DC HERO AT MARVEL

At first, humanity wasn't even on the Transformers' radar.

Even the Autobots, who bore goodwill toward the young human race, held this perspective.

They believed that on Earth, the Autobots' only enemies were the Decepticons.

But now, with Megatron under human control, and Cyborg casually eliminating Barricade—who wasn't considered weak among the Transformers—it raised a critical question:

If the Autobots weren't careful, could humanity become yet another adversary?

As Bumblebee pondered this, he decided to send the intelligence he had gathered to Optimus Prime, who was en route to their location.

At that moment, he noticed someone staring at him with an expressionless face.

Cyborg.

Bumblebee spark sank.

He remembered how Cyborg had effortlessly intercepted and deleted Frenzy attempted transmission to the Decepticons.

Immediately, Bumblebee restrained his thoughts.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the sound of a roaring engine echoed, drawing everyone attention.

A massive vehicle was approaching the scrapyard.

A Western Star 5700.

This semi-truck was the "supercar" of the trucking world, exuding dominance in every detail, emanating a sense of reliability and power.

Its massive front grille radiated strength, while the thick, upward-facing exhaust pipes on either side added an intimidating flair. The dog-nose-shaped front end was a design classic.

Many instantly recognized the truck identity, exchanging uncertain glances.

No one had expected the leader of the Autobots to take the form of a semi-truck rather than some high-end supercar.

On second thought, it made perfect sense.

Nothing but a semi-truck could exude such unrivaled majesty and commanding presence.

"Is that Optimus Prime?"

Next to Anton, Keller stared at the slowly approaching truck, his expression growing tense. He felt an indescribable pressure, as if standing before a monstrous beast.

"Yes," Anton replied, nodding. His eyes held a hint of admiration as he observed Optimus Prime arrival.

From every angle, the choice of vehicle for Optimus Prime was flawless.

This truck perfectly embodied the character identity.

"Autobots, assemble!"

Thomas shouted, and all the agents quickly gathered around.

Vroom! Vroom!

Bumblebee revved his engine, spinning once in place before moving to meet the approaching truck under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

In the next moment—

Clank! Clank!

Both vehicles transformed into their robotic forms, standing before the humans.

Gulp!

Many of the agents swallowed hard.

Faced with the overwhelming presence of the two towering figures, their legs felt weak.

These weren't ordinary individuals—they were highly trained agents. While their training differed from that of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, their mental resilience was leagues beyond that of an average person.

Even so, maintaining composure under the oppressive aura of these two beings was a monumental challenge.

This sensation was entirely different from what they had felt earlier during Barricade assault.

The robot that had transformed from the truck exuded a presence akin to a king arrival. It wasn't just psychological pressure but a biological reaction to something far beyond their comprehension.

"I am Optimus Prime."

Optimus Prime gaze swept across the humans before him, lingering particularly on Batman and Cyborg.

"At last, we meet, humans," he said, his deep voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

"Optimus Prime."

Seeing that everyone except himself and Cyborg had fallen silent under the unintentional pressure from Optimus Prime, Anton stepped forward confidently.

"I'm Batman."

He introduced himself and, standing firmly as humanity representative, spoke calmly, "You shouldn't be here. By 'you,' I mean all of you from Cybertron—not just the Autobots. What your perspective on that?"

"It seems you know a great deal about us," Optimus replied cryptically.

In truth, Bumblebee hadn't yet conveyed additional information, but Optimus Prime had already formed an impression of Batman and Cyborg through their earlier communications.

And… he was aware of the recent alien attack in New York.

After learning about these events, he, like Bumblebee, had come to a realization.

Humans, though a young species, were not nearly as simple as they initially seemed.

"I know the Autobots mean no harm to humanity," Anton continued, "but you must also understand—this planet shouldn't have extraterrestrials on it. At least… not right now."

"I understand."

Optimus Prime nodded. "The Autobots came to Earth partly to stop the Decepticons, and partly for the AllSpark."

At this, his tone grew meaningful: "If you truly understand Cybertron, then you must know about the AllSpark…"

Hearing this, Bumblebee suddenly realized there was a crucial point he had overlooked in his earlier considerations.

The AllSpark!

"The AllSpark… it actually in your possession, isn't it?"

Optimus Prime gaze locked onto Anton.

Anton, however, remained calm, showing not the slightest hint of unease.

Behind him, though, Keller and Thomas faces visibly shifted.

The question had hit a nerve.

Neither of them had been prepared, let alone considered how to respond.

Truthfully, returning the AllSpark to the Autobots wasn't entirely out of the question, but the decision wasn't within Keller and Thomas authority.

For such a move, they would need the approval of the military council, and ultimately, the president signature.

More importantly, who could guarantee that the Autobots would take the AllSpark, leave Earth peacefully, and never return to threaten it again?

No one could make that promise.

This wasn't merely a matter of national security—it was about the safety of the entire planet.

No one would dare shoulder that responsibility.

Not even Anton.

He had no intention of advising the military to make any decision.

While he understood that the Autobots, under Optimus Prime principles, bore no ill will toward humanity, leaving such a potentially catastrophic threat unchecked was never Batman way.

The battle between Batman and Superman had, at its core, arisen from a similar dilemma.

In a Residential Area.

Bonecrusher arrived in the vicinity and quickly connected to the surrounding network.

By now, the surveillance footage had been wiped clean by the diligent agents, leaving him unable to piece together the sequence of events.

Still, the road nearby, strewn with wreckage resembling scrap metal and littered with unmistakable signs of a battle, told him everything he needed to know.

As Starscream had suspected—

Something had gone wrong.

Barricade and Frenzy were dead.

And it was highly likely they had fallen at the hands of the humans they had so thoroughly underestimated.

"What method did these humans use to kill Barricade?"

"A large-scale weapon of mass destruction?"

"No… That not it. The battle scars here don't show signs of widespread devastation. It looks more like… a one-on-one fight?"

Bonecrusher, for all his aggressive tendencies, was also an experienced tactical analyst with a sharp mind—albeit one clouded by his volatile nature.

From the marks left behind, he deduced that other Transformers had been involved.

"Autobots?"

"Who?"

The thought quickly crossed Bonecrusher mind.

Noticing the tire marks on the ground, he deduced the direction in which his target had fled and immediately set off in pursuit.

As for the ordinary humans in front of him, he had no intention of engaging them.

It was akin to an elephant not deliberately stepping on an ant.

Despite the recent flood of news about extraordinary individuals like Cyborg and Batman, Bonecrusher still regarded humanity as a whole as insignificant.

Of course, before leaving, Bonecrusher, as a Decepticon, decided to give Starscream a nod of acknowledgment.

He suspected that these humans were no longer completely ignorant about the Transformers. To that end, he took photos of several agents' appearances and transmitted them to Starscream, suggesting he cross-reference their identities. He said nothing further.

Bonecrusher trusted that Starscream, with his self-perceived superiority, would understand his intent.