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Watching Jack run away, Su Yueming stood up and shouted loudly, "Hurry up and catch him! This is terrible!"
"Yes! Yes!" his men responded in unison.
"Show me that guy's information right now!" Su Yueming's anger was boiling over, his face twitching with fury. Even the man at his side bit his lip nervously—how hateful!
Su Yueming pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth roughly. "I hate this... I hate this so much."
Meanwhile, Jack slipped out of KSI with ease. The green car—already marked as a target—was waiting by the roadside. Jack swung open the door, and the sleek Mercedes-Benz pulled smoothly onto the road, rising in speed.
Back at the rundown attic where Optimus Prime and the others were hiding, Jack got out of the car.
"Did you find anything useful?" Optimus asked, his voice calm but firm.
"KSI's security is tighter than a vault. Getting into their core confidential research building is extremely difficult. But don't worry, I've got a plan," Jack grinned confidently.
The Inspector narrowed his eyes. "What kind of plan?"
"Every day, several convoys of vehicles enter that research facility. That's our way in—because what's less suspicious than a car?"
"You mean... you'll drive us in?"
Jack nodded. "Exactly. As long as we have an access card and a vehicle, getting inside won't be a problem."
"I see." Optimus nodded slowly.
"But there's no need to rush—we should wait a few days," Jack said, shrugging.
"Why wait?" Cade asked, suspicious.
"Just a gut feeling," Jack said quickly, pulling an excuse out of thin air. The truth was simple—he was sure Joyce was experimenting on fusing human biology with Transformer tech. Jack's earlier plan had gone up in smoke.
"What the heck is that supposed to mean?" Bumblebee shouted in confusion.
Optimus glanced at Jack. "Then we wait. A few more days won't hurt."
"Exactly," Jack said with a grin.
Four days passed. Jack had no more excuses to stall, so he and Cade drove Bumblebee straight toward KSI.
Outside the KSI classified research building, Jack and Cade sat inside Bumblebee, waiting for inspection by the security personnel.
"What's your real purpose here?" Cade asked suddenly, eyeing Jack.
"For the freedom and liberation of mankind," Jack replied with mock sincerity.
"Cut the crap. I know you're not some noble hero. I don't care what your agenda is—just stay away from my daughter," Cade said, his face serious and voice cold.
Jack chuckled. "Uncle Captain, you really worry too much. Honestly, you shouldn't even be thinking about that. Why not reflect on your late wife instead? You'll probably be seeing her in heaven soon anyway."
Cade frowned, voice tight. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, nothing. Just trying to cheer you up, Uncle Cade," Jack said with fake innocence.
"Is this car ready to be scanned?" a security officer asked through the window.
"Of course." Jack handed over the access card.
The guard scanned his face with a device and returned the card. "You're clear. Go ahead."
Jack drove Bumblebee into the first-floor lobby of the Secret Research Building. Overhead, an electronic voice repeated announcements:
"The third garage is currently under scan. Sanjiao Wing is undergoing system diagnostics..."
"We extract the essence of alien technology, surpass it in all aspects, and proudly introduce the 'Stinger'." On a massive screen, a glamorous woman spoke confidently.
"Is that their Super Robot? The Stinger? It looks like Bumblebee's evil twin," Jack remarked, staring at the red artificial Transformer prominently displayed in the hall. At the moment, Stinger remained inactive.
"It's nearly identical. Clearly modeled after Bumblebee," Cade said.
"The Stinger was inspired by the Bumblebee," the screen-woman continued, "but it surpasses him in every measurable way."
Bumblebee twitched at the words, spun in place, and released a puff of smoke in irritation.
"Bumblebee, calm down!" Cade said immediately.
"Uncle Captain, I'll leave this to you," Jack said and took off running deeper into the building.
"Hey! Jack, wait!" Cade called after him.
After putting on a white lab coat to blend in with the researchers, Jack began wandering through the restricted KSI research zones. This place held all of KSI's secrets.
"This is Decomposition Room No. 7. Continuing post-mortem analysis #12 on Surprising Day. Proceeding with head disassembly from Incident #32..." a synthetic voice buzzed overhead while scientists and engineers bustled around.
Jack's eyes landed on a massive silver-white Transformer standing dormant. "So this is 'Shocking'? Oh please—Megatron just got a new name. No matter what they do, it's still Megatron in a new suit."
"Hey, kid!" a voice shouted nearby.
Jack turned to see a small Transformer inside a transparent container. It was barely 50 centimeters tall, with scraggly wires like messy hair.
"Little Zhuge!" Jack smiled and walked over.
Little Zhuge blinked in confusion. "Kid, do you know Uncle Ben?"
"Of course I do," Jack said cheerfully.
"I haven't seen you around before. You must be new. Listen—if you sneak me out of here, I'll tell you a secret," Little Zhuge said, attempting to entice him.
"A secret? Let me guess—you're going to say that Shocking is actually just Megatron in a new body?" Jack replied coolly.
Little Zhuge yelped. "How did you know that?!"
"I just do. Now sit tight. Your brothers will be here soon." Jack waved him off and continued walking.
"Hey! Wait! Come back!" Little Zhuge called after him.
Jack arrived at Laboratory No. 1, where Wembley and a handful of researchers were crowded around a white lab mouse.
"Another failure?! You guys can't keep fumbling like this. The boss wants results in five days!" Wembley barked.
"Wembley! Still no progress?" Jack asked, approaching.
Wembley looked up, recognizing him. "Wait... it's you?"
"Yep, that's me." Jack clapped him on the shoulder. "How's the research going?"
Wembley sighed. "We tried injecting the mouse with Transformer elements. But once inside, the material just... devoured the cells. The poor thing didn't stand a chance. It died instantly."
"Mind showing me your data?" Jack asked.
"Sure, it's all here." Wembley gestured to the computer beside him.
Jack stepped over and scanned the data. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a flash of something darker appearing in his expression.
"You're close—very close," he murmured.
The updates may still be weak, but the end of the day draws near. In just a few more days, the exams will be over—and when the time comes, I ask my brothers to stand with me.