Disappointed Optimus Prime

Leaving aside the ugliness on the moon, after Lightning and the others retreated in disarray.

In the Arctic Circle on Earth, the drama did not end just because one of its main players, the Decepticons, had withdrawn.

On the contrary, after the U.S. military communicated with the Autobots and learned that a small number of Decepticons had escaped while all the rest had been eliminated by them.

Batch after batch of ground troops soon began entering the Sewell Valley under the escort of the United States Air Force and Army Aviation.

In an open area still blanketed in ice and snow, Optimus Prime watched a group of Americans approach, and the smile on his face quickly vanished.

"Lord Optimus Prime, we have taken over this area. We hope that you Autobots can withdraw as soon as possible. And let me remind you—everything here belongs to America!"

The speaker was a middle-aged white man in a suit. Optimus Prime had dealt with the United States Government for over a year, and instantly realized that the man was likely from the White House.

Such lofty arrogance could only come from those so-called political elites, whose bodies carried the sinful blood of ancestors who sold Black slaves, burned, killed, and plundered Native Americans, and indulged in boundless greed.

Their ancestors had all built their fortunes on evil; the character of these elites was easy enough to imagine.

Thanks to his excellent self-restraint, Optimus Prime held back his anger.

Unfortunately, not all of the Autobots under his command were so even-tempered.

Hound suddenly reached out, grabbed the middle-aged white man who had been pointing and gesturing at Optimus Prime, and snorted. "Human, what right do you have to point fingers at the great Autobots?"

The middle-aged white man Hound had seized turned pale from