When Simmons finished cleaning up, a crowd of people walked into the street and saw a Rolls Royce parked on the side of the road. Simmons pointed to the car and asked, "Which Autobot is this?"

Song Qingge was depressed, "Hey, please, don't you see the special number on the license plate?"

Simmons looked at it and touched his head awkwardly, "Hey, it's bad, it's bad. But you guys are also big names, and let the CIA provide you with such high-end vehicles."

Song Qingge smiled and said, "It's not you, but us. Don't forget that you are also a regular employee of the base now."

Simmons chuckled, Song Qingge continued to ask, "Can you drive?"

Simmons said puzzledly: "Of course, driving is the basic skill of every agent."

Song Qingge glanced at Cleveland reluctantly, and could only touch her hair, "It's okay, I'll just ask."

When Song Qingge finished speaking, Cleveland immediately became excited, "Commander, are we going to the airport now?"

Song Qingge nodded, then Cleveland opened the door directly to start the car, "Come on, let's leave now."

Song Qingge's face turned dark, and she regretted her softness just now. So I got into the car with the smile of North Carolina, and the first thing to get in the car was to wear a seat belt. Simmons who watched this series of operations was stunned, "Do you still need to wear a seat belt when you sit back?"

Song Qingge smiled stiffly, "You'll know later."

Simmons inexplicably sat on the front co-pilot, fastened his seat belt, and...there was no more.

When Cleveland parked the car steadily at the airport, Simmons opened the seat belt and pushed the door open and climbed out of the car. It did climb out of the car, you heard it right. After climbing out of the car, he vomited frantically. Cleveland, who was watching, touched his head, turned and said to Song Qingge and North Carolina behind, "Is it that exaggerated?"

Song Qingge and North Carolina looked at each other and nodded frantically.

It took a long time for Simmons to slow down, leaning on the Rolls Royce, gargle with a bottle of mineral water Song Qingge handed over in his hand.

"I'll tell you, BOSS, this is the first time I vomited because of riding in a car since I became an agent. I was in the car just now and almost saw God."

Song Qingge patted him on the shoulder, "It's good to get used to it, you know, the first time I didn't wear a seat belt..."

Simmons was speechless, "You aliens are strong."

Song Qingge chuckled, "Have you recovered? We still have several hours to fly on the plane."

Simmons made a gesture, saying "OK"! Then several people boarded the plane together.

Similarly, along the way, Cleveland and North Carolina were sitting in the window positions, looking at the scenery outside the window, while Simmons was chatting with Song Qingge.

"BOSS, where did you come from? I rummaged through the historical materials and archives before and couldn't find your origin." Simmons looked at Song Qingge and said.

Song Qingge took a sip of the black tea on the table. Now under the cultivation of Belfast, he has gradually fallen in love with black tea, but every time he finishes drinking it, he feels that he can sleep more and more easily.

Looking straight into Simmons' eyes, Song Qingge said, "We came to the earth unintentionally, and I'm not sure if we are the aboriginals of this universe. I can only say that."

Simmons took a deep breath, "In other words, could it be another time and space?"

Song Qingge nodded, and did not deny, "Our planet is called the Blue Star. There are several large forces on the Blue Star. They are called Donghuang, White Eagle, Double Cherry, Iron Blood, Royal, Northern Union, Sardinian Empire, Freedom. Iris, etc. And the culture and camp are very similar to those on Earth, such as Donghuang and the Tian Dynasty, and the White Eagle and the United States."

Simmons nodded, "I see, is this the reason why you talk to the heavens? Then what is your identity?"

Song Qingge smiled and said, "Commander, the commander of the port area. Commanding my navy to defeat unknown enemies and ensure the safety of all mankind."

"Girl from the battleship?" Simmons asked in a puzzled way. Because of translation and understanding, Simmons would have the wrong meaning.

Song Qingge looked at Cleveland and North Carolina on the side and smiled, "You should know the cruiser Cleveland and the battleship North Carolina, right?"

Simmons nodded directly, "Of course, those were our country's two meritorious ships in World War II."

Song Qingge smiled and nodded, pointing to the two people next to him, "They are the two."

"Huh? You said that the two of them are giant battleships of more than 100 meters to more than 200 meters." Simmons said in surprise.

Song Qingge nodded, "Yes, you are right this time. They are the girls transformed into giant battleships, so they are called ship women."

Simmons’s face instantly shed cold sweat, "Huh? That means that the three-armed 152mm main gun just poked in my face?"

Song Qingge smiled slightly and shook his head, "A prototype three-arm 152mm gun that is more powerful than the Cleveland-class three-arm 152mm gun."

Simmons patted his face for the rest of his life, "So, I am also the man who was directly pierced in the face by the light cruiser's main gun?"

Song Qingge said with a smile, "Well, indeed, there is only one person on the earth who has been stunned by the ship's main gun."

Simmons laughed after listening, some of them became interested, "Then what are the other people?"

"Hood, George V, Prince Eugen, Lexington, Saratoga, Akashi." Song Qingge said.

Simmons Khan slammed for a moment. It was a complete standard fleet, but lacked the expulsion. After a sigh, he said, "But even if they are warships, they are all products of World War II. How could they be able to defeat those steel guys."

Song Qingge smiled, "Of course it is a Ford modification technology that we have."

"You mean near-modernization?" Simmons said.

Song Qingge nodded, "Similar technology. Take Cleveland as an example. Now she is a guided missile cruiser of more than 20,000 tons and possesses special abilities like superpowers."

Simmons was embarrassed, "That is to say, you now carry a fleet that has been destroying the country, and does not depend on the surface of the water, and can operate on land? Does your port area still have it?"

Song Qingge thought for a while, "There are more than 300 people left."

Simmons directly squirted out the coffee that he drank in his mouth, "What? More than three hundred ships? Are the commanders of your world so powerful?"

Song Qingge touched his nose, "Maybe I am the only one who is special."

Simmons is a good fellow, it seems that he has encountered a figure of the overlord level.

The plane continued to fly quickly, gradually flying out of the United States, and slowly approaching Midway Island.