Chapter Forty-Four: Seeking Help

“Damn it, who the hell leaked the information?” The President of the United States switched off the television, his fury barely contained as he turned to question Mu Lechang beside him.

“Mr. President, it’s possible our satellite was hacked,” Mu Lechang replied, head bowed.

“Possible! Our satellite was hacked and we only just discovered it, and you tell me it’s possible?” the President snapped.

“I’m sorry, Mr. President. The Decepticons’ technology is at least a hundred years ahead of ours,” Mu Lechang tried to explain.

At this answer, the President pressed his weary hands to his face, drawing a deep breath to steady himself before asking, “How is the withdrawal of our overseas forces progressing?”

“It’s underway, sir. But even at best, it’ll take more than ten hours before the returning troops are battle-ready,” Mu Lechang answered.

Hearing that it would take another ten hours, the President lost his composure again. “In ten hours, everyone inside will be dead! What good will they be when they get back?”

“Mr. President, at this point, there are only two options: either we launch a nuclear strike, or we request help from the Autobots,” Mu Lechang said softly, wary of further angering the President.

With his right hand supporting his forehead, the President fell silent for a long time before speaking again, his tone drained, “Contact the Autobots for help.”

“Yes, Mr. President.” Mu Lechang gave a slight bow and left the office.

“The United States has requested our aid,” Optimus Prime announced as he arrived at the airport, addressing Wang Jing, who stood in front of a supersonic stealth aircraft.

“It’s much sooner than expected. Grab your weapons, we’re moving out!” Wang Jing ordered.

After returning Optimus Prime and his companions to the primary dimension, Wang Jing boarded the supersonic stealth plane bound for America.

Since the supersonic stealth jet had been transformed into a Transformer by the AllSpark, it no longer needed midair refueling or a pilot. With Wang Jing was Liu Peiqiang; due to the battle armor, Li Xian was no longer Wang Jing’s personal bodyguard.

After all, for someone like Wang Jing, who possessed armor and the ability to traverse dimensions, if he ever encountered a danger even he couldn’t escape, Li Xian’s presence would be of little help—perhaps even a liability.

This time, it took just over two hours for Wang Jing to reach the outskirts of New York. Then, he and Liu Peiqiang infiltrated the city.

Wang Jing’s mission was to get as close as possible to Megatron, and then teleport Optimus Prime’s team to his side, ending the battle as quickly as possible.

Carefully evading the Decepticons stationed on street corners, they slipped through the ruins of abandoned buildings.

While crossing a corridor, Wang Jing and Liu Peiqiang ran into a squad of U.S. Special Forces who had also infiltrated the city.

“Don’t shoot, we’re here to support you,” Wang Jing said to the tense team leader, William Lennox, who had his gun trained on them.

When William saw the advanced armor Wang Jing and Liu Peiqiang wore, he quickly signaled his men to lower their weapons.

“Why are there only two of you?” William asked, puzzled.

“We’re just scouting ahead. The main force will follow soon,” Wang Jing replied.

“Need any help?”

“No, the two of us are enough.” Wang Jing continued forward, patting William on the shoulder as he passed. “Good luck, brother!”

Watching Wang Jing and Liu Peiqiang disappear into the shadows, Robert, the Black soldier at William’s side, whispered enviously, “I wish I had armor like that. So cool.”

“Won’t be long now. I hear command is already developing powered exoskeletons. But you’ll have to survive to get to wear one,” William said, glancing at Robert.

Dodging one Decepticon sentry after another, Wang Jing and Liu Peiqiang finally reached Central Plaza in New York. Then Wang Jing brought Liu Peiqiang back to the primary dimension.

“Is everyone ready?”

“We can’t wait any longer!” Ironhide declared, hefting his arm cannon.

“Then let’s begin. Get ready—once we’re in, focus all fire on Megatron first, then Soundwave. As for Shockwave, we don’t know his location yet, but he’s definitely on Earth. We’ll find him eventually.”

With that, Wang Jing activated his dimensional travel ability. Thanks to his increased power, this time he teleported more than twenty Autobots at once.

The sudden arrival of the Autobots caught Megatron off-guard. He hadn’t even transformed his right arm into a fusion cannon before dozens of shells struck his chest, limbs, and head.

Under such a barrage, even the strongest armor couldn’t hold. Megatron’s defenses were already battered and broken, so the first concentrated volley brought him crashing to the ground.

Skyquake fared better, taking only a few hits to his toughest armor—after all, this was just for show, no need to go overboard.

At the sound of gunfire, Decepticons rushed toward the plaza, including Soundwave, Megatron’s right hand.

The Autobots immediately shifted all firepower to Soundwave. Designed for logistics and communications, Soundwave managed to dodge a few shells but was ultimately shredded by the relentless barrage, collapsing to the ground.

Other Decepticons, some armed, some piloting patrol craft, surged in. But the Autobots were ready—shoulder-mounted and handheld railguns claimed a Decepticon with every shot, not to mention the supporting fire from other weapons.

As the Autobots expanded their territory, Wang Jing ran to Megatron’s corpse and took it back to the primary dimension.

Bumblebee, who served as Wang Jing’s portable power source, collapsed to his knees the moment they returned, legs shaking, utterly drained.

Wang Jing shook his head, then brought a large group of Autobots, along with copious weapons and ammunition, to the Transformers’ dimension. With new reinforcements and no worries about munitions, their occupied territory continued to grow.

Using the same method, Wang Jing brought the thoroughly perforated Soundwave back to the primary dimension. This time, the Autobots serving as power sources all collapsed on the ground, too exhausted to stand.

Wang Jing shook his head at the sight, lamenting the poor stamina of this generation, and began to look forward to Iron Man’s arc reactor—if only he had that, he’d never have to worry about energy again.

Meanwhile, Optimus Prime was locked in combat with Skyquake, exchanging blows and banter as they fought fiercely.

“Optimus, I’ve been looking forward to this fight for a long time. Ever since Cybertron, I’ve dreamed of this moment,” Skyquake said, swinging his massive double-bladed sword with full force, driving Optimus back. The blade of Optimus’s greatsword, used to parry, was now notched and battered.

“I always saw you as my mentor, but what you’ve done is unforgivable—you betrayed us!” Optimus struggled to defend himself as he spoke.

“I did it all for Cybertron. One day, you’ll understand,” Skyquake replied, seizing an opening to kick Optimus flying.

At that moment, William’s team arrived to support Optimus.

Seeing the audience had gathered, Optimus rose to his feet. “It’s time to settle this once and for all!”

Just then, Wang Jing arrived right on cue, transporting Optimus’s flight gear and the interdimensional expeditionary forces for fire support.