As soon as the convoy entered Boston, advance scouts reported to Ross.
"Sir, our detectors did pick up high-energy readings in the industrial zone. But to avoid alerting the target, we only confirmed the signal source from the perimeter and are currently observing from a distance."
"Well done," Ross said, then turned to William. "What's your take on this?"
"What's there to hesitate about? Just deploy the armed helicopters—unleash a barrage of cannons and missiles. Any Decepticon hiding in there will have to kneel."
"Easy for you to say," Ross shot William a glare. "This is an industrial area. If too much damage is caused, I won't be able to explain it to the higher-ups."
"Explain?" William raised his phone with a grin. "You give me the Decepticon corpses, and I'll cover all the damages. How about that? If you agree, I'll buy this entire area right now."
"Goddamn rich bastard," Ross cursed inwardly, then frowned. "So that Decepticon corpse is the real reason you insisted on coming along?"
Crossing his legs, William took a puff from his cigar and said, "You just tell me whether you agree or not. As for what I'm going to do with the Decepticon corpse—sorry, that's classified."
Ross stared at him for several seconds, forcing William to awkwardly puff several times on his cigar. Thinking he had seen right through William, Ross smiled and said, "Then I'm sorry too. Anything we obtain belongs to the USA."
Picking up his radio, he issued a command, "Assume infiltration formation. Once the target is identified, hold position. Confirm the perimeter is secured, then snipers initiate first strike."
"Understood."
One response after another came through. Out of a dozen Humvees, three remained to guard Ross, while the rest split into four teams and began to surround the area from four directions.
William feigned irritation as he gazed down the dim street, but in truth, his mental scan had already swept through a two-kilometer radius. Sitting in the car, he focused on a heavy truck inside the industrial zone.
According to Sunday, that Decepticon was definitely an elite—its energy fluctuations were nearly on par with Megatron.
If an elite like that was taken down by the Americans, the rest of the Decepticons would go berserk.
Once a battle broke out between Ross and the Decepticons, William could begin working behind the scenes. The more Decepticons that died, the better the chances of drawing out that hidden Fallen.
Otherwise, he really had no idea where that old ghost was hiding.
If he didn't have to go through so much planning and maneuvering, he would have just shown up at the front door with reinforcements.
No, not reinforcements—a dragon. A forty-meter-long flame dragon.
But that bastard Snug, ever since escaping back into the volcano, hadn't come out again. Who knew if he was buried deep in magma trying to level up and break free from William's enslavement?
If it weren't for the contract still being intact—and no signs of the sentinel materials wrapped around his horns and wings loosening—William would've teleported back to the magic planet already, dropped a red mercury nuke into the volcano, and blasted Snug out.
Looks like he needed to get some engineering robots mining gold on the magic planet again and start minting more Devonshire gold coins. Not being able to see his top fighter for so long made him uneasy.
Pulling out his phone, William sent instructions to Sunday. Soon, a vanguard of 100 engineering robots came through a portal and appeared in the mountain valley where King Kong resided.
Startled as he lay in the waterfall pool, King Kong grabbed a giant boulder, ready to smash them.
Fortunately, the thunderbird let out a sharp "kyuu!" that stopped him.
That reminded William—he still needed to return the thunderbirds to the Thundercliff back at the castle.
A new portal opened. Under the magical contract's guidance, 76 thunderbirds, who had waited for about a week, transformed into golden eagles and flew through the portal to the Thundercliff, where they were handed over to the pixie Lingdang and her crew.
But what truly surprised William was Sunday's report soon after: "Sir, the pixie Flash-King Kong reports that due to the sudden influx of thunderbirds at Thundercliff, there are intense magical energy fluctuations occurring across a ten-kilometer radius.
He's worried it may attract investigation from the Ministry of Magic and asked for your instructions."
Magical fluctuations?
William flung open the Humvee's door and waved to the sky. The spaceship silently appeared in an open area.
Stepping aboard, a single thought summoned an M416 loaded with explosive rounds and five extra magazines.
He turned and stepped off the ship again. Under the curious and surprised gazes of everyone present, he waved at Blonsky.
Ross quickly followed Blonsky out of the vehicle and watched William hand the M416 and magazines to him, saying,
"There's a minor issue back in England, so I'm short on time. Show me what you're really capable of now—any objections?"
"None," Blonsky replied without even looking to Ross for permission. He examined the M416, removed the magazine, and upon seeing the special bullets, William explained:
"These are explosive rounds designed to take down special enemies. About a month ago, we used them against some unusual creatures that showed up in England—they worked pretty well.
Each bullet explodes on impact, with half the force of a grenade. Fire a burst of thirty rounds, and few intelligent beings can withstand that level of concentrated blast.
One gun and five spare magazines should be enough for you to take out any Decepticon. Any questions?"
Blonsky shook his head excitedly. As a soldier, he had zero resistance to more powerful weapons. After loading the magazine and chambering a round, he turned to Ross and awaited orders.
Seeing that Blonsky still had the discipline to wait for orders, Ross felt a bit more at ease. Plus, he was curious about the explosive rounds William mentioned.
And he wanted to see just how powerful the upgraded Blonsky had become. "I'll have the sniper team support you."
"Understood, sir."
Watching Blonsky charge into the factory area with more than twice the speed of a normal person, William whispered to Sunday, "Record his combat footage. I want to show it to those people in England later."
"Understood, Sir."
As William donned a pair of high-tech glasses glowing with blue light, Ross glanced at his own tiny screen in dissatisfaction and grumbled,
"Since we have a common goal of combating extraterrestrials, shouldn't we be sharing some of our tech and intel?"
William had been expecting this question—the old man couldn't resist asking about the situation in England.
He took out his phone and casually tossed it into the street. To the amazement of Ross and his aide, the phone floated in midair.
It looked impressive, but it was actually just suspended by William's mental power.
Still, to Ross and his security team, it was top-tier tech beyond comprehension.
Their gazes toward William grew increasingly intense. Some even wondered if now was the time to detain him.
But remembering the cloaked spaceship nearby, those ambitions quickly faded.
William didn't care what they were thinking. He ordered Sunday to activate the phone's virtual display and watched with amusement as Blonsky charged within fifty meters of the Decepticon, raised the M416, and pulled the trigger.
"Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!"
A series of violent explosions instantly echoed across the entire industrial zone.
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