Chapter 847 Come to the Door!

Seeing that he had reached his destination, Simmons temporarily put away his thoughts, opened the door and got out of the car first.

The investigation of suspicious vehicles and the analysis of the wreckage of alien creatures at the headquarters will take some time, so let's finish the task at hand first.

However, when Simmons took his men to stride through the bush fence outside and came to the yard, his eyes couldn't help but freeze.

I saw a brand new red Porsche Roadster parked quietly in front of the level lawn, and this sports car was exactly the same as the one in the surveillance video that Simmons had just seen!

Although it has not been confirmed that this car is the one that appeared in the surveillance video, Simmons' intuition tells him that this is definitely not just a coincidence!

"Wrap me around here! Don't let anyone get away!"

Simmons immediately called his subordinates to spread out and controlled all the windows and doors that could escape, while he brought a few people directly to the front door and rang the doorbell.

Soon, a slightly fat middle-aged man opened the door with a puzzled face.

"Ronald Vitti?"

After seeing the middle-aged man, Simmons asked directly with a straight face.

"It's Witwich! Who are you?"

The middle-aged man asked with a puzzled look after correcting it.

"We are a government department, District Seven!"

Simmons said, flashing a silver badge that was somewhat similar to a police badge.

The middle-aged man frowned and looked at the badge, blinking involuntarily.

"Never heard of it."

"Never in the future!"

Simmons said categorically, then stared into the middle-aged man's eyes and continued to ask.

"Your son is the great-grandson of Archibald Witty, isn't he?"

"It's Witwich!"

The middle-aged man, that is, Sam's father Ronald Witwich corrected again displeased, but also admitted Simmons' problem in disguise.

After confirming the identity of the target, Simmons did not intend to waste any more time. Looking at Ronald who was still blocking the door, he leaned over and put his head in front of him, and asked coldly.

"Can I come in, sir?"

Although it was an inquiry, Simmons obviously did not intend to ask for opinions, and after he finished speaking, he filed in with several subordinates.

Inside the house, Sam's mother looked at the group of black suits vigilant in the yard outside through the window, and shouted in some panic.

"Ronald, there are many people outside!"

Ronald was also very puzzled by this sudden change, and immediately did not bother to pursue Simmons' rudeness, and frowned and asked.

"What exactly is going on?"

Simmons did not answer his question, but pointed to the red sports car parked in front of the lawn outside the door and asked him.

"Whose Porsche is that outside?"

Ronald couldn't help but feel a sudden shock when he heard the words. He was suspicious when Sam told him that someone had traded a Porsche for his second-hand Chevrolet, but after Sam swore and his classmate Miles testified, Ronald only believed him temporarily, but now it seems that there must be something wrong with this car!

But it was too late to say anything now, and Ronald had no choice but to tell the truth in the face of Simmons' questioning.

"My son, Sam's, is there a problem?"

"Did he drive out tonight and when did he come back?"

Simmons' expression remained serious.

"Uh, I went out in the evening, and I just came back, what happened?!"

Ronald's heart was extremely uneasy, for fear that Sam had done something illegal.

When Simmons heard his answer, he completely confirmed his previous guess, and he couldn't help but get excited. For his question, Simmons finally answered this time.

"Your son is involved in a top-secret incident, and we think this is related to national security!"

"National Security?"

Ronald was a little confused.

It's just a sports car, how could it have anything to do with national security?

While Simmons and Ronald were talking, a group of black suits were busy in and out of the house, constantly probing around with an instrument.

Just at this moment, Sam heard the movement downstairs and walked down. Seeing the many black suits inside and outside the house, he couldn't help stunned, and he had a bad premonition.

Simmons saw Sam's eyes lit up, but he didn't talk nonsense with Ronald any more, and went straight to greet Sam.

"Boy, is your name Sam?"

"That's right."

Although Sam was a little uneasy, he still pretended to be calm and replied.

"Where have you been tonight?"

Simmons' eyes were fixed on Sam as he questioned.

"Um, I drove out for a spin."

Sam tried his best to be natural, but how could he escape Simmons' vicious eyes.

"Going for a ride alone?"

Simmons asked step by step.

Hearing the words, Sam couldn't help but mention that he naturally didn't want to involve Mikaela, so he nodded quickly and said without hesitation.

"Yes, only myself!"

Simmons looked at Sam's dodging eyes, and it was easy to see that he was lying, but he did not rush to expose him, but continued to ask.

"So, did you see anything strange?"

"Strange thing? Of course not, everything is normal!"

Sam pretended to be relaxed.

It's just that Simmons didn't believe a word of what he said!

But he didn't expect to get the answers he wanted on the spot, he was just testing Sam, and apparently, Sam - was hiding something!

Just as Sam was losing ground under Simmons' eyes, Simmons' cell phone suddenly rang.

Simmons glanced at Sam, and then took out his phone to check it. Soon, a smile appeared on Simmons' face. He turned the phone and handed the screen to Sam. Simmons said with a sneer.

"Looks like our little guy isn't telling the truth!"

Sam looked at the phone and saw that the surveillance camera at an intersection took him driving a Porsche sports car, and on the co-pilot, Mikaela's face was clearly visible!

Sam was a little flustered when he saw this, but still explained through gritted teeth.

"We met on the road."

Simmons sneered as Sam didn't speak. It was impossible to confirm that he really had contact with alien creatures by these alone, but they had an easier way to confirm.

The seventh district has studied Megatron for decades, and naturally has corresponding detection methods.

Simmons stretched out his hand and immediately handed over a set of hand-held detection instruments.

This is a detector specially designed to detect radiation on Transformers. As long as it has contact with Transformers, this instrument can detect it.