Chapter 151 Bonecrusher Mobilizes!

At a U.S. military base,

Hidden among the aircraft was Starscream, disguised as an F-22 Raptor fighter jet. The cockpit sat empty, and the jet rested quietly on the tarmac.

Clang!

Suddenly, the fighter jet control panel lit up.

"Barricade!"

Starscream felt a wave of unease.

As Megatron second-in-command and the Decepticons' aerial commander, Starscream acted as their leader in Megatron absence.

All Decepticons on Earth were connected to him and followed his orders.

Just moments ago, Starscream was shocked to discover he had lost the signal to Barricade location.

Moreover, Frenzy, who had been with Barricade, vanished half a minute later after Barricade signal was lost.

Starscream immediately recalled that Barricade had been sent to track the AllSpark.

In such a situation, Barricade wouldn't deliberately block his signal!

Losing both Barricade and Frenzy signals in rapid succession…

Something was wrong.

Something had gone terribly wrong.

"Who could it be? The Autobots?"

Starscream pondered for a moment before contacting Bonecrusher, the Decepticon closest to Barricade last known location.

"What do you want?"

Bonecrusher reply was indifferent, making it clear he didn't hold Starscream in high regard.

Among the Decepticons, most were either greedy, ambitious, or simply chaotic troublemakers.

Bonecrusher was different—he was purely a sadist who hated everyone and everything.

He was the Decepticons' loose cannon.

Even though Starscream was the second-in-command, Bonecrusher didn't respect him.

In fact, Bonecrusher showed little regard for even Megatron and Optimus Prime, boldly challenging either of them if given the chance.

The only reason he joined the Decepticons was to avoid being dismissed outright by Megatron.

It worth mentioning that Bonecrusher had limited screen time in the movies, with his most notable moment being his pursuit of Bumblebee. Shortly after, his audacious attempt to take on Optimus Prime solo ended with his swift and brutal defeat—an embarrassing display indeed.

"Barricade is in trouble," Starscream stated calmly, fully aware of Bonecrusher personality.

While the Decepticons technically shared a bond as comrades, their mutual mistrust and disdain meant few truly respected one another.

The only reason they could work together was due to Megatron overwhelming power and his domineering, albeit twisted, charisma.

"Oh?"

Bonecrusher tone shifted slightly, indicating a hint of interest.

"That idiot Barricade managed to mess up even on Earth?"

His words dripped with disdain as he sneered, "I can't say I'm surprised."

"Go check it out," Starscream said, ignoring the mockery. "I'm sending you his last known location."

"Got it."

With that, Bonecrusher ended the communication.

Before long, an armored truck pulled out of a parking lot at the Los Angeles Police Department.

If one looked closely, they would notice that the man in the driver seat was expressionless, like a puppet being controlled by someone else.

On the other side,

Bumblebee hesitated for a moment after hearing Batman question.

"Wait a moment," he said.

Under everyone gaze, it seemed like he was communicating with someone. A few moments later, he finally gave an answer: "Optimus Prime is on his way."

After speaking, he looked around the area.

"But are you sure this is the best place to have this conversation?"

Batman turned to look at Keller and the others behind him.

"Let find another location," said Thomas, who had reviewed the nearby map before the mission. After a moment thought, he added, "There a scrapyard nearby—that should work."

Having made the decision, he gave instructions to Simmons: "Take care of the cleanup. Confiscate all phones and cameras, have them sign confidentiality agreements, erase all surveillance footage from the area, and lock down the information. No leaks."

"Understood," Simmons nodded.

Soon after, Bumblebee transformed back into his car mode, and the group set off for the scrapyard Thomas had mentioned.

Meanwhile, Sam, who had been watching the entire spectacle, was taken along by the Seventh Sector agents.

At the doorway of their house, Sam parents stood bewildered, completely unable to comprehend what was happening.

"Uh, officer, will my son… is he going to jail?" Sam father asked Simmons nervously.

"If your son cooperates, then no," Simmons replied. "This has nothing to do with him directly, but we do need some information from him."

"Got it, got it!" Sam father sighed in relief and then confidently added, "There no one more cooperative than my son. He got the heart of a thief but not the guts."

"Absolutely," Sam mother chimed in. "Sam the most timid kid I've ever known."

Then, as if realizing her comment might sound too harsh, she quickly added, "But in critical moments, Sam can be quite brave."

"Like that time when he was three and flipped up a little girl skirt?" Sam father joked, suddenly forgetting the tension and bursting into laughter.

Simmons felt a wave of exasperation.

He had intended to offer some reassurance, but these two had instantly relaxed far more than he anticipated.

The residential area was close to the scrapyard Thomas had mentioned.

The scrapyard, located along the Los Angeles River, was near a dock. It was not just for Los Angeles—abandoned vehicles from nearby cities were often towed there for processing.

When Anton and the others arrived, Sam was taken aside by the Seventh Sector agents for questioning.

The rest of the group stood off to one side, their gazes fixed on the Camaro that Bumblebee had transformed into. Their hushed conversations were filled with awe.

"Is this guy really an Autobot?!"

"Most of our modern technology comes from tech extracted from these beings… It mind-boggling."

"The big guy at the base came to Earth thousands of years ago, and these aliens had such advanced technology back then! It terrifying!"

The agents' expressions reflected their shock.

What they didn't realize was that every word of their conversation was being overheard by Bumblebee.

"The big guy at the base?"

Bumblebee mulled over the statement.

As the Autobots' intelligence officer and strategic scout, Bumblebee might appear somewhat goofy on the surface, but his professional competence was unquestionable.

He quickly linked this remark to his earlier suspicions.

How exactly did Batman and the others come to know so much about Cybertron, the Autobots, and the Decepticons?

Even Optimus Prime name was known to them!

The source of their intelligence left Bumblebee astonished.

After careful thought, only one explanation made sense.

Megatron!

The Decepticons' leader, who had arrived on Earth thousands of years ago, must be in the hands of humans.

When all other possibilities are eliminated, the remaining one must be the truth.

Bumblebee didn't know it yet, but his guess about Megatron predicament was spot-on.

A sense of unease crept over him.

The situation on Earth might be entirely different from what the Autobots had originally anticipated.