Chapter 148: Battle of Las Vegas Again (Part 1)

"Miles isn't a bad person, he just has a bit of a foul mouth..."

Once Miles left, Sam finally breathed a sigh of relief; he knew his only best friend and his girlfriend didn't see eye to eye, so he was even more afraid that the two of them would end up in an irreconcilable row.

After watching Miles walk away, Mikaela glared at Sam and said, "Are you blaming me for being too petty..."

"Uh, no..." Sam clumsily rubbed his nose. His personality was a bit dull, so he had never been very good at coaxing girls, and even after he started dating Mikaela, he didn't really know how to create any romance.

Mikaela stared at him with annoyance for a good while before she giggled, took that silver-gray, long-shaped object out of her bag again, and handed it to him.

"Do you really think I was giving him a hard time? Look at this, I found it in my locker when school let out just now..."

It was the latest Nokia phone on the market. Sam looked at the phone with a subtle expression, then immediately looked up at Mikaela, his face looking a bit awkward. "Nokia C825, I know it. It sells for 600 dollars in stores. Your admirer is quite generous..."

It turned out this sensitive guy thought of this as a gift sent to her by one of her admirers.

Mikaela gave a light huff, snatched the phone from his hand with annoyance, flipped it over, and handed it back to her boyfriend. "What are you thinking? See for yourself..."

Sam was left completely confused by her sudden little temper, and subconsciously took the phone she had flipped to the back and looked down, his expression changing involuntarily.

He saw that on the back of the phone in his hand, a pattern displaying pure industrial aesthetics was engraved into the metal body.

Sam was not unfamiliar with it, because he had seen this pattern countless times not long ago, and he knew even more clearly what it represented!

"Decepticon..."

The hand holding the phone began to tremble violently due to its owner's mood.

"Clatter!"

The phone fell to the ground due to Sam's subconscious reaction.

"Damn it, it's a Decepticon!"

He paced back and forth in place uneasily, his face looking slightly ferocious due to agitation and fear.

Looking down at the phone that had fallen to the ground, Sam subconsciously raised his foot; the way he looked, he seemed to wish he could kick it away in one go, and throw it as far as possible.

"Sam... Sam..."

Mikaela looked at him with concern, her face full of tenderness.

"Everything is in the past, Sam..."

"In the past..." He glared fiercely at the phone on the ground with the Decepticon pattern printed on it, his eyes unable to hide his self-reproach and fear. "Jazz is dead, Bumblebee, Ratchet, and Optimus Prime are severely injured. Captain William and his team, and Sector 7—how many innocent lives died because of the Decepticons. Now they've appeared again, and they aren't planning on letting me go!"

Because his voice was getting louder and it happened to be the time school was letting out, many young men and women quickly gathered around, coming close to watch and even pointing at the two of them.

Seeing this, Mikaela hurriedly bent down to pick up the phone from the ground, grabbed Sam, whose face had changed slightly, and whispered in his ear: "I just had Bumblebee look at it; this is just a Normal Mode phone..."

Upon hearing this, Sam's expression finally improved slightly.

He noticed at this moment that there were quite a few people gathered around him and Mikaela, and his face immediately turned a bit red with embarrassment. He hurried away from the teaching building with her, all the way to a corner of the school parking lot, where they stopped in front of a slightly dilapidated, old-model Chevrolet Camaro sports car.

"Hey, buddy." As soon as he saw no one was around, Sam hurriedly patted the hood of this old-model Chevrolet Camaro sports car and asked excitedly: "Mikaela's and my private lockers were subjected to the most vicious intrusion, and someone placed a phone with a Decepticon pattern printed on it inside. Damn it, are those hateful murderous demons itching to jump out again?"

Just after passing the lockers, he had also opened his own locker at Mikaela's suggestion.

The result made both of their hearts sink; they hadn't expected that besides Mikaela, even Sam himself had received an identical phone with the same Decepticon pattern printed on it.

Seeing the Decepticons, who had only just quieted down not long ago, suddenly starting to become active again.

Sam couldn't help but feel panicked; he didn't want to be dragged into the battle between the Autobots and the Decepticons again. Just thinking about it made him unable to stop his whole body from turning cold.

This old-model Chevrolet Camaro sports car was the vehicle form of the Autobot Warrior—Bumblebee. In the Battle of Las Vegas, although he, who had nearly lost his life, received emergency treatment from Ratchet, he was still in a wounded state and was currently self-repairing using the energy emitted by his Spark.

"Sam, calm down..."

Bumblebee comforted him in a deep voice: "I just scanned the phones; they are just two Normal Mode machines, not Mechanical Life..."

The car door was opened by him. "Get in. We'll talk about whatever it is on the way; this isn't the place to talk!"

Indeed, because Ninoson Academy was located on the outskirts of the city, and those who could get into Ninoson were either children of the wealthy or students with excellent character and learning, it did not prohibit students from driving to school like some United States high schools. Most of the vehicles parked in the parking lot were driven by students.

Sam nodded, and after getting in the car with Mikaela, Bumblebee started up immediately and drove them toward home.

In the car, after a brief moment of silence, Sam ultimately couldn't hold back and asked irritably again: "Bumblebee, why are the Decepticons targeting Mikaela and me again? Will our families be in danger?"

"I don't know..." Bumblebee answered very crisply. "I have already notified the Leader. If there is danger, he will arrive to provide support at the first opportunity!"

Obviously, compared to the slender Bumblebee, the tall and mighty Optimus Prime undoubtedly left a deep impression on Sam.

After hearing this, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and nodded reluctantly.

"Excuse me..."

Mikaela, who was beside him, suddenly interjected, "If these are just Normal Mode phones, and they were sent by the Decepticons, could we interpret it as the other party wanting to contact us..."

"Smart!"

Bumblebee suddenly praised, but his voice was also full of doubt. "There is that possibility, but the Decepticons I know are all a bunch of cunning conspirators and war maniacs. If they are contacting you, I'm afraid this will be a conspiracy..."

"Uh..." Mikaela took the pink phone that belonged to her from Sam's hand, hesitated for a long while, and then said again: "Even if it is a conspiracy, it's no use for us to just guess wildly. Why don't we open one of the phones and see?"

"No!"

Sam refused firmly without even thinking. "That's too dangerous!"

"Sam..." Bumblebee advised tactfully: "I think her idea is good. I have already checked the phones; they really are just two Normal Mode phones!"

"Then... then alright..."

Mikaela, who was to the side, also reached out and held the back of his hand. That familiar warmth made his agitated heart relax a little, and he then reluctantly agreed.

Seeing that he had also agreed, the very bold Mikaela picked up the pink Nokia phone in her hand, her eyes carrying a hint of excitement, and pressed the power button on the phone directly.

The next second, the phone finished booting up instantly.

At the same time, a text message alert sound rang out.

"Open it..."

Sam, sitting in the driver's seat, couldn't help but lean his head over, his eyes staring fixedly at the text message alert that had suddenly popped up on the phone screen.

Mikaela nodded, and without even raising her head, she clicked on the text message directly. It read: "Come to 524 Hills Avenue on the outskirts of Duluth. I am alone, but I will only wait for you for ten minutes! Countdown from the time the text was sent! -- Decepticon Reformist!"