Chapter 224

Sitting on the side of the road enjoying the second hot dog, Fisher's cell phone cooed in his pocket.

"Hey, why don't you come back? Where's my wine? "

"Er, you, I..." Fisher looked confused. How should I answer?

"What are you and me? You boy forgot even what I said. Go and buy the wine, then get back to me, and bring a box of sour cucumbers from the corner convenience store!"

"I'm lost!" Fisher simply made up a reason, "I hit a telegraph pole on the road. My memory is a little confused!"

"......." the voice on the other end of the phone was no longer severe, with some worry.

"Where are you? I'll pick you up!"

"Well, the square in front of old Tom's bakery. I'm watching pigeons here!" Fisher looked up and found the most prominent sign. It was a huge billboard where an uncle held the sausage in one hand and a child put the sausage in his mouth in the other hand.

"Wait for me!" Then a blind sound came out of the phone.

Looks like this is my relative again? Fischer thoughtfully stuffed the remaining hot dogs into his mouth, and then continued to read the newspaper, hoping to find some news about the world.

After turning over and over, he found that there were some scandals in the newspaper, such as the attack on the US military base, the leader's visit abroad, and there were no landmark events. Fisher closed the newspaper and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He didn't have a clue!

"Beep, beep!"

When Fisher couldn't help learning to coo like a pigeon, a black Chevrolet SUV drove over.

"What are you waiting for? Get in the car!" A hoarse but still full voice shouted.

"Oh!" Fisher threw away the oil paper containing the hot dog and got on the car with the newspaper.

"Where did you hit? I have an appointment with an old friend. Go and check it for you first! "

"No, no, just a little confused!" Fisher looked at the man driving carefully. Although his hair was a little gray, he had a strong face, hale and hearty spirit, and his two arms were powerful. When he was young, he should also be a tough man. There was a long scar on his right face. His square face made Fisher feel familiar, much like boss Tang's brother John Senna (I heard that vegetarian chicken 9 is going to go to space for racing, Who would have thought that boss Tang was just a car repair gang at first)

"Still can't forget about Afghanistan?"

"Well, I can't forget it!" Fisher nodded quietly.

"Also, there are not many of you who come back PTSD!"

After chatting with each other, Fisher found out the identity of himself and his driving uncle. The driving uncle was his uncle, Jack burns. According to him, he was an ordinary government civil servant who was about to retire, and Fisher was a retired soldier with PTSD, I was wandering in the street for some time before.

So I also accounted for two of the three most inviolable identities of Chinese walkers, Japanese high school students and American tramps! Complacent Fisher looked carefully at Uncle Burns's scar. He carefully recalled his long memory. Combined with the report in the newspaper that the U.S. military base was attacked and no one survived, he suddenly thought of a world.

It seems that in the world where the Autobots retreated, there was a John Senna who fought side by side with the bumblebee. Shouldn't it be this?

"Cough, burns, have you heard that the US military base in Qatar was secretly attacked by someone! No insiders or survivors were found! "

"Well, it's said on the news, but I think you should worry about yourself now. You've been back for half a year. You can't go out and fool around, don't say work, and don't find a seriously married woman!" Burns grumbled as he drove.

"Women only affect the speed at which I draw my gun!" Fisher said that he has become a beautiful and strong tramp. Considering what kind of woman, there will be an inverted post at that time. He can't drive away!

"You're still pulling a gun? I hope alcohol doesn't paralyze the nerves! "

"Then who asked me to bring him a bottle of Scotch?"

"You guy!" Burns was just about to take out the authority of the elderly and let Fisher admit that he drank wine and smoked cigarettes. Even the Playboys under the table, er, it was his own, when suddenly the phone in his pocket rang.

"I'm burns!"

"Sir, you need to come here!"

"I see!" Burns saw Fisher sitting on the co pilot with the newspaper spread on his face and pretended to be dead. He wanted to put him down and let him go back by himself, but he was worried that in case the other party really forgot his home location, he had to take fisher to his workplace first and let him wait in the car!

"There's something I have to tell you!"

"Yes!"

"Actually, I work for the CIA branch in Arizona! Not a second rate government department! "

"I know!"

"I'm not trying to hide... You know?"

"There is an M4 in the black box in the trunk. There is an M45 under your seat. The co pilot here has a 44 magnum left wheel and a tactical knife. Either law enforcement agencies or terrorists, but I don't think terrorists have the courage to drive SUV around the street. If law enforcement agencies, FBI people will wear bright suits and their shoes will be clean, Instead of wearing a gray jacket like you! Sunglasses are decades old! "

"What do you know? It's called feelings!"

Burns turned his eyes angrily, and then turned the steering wheel. The SUV turned a corner arrogantly on the road, causing countless drivers to scold.

"This may be the privilege of law enforcement agencies!" Fisher said strange things in a strange way and reached out and compared his middle finger.

"No, it's my privilege!" Burns rolled up the window and stepped on the accelerator.

"Speaking of it, Fisher, what do you think of aliens?" Burns glanced at the newspaper headline about the attack on the US military base, and a large number of memory fragments were turned out from the depths of his mind.

"Aliens?" Fisher felt that his judgment was true.

"Ruthless and murderous, I came to the earth to plunder resources and let the earth people be slaves!" Fisher summarized the behavior of the Decepticons on earth. Transformers 2 wanted to blow up the sun, and Transformers 3 caught the earthlings w to repair Cybertron. Well, that's right.

"Didn't you think there were good aliens? They will fight for freedom and life! " Burns didn't expect his nephew to cut across the alien camp.

"It is not impossible that alien life will be divided into two factions, one is peace loving and the other is quite a warlord, and then the peaceful side will fight side by side with us!"

Burns: he's familiar with the script Fisher said!