Chapter 445: Return to Washington

In the rainforest, upon hearing from Sun Cheng that his body was about to receive another round of modification and enhancement, Pathfinder could not help but lift his head, his face full of ecstasy.

"Master, your will is my everything!"

Mechanical Life does not understand how to decline, nor will it refuse any opportunity for modification and enhancement.

For Cybertronians, evolution is their most instinctive and also their purest pursuit, just like humanity's obsession with reproduction.

Sun Cheng had been in this world for some time now, and his understanding of Mechanical Life was increasing day by day.

Therefore, regarding this, he only nodded and said nothing more.

Since he had promised, he would certainly fulfill it; that was enough.

With a thought, Sun Cheng immediately took out a transparent crystal box, a full person's height, from the Spherical Space within his body.

This was a container specially manufactured by the Base to isolate the radiation of the AllSpark fragment.

He also kept many things in the Spherical Space, among which were some high-precision devices he intended to bring back to the real world; if they were accidentally mutated by the radiation of the AllSpark fragment into violent Newborn Decepticons, it would be terrible if they caused destruction inside the Spherical Space.

Therefore, Sun Cheng naturally had to be as careful as possible.

Placing the lead box containing the fragment into the transparent crystal box, he waited until the crystal box was sealed tight, then checked it again to ensure that the radiation energy of the AllSpark fragment was almost imperceptible before putting it into the Spherical Space.

Subsequently, he looked at the head of Demolishor, which Pathfinder had thrown aside, as well as the micro-Decepticon—Wheelie.

Although he was very interested in the secret of Devastator, Sun Cheng ultimately knew that now was not the time for research.

Over in Washington, United States, there was still a dormant Decepticon waiting for him to pay a visit; after all, he was also very curious about what kind of existence could cause even the AllSpark to record its location information.

Sun Cheng even had a vague feeling that that guy might also be a Pathfinder who came to Earth before an ancient era.

If it were truly as he guessed, then the value of that guy hiding in Washington would be immeasurable.

Without hesitation, he picked up the head of Demolishor and put it into the Spherical Space.

Pathfinder watched all his movements from the side, but only the blue light in his eyes flickered slightly.

From a long time ago, the news that his master possessed the Space Bridge technology, which legend said only Leaders understood, had already spread throughout the Base.

Although everyone was skeptical about this—after all, the significance of the Space Bridge to Cybertronians was almost equivalent to nuclear weapons in the cognition of Earthlings.

This super technology, which could establish a direct spatial channel between two different locations in the blink of an eye, allowing massive amounts of supplies and troops to cross tens or hundreds of thousands of kilometers, or even cross intergalactic space to be delivered to a target, was mastered by only a few Leader Class existences even during the peak of the Cybertronian civilization; the former Prime, Sentinel Prime, was one of the most famous among them.

Even with his loyalty to Sun Cheng, the Decepticons under his command could not possibly rank him alongside those legendary big figures.

But if they didn't believe it, he had displayed miracles more than once, making hundreds of Combat Robots disappear into thin air, or putting thousands of tons of supplies into an empty supply storage warehouse with a wave of his hand.

"Master is definitely not as simple as imagined!"

This was exactly the result Sun Cheng wanted!

Calmly taking in Pathfinder's expression, Sun Cheng was fairly satisfied.

He actually did not want to use this method of exposing his trump card, the Spherical Space, to boost his prestige and mystery, but there was no other way.

In the end, it was because his foundation in this world was insufficient, and he had no choice but to act this way.

Glancing at Wheelie, who was still unconscious, Sun Cheng had already known the state of this little guy the moment he landed.

Having been hit by a plasma anesthetic round, his Core was currently in a state of system crash.

Without external force to forcibly awaken his Core, the little guy would have to continue sleeping for at least three to five days.

But this was also fine!

Sun Cheng was indeed very interested in this micro-Decepticon; he seemed to possess extremely high intelligence and appeared to know quite a few interesting things, but he had more important things to do at the moment.

Therefore, he could only let him sleep for a while longer.

Immediately, he took an alloy safe out of the Spherical Space and put the unconscious Wheelie inside.

Thinking about it and still feeling it was unsafe, Sun Cheng simply took out some metal materials, sprayed scorching flames from his fingers, and quickly welded an even sturdier cage, stuffing the alloy safe inside.

After doing this, he then put the box into the Spherical Space, turned to look at Pathfinder again, and asked: "We are about to head to Washington, and we might face another fierce battle there. What is your current state? Can you still handle a battle?"

Pathfinder reached out and hammered his chest hard, emitting bursts of dull thumping sounds.

"Master, Pathfinder is ready to engage in battle!"

His voice was low and powerful; it was evident that the battle not long ago had caused this young Decepticon Warrior to begin his transformation, and something called confidence was leaping within his chest and eyes; he was probably daring enough to draw his sword and fight even if he encountered Elite Warriors like Barricade or Bumblebee at this moment.

This was a good thing!

Sun Cheng was very satisfied, nodded, leaped up, and flew into the air dozens of meters high, "Prepare to activate stealth, target Washington, let's go!"

"Whoosh!"

A Mirage F-1D fighter jet soon appeared in mid-air, and then its figure disappeared just like his.

It was as if a force-seven gale had suddenly blown through the rainforest; the scorching flames sprayed by the engines immediately caused faint water mist to rise in the humid rainforest.

Under the sunlight, two rainbow-colored refractive light bands, visible only with difficulty, flew toward the distance at an extremely fast speed from near to far, and soon disappeared into the horizon.

This flight lasted for more than ten hours; Sun Cheng and Pathfinder's speeds were not slow, but perhaps because the AllSpark fragment at the human boy Sam's place had been stolen, they had only just entered the United States when they felt dense detection waves from radar and military satellites.

Of course, what really made Sun Cheng feel tricky was naturally not this U. S. military equipment.

As soon as they entered the United States, they successively captured the electromagnetic spectrums of at least four or five groups of Autobots and Decepticons.

To avoid having their tracks discovered, the two could only carefully bypass key security zones, resulting in a delay of more than ten hours before they arrived at the capital of the United States—Washington.