Hitching a ride was a little uncomfortable.
Luo Xia had been fitted with more than ten pairs of handcuffs, even his feet shackled, before being shoved into a van. On top of that, two men in black sat on either side of him, their gun barrels never straying from his chest and head.
"Gentlemen, how far are we going? Can you keep holding those guns up the whole way?" Luo Xia asked leisurely.
"You damned alien, don't underestimate the willpower of Earthlings," the two men in black said.
"If you already need willpower just to keep going, is life really that hard for you?" Luo Xia asked with a concerned expression.
The words left the two men in black feeling oddly stifled. This alien even came with humanitarian concern?
Still, as professional agents, they strictly observed confidentiality protocol and stopped talking to Luo Xia.
The agent in charge, Simmons, seemed rather interested in Luo Xia. Turning around from the front passenger seat, he asked, "Where exactly did you come from?"
"Me? I came from the United States in another universe," Luo Xia answered honestly.
"Alien friend, it seems you know Earth's movies quite well. But I advise you to confess honestly. An alien robot hundreds of times larger than you has been imprisoned by us for centuries. You'll see him soon enough. I hope you can still be this stubborn then," Simmons threatened.
"Oh, your Thunderous Might. To be honest, I was a fan of his when I was young. He looked much cooler than Optimus Prime, and he could transform into several forms. Boys always preferred planes and cannons over cargo trucks, right?" Luo Xia said excitedly.
"Thunderous Might? Sorry, we call him NBE-1. He is no longer your idol. And you—I think NBE-2 would be a fine designation