As You Can See, I'm a Wizard

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Rumble—"

Inside the mountain, Simmons had just demonstrated to everyone how the energy of the AllSpark could cause the machines to mutate when the entire base trembled. Then the lights in the room suddenly went out and came back on a moment later.

Starscream arrived, immediately showcasing his powerful fire control system and destroying the entire base's power supply facilities.

"Sir, the NBE-1 server room has lost power, and the backup equipment cannot generate enough power. We are about to lose NBE-1." A frantic shout came over the loudspeaker, the staff were like ants on a hot plate.

"What!?" Upon hearing this, everyone in the room was dumbfounded.

Russell shook his head speechlessly. Putting aside the fact that the base's freezing system was so rudimentary, it was already quite ridiculous that the America could spare no expense to build the Hoover Dam specifically for the AllSpark and Megatron, but was unwilling to build a few more backup generators.

Where did all the taxpayers' dollars go?

"Is there an armory here? Why don't we just blow it up?" Russell suggested.

Simmons flatly refused. "That's impossible. NBE-1 is humanity's most precious asset, and the progress of civilization needs it!"

"Don't underestimate humanity. Even without Megatron, humanity can still land on the moon." Russell shook his head slightly and said bluntly, "The AllSpark and Megatron live next door. Either move the AllSpark or destroy Megatron, otherwise humanity will have nothing to do with the future progress of civilization."

"I only have one way!" Sam suddenly said, "Bumblebee can take the AllSpark away. Let him in and move the AllSpark away."

Russell: Hey, any normal person would think of taking down Megatron first!

Simmons laughed in exasperation, "What a joke, entrusting the fate of the entire world to a car, or rather, an alien car?"

Russell frowned at Simmons, still sulking at this point; this guy was definitely as naive as Sam: "Agent Simmons, every second you hesitate increases the chances of human civilization being destroyed, so take him out first..."

"But... but I don't have the authority." Simmons panicked before Russell could finish speaking. Who could withstand such a huge accusation? But he had clearly misunderstood. Russell didn't mean to transfer the AllSpark, but to concentrate firepower and blow Megatron up on the spot.

"I have!"

At the critical moment, the minister, who had been forced to remain hidden, stepped forward. "Now I am the highest-ranking person here, Simmons. Send that vehicle to move the AllSpark."

"Yes, Minister!"

Russell: "..."

These people are hopeless!

The base entered a state of war, everyone received weapons and stood ready for battle, and a large number of soldiers were mobilized to NBE-1, the room where Megatron was located.

They split into two groups: one group of soldiers covered the retreat of the AllSpark, while the other group tried to call for air cover, as the communication system was completely paralyzed and they could only use old-fashioned machines.

Russell didn't accompany Bumblebee to cover the AllSpark. Decepticon, the most dangerous Megatron, and if they missed their chance, it would be difficult to take him down again.

However, when Russell arrived at the NBE-1 hangar, he saw the roar of gunfire inside...

Boom! Boom! Boom—

A Legion base agents used rifles and Rocket to shatter the frost on Megatron's body, using powerful firepower to heat him up. Then, a pair of scarlet electronic eyes lit up, and a materialized energy shield that was almost visible to the naked eye appeared. Bullets hitting it could only create ripples.

"I am Megatron!!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—

After a barrage of bombardments, Megatron wiped out the agents inside, venting his anger at being imprisoned by humans, and transformed into Cybertron fighter jet, flying out of Hoover Dam.

Russell the Cat didn't show up behind the wall. He had too many useless teammates to carry him, and he was afraid that if he went in, he would be screwed over!

"Let me think... At the end of the Battle of Los Angeles, Sam obtained a fragment of the AllSpark, and thus inherited the information recorded in the AllSpark..." Russell felt a bit of a toothache. If he had known this would happen, he would have gone to Los Angeles with Bumblebee from the beginning.

But why Los Angeles again?

Every time aliens attack Earth, the battlefield keeps circling around a few cities like Los Angeles, New York, and Chicago. This place is just too unlucky!

"Ya ga ga ga—"

"Decepticon! Attack! Attack!"

Just as Russell was looking for a vehicle to head to Los Angeles, a familiar, shrill scream came from a room at the end of the corridor. He went over to take a look and his brows immediately furrowed.

It's confusion!

"So it really was him who lured the Decepticon. I'm afraid unsealing Megatron was also his doing, but I remember he should have been in my safe..."

Without a word, Russell strode over, his hands forming a loose fist, and two Desert Eagle appeared in his palms.

Inside the warehouse, Simmons, along with the Department of Defense, a large black man, and a blonde woman, rummaged through the junk and found a radio, preparing to contact the US Air Force using Morse code.

Mikaela was here too; Russell had gone missing, and she had come along to help. While she wasn't particularly wise, she was certainly clever enough to survive longer by staying with powerful figures during times of war than with nobodys.

Unfortunately, their operation was discovered by the chaos, and a battle ensued. The chubby black man and the blonde beauty were responsible for contacting the Air Force, while the Secretary and Simmons provided cover fire, and Mikaela supplied them with ammunition.

Boom!!

A blue flash exploded, and the people in the warehouse lay down for cover. The two large doors were blown open by the explosion, and Mi Luan screamed as he fell into the room.

Russell strode in, pistols upside down. The man, bewildered, scrambled to his feet, shaking his head and preparing to avenge the sneak attack. But upon seeing Russell, he immediately cowered and began frantically searching for the ventilation ducts.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—

The Desert Eagle fired continuously, its Magic Power -infused bullets repelling Confusion step by step, pinning it firmly to the wall. Then, a sudden flash of blue light appeared, and a powerful, destructive bullet instantly shattered the energy shield, blasting Confusion to pieces.

The warehouse was completely silent. The minister and Simmons stared in disbelief at Russell and the two Desert Eagle pistols in his hands. Magnum Research Corporation had already produced weapons specifically for dealing with aliens.

Mikaela cheered and jumped, running and leaping into Russell. The minister then asked the question that everyone was wondering, "Mr. Russell, are you from Earth?"

"Of course, all my documents prove I'm an Earthling, but I have another identity..." Russell said, flashing his Desert Eagle Celestial: "As you can see, I'm a magician!"

Minister. "..."

I really didn't see that!

"Agent Simmons!" Russell shattered the chaotic metal skull with a single shot, frowning as he said, "I warned you before not to touch my things. Why is the alien I locked in the safe in Section 7?"

Simmons swallowed hard. "I was just following the rules and regulations..."

"Because of your rules and regulations, this robot arrived in Section 7 and relayed information about Megatron and the AllSpark to the other Decepticon. Excellent, you've successfully pushed Earth to the brink!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Department of Defense's face darkened. Not only Earth, but he too had just been pushed to the edge of a cliff.

Simmons: "..."

That's it. Forget about security guards; they should be thanking their lucky stars if they don't end up in a military court!

Simmons' future looked bleak, and the minister, full of doubts, hurriedly asked, "Mr. Russell, how many magicians like you are there on Earth?"

"There are many, close to 300 as far as I know! But they don't get involved in the alien invasion of Earth. I only captured one because I became interested. Before that, I didn't want to bother with these trivial matters." Russell shook his head slightly, indicating that magicians were too busy to deal with such trivial matters as alien invasion of Earth.

"What? This concerns the survival of Earth, why are you all indifferent?" The minister asked incredulously. What good would it do you magicians if Earth were destroyed?

"The dimensions of magicians are not limited to this universe. The Sorcerer Supreme led us to resist extraterrestrial demons. Beyond the dimensions, there are countless demon gods who want to invade Earth. Mere aliens... are too low a level."

Minister. "..."

This is getting more and more complicated. It sounds like a comic book story. Am I not only a fake minister, but also living on a fake Earth?

Mikaela whispered, "Russell, does God really exist?"

"Certainly!"

Russell glanced at the crowd, slung his pistols over his back, and pointed an empty finger at the sky and the ground. "Not only gods and devils, but heaven and hell also exist. If you want a good life after death, accumulate more good deeds in your daily life and stop thinking about fighting this and that all the time. As far as I know, the America States is on the blacklist, so you will all go to hell in the future."

"Sigh, we're all going to hell?" Mikaela exclaimed. In the America, where faith is rampant, apart from certain special sects, no one wants to go to hell.

Russell reassured him, "Don't worry, I'll put in a good word and get Heaven to open a back door for you after you die. I still have that much influence."

"You're amazing!"

"It's alright, mainly because the Sorcerer Supreme has a wild way of doing things, and we're just benefiting from it."

"Mr. Russell, could you help me get a back door too?" Simmons shamelessly approached.

"Sure, I'll get Cerberus to help and find a few strong demons to open it for you!"

Simmons: "..."

"Simmons, is this the time to talk about these things?" The minister shoved Simmons aside and said solemnly to Russell, "Regardless of whether the magicians exist or not, the safety of the Earth is at stake, and none of us can stand idly by. I hope you will contribute your strength, please!"

"The Autobots can handle this, just wait patiently for good news."

The minister shook his head. "No, they are not from Earth after all."

Russell scratched his head, looking troubled, and said, "Minister, what you say makes a lot of sense, but fighting has already broken out in Los Angeles, and I won't be able to get there in time."

The minister nodded solemnly. "As long as you're willing to help, I'll take care of the rest."

"Okay, but I have one request: don't disturb my peaceful life afterwards."

"No problem."

"That's good!"

Receiving a satisfactory answer, the minister was in much better spirits. Two groups of aliens were using the America as a battlefield, and he, the Department of Defense, was powerless to stop them. Now, he had finally found an outside help. Although Russell was not under the jurisdiction of the Department of Defense, he was still an Earthling, which could at least save some face.

"Simmons, are there any survivors left in the base? Get a car here right now, we need to get to Los Angeles immediately." The minister was far less polite to Simmons, his menacing expression suggesting he wanted to tear him apart.

Simmons wiped a bead of cold sweat. "Minister, is a helicopter alright?"

"Damn it, what do you think!"

"But we don't have a pilot..."

Minister. "..."

Give me the gun, I want to kill this bastard!

"Minister, it doesn't matter if we don't have pilots. Don't underestimate magicians. We can skillfully drive any means of transportation."