HPDBC Chapter 189 Meeting with the Leader
Chapter 189 Meeting with the Leader
Outside the door, the knocked-down optical mirror suddenly lit up, Deadfire silently took a breath, and Red Spider's wings lifted slightly.
Optimus Prime spoke first.
"Many decisions made during the war were not of my own volition. As a leader, I had to make choices within a limited pool of options and bear the necessary consequences."
Megatron followed closely behind, his voice low.
"The old regime cannot repair or eliminate itself. For something like the Supreme Council to disappear completely, it must be made to fear new forces."
Yin Xiang listened, chuckled, nodded, and then suddenly stood up.
Her palm landed on the table, and the entire machine leaped into the air.
A deep purple afterimage swept across the desk, and a bluish-green pattern shone from her chest down to her forearm. The documents on the desk were lifted by the air currents and hung suspended in mid-air.
Megatron only had time to raise the optical mirror.
The vector's fist had already smashed into his face.
The magnetic force instantly shifted his center of gravity upon contact, forcibly pulling him off course. Megatron's massive machine flew backward, his shoulders and back slamming into the wall, which groaned under the weight.
The next second, he was pushed by the remaining force and slammed the office door shut.
All the machines outside the door simultaneously took a half step back.
Jiuqi's face was just a hair's breadth away from the door when she froze, because the office door bulged outwards with a clear metallic ridge.
The corridor was silent for a second before Knockout covered her mouth with both hands.
In the office, Megatron slid half an inch from the dented door panel, and the red optical mirror briefly lost focus.
He didn't retaliate, but when he looked up, he saw the gravity vector turn towards Optimus Prime.
Optimus Prime took a step forward: "Gravity Vector..."
A left uppercut struck his chin, and blue magnetic patterns shimmered on the side of the vector arm.
Optimus Prime's entire machine was lifted upwards, and then his head sculpture was embedded directly into the ceiling, with shattered metal plates and dust falling from above.
The office was quiet both inside and out.
Optimus Prime's shoulder armor was still exposed underneath, and his hands were pressed against the edge of the ceiling, seemingly unable to determine for a moment whether this had actually happened.
The bumblebee outside couldn't resist and emitted a short electronic sound from its speaker.
Arcee immediately pressed down on his shoulder, but she herself smiled subtly.
"You all think you're absolutely right?"
The vector fell back to the ground. "One felt that only by smashing everything could Cybertron be 'saved.' The other felt that if he could bear everything, then all sacrifices would be meaningful."
Megatron propped himself up on one hand from the ground: "I didn't deny the price—"
"Of course you didn't deny it."
With a swift turn, Megatron's machine was slammed back to the ground by an invisible force. His shoulder armor, which he had just raised, crashed down heavily, and the floor cracked instantly.
"But you are too obsessed with victory and power."
Megatron was dragged sideways by her magnetic attraction, his massive silver-gray body skimming the ground as she pulled him from one side of the office to the other.
The floor was scratched with a long, deep mark, the filing cabinets were shaken open, and several data pens rolled off the edge of the table, only to be held in mid-air by the field of vectors.
"Drag it from Kalon to Ironforge, from Tagan Heights to Crystal City."
Every time she uttered a place name, Megatron crashed heavily into an obstacle on the ground.
The sofa was knocked to one side, the low cabinet overturned, and the window frame cracked.
"If you feel it is unfair, you can take legal action, disclose the evidence, push for a trial, and try the Supreme Council in court."
Megatron's back slammed against the window, the glass shattered behind him, and a cold draft rushed into the office.
Half of his machine was hanging out, with the outer wall of the high-rise judicial center and the still-unrepaired city lights in the distance beneath his feet.
Outside the door, Flying Over the Mountain whispered, "Is she really going to throw him out?"
Red Spider grinned happily, "I hope she throws it."
Immediately afterwards, the vector was pulled up and pulled.
Megatron was pulled back by the magnetic force and swung around in mid-air, his optical mirror finally becoming somewhat blurred.
The vector force slammed him heavily into the wreckage of the sofa, which then collapsed completely.
"As a result, you chose civil war over slag."
She walked over and stepped on the overturned handrail.
"Did waste liquid get into your brain module, or did you get the mine debris you blew up yourself?"
Megatron lay on the collapsed sofa and remained silent for two seconds.
"...What are you saying—?"
The vector looked at him and said, "Try saying it."
Megatron immediately shut up.
Outside the door, Knockout finally couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, while Jazz coughed.
Optimus Prime finally managed to pull the head sculpture out of the ceiling.
He stumbled as he landed, with several pieces of broken ceiling still clinging to his shoulder armor.
He had just steadied himself when he saw the gravitational vector turn its head, and suddenly realized that he shouldn't have come down so quickly.
The vector burst forward in one step, then it rammed headfirst into the object.
The headbutt slammed solidly into the junction of Optimus Prime's jaw and neck, the heavy impact causing several young cyborgs outside the door to simultaneously flinch.
Optimus Prime took two steps back.
Before he could even land his third step properly, the vector-driven whip kick had already swept across his waist.
The magnetic force twisted sharply along his center of gravity, causing Optimus Prime to be flipped over and his back to slam into the ground, where the floor finally let out a mournful groan.
"And you."
The vector stood beside him, the optical mirror cold and clear.
"Optimus Prime".
She didn't even call him Orion Parkers.
"Do you think that if you stand at the very front, all the other passengers will have less of a hard time?"
Optimus Prime raised his arms, trying to prop himself up: "This is a responsibility I must bear."
"Responsibility is not about living as a monument."
The vector stepped on his arm armor, the force only stopping him.
"Do you know how many records I've read? Every time you clearly had other options, you could have asked for help, and then admitted that you also felt angry, tired, and wanted to rest."
She leaned down to look at him, the visor and he were inches apart.
"But you didn't."
Optimus Prime remained silent.
"Where did Orion go?"
There was a moment of silence in the office and outside the door.
Megatron peered through the gaps in the sofa wreckage.
Optimus Prime's fingers were gripping the ground tightly.
The vector looked at him, its voice lower:
"True hope lies in the leader himself living a good life."
She loosened her legs, and Optimus Prime slowly propped himself up.
As a result, she punched him in the shoulder armor again, slamming him back to the ground.
Did I tell you to get up?
Optimus Prime: "..."
Outside the door, Yanmu forcefully covered his mouth.
Bumblebee's speaker let out a short electronic sound again, and this time even Arcee couldn't stop him.
The group chat is flooded with messages.
gsDyq: [What was that sound just now?]
Knock down: [Optimus Prime's head.]
H-10887: [Where did it crash?]
Dead fire: [Ceiling.]
11228778: [? ? ? ? ]
Jack: [You really should see this for yourselves.]
wyAp-003: [Is Megatron still alive? Wait! Where did this Autobot come from!?]
Hot Rod: [On the sofa.]
SQ-mxbc: [Is the sofa still alive?]
wyAp-003: [Are there any admins for these random Autobots?!]
Knocked down: [The sofa is already dead.]
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In the office, Megatron finally sat up and stared at the gravitational vector.
"stop--"
He instinctively wanted her to stop, but she turned to look at him.
"Do you need me to manually mute your microphone? Like you did with Bumblebee."
Megatron remained silent, although he hadn't completely crushed Bumblebee's vocal cords, which were later repaired.
But judging from his tone, if he said that again, the vector would obviously give him a hard time.
Alita silently raised an eyebrow outside the door.
Bumblebee almost waved his arms and shouted.
The gravitational vector then used magnetic attraction to pull Megatron out of the sofa wreckage and Optimus Prime, who was lying on the ground, forcing the two leader-class machines to stand upright in the center of the office.
There was a clear fist mark on the side of one's face.
One of the head sculptures still had ceiling debris hanging on it.
The vector stood before them: "Listen up, both of you."
"I don't care how many reasons you had back then, or how right those ridiculous reasons sounded in the context of war."
"The old parliament is damned. There's nothing wrong with resisting oppression, and sacrifice is sometimes unavoidable."
She spoke slowly and deliberately, her anger barely contained behind her blue-green optical glasses:
"But many mistakes cannot be seen as glory, and wounds are never necessary. Those who just want to survive should not be forced to live under your banner."
Megatron's optical lens looked at it; it was a dark, crimson red.
Optimus Prime lowered his gaze, trying to keep himself from looking away from her light mirror.
"From today onwards, the civil war is over, but you have not yet paid your debt."
"You two dead bastards owe Cybertron, the dead, the living, and yourselves."
"I will check each item one by one."
The office and the area outside were deathly silent.
Seeing that they had finally listened, the vector put the documents that had been hanging in mid-air back on the table.
That's all for today.
Megatron looked at the deep marks on the ground where he had been dragged, and then at the shattered window.
"...Is this what you call stopping here for now?"
Yin Xiang turned around slowly: "You have a problem with that?"
Megatron answered quickly: "No."
Optimus Prime removed a piece of ceiling debris from his head sculpt: "I will cooperate with any further inquiries."
"Nonsense." Yin Xiang sat back in his chair. "The same goes for the group by the door."
All the machines outside the door froze simultaneously.
Jiuqi slowly pulled her face back from the doorway.
Knock down gracefully, stand up straight, and pretend nothing happened.
Red Spider turned and walked away as quickly as if he had never cared about the conversation.
Tong Tianxiao glanced down at the document in his hand, then at the office door, and silently put the document away.
BICk0 stood in the middle of the corridor, his face displaying the calm expression typical of a work machine, and quickly opened the repair request form.
[Chief Justice's Office: Multiple areas of wall damage, one warped door panel, one broken ceiling, one shattered window, one drag mark on the floor, one ruined sofa, and several bookshelves, desks, and coffee tables.]
She paused for a moment, then added another line.
Reason: Meeting with the authorities.