The pickup truck seemed to have noticed the sweat rolling down his forehead. The air conditioner knob on the center console suddenly turned on by itself. The cooling function was activated at the same time. Soon, under the operation of the compressor, wisps of cool air blew out from the air conditioner vent.
Feeling the rapidly dropping temperature in the car, Simmons, who was in a panic and hesitating whether to jump out of the car, was stunned.
If they were really Decepticons, they shouldn't be so "friendly"!
It seemed that the probability of this pickup truck being an Autobot was quite high!
"Hey, buddy, where are you taking me?"
Simmons asked tentatively after he had a rough idea of what was going on.
He didn't expect the other party to answer him, but just as he finished speaking, a low electronic male voice sounded in the car.
"The commander wants to see you!"
"Commander?"
Simmons frowned and asked in confusion.
"That's right, he is the commander of the Autobots, and also the destroyer of the powerful and evil Megatron!"
The low voice said in an impassioned tone.
Simmons could clearly feel the deep reverence and pride in this voice!
He also finally confirmed the identity of this pickup truck and the person he was about to meet.
Just as he thought at the beginning, the person who sent this Autobot to pick him up was Chen Mo!
This pickup truck was the weapon expert of the Autobots, Ironhide!
"It seems that my intuition is quite accurate!"
Simmons automatically ignored the wild thoughts that came to his mind later.
But Chen Mo was clearly a human, how did he become the "commander" of this group of Autobots?
Was his real identity also an alien?!
Simmons was once again caught up in his wild imagination, unable to extricate himself.
Simmons also tried to get some information about Chen Mo from Ironhide. However, although Ironhide looked casual, he was very vigilant. No matter how Simmons tried, Ironhide didn't reveal any useful information to him.
Although Simmons was helpless, he still didn't want to give up. He tried again and again and chatted with Ironhide in a roundabout way.
Iron Hide happened to be bored, so he didn't mind Chen Mo's annoyance and responded to him from time to time. Of course, Iron Hide didn't mention anything about Chen Mo or some confidential information.
As Simmons and Ironhide chatted, the pickup truck sped along. After nearly two hours, the truck finally left the highway and drove into an industrial area.
As the pickup truck moved forward, Simmons looked at the surroundings and couldn't help but frown. This place looked familiar!
When the pickup truck drove through a rusty steel gate into an abandoned factory yard that was overgrown with weeds and cracked cement, Simmons finally recognized it.
Wasn't this the place where he found the remains of the Decepticons Roadblock?
Why did the Autobot bring him here?
While Simmons was puzzled, the pickup truck didn't stop. Instead, it passed through the yard and drove into the huge abandoned factory.
As soon as they entered, Simmons' vision darkened.
Although the factory had been abandoned for a long time, and the steel frame supporting the walls and roof was also rusty, the structure was very intact. The solid cement walls and steel roof completely covered the entire factory. Only the door they came in from and the few ventilation windows on both sides of the walls let in sunlight. The entire factory was very dark.
However, Simmons quickly adapted to the light in the factory and looked through the window.
The last time he came, his main focus was on the Decepticons' corpses in the open space outside. He had sent his subordinates to search this factory, but it was his first time here.
The factory was very large and spacious. The original equipment inside had long been emptied, so it looked very empty now. The entire factory could be seen at a glance.
After the pickup truck entered, it didn't stop. Instead, it went straight through the entire factory and came to a tightly shut steel gate at the innermost part.
The two similarly rusty steel gates were tightly shut. Mottled handwriting could be vaguely seen on the gates.
From the incomplete handwriting, this should be a warehouse inside the factory. It was located at the innermost part of the factory. Next to the warehouse gate, a rusty steel ladder was attached to the wall of the warehouse and led to the second floor. That should be an office or something.
Just as Simmons was looking at the environment in front of him and analyzing it in his heart, the steel gate in front of the pickup truck suddenly slid to both sides slowly, revealing a pitch-black space inside.
Under Simmons' astonished gaze, the pickup truck went straight through the gate and drove in. Then, it stopped in the darkness.
The gate behind them slowly closed again after the pickup truck drove in. The entire space instantly became pitch-black!
Just as Simmons was a little bewildered by the pitch-black environment, he suddenly felt the ground tremble slightly. Then, he felt a sense of weightlessness like when taking an elevator. Simmons couldn't help but nervously hold the door handle beside him. He tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see something in the darkness.
Soon, with another slight tremble, the feeling of weightlessness disappeared. At the same time, a soft white light suddenly lit up around him, dispelling the oppressive darkness instantly.
Simmons looked up in the not-so-glaring white light and realized that he wasn't in an abandoned warehouse like he had thought. Instead, he was in a neat and tidy room that looked like a garage. The surrounding walls were the original gray color of the cement, and it looked like it had just dried not long ago.
Just as Simmons stretched his head out to look around, two steel gates on the wall facing the front of the truck slowly opened to the left and right.
Unlike the old and rusty steel gates he saw before, the two gates in front of Simmons were brand new. They were flat and thick. Under the soft light, they shone with a silver metallic luster.
With the opening of this door, a huge underground space that was completely different from the abandoned factory he saw before appeared in front of Simmons.
It was still the gray cement wall that seemed to have just dried, but it was extremely flat as if it had been carefully polished. Moreover, the height here was much higher than he imagined. The ceiling was at least ten meters above the ground. With the support of a few square cement pillars, the entire space looked grand, spacious, and very clean.
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