The Autobots' Trouble

Time flew by, and more than half a year had passed since the Battle of Cairo.

Over the past six months, the overall situation on Earth had remained fairly peaceful.

At least, that was how many nations and powers saw it. There had been no more large-scale alien invasions, and even conflicts between human nations seemed as though someone had pressed a stop button.

Of course, in the eyes of certain observant people, Earth was far from as peaceful as it appeared on the surface. Africa in particular had remained extraordinarily lively over the past few months.

New Iacon City, inside a conference room.

Ratchet had transformed his right hand into a welding torch and was welding Hound's back.

Sparks continually flew from Hound's back, and his face was twisted in pain.

"Leader, we've been ambushed by humans again... Those disgusting Earth natives, don't they understand that we're protecting them? They're letting those Quintessa soldiers run wild across Africa. Do they think the massacres caused by those lunatics aren't enough already?"

The foul-tempered Jolt stood nearby, holding a shattered piece of metal armor plating against his forehead while endlessly complaining.

More than half a year had passed since the Battle of Cairo ended. During that time, under Optimus Prime's personal command, the Autobots had constantly traveled across Africa, hunting down Decepticon Replica Soldiers and Quintessa soldiers who could threaten human safety.

With nearly all of their main forces deployed, the Autobots had done a fairly good job of completing this mission.

So far, more than ninety-nine percent of the Quintessa soldiers and Decepticon Replica Soldiers on the African continent had been dealt with by the Autobots.

Yet not a single Autobot present was satisfied with this result.

Bang!

Ironhide slammed a heavy blow onto the sturdy alloy table in the