Death Valley in the United States had ominous nicknames such as the "Dead Volcano Crater," "Dry Bone Valley," and "Funeral Mountain." Located in the desert basin along the California-Nevada border, it was a land of sheer cliffs and treacherous terrain, as well as the lowest and driest region in North America. Few people came here unless it was winter or some special holiday.
Thanks to its natural geographical advantages, the United States had also established air force bases and space testing facilities in this area.
"The Pioneer is here?"
Dilos, already disguised with an enhanced battle suit, used his formidable abilities to survey the barren surroundings and the hidden base dozens of kilometers away. He then glanced at the blue robot toy in his hand.
"You really knew how to pick where to crash."
"I didn't want to either."
Unexpectedly, the seemingly lifeless robot toy in Dilos's hand came alive. It waved its limbs about in his palm and let out a shrill, heavily distorted scream.
"If it weren't for those damned Autobots, none of this would have happened! I wouldn't have been frozen for tens of thousands of years in such a miserable state!"
"You're too loud."
Hearing the somewhat childlike shriek, Dilos frowned. The gesture instantly silenced the robot toy. It shrank its head back, terrified that Dilos would crush it into a heap of scrap metal in a fit of displeasure.
A closer look would reveal that this robot toy looked exactly like Thundercracker. The only difference was that it was a miniature version of Thundercracker.
In fact, the toy was Thundercracker himself. Just a minute earlier...
"It's too troublesome having to keep craning my neck to look at you."
Dilos raised a brow, then pulled a golden alloy pistol with a futuristic design from behind his