The Magical Journey of the Commander

After Cleveland parked the car, Song Qingge pushed open the door of the store, and the three of them heard a slightly familiar voice as soon as they walked in.

"On the 36th, I ordered sausage pancakes, soba noodles and triangular wonton set. Cash only, next one!"

I saw Simmons, dressed as a chef, shouting while collecting money. At this time, an older woman in the same clothes kept talking beside him. But seeing Simmons' impatient look, it is obvious that he has not fully accepted his current life.

Song Qingge, Cleveland and North Carolina just stood quietly at the side counter, watching Simmons' busy figure.

After seeing off the second guest, Simmons finally saw the three of Song Qingge. "No, just kidding!" He pressed the bell in front of him three times in a row, and said to the people still in line, "The store is closed, everyone go out, now!"

After he finished speaking, he drove the customers out of the store, and at the same time closed the store door and put up a closed sign.

Song Qingge smiled and said, "Old friend, long time no see."

Simmons walked directly in front of him and said excitedly, "Old friend? It was you, the alien who caused the Seventh District to be disbanded immediately. The security level is gone, and the pension is gone. I am now empty-handed, and then I Had to come back and run this damn deli now."

Finally, Simmons grabbed Song Qingge by the collar. However, when he wanted to proceed to the next step, three black gun barrels directly reached his head. Simmons turned his head, only to see Cleveland's ship suit appearing, and those bright gun barrels were directly against his head.

He hurriedly raised his hands, "Ah, ha... When old friends meet, I feel a little emotional for a while, I hope Mr. Song can understand~"

Song Qingge straightened his collar with a smile, then waved to Cleveland. I saw the blue light flashing, and the gun barrel pressing on Simmons' head disappeared directly.

"Old friend, we are all civilized people, we just need to speak up when we have something to do. Don't touch your hands, it will be hard to say if my gun goes off." Song Qingge said with a smile.

The corner of Simmons' mouth twitched. The situation was like this, and there was nothing he could do. "I don't know what Mr. Song wants to do this time? If it's work, I'm afraid I can't help you. After all, I have already left the government."

Song Qingge said, "I came to you this time because I really want you to help us, but it's not about work."

Simmons froze for a moment, lowered his arms and asked, "Apart from work, what else can trouble the allies of all mankind, where is Mr. Song Qingge Song?"

Song Qingge said, "I want to create a website, which is a website that records the Transformers and interesting things that happened in our lives, and is open to all human beings. But there is a problem that not many people are familiar with us and the Autobots. And those with advanced computer skills can only think of you. So I came to invite you this time to join our base. I believe that you, who are used to that line of work, should not be very willing to sell deli meat. "

"What's the benefit." Simmons asked directly.

"The working hours are eight hours a day, and there are five social insurances and one housing fund, weekends on Saturdays and Sundays. During holidays, the salary is doubled, and the basic salary and salary are calculated according to your previous salary in the seventh district." Song Qingge said with a smile.

"I did it!" Simmons took off the chef hat on his head and said to Song Qingge, "I have long been fed up with these people who have to pick and choose when buying cooked food! Compared with this, I am more used to exploring some something unknown."

Seeing Simmons accept the invitation straightforwardly, Song Qingge nodded in satisfaction. "Then when can you leave?"

Simmons said directly, "Wait a minute, it will be done right away. Before that, I will take you to a place."

The corners of Song Qingge's mouth turned up slightly, it seemed that Simmons on the opposite side was very good. Sure enough, under the leadership of Simmons, they came to the freezer.

Opening the secret door on the floor, Simmons climbed down and said: "Actually, long before this group of robots came, our Seventh District had already started researching aliens for 75 years. Before I was fired , I just walked away with the top-secret documents of the seventh district."

When Song Qingge and the two ship girls went down to the basement through the secret door, they saw that the entire basement was full of documents, and an old TV was playing a video of him and Optimus Prime at the United Nations General Assembly.

"Heh, it seems that you have quite a lot of research files." Song Qingge flipped through some materials before turning over, and they were indeed some weird and special events.

"Of course." Simmons proudly said that although the Seventh District was revoked, the research results of the Seventh District cannot be obliterated by anyone. "We found that aliens have actually been to the earth long ago, and have left their own symbols on many great situations in the world today, just like the symbols we saw on the Rubik's Cube at that time."

With that said, Simmons climbed to a high place, pulled out a box, and threw it to Song Qingge. Song Qingge opened it and saw that it was indeed the photos in the second part of Transformers.

Simmons climbed down, pointed to the photos and said, "I once knelt down and begged the Seventh District to investigate the contents of these photos, but no one ignored my request. Until now, you have come to this world, and then, the Seventh District It’s gone, and we can’t investigate anymore.”

Song Qingge nodded, "These photos are indeed suspicious. If you want to track them down in the future, I can give you the power to ask other people in the base, even the Autobots, to assist you."

Simmons clapped his hands excitedly, "Really? Even if you show up now, you can investigate?"

Song Qingge nodded, "The Autobots have a long history, so long that even Optimus Prime and the others don't know much about it, so it's good for everyone to investigate in depth. But..."

Simmons' face changed, "Is there something wrong?"

Song Qingge smiled and said: "But you have to do your job well first, and then carry out these explorations."

"My job?" Simmons was taken aback, "Oh...is it just about building a website?"

"Bingo, that's it." Song Qingge smiled, "This is your homepage, and the others are at most side jobs, understand?"

Simmons nodded, "Yes, boss."

Song Qingge looked around, pointed to these materials and said, "Are you going to take all these away?"

Simmons nodded, "These are the painstaking efforts of us and our predecessors, and I don't want to give up."

Song Qingge smiled and nodded to North Carolina. With a wave of North Carolina's hand, all the documents in the whole house, including the old TV, disappeared.

This hand stunned Simmons here, and Song Qingge patted him with a smile, "Relax, you will see more bizarre things in the future."

Simmons shrugged, stopped to look at the empty basement, climbed up with Song Qingge and others, and began to pack their luggage.