Click”

A black SUV with the S.H.E.L.D. logo was printed on it and quickly turned around the street corner, parked outside a small alley in the Bronx. Lincoln, wearing sunglasses, opened the car door and jumped down.

He took two agents along the street to carry out his mission.

The streets were a little confused at this time. People may not know the news that the Cybertrons had landed on Earth, but there was no doubt that the network crash that broke out several hours ago had attracted their attention.

The inexplicably missing bank deposits, the stock market data that fell and collapsed like a waterfall, and the completely disrupted work plan, etc., this chaos originating from the Internet world has spread to the real world before dawn.

I noticed these chaotic people, gathered on the street with a blank look on their faces, and some people were blocking the door of the bank that had not yet been opened. They angrily questioned the left-behind staff, and asked them to return all their deposits regardless of the situation.

As Mr. Lex Luther of Gotham expected, the collapse at the network level is affecting the real world. As time goes by, when dawn comes the next day, the world order will inevitably suffer a new round of impact.

Fortunately, there is still time to recover from the outbreak of panic...

"In the words of data experts, the real Internet age has not yet entered. The decepticons' rampage in the Internet world has not affected everyone in the real world."

Lincoln looked at the people who gathered together and looked very confused and shouting, and he whispered to the agents behind him:

"We should probably feel grateful for this..."

"But things are already in trouble."

The agent behind Lincoln whispered:

"It is said that several people have jumped off the building on Wall Street. Fortunately, I am more traditional and I only saved a little money in the bank, otherwise I will definitely be about to collapse now."

"If you don't solve the trouble in front of you as soon as possible, the money you keep at home will soon be worthless."

Lincoln pushed his sunglasses and said:

"Let's go and find that guy."

Lincoln walked through the noisy crowd and continued to walk along the street. On his phone in his hand, a green dotted line was clearly marked for Lincoln's destination.

More than ten seconds later, Agents of SHIELD stood at the entrance of a small deli at the intersection of the street.

He looked up at the store's signboard.

"Simmons Delicatess...well, it's here."

Lincoln tidied up his clothes, gestured to the two agents beside him, asking them to guard the door, and then he pushed open the door of the deli and walked into the unknown small shop.

This 24-hour store looks deserted. It is almost early in the morning and no one will come to buy things at this time.

"Ding, Ding"

The Inhuman Brother reached out and pressed the bell at the counter. The crisp sound echoed in the deli. After a moment, a middle-aged man wearing a sweatshirt and an apron, looking a little unkempt, walked out of the kitchen.

He yawned, and didn't even look at Lincoln, a little cynical and seemingly weak:

“Welcome to Simmons Delicatessen, we have freshly prepared bacon and all kinds of…”

"I'm not here to buy things."

Lincoln put something in front of the middle-aged man, and he whispered:

"And, hello... Agent Simmons."

"Who are you?"

Reggie Simmons, the former field agent in the Seventh District of the Ministry of Defense who lost his job a year ago, was stunned for a moment. He looked at the agent document Lincoln placed in front of him, then took a step back vigilantly, reached out and quietly held the pistol placed under the counter.

This down-and-out guy's eyes were full of suspicion. Compared to a few years ago, although he was a little fat, he was still quick to hold a gun.

"How did you know me?"

Simmons raised his hand and pointed a gun at Lincoln, and he asked loudly:

"You sent them? Ha, you are finally going to attack me, right?"

This guy called out with a sarcastic look:

"You are afraid that I will reveal your ugly secrets! You scumbags who have defected to aliens! Don't even scare me!"

"Calm down."

Lincoln looked at the pistol pointing at him, waved his hand and explained softly:

"I'm not from the Ministry of Defense, I'm not interested in your life, I just want to talk to you."

"I won't compromise with you!"

There was a trace of unconcealed fear in Simmons' eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and said:

"I have written the matter in the seventh district into a memoir and stored it in another place. As long as I die, those things will be revealed! You can't cover up those mistakes."

"I said, I just want to talk to you."

Lincoln frowned. He felt that the down-and-out guy in front of him seemed to be suffering from persecution.

"No, there's nothing to talk about!"

Agent Simmons said stubbornly:

"I am a conscience, don't try to bribe me!"

"You can't help it!"

Lincoln's fingers wielded, and before Simmons fired, a beating arc fell on Simmons' wrist.

His inhuman ability is very sharp to ordinary people. The moment the blue arc touched Simmons' skin, the depressed agent's eyes widened due to a sudden electric shock. After 1 second, his face trembled gray, and then Lincoln grabbed his wrist and pulled it out of the counter.

"See clearly!"

Lincoln put his agent's ID in front of Simmons, he said:

"I'm an Agent of SHIELD, I'm here for the Seventh District, Reggie Simmons, if you're really a person with a conscience as you said, then you should help me at this moment."

Lincoln's words used the Axis Seal. Although he was not as good at the release of the French Seal as Colson, for Simmons, who was paralyzed by electric shock at this time, such a little strength was enough to calm him down.

"The mission is completed."

Lincoln waved to the agent at the door and said:

"Send this guy back as fast as possible! The sir is waiting for him."

More than ten minutes later, Reggie Simmons, whose head was covered in a black bag, was dragged into a room by two agents. He was thrown on a chair. In a slightly suffocating fear, the black bag on his face was pulled down.

Agent Simmons' breathing was a little rapid. This series of treatments made him think of some bad things, which made his face pale.

But unexpectedly, the one that appeared in front of Simmons was not an interrogation room full of torture instruments.

This is a spacious house with bright lights, which looks like a living room, and on the sofa in front of him, a guy wearing a black windbreaker and frameless glasses, with a calm and slightly cold face staring at him with a falcon-like gaze.

On the chair next to Agent Simmons, there was a drunk guy sitting. Although the guy was unshaven and decadent, Simmons recognized him immediately.

That was Colonel George Burns...uh, former Colonel, his former colleague.

A few years ago, the two of them served together in the Secret Project of the Department of Defense, "Second Area", and also carried out a mission to capture the Cybertrons in California together. Unfortunately, that mission failed.

Because of the rebellion of the Decepticon Cybertrons who cooperated with them, the team commanded by Colonel Burns suffered heavy casualties. That incident left serious psychological problems for Colonel Burns, who had originally had a promising future. He became extremely disgusted with the Cybertrons, so he had to transfer from the command level to logistics. Before Simmons and a group of people were fired by the Ministry of Defense, Colonel Burns retired almost at the same time.

Merlin, sitting on the sofa, was also watching Simmons and the drunk Colonel Burns.

In 1998, when he was dealing with the Bumblebee incident, he had contact with these two guys. He found something he needed in the memories of Simmons and Burns. It was also from their memories that Merlin learned about the existence of fire sources and Megtron for the first time.

But these two guys certainly didn't know Meilin, and Meilin washed away their memories at that time.

"Bang"

A few seconds later, Merlin reached out and snapped his fingers, drawing Agent Simmons' gaze on him.

Meilin looked at the former field agent who was fired by the Ministry of Defense and was so depressed that he could only return to his mother's deli shop to help. He said:

"Mr. Simmons, we are all people in the same industry, so I won't talk nonsense... I need you to take me into the base of the Ministry of Defense's District 7 project in the Sahara Desert, where there is something strategically important and we have to get it back."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Agent Simmons said stubbornly:

"I don't know what base there is in the Sahara Desert."

"Oh, it seems you still haven't figured out what's going on now."

Merlin leaned on the sofa in disappointment, and he said:

"I thought you were a smart person, but I didn't expect you to be a fool like everyone else. Lincoln, let Agent Simmons see how bad the situation we are facing now."

Lincoln, who was standing next to Merlin, took out a tablet computer, threw it at Simmons, who took it in his hand and looked at the screen and found that it was a scene taken from a high altitude.

In the picture is a sand dune under the vast night. Below the rolling sand dunes in the desert, a huge scorpion can be vaguely seen. Under the reflection of the moonlight, there is a cold metallic light on the shell of the scorpion under the dune, which means it is not a flesh-and-blood creature.

Then the picture turned and Simmons saw two piles of cleaned remains. Among the twisted steel, some broken limbs of steel giants could be vaguely seen, just like human bodies that were blown up.

"They are here, Agent Simmons."

Merlin looked at Simmons' fast changing expression and said slowly:

"The Cybertrons, the Cybertrons you have worked with, are no longer disguised as your friends. They are starting to invade the earth with great fanfare, and there are some boneless assholes who are helping them. Speaking of which, Simmons, you shouldn't be stupid enough to think that today's network crash is really due to technical reasons, right?"

"I just knew..."

Agent Simmons did not answer Merlin's question. He grabbed the tablet in his hand and said gritting his teeth:
To be continued...