It plummeted!

With unstoppable force, it crushed the expensive Huanghuali Wood Desk and seemed to roll directly over someone. The tires flew off, but the sliding momentum couldn't be stopped until it finally came to a screeching halt after smashing through half a wall.

Dust and thick smoke danced in the air. After the loud explosion, nothing remained but the song echoing in the dead silence.

It was a joyous, celebratory anthem coming from the car radio.

Singing of a beautiful life and a beautiful future!

Outside the door, Jiang Jin's expression twitched. Before he could process what had happened, his gaze was drawn to the blood-soaked face beneath the vehicle.

Qi Qin was vomiting blood, struggling to reach out a hand toward him, his lips moving.

He seemed to be begging for something.

But immediately after, a foot stepped onto his face and ground down.

Crack. Silence followed.

"Please don't be afraid, everyone. We are peace-loving Autobots!"

In the spreading smoke, a young face faintly emerged, introducing himself to him with great enthusiasm: "I am the leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime. I've come here today specifically to pick you all up to go to Cybertron for the New Year's Gala. Let's all make dumplings together!"

BANG!

Before they could react, a lethal, Blazing Light of venomous fire erupted from the dissipating smoke.

It was as if dozens of lines of fire had bloomed out of thin air in an instant, piercing through the thick fog and dust, whistling outward!

In Lu Feng's hands was a Guardian 9 Submachine Gun, a weapon for urban warfare highly praised by the Federation, the Empire, and even terrorists alike—durable, rugged, stable, and reliable.

Nine-millimeter caliber bullets, with a modified 45-round magazine.

With the trigger held down, in this space that was already point-blank range on the battlefield, he emptied the entire clip in less than three seconds!

Amidst the short, continuous roars of gunfire, the muzzle in Lu Feng's hand swept across, locked firmly onto that figure scurrying away with his head in his hands. Suddenly, Ji Jue could only hear the constant wailing and screaming.

Outside the door, those underlings who hadn't yet grasped what was happening didn't even have time to poke their heads out before they fell neatly to the ground, like wheat stalks collapsing in the wind.

Lu Feng had already discarded the submachine gun he'd emptied, reached back with his other hand, pulled out another, and pulled the trigger!

With his left hand, he fished a stun grenade from his pocket, expertly bit off the pin, and tossed it along the floor. The grenade tumbled, struck the corner outside the door, rolled into the blind spot, and exploded with a roar, bringing a fresh wave of stimulation and surprise to the trash who had been lucky enough to survive.

"Kill him! Kill him!!!" Protected by his subordinates, Jiang Jin roared and shrieked, his eyes splitting with rage.

Right before him, a burly man spread his arms wide.

He shielded Jiang Jin, blocking the path of Lu Feng's muzzle head-on.

He took over sixty percent of the bullets, absorbing them all!

His skin had turned silver-white, like metal; sharp metallic barbs and prisms grew from within his body, covering him to form heavy armor.

And on his most vulnerable face, a hideous Ghost Mask appeared!

Metalization!

That was a Chosen One of the Wasteland Ruins Path. Though it was unclear what his matrix was, his rank was definitely higher than Ji Jue's. Ordinary bullets striking him couldn't even penetrate that defense, which was superior to any bulletproof vest!

Of course, he couldn't compare to Wen Jie at all—Ji Jue wanted to say that, but after experiencing one instance of the two of them teaming up to slaughter everything in their path, he understood the terrifying gap between himself and her even better.

An opponent who was nothing to her was already enough to torture and kill him hundreds of times over!

"Feng Ge, stun grenade, don't stop!"

Ji Jue shouted.

It was clear that the previous flash and violent shock had left the opponent temporarily delayed and dizzy, but since he was already under control, they might as well keep him controlled until he was dead!

Lu Feng clearly understood this logic even better than Ji Jue. He strode forward over the blood and shell casings, and after emptying his submachine gun, he pulled out the Annihilator Shotgun from his back.

What sprayed from it were slugs carefully prepared for such high-defense targets!

The roaring sound was incessant.

With every ejected shell, one could see a large dent appear on the burly man's armor; deformed shrapnel either splattered away or embedded itself into him, and the terrifying impact actually pushed him, causing him to slide backward step by step!

"Bai Yi—"

The Chosen One beneath the Ghost Mask shrieked hoarsely.

Outside the office, in the chaotic area, the Chosen One who had dragged Jiang Jin into the corner finally Sighed in Relief. He turned his head, raised his hand to his lips, and blew a silent whistle.

Under the flickering lights, the shadows boiled.

Those shadows wriggled, converged, and tightened, actually turning into a physical entity. They outlined a bizarre, six-legged, eight-armed monster that writhed constantly. It moved lightly, as if weightless, and charged straight at Lu Feng.

Bullets struck it, tearing open a large hole, but immediately after, the Shadow Beast's wounds healed instantly. Aside from consuming a bit of Spiritual Substance, it was practically unscathed!

After one failed strike, Lu Feng had already withdrawn his gaze, focusing intently on suppressing the Ghost Mask Chosen One before him.

He didn't even spare it a glance!

And in the office behind him, without even needing a wave from Ji Jue, the steel creation that had long been impatient flew out as well!

The Little Lamb, looking deceptively like a dog, leaped into the air. Its shell split mid-air, countless mechanical modules shifted and rubbed against each other, and before the rotation had even ended, it transformed into a unrecognizable Dragon Blood monster, roaring at the top of its lungs!

Although the roar sounded no different from a horn, at least it didn't lack momentum.

Just like that, it collided with the Shadow Beast, which feared no piercing. They fell from mid-air; the Shadow Beast shook violently, screaming silently, as limbs lashed out, entwining and turning into sharp blades as if to tear it apart in an instant. But immediately after, a harsh grinding sound rang out, and sparks Splattered!

Perhaps Lawrence was right: the Wasteland Ruins Path was matter itself, the trail left behind by the dragon.

The Little Cow and Horse, infused with Dragon Blood, looked like a plastic motorcycle, but the sturdiness of its core already surpassed many special alloys in the world! Even if it hit a fully loaded South Wind Truck head-on, it could punch a motorcycle-shaped hole straight through it!

Of course, whether Ji Jue, who was riding it at the time, would be dead or alive was another matter entirely...

At this moment, the Little Cow and Horse was in its unmanned, strongest form, having gone completely insane for the promise of an unlimited chicken leg feast from Ji Jue!

Chicken legs, delicious!

Unlimited chicken legs, unlimited deliciousness!!!

Amidst the constant echoing of sharp horn blasts, its five sharp claws tore and scratched frantically, dragging the Shadow Beast to roll, collide, and bite.

It was clearly a Spiritual Substance Shadow Beast that ordinary matter could hardly damage, yet at this moment, under the biting of that giant maw, it began to panic and feel fear.

Its destroyed limbs and body actually couldn't recover!?

"Screw your mother!!!"

Amidst the continuous bombardment of the shotgun, the armored Chosen One, Ming Yan, let out a roar.

In the dizziness brought on by the successive stun grenades, the steel crystals all over his body suddenly surged again, forming a large shield on his bent arm that constantly broke and repaired itself.

Just like that, holding the large shield in front of him, he moved against the bombardment of the slugs, step by step, forcing his way toward Lu Feng.

The smile beneath the Ghost Mask grew increasingly hideous.

But at that instant, Lu Feng actually lowered his muzzle and, without hesitation, tossed the shotgun—whose barrel was nearly glowing red—to the side and raised his hands.

"Feng Ge, ready."

When Ji Jue's voice came through the earpiece, he had already knelt on the ground with his hands behind his head in a standard, fluid motion, his elbows touching the floor as if kowtowing to a deity...

That was the standard, infuriatingly perfect, anti-artillery prone position!