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Santa Monica, California, within a luxurious villa built by the sea.

Dylan Good's mood had been quite good these recent days!

As the world's wealthiest man, to outsiders, he seemed more like a capricious playboy, living a life of unimaginable luxury every day.

However, the truth was known only to him and a very few confidants!

The Good family, seen by the world as rising after World War II, was undoubtedly the best testament to the American dream of wealth in the twentieth century.

But what they didn't know was the real secret behind the Good family's rise.

The wealth and glory of the Good family were all thanks to two generations who sold Earth's secrets, particularly those of the United States, to extraterrestrials. They were even willing to act as agents for aliens in influencing U.S. and global politics and technology.

Yes, if the term 'traitor to the planet' existed on Earth, then Dylan Good and his late father would certainly qualify.

Embracing a newly-acquired Victoria's Secret supermodel, Dylan Good watched with a smile as she headed to the bathroom.

Once she was completely out of sight, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Looking at what seemed to be a somewhat worn antique camera on the nightstand in his opulent bedroom, Dylan Good spoke hurriedly in a low voice.

"Didn’t I tell you, we discuss matters during the day? Have I sold my life to you Decepticons, not having a moment of privacy?"

The antique camera on the nightstand suddenly split into three miniature Decepticons.

They were members of the Skytiger Legion's intelligence organization, the Camera Squad, namely Spectro, Reflector, and Condenser.

Reflector jumped down from the nightstand, responding coldly while walking, "You and your father indeed sold your lives to us Decepticons!"

His statement left Dylan Good quite choked up.

His face turned sour, and just as he was about to retort, another mocking voice sounded.

"Do you think we would forget how your family's wealth and technology came to be, even if Earth's people don’t know?"

Dylan Good, chest heaving in shock, ultimately huffed but didn't continue.

Spectro was right. The rapid rise of the Good family after World War II owed much to the Decepticons, despite his father's significant role.

Without the gold provided by the Decepticons, the Good family could never have gained a firm foothold in the accounting and financial sectors.

Without the technology from the Decepticons, the tech corporations in which the Good family invested could never have become Silicon Valley giants.

After a scolding from the Camera Squad's Decepticons, an out-of-sorts Dylan Good could only suppress his anger and annoyance, waving his hand, "Fine, fine, you're the bosses... So, what’s the dirty job this time? I must say, after your insistence that I meet Decepticon Frenzy on Terindad Island, the FBI has been surveilling me!"

Thinking of the now-incommunicado Chameleon, a smirk couldn’t help but form on Dylan Good's lips.

That Mini Decepticon, capable of transforming into a watch, was dispatched to his side by the Decepticons.

Under the pretense of protecting their partner, Chameleon surveilled him around the clock.

The not-so-friendly creature would sometimes give Dylan Good some provocative lessons, tightening around his wrist in torture, which was the least of it.

What Dylan Good couldn't stand the most was the creature's occasional transformation into a monstrous metal centipede upon his morning awakenings, seeming ready to attack.

After several such instances, an indelible shadow had been cast in his mind.

So, when Chameleon disappeared after meeting Frenzy on Terindad Island, Dylan Good was not the least bit saddened. In fact, his good mood over the past half a month was almost entirely due to its disappearance.

Reflector, with malice written all over his face the size of a fist, sneered, "The FBI? Those fools trying to bug your residence? If we wanted, we could kill all those humans around you in minutes!"

The barely concealed intention to kill in his words truly startled Dylan Good.

“No, don’t you dare!”

He hastily stopped the unassuming Mini Decepticon in front of him, unsure where such a small figure got such intense hostility.

Much of Dylan Good's business and family assets were in the United States.

If the FBI agents surveilling him were killed, he knew without thinking that the government would immediately suspect him, who was already under suspicion.

A shiver went down Dylan Good's spine just thinking about all the dirty work he and his father had done for the Decepticons over the past half-century.

Illegally stealing and surveilling major U.S. research institutions, assassinating figures related to the Apollo Moon Landing Program and astronauts, framing the now-defunct Soviet Union for the assassination of certain U.S. nuclear scientists, secretly collecting intelligence for the Decepticons, kidnapping humans for Decepticon experiments.

If even a small portion of these deeds were exposed, it would be enough to infuriate the United States and prompt them to eradicate Dylan Good and the Good family legacy that he and his father had strived for over half a century.

He threatened, “Don’t push it. If those FBI agents investigating me end up dead, they’ll only intensify their investigation. If what I’ve done comes to light, the intelligence network that the Good family spent over half a century building for you Decepticons will be finished.”

Angry, Dylan Good stood up from where he was sitting.

He remembered there was still a Victoria's Secret supermodel in the independent bathroom of his luxurious bedroom. He pushed open the glass door on the other side of the bedroom and walked onto the balcony overlooking the sea. He sat at the table there, poured himself a drink, and downed it in one gulp.

The three Decepticons from the Camera Squad let out sounds of disdain; they didn’t care about Dylan Good’s life.

However, they still had matters to relay from Starscream.

Reflector, leader of the Camera Squad, also stepped onto the balcony.

He was about to relay Starscream's orders to Dylan Good when suddenly, an inconspicuous red light in the sky caused him to pause, then frantically flee toward the bedroom.

"Missile, run!"

Unfortunately, Reflector was too slow.

Almost simultaneously with his cry, a missile struck the balcony where Dylan Good was standing.

With the ear-piercing explosion and flames, Sun Cheng's revenge began.

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