Chapter 922: Strange

The early warning electromagnetic waves emitted by the combat robot soon attracted another patrol team.

At the same time, the surrounding patrol squads and combat robot patrol teams also began to converge toward the area where the incident occurred.

However, when the team that first received the warning electromagnetic waves arrived, they were surprised to find that the invaders who had broken in and wiped out their combat robot squad had not yet left.

The Advanced Warrior who led the team to arrive first was named Sleeve; Decepticons seemed to be very fond of using strange tools from Earth to name themselves.

For example, among the Decepticons born in the same batch as him, there were Decepticons named Chainsaw, Ratchet, Torque, and so on.

Regardless of how strange their names were, their strength was not watered down.

"They are Decepticon Legion replica warriors, prepare for battle..."

As soon as the two sides made contact, without any scolding or angry cursing, the battle began immediately.

Four aerial combat robots were the first to aim their muzzles at the coastal cliff, where dozens of invading Decepticon replica warriors were, continuously firing energy cannons.

The combat robots quickly set up machine guns, and armor-piercing shells, following the long tongues of fire spat out by the Vulcan Cannons, quickly left dozens of shooting trajectories in the air.

Sleeve held a plasma hand cannon in one hand and a heavy steel hammer in the other, quickly charging into the crowd of replica warriors.

Among this batch of Decepticon replica warriors who raided the shore, there were no powerful warriors above the Advanced level.

But given their numbers, if they could not be dealt with in a short time, their own side would still suffer significant losses.

Although their overall strength was inferior to the replica warriors, the Ordinary Warrior Decepticons who came to support with Sleeve, despite being few in number, were not afraid of the battle at all.

A dozen or so warriors, with the cooperation of combat robots of the same scale, quickly became embroiled in a melee with these attacking replica warriors.

In the sky, the aerial combat robots, like mobile artillery platforms, continuously locked onto individual replica warriors and rapidly poured out energy bullets.

In the melee, the fourth-generation improved melee combat robots, despite being continuously knocked flying and toppled by the replica warriors, would quickly climb back up unless they suffered fatal damage, continuing to besiege the replica warriors in coordination with the Decepticon warriors.

Sleeve was still fighting valiantly among the replica warriors; seven or eight replica warriors surrounded him, their weapons continuously leaving scars on Sleeve's body.

And around them, four replica warriors had already fallen, and the number soon increased to five.

However, the injuries on Sleeve's body were also becoming more and more severe, and he was already finding it hard to hold on.

The Ordinary Warriors cultivated by the Base had a significant gap in strength compared to the Decepticon Legion's replica warriors.

Moreover, there was a huge disparity in numbers between the two sides, and the battle began to tilt one-sidedly after only a few minutes of stalemate.

Not long after, the remaining patrol members had all gathered around Sleeve; all combat robots, including the aerial combat robots capable of flight, were lost in battle, and even the Ordinary Warrior Decepticons were reduced to only four.

However, they had also successfully bought time.

With Base No. 2's current level of control over South America, new patrol teams would soon arrive to support.

Accompanied by energy bullets striking from the distant sky, another patrol team arrived and joined the battle.

The battle lasted for more than half an hour, and with the arrival of three patrol teams, those replica warriors who fought to the death without retreating were all annihilated.

And when the situation here was reported back to the Central Main Control Base, Sun Cheng frowned.

"A squad of more than forty Decepticon replica warriors attacked our patrol team?"

The news brought by Thunder left him feeling confused.

"Yes, Commander. This news just came from District 34."

Sun Cheng looked up toward the Moon and couldn't help but rub his chin.

The sudden attack by the replica warriors left him in a state of confusion.

Based on his understanding of Starscream, he had indeed guessed that Sentinel Prime was restless in Africa, and that Starscream's schemes against him were behind it.

But that guy's personality was truly like a predator on Earth—a spider; both were the type who planned before acting, hoping to weave a web and set a trap, waiting for others to drill into it and become unable to move while stuck in the web before making a move.

Starscream had invaded the Black Market several times before, which seemed like a significant loss.

But Sun Cheng later realized that his own strength had been probed by Starscream several times back then.

Unfortunately, he did not expect that he had Jetfire in his hands, as well as the Forge of Solus Prime, the Soul-Suppressing Spear, and the ability to replenish supplies from the Mars Base and the real world, so his improvement in strength and technology was much faster than he had expected.

Otherwise, just those few invasions would not have been a loss for Starscream.

Because in his view, he only paid with some lowly replica warriors to figure out the strength and trump cards of his potential opponent.

As for South America, although there were many Decepticons entrenched here at the beginning, they had long been cleared out with the expansion of Base No. 2.

Starscream should be very clear that South America was Sun Cheng's private domain, and once touched, it would inevitably be a fight to the death.

With his insidious personality, hiding behind the scenes to incite Blitzwing, Megatron, or even Shockwave, who would arrive in the future, to take action against South America would be more in line with his personality.

Even if the ones attacking South America today were Autobots, Sun Cheng would not feel surprised.

But only the replica warriors made him unable to understand what medicine Starscream was selling in his gourd!

After thinking for a while without any clue, Sun Cheng could only suppress his doubts and ordered: "Pass the word down, double the number of combat robots on every patrol route. Get the mobile detection stations on the road to fill the detection blind spots on one side of the long coastline. The anti-aircraft system should be ready at all times to shoot down any incoming invaders!"

"Yes!"

Thunder left to convey his orders, but he returned not long after, his expression even gloomier than before.

"Commander, we have received reports of the battle situation from District 11, District 29, District 53, and District 82, all of which have also been attacked by a large number of replica warriors. Although we have annihilated the enemies, two mines have been destroyed, and two Advanced Warriors have died in the patrol teams, with three seriously injured and five lightly injured... more than a hundred Ordinary Warriors have died..."

Sun Cheng frowned even more deeply, although Thunder did not mention the losses of the combat robots.

But he could also guess that the losses of the combat robots would only be more, not less, than the losses of his Decepticon subordinates, and it was even possible that they were two or three times as many.

"Is Starscream crazy... has the total number of invading replica warriors been counted..."

"Over two hundred, specifically because some escaped, it is still being counted!"

"I see, pass the word down, raise the alert level across the entire territory!"

"Yes!"

PS:

Because I didn't have time to update in the morning, the chapter usually at 12:00 noon is updated in advance the night before.

I worked overtime all day yesterday, and it was past nine o'clock when I got home; I was too tired to move.

Sorry, I'm a bit late today.