DC HERO AT MARVEL

"The Seventh Sector isn't part of the military they're a secret government agency. They have a lot of classified operations, some of which even we in the military aren't aware of."

Secretary Keller distanced himself from the Seventh Sector.

Clearly, he wasn't too fond of this so-called covert organization.

"Secretary Keller, after all, it was our helicopter that brought you here. Can't you say something nice about us in front of Batman?"

Thomas Banachek, head of the Seventh Sector, looked somewhat helpless.

Thomas introduced himself to Batman, saying, "I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm Thomas Banachek, head of the Seventh Sector."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Batman."

Anton had already transferred his main consciousness into the Batman avatar. 

"Pleasure to meet you."

Just as Thomas was speaking, a young man, frail in build and looking a bit like a wimp, sprinted towards them with the speed of a hundred-meter dash.

"Batman!"

Sam, gazing at his idol right in front of him, was on the verge of rushing over to hug Anton. Then his eyes fell on Cyborg, who was wearing a gray hoodie and a hood, looking far less conspicuous than Batman.

Sam was so ecstatic he was about to faint.

"You must be Sam," Anton said.

On the way over, Anton had a brief exchange with Thomas, the Seventh Sector leader.

During their chat, Anton had summarized the matters of Cybertron, the Autobots, and the Decepticons as concisely as possible for Thomas.

At that moment, Thomas had pieced together the information in his mind and instantly confirmed the authenticity of the intel, which made him even more enthusiastic about Batman.

"If only all our collaborators were as reliable as Batman," Thomas mused. "Carrying out missions would be far less tiring."

Lost in thought, he inadvertently glanced at Keller.

Coincidentally, Keller was looking back at him with a similar expression.

Neither said a word.

...

"Sam, you probably know why we're here to see you, don't you?"

Anton looked at Sam, whose face was lit up with excitement, and spoke slowly.

At that moment...

The Seventh Sector agents behind Sam, intending to step forward and pull him away from Batman and the others, were stopped by their leader, Thomas, with a raised hand.

With Batman here, what danger could there possibly be?

Even danger itself would hesitate before approaching these two.

As a top-secret government agency, the Seventh Sector was essentially a semi-intelligence organization.

Information on Batman was scarce, but whenever they appeared, it meant that a dangerous individual or a major force was about to face judgment.

From the Life Foundation, the Continental Hotel, Kingpin, the Lizard, Green Goblin, Doctor Octo, to Stark Industries' Obadiah Stane, the Foot Clan Shredder, and even extraterrestrials recently—Batman had only been active for less than a year, yet he had already become the most dazzling figure in the United States in the past decade.

This wasn't a force to be easily taken down.

Any confrontation would risk public backlash on one hand, and even if they won, the cost would be so immense that it would hardly be worth it.

Even the typically hardline military had shown such respect in this instance.

No one here was foolish.

Only those S.H.I.E.L.D. people thought they knew a lot, barging around recklessly, acting all high and mighty.

Little did they realize that the loudest bird gets shot first.

The Seventh Sector had long known about the existence of extraterrestrials!

S.H.I.E.L.D. only made contact with the Kree in the 1990s, whereas the Seventh Sector had already been privy to alien-related information since the early 20th century.

But have you ever seen agents of the Seventh Sector jumping around and showing off?

This restraint also ties into the mission the organization has upheld since its inception.

The Seventh Sector is a classified American government department, while S.H.I.E.L.D. is under the jurisdiction of the World Security Council.

The nuances of this distinction make things even more complicated.

But enough digression let get back to the main story.

Hearing Batman question, Sam hesitated.

Clearly, he understood that with these people showing up—especially with Batman at his door—there was no way he could keep the truth hidden. Everything had already been exposed.

"I know," Sam said, lowering his head in defeat. "You're here because of my car."

"Your car?"

Hearing this, Thomas and the others turned their eyes toward the yellow Camaro in the garage.

Screech, screech, screech!

At that moment, the Camaro seemingly came to life, operating on its own.

The rear wheels spun, producing a piercing screech that echoed in everyone ears.

"Watch out! Watch out!"

Simmons, who was standing close to the Camaro, widened his eyes in alarm.

Zoom!

He watched in shock as the Camaro sped toward him as if intending to crush him beneath its wheels.

"Damn it!"

Just as Simmons began to mentally review his life, the Camaro suddenly veered, narrowly grazing his suit as it sped past him at an incredible speed.

Instinctively, he patted the area where it had made contact.

His suit was warm to the touch.

Simmons had barely let out a sigh of relief when—

Bang!

A massive collision resounded behind him.

It was as though a meteor had struck the ground.

A gust of air surged from behind, ruffling the slightly heated hem of his suit.

Turning to look, Simmons was met with a shocking sight.

A man in a gray hoodie stood in front of the Camaro, one silver hand pressed firmly against its hood.

Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!

Screech, screech, screech!

The Camaro revved its engine and spun its rear wheels furiously, but it couldn't move forward an inch.

One man had single-handedly stopped a speeding car?

The crowd faces were filled with astonishment.

During the collision, the wind blew back the man hood, revealing his face.

It was then that everyone recognized the man identity.

Until now, most had only noticed Batman in his battle armor, not paying much attention to the man beside him—the one in the hoodie, low-key to the point of being nearly unnoticeable.

He was none other than another superhero from the Justice League.

"Cyborg!"

"It Cyborg! Not just Batman—Cyborg is here too!"

The Seventh Sector agents exchanged incredulous glances.

In all their years as members of the Seventh Sector, this was the first time they realized how much influence their organization wielded.

Not only had they brought in Batman, but they had also managed to bring in one of the Justice League rarest powerhouses.

What a show of strength!

As they marveled at this realization...

Zzzzzzzz!

The Camaro tires began to smoke, and the hood seemed on the verge of being torn off by Cyborg grip.

Despite the intense standoff, neither side backed down, yet neither moved forward an inch.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

Mechanical sounds erupted.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, the Camaro suddenly transformed into a massive yellow robot, towering over the nearby buildings.

"Bumblebee!"

Anton whispered the name, looking at the towering Transformer with a trace of emotion.

"Bumblebee!"

Sam was stunned and turned to Batman. "How do you know its name?"

"Kid, I know more than you think. I am Batman, after all," Anton replied with a faint smile.

Meanwhile...

"Autobot, we mean no harm," Cyborg said, his voice calm but firm, as he faced the Transformer, who was nearly ten times his size. "I know where you come from and what your mission is."

"…"

Bumblebee said nothing, maintaining his stance as he faced Cyborg.

Realizing something, Cyborg leaped into the air and fired a laser directly into Bumblebee throat.

Immediately, Bumblebee expression shifted to one of surprise and hesitation. His previously hostile demeanor faded.

"Humans, I don't want to fight!"

Bumblebee finally spoke, his voice youthful—a fitting characteristic, as he was indeed the youngest among the known Autobots.

At the same time, Sam stood there, utterly shocked.

His car could not only transform into a robot but could also talk!

And this time, it was actual speech, not just communicating through the radio!

Even more mind-blowing, it seemed Cyborg single laser shot had somehow "fixed" him.

Amid the mixed reactions from the crowd, Cyborg and Bumblebee continued their conversation.

"We don't want to fight either," Cyborg said. "The Autobots are the pacifists of Cybertron. As long as your goal isn't to conquer Earth or turn it into Cybertron, we can talk."

Bumblebee was taken aback.

The other party knew about Cybertron—and about the Autobots. Then surely they also knew about the Decepticons!

This made things easier.

He had thought Earth was a remote planet inhabited by a young, underdeveloped species. But now he realized that some humans were far more capable than he'd assumed.

As Bumblebee pondered this, he analyzed Cyborg.

The technology integrated into Cyborg body was astonishing—far beyond what Earth should be capable of producing.

Alien technology?

Bumblebee quickly scoured the internet for information on Cyborg.

Ah, so that it.

Just as Bumblebee was beginning to understand, a distant sound reached his ears.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The roar of an engine echoed from afar, growing louder as it approached.

"What now?"

Thomas, Keller, and the others, who had been intently listening to the conversation between Cyborg and Bumblebee, were jolted out of their focus by the loud noise. Annoyed, they turned toward the source and saw a police car speeding through the Seventh Sector cordoned-off area.

"A police car?"

Both Thomas and Keller frowned in unison.

Thomas glared at Simmons and snapped, "Why is someone from the LAPD here? Didn't I tell you to communicate with them that we're conducting a classified operation here?"

"I did communicate with them!" Simmons protested, looking aggrieved.

"That not the LAPD," Anton, in his Batman guise, suddenly said.

His tone was heavy, his sharp eyes fixed on the oncoming vehicle. Something about it was clearly off.

Anton clearly saw that the driver in the police car seat was expressionless.

When the car turned, the man hands, resting on the steering wheel, didn't move at all—like a mannequin.

No, not like a mannequin—he was a mannequin!

It was clear that the figure was merely a projection inside the vehicle.

In reality, this wasn't just a car it was a Transformer!

Anton quickly came to a conclusion, and a name flashed through his mind.

A Decepticon.