Chapter 81: Collision

"No..."

Ironhide and Ratchet, who had just arrived, witnessed with their own eyes the moment Jazz was torn apart by Megatron, and they could not help but stare with eyes wide enough to split.

Sun Cheng was also startled by Megatron's brutality; although he had not been in contact with Jazz for long and both sides were in opposing factions, he knew that Jazz's combat power was definitely above his own.

Watching such a powerful Autobot Warrior die right in front of him—and if Sun Cheng remembered correctly, he should be the first Cybertronian Mechanical Life to die in battle.

In an instant, while shocked by the power of Megatron, the Leader of his own Decepticon faction, Sun Cheng felt some complex emotions he could not name or explain suddenly well up in his heart.

Optimus Prime was only a little slower than the two, and arrived at the Base shortly after.

With the arrival of the Autobots, the fierce battle began anew.

"... Megatron..."

Seeing at a glance the corpse of Jazz, torn into two halves, beside Megatron, Optimus Prime's voice was filled with nothing but anger and heartache. He immediately drew his short cannon and fired several shots at Megatron; it was clear that he was beyond furious at this moment.

"Self-degrading..." Megatron coldly summoned his weapon again and exchanged a round of fire with him.

However, the Decepticons seemed to prefer close-quarters combat over using weapons.

And so, after the two exchanged fire for a while and discovered that neither could hit the other, they tacitly retracted their weapons and collided with each other, neither willing to give way.

"Boom..."

Cracks immediately appeared on the solid concrete floor of the Base.

"You are no match for me, Optimus Prime..." Megatron sneered as he looked at his old rival. Even though Optimus Prime had exhausted all his strength, he was still being pressed by Megatron's overbearing power until his legs gradually began to buckle.

"I fight for justice, I fight for my beliefs, therefore I have no fear!"

Optimus Prime glared at him without retreating in the slightest, his face full of determination.

"Boom..."

From not far away, a Laser shot from Bumblebee hit Megatron in the back, sending him stumbling.

Seeing the rare opportunity, Optimus Prime immediately exerted force and violently threw him away.

After rolling slightly in the air, Megatron transformed back into his flight mode and looked angrily at Bumblebee, who was nearby with a face full of grief and indignation.

"Little crawler, you will be next..."

He looked coldly at Bumblebee, who was unable to move after his legs were broken. Just as he was about to leave Optimus Prime—whom he could not finish off in a short time—to deal with him first, he did not expect that Ironhide and Ratchet, who had also been incited to anger by Jazz's death, had already charged forward.

The former raised his hand and fired a round of missiles at Megatron, while Ratchet quickly blocked the front of Bumblebee.

"Megatron, the carnage you have caused is already too much..."

Optimus Prime leaped up from the ground and easily grabbed Megatron, who was circling in the air several meters above.

He tried to climb onto Megatron's back, but was quickly thrown off by a roll from the annoyed Megatron.

In the distant sky, accompanied by a hurricane-like noise, a heavy transport helicopter with the appearance of a CH-53 came whistling toward this place at a speed no less than Mach 1.

"Is that my reinforcement?"

A series of cheers could not help but erupt in the Base, but the few Autobots who were entangled with Megatron quickly had their expressions change drastically.

"It's Blackout..."

Ironhide roared, raised the Rocket launcher in his hand, and fired a round at the small dot still two kilometers away.

Explosions soon rang out one after another in the sky, but after the smoke of the explosions dissipated, a silver-gray steel giant, clearly unharmed, landed in the Base while waving a rotating propeller with one hand.

"Lord Megatron, I have arrived..."

The person who arrived was none other than Blackout!

"You came just in time, Blackout!"

Upon seeing the arrival of his capable assistant Blackout, Megatron's face was full of joy. He then looked at Sun Cheng, who was still chasing and strafing the human defenders in an area away from his battle with the Autobots, and ordered coldly with a slight frown: "Go, seize the AllSpark..."

Megatron clearly knew Sun Cheng's combat power; there was not a single Autobot here that he could not handle. With Blackout cooperating with him, the two of them combined were enough to deal with the Autobot squad, which was why he gave this order to Sun Cheng.

Blackout's arrival had already caused the scales of victory to tip toward the Decepticons' side; it was estimated that once Starscream arrived, no one would be able to stop their victory.

"Yes..."

So Sun Cheng responded simply, leaped and transformed back into his Reaper Drone form, and immediately summoned the Vulcan Cannon under his belly, aiming directly at Sam and the others, who were wearing expressions of terror.

"Are we going to die?"

Holding the AllSpark cube, Sam asked with a pale face and a trembling voice, though he did not know who he wanted to ask.

Heavy unease was fermenting within the Base. Mikaela looked at Bumblebee with some worry; she felt gratitude toward this Autobot Warrior who had protected her many times.

William and Robert from the Special Forces were also filled with unease, but compared to Sam and Mikaela, who were still high school students, they were soldiers who had received training and were experienced in battle; although uneasy, they could not show it.

"Sam..."

Captain William tightened his grip on his gun, "Trust your alien friend, trust our country. We have already sent out the distress signal. Just hold on... hold on a little longer, and reinforcements will arrive..."

"Captain..."

Sergeant Robert, the black soldier, swallowed nervously and reminded him to look up at the sky, "There, that black devil, it's coming again..."

If one were to compare the Decepticons, the soldiers who had fled all the way from Sector 7 to Las Vegas were perhaps most wary of Megatron, whose sheer size alone blew away all the Autobots.

But what they feared most was the Decepticon in the sky that could transform into a Reaper Drone form.

Not to mention its feat of breaking into Sector 7 twice, just tracking them from the Hoover Dam to here, the number of U. S. soldiers who died at the hands of that Decepticon was at least one or two hundred, if not three or four hundred. This undoubtedly caused deep psychological trauma to the American soldiers who had always been indoctrinated with a zero-casualty strategy.

Captain William subconsciously looked up at the sound, and sure enough, he saw that Decepticon leap into the air and transform back into the Reaper Drone form, while simultaneously turning its muzzle and flying toward them.

"What do we do..."

Sam asked in terror, his fingers clutching the AllSpark cube having turned white.

"Quick, get the Stinger..." Captain William shouted subconsciously.

The answer he got was a bitter smile from Sergeant Robert, "We brought a few when we evacuated from Sector 7, but they were all used to deal with Megatron earlier. Now, we only have a few RPGs left..."

Trying to hit that clearly very agile Decepticon with an RPG was an almost impossible task.

"Da-da-da..."

Whistling bullets soon rang out, and explosions landed densely around the few Humvees and Infantry Fighting Vehicles where everyone was hiding.

"What do we do... have the reinforcements not arrived yet?"

Some soldiers had already begun to sob quietly.

Captain William and Sergeant Robert exchanged helpless glances, both seeing the despair in the other's eyes.

Their weapons could not hit the enemy, yet a single bullet from the enemy's weapon, which looked exactly like a Vulcan Cannon, could pierce a Humvee, and even the armor of an Infantry Fighting Vehicle could not withstand such a high-efficiency round of strafing.

Just as they were feeling anxious and uneasy, a strange voice suddenly came through the communication equipment inside the Infantry Fighting Vehicle: "... Colorful Cat calling Base, Colorful Cat calling Base... Our squadron's fighter jets have approached the airspace above the Base, please mark combat targets for us..."

The air force elite from Area 51 had finally arrived at the battlefield.

PS:

1. Thanks to the three readers 'Book Friend 160719014822940', 'Zang Shen Tian Jie', and 'Ju Mo Jian Lang' for their tips.

2. This is the first update for today; there will be another chapter in a while.

3. The reason for such a late update is that the author, as an aging single dog, was suddenly dragged out by several winners in life this afternoon to watch them show off their affection in various ways. Hmm, tonight's dog food tasted pretty good, it's just that they put in too much vinegar, and my stomach is full of sour water after swallowing it.