Noticing the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, the pickup speeding along the road suddenly turned its air-conditioning dial on its own, activating the cooling function. Before long, the compressor kicked in, and streams of cool air blew from the vents.
Feeling the temperature inside the vehicle rapidly drop, Simmons, who had been panicking and debating whether to jump out, could not help but freeze.
If it really was a Decepticon, it should not have been this "friendly"!
It seemed much more likely that this pickup was an Autobot!
"Hey, buddy, where are you taking me?"
With some reassurance at last, Simmons cautiously spoke up.
He had not expected an answer, but the moment his words fell, a deep electronic male voice sounded inside the vehicle.
"The Commander wishes to see you!"
"The Commander?"
Simmons asked with a frown.
"That's right. He is the Commander of us Autobots, and the Destroyer of the powerful and evil Megatron!"
The deep voice declared loudly in an impassioned tone.
Simmons could clearly sense the intense reverence and pride contained in that voice!
He finally confirmed the pickup's identity, as well as the identity of the person he was about to meet.
Just as he had initially thought, the one who had sent this Autobot to pick him up was Chen Mo!
This pickup was Ironhide, the Autobots' weapons specialist!
"Looks like my instincts were pretty accurate after all!"
Simmons automatically ignored the wild thoughts he had entertained afterward.
But Chen Mo was clearly a human. How had he become the "Commander" of these Autobots?
Could his true identity be an alien too?!
Simmons once again sank into his own wildly imaginative world of speculation, unable to pull himself out.
Simmons had also tried to pry some information about Chen Mo from Ironhide,