It seemed that he noticed the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, the pickup truck that was speeding forward along the road, the air conditioning knob on the center console suddenly turned on its own, and the refrigeration function was activated at the same time, and soon, under the operation of the compressor, wisps of cool cold air blew out from the air conditioning outlet.

Feeling the rapidly dropping temperature in the car, Simmons, who was hesitating to jump out of the car in a panic, couldn't help but be stunned.

If it were a Decepticon, it wouldn't be so "friendly"!

It seems that the probability that this pickup truck is a car man is relatively large!

"Hey, man, where are you taking me?"

After having a little bottom in his heart, Simmons asked tentatively.

He didn't expect the other party to answer him, but just as he finished speaking, a deep electronic male voice sounded in the car.

"The Commander wants to see you!"

"Commander?"

Simmons asked with a frown.

"That's right, he's the commander of our Autobots and the mighty and evil Megatron Destroyer!"

The deep voice spoke in an impassioned tone.

Simmons could clearly feel the deep reverence and pride contained in this voice!

He also finally confirmed the identity of the pickup truck, as well as the people he was about to meet.

As he first thought, it was Chen Mo who sent this Autobot to pick him up!

This pickup truck is the weapons expert among the Autobots, Ironskin!

"It seems that my intuition is quite accurate!"

Simmons automatically ignored his own later thoughts.

However, Chen Mo is obviously a human, how could he become the "commander" of these Autobots?

Could it be that his real identity is also an alien?!

Simmons is once again trapped in his own whimsical world, unable to extricate himself.

Simmons also tried to extract some Chen Mo's news from Ironhide's mouth, but although Ironhide looked very arrogant, he was very vigilant, no matter how Simmons used it, Ironhide did not reveal any useful information to him.

Although Simmons was helpless, he still refused to give up, and kept trying again and again, chatting with Iron Sheet in a corner.

Iron Sheet happened to be bored, but he didn't bother him, and he responded to him from time to time to save face, of course, all the content involving Chen Mo and some secrets, Iron Sheet never mentioned it.

In the midst of Simmons and Ironskin's casual chatter, the pickup truck sped all the way, and after nearly two hours, the car finally pulled off the road and into an industrial area.

And as the pickup truck moved forward, Simmons looked at the surrounding scene and couldn't help frowning, this place looked a little familiar to him!

Simmons finally recognized the pickup truck as it drove through a rusty steel gate into an overgrown, cracked cement abandoned factory yard.

Wasn't this the same place where he had found the remains of the Decepticon "barricade" before?

How did this Autobot get him here?

Just when Simmons was full of doubts, the pickup truck did not stop, but drove directly through the yard and into the huge abandoned factory inside.

As soon as he entered, Simmons' eyes went dark.

Although the factory has been abandoned for a long time, the walls and the steel frame supported by the roof are also rusty, but the structure is very complete, the solid cement walls and steel roof completely envelop the entire factory, only the factory gate they enter and the few ventilation windows on the walls on both sides have sunlight projection, the environment of the whole factory seems very dim.

But Simmons quickly adjusted to the light in the factory and looked through the window.

The last time he came, his main focus was on the corpses of the Decepticons in the open space outside, and he had sent his men to search the factory, but this was the first time he had entered.

The space of this factory is very large and spacious, and the original equipment in it has long been emptied, and it seems very empty at this time, and the situation of the entire plant can be seen at a glance.

After the pickup truck came in, it did not stop, but went directly across the entire factory and came to the innermost closed steel gate.

Two steel gates, also covered with rust, were closed, and mottled handwriting could be faintly seen on them.

Judging from the incomplete handwriting, this should have been a warehouse inside the factory, located in the innermost part of the factory, and next to the warehouse door, a rusty iron ladder clinging to the wall of the warehouse led to the second floor, which was supposed to be an office or something.

Just as Simmons was looking at the environment in front of him and analyzing it in his mind, the iron warehouse door in front of the pickup truck that was facing them suddenly slowly slid to the sides, revealing the pitch-black space inside.

Under Simmons' surprised gaze, the pickup truck drove straight through the gate, drove in, and then stopped directly in the dark.

The door behind him also slowly closed again after the pickup truck drove in, and the whole space instantly became pitch black!

Just when Simmons was a little shocked because of the dark environment around him, he suddenly felt a slight shock on the ground, and then a feeling of weightlessness when taking the elevator came, Simmons couldn't help but hold the door handle next to him a little nervously, trying to open his eyes wide, trying to see something from the darkness.

Soon, with another slight vibration, the feeling of weightlessness disappeared, and at the same time, a soft white light suddenly lit up around it, instantly dispelling the original oppressive darkness.

In the non-glaring white light, Simmons looked up, only to find that he was not in the abandoned warehouse he had thought he had been, but in a room as neat and square as a garage, with the surrounding walls covered in cement and gray, as if it had just dried out.

Just as Simmons was looking around with his head sticking out his head, two steel gates were quietly opening to the left and right on the wall facing the front of the car.

Unlike the rusty, dilapidated iron doors he had seen before, the two gates in front of Simmons were brand new, flat and heavy, shimmering with a silver metallic sheen in the soft light.

As the gate opened, a huge underground space was revealed to Simmons, which was completely different from the abandoned factory he had seen before.

It was still a gray cement wall that seemed to have just dried, but it was as if it had been carefully polished, it was extremely smooth, and the height here was much higher than he expected, the ceiling was at least ten meters high from the ground, and the whole space looked grand, wide and very neat under the support of a few square cement pillars.