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"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you."

As the secretary of Defense, Keller was as thick-skinned as a city wall and didn't feel embarrassed. He nodded and said, "If I'm not mistaken, I do know where the AllSpark is."

"The AllSpark came to Earth around 10,000 BC. The agents from the sector 7 of the government's secret department only discovered it in 1913. They realized it was a treasure because the hieroglyphs on the AllSpark and the words you mentioned earlier, those alien words, are the same."

He explained patiently.

Anton paused and thought for a moment.

"The AllSpark emits a certain kind of energy, and Megatron came to Earth after tracking that energy."

The Batman clone spoke at the right time: "You used a method to isolate this energy so that the Transformers couldn't find it."

"Correct."

Keller smiled slightly, clearly proud: "We altered the detection of a certain magnetic field around the AllSpark. To isolate this magnetic field and prevent others from obtaining the AllSpark, we built a huge base."

"Huge base?"

Jameson was taken aback.

Anton wasn't surprised, because he knew exactly what Keller was referring to.

Keller paused: "Hoover Dam."

"Hoover Dam is your base for studying aliens?" Jameson was stunned.

Construction began in April 1931 and was completed in March 1936. The Hoover Dam, which cost $49 million at the time and resulted in 112 deaths, was actually designed to conceal alien technology or the trace of an alien treasure.

This completely subverted Jameson's perception of the world.

Keller said: "The Hoover Dam was the most suitable location. The base is built into the mountainside, with surrounding walls as thick as four football fields. No one can take the AllSpark from us."

"What happened today is truly unheard of for me as a journalist," Jameson sighed.

He realized that if it weren't for Anton being his grandson, he would have never learned these secrets in his lifetime.

"Very well, this concludes the information sharing about the aliens."

Batman spoke again: "You mentioned that aliens should have arrived on Earth, so you must have some specific information, right?"

"Correct."

Keller nodded: "The people in sector 7 have been tracking the aliens. We've already found some clues. We discovered something in Los Angeles."

"So, we may need help from the Justice League."

Keller paused and then added: "After all, if the military tries to handle this, it will inevitably involve aircraft and artillery, which could panic the citizens of Los Angeles. If possible, we'd prefer to avoid disturbing them."

"Understood."

Batman exchanged a glance with cyborg: "Then we will head to Los Angeles immediately."

"Go now?"

Keller was taken aback.

"You just stand still."

After Batman finished speaking, he stepped forward and placed his hand on Keller's shoulder.

Huh!

Only Anton and Jameson were left in the room.

Jameson stared blankly, watching the scene unfold in front of him. Somehow, Batman, cyborg, and John Keller had used some remarkable technology to teleport from New York to Los Angeles.

"Anton."

Jameson immediately turned and fixed an unkind gaze on his grandson. "Are there some misunderstandings between us?"

"What misunderstanding?" Anton feigned calm.

"For example, you and Batman... don't seem to be alone," Jameson pressed.

Jameson clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "Are you trying to piss me off so I can't pass on my inheritance to you?"

"Old man, don't make a mistake."

Anton shrugged and smiled: "Since I can become Batman in front of you, why couldn't I make someone else become Batman too?"

"This?"

Jameson couldn't understand what Anton was talking about at first, but then he realized—when Anton became Batman that night, it didn't seem to have been a fake transformation after all.

Then there is only one truth!

"Batman is not just one person, but a group of people!"

Jameson pointed at Anton, his eyes wide.

At that moment, he felt a ray of light hit him, like an actor playing Sherlock Holmes on a dramatic stage.

He didn't realize that, in Anton's eyes, he was just a brain-filling monster. "Can you explain it that way?"

Anton muttered to himself, and seeing Jameson's triumphant face, he decided to respect the elderly and show kindness, so he nodded obediently.

"Too smart! As expected of you!"

...

On the other side, Keller felt his body lighten, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself on an unmanned rooftop. Batman was standing beside him.

Huhu!

The wind blew.

It was the afternoon, with sunlight not as harsh, casting a softer glow on their bodies.

"This is teleportation technology!"

Keller marveled again, looking at Batman and cyborg beside him. His eyes were filled with strong desire.

However, he didn't voice his thoughts, suppressing his desire.

"Wait a moment, I'll have someone come and pick us up." Keller spoke, taking out his cell phone to make a call.

Ten minutes later, a helicopter flew from the sky and landed on the rooftop.

"Where are we going?" Batman asked.

"We just found some clues in sector 7. Maybe we'll meet the person we're looking for," Keller replied.

Who are they looking for?

The Batman clone thought thoughtfully.

He knew very well that the "person" in question was not human, but an alien!

Soon, they arrived in a white residential area.

The helicopter landed on the road, and the area was immediately sealed off by detectives from sector 7. All the residents were instructed to stay indoors and not come out.

At this time, the residents were starting to panic, not understanding what was going on.

Then they recalled the attacks that had recently taken place in New York and wondered if Los Angeles was about to face the same fate.

Among them, a young man named Sam was particularly anxious.

He knew why the authorities were there.

"My car!"

Sam hurried to the garage. "Is that you? Are they looking for you?"

Crunch—

The garage door was smashed open. "Oh, oh, oh!"

Sam saw a group of men in black suits standing at the door, feeling a bit annoyed: "Who are you? This is a private house!"

"Sorry, we have permission to search everything in your house."

The man who spoke was Simmons, a senior agent from sector 7.

Simmons stared at Sam, his expression cold, his tone firm: "Also, we can send you to jail for life, so I suggest you answer all my questions honestly."

The corners of Sam's mouth twitched, the panic in his chest growing, and his legs began to tremble.

"Are your people always so rude?"

Suddenly, Sam heard another voice from the group of men in black suits. He turned his head, and was stunned.

"Bat…Batman?"

His eyes widened, as though seeing an idol. His panic and fear instantly disappeared.

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