Chapter 224 Autobots Retreat

   While sitting on the side of the road enjoying the second hot dog, the phone in Fisher's pocket chuckled.

   "Hey, why aren't you stinky guys coming back? Where is the wine I want?"

   "Uh, you, I..." Fisher looked dazed, how should I pick it up?

  "You, what, what, what, what, your kid forgot even what I said, go buy the wine and roll it back for me, and then bring a box of pickles from the convenience store on the corner!"

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

   "…………" The voice on the other end of the phone was no longer harsh, and he was a little worried.

   "Where are you, I will pick you up!"

"Uh, the square in front of the Old Tom Bakery, I am here to watch the pigeons!" Fisher raised his head, and then found the most conspicuous sign. It was an uncle holding a sausage in one hand and a child holding a child in one hand and pushing the sausage to him. A huge billboard stuffed in his mouth.

  "Wait for me!" Then there was a blind tone on the phone.

  It looks like this is my relative? Fisher thoughtfully stuffed the remaining hot dogs into his mouth, and then went on reading the newspaper, hoping to find some news about the world.

  Tossing over and over and discovering that there were scandals in the newspaper besides the attack on the US military base. After the news of leaders’ visits abroad was not a landmark event, Fisher closed the newspaper and rubbed the bridge of his nose, no clue!

"Beep!"

  When Fisher couldn't help but learn how to coo, a black Chevrolet SUV drove over.

   "Why are you stunned, get in the car!" shouted a somewhat hoarse but still full of mid-term voice.

   "Oh!" Fisher dropped the greased paper with the hot dog, and then got into the car with the newspaper.

   "Where did you hit? I made an appointment with an old friend. Let me check it out for you first!"

"No, no, it's just a little messy brain!" Fisher took a closer look at the man driving. Although his hair was a bit gray, his face was hale, spirited, and his arms were strong. When he was young, he should have been a fierce man. There is a long scar on his right cheek. The square face made Fisher feel familiar, very similar to Don’s brother John Cena. A car repair gang)

   "Still can't forget those things in Afghanistan?"

   "Uh, can't forget it!" Fisher nodded pretentiously.

   "Yes, there are not a few of you who come back from the batch that can't be ptsd!"

After chatting with each other, Fisher also figured out the identity of himself and the uncle who drove. The uncle who drove was his uncle, Jack Burns. According to him, he was an ordinary government official who was about to retire. , And Fisher, he was just a retired soldier who got the ptsd who had nowhere to go off the battlefield and went to his uncle. He was still wandering on the street for a while.

  In that case, I still account for two of the three most unprovoked identities of the China Traveler, Japanese high school student, and American homeless! The complacent Fisher took a closer look at Burns's scars. He carefully recalled the long-term memory, combined with the report that the US military base was attacked in the newspaper, and no one had survived such a report, suddenly thought of a world.

  It seems that in the world where the Autobots are retreating, there is a John Cena who has also fought side by side with the Hornet. Isn’t it this?

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

   "Yeah, it's said in the news, but I think you should worry about yourself now. It's been half a year since you came back. You can go out fooling around, not to talk about work, and you haven't found a woman who is married!" Burns scolded as he drove.

  "Women will only affect the speed at which I draw a gun!" Fisher said that he has become an American tramp. Considering any woman, there will naturally be the kind of inverted posts, and I will not be able to drive away!

   "Just do you draw your gun? I hope the alcohol doesn't paralyze the nerves!"

   "Who told 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 the wine, and he smoked the cigarettes, even the dudes under the table, uh, that were his own. Suddenly the phone in his pocket rang.

   "I am Burns!"

   "Sir, I need you to come here!"

"I see!" Burns looked at Fisher, who was sitting on the co-pilot with the newspaper spread on his face and pretending to be dead, and deliberately put him down and let him go back by himself, but worried that the other party would forget the location of his home. , You can only take Fisher to your work place first and let him wait in the car!

   "I have to tell you something!"

"Um!"

   "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 a m4 in the black trunk of the trunk, and an m45 under your seat. The co-pilot has a 44-point Magnum revolver and a tactical knife. It is either a law enforcement agency or a terrorist, but I don’t think terrorists Dare to drive the SUV on the street, and the law enforcement agencies, those FBI people will wear glamorous suits, leather shoes are clean, instead of wearing a gray jacket like you! Sunglasses are for decades. Old man!"

  "What do you know, that's feelings!"

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

   "Maybe this is the privilege of law enforcement agencies!" Fisher said strange things in a strange way and stretched out his hand to compare a middle finger.

   "No, this is my privilege!" Burns rolled the car window and stepped on the accelerator.

   "Speaking of, Fisher, what do you think of aliens?" Burns glanced at the headline in the newspaper 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 really hammered.

"Cold and ruthless, killing people like hemp, come to the earth to plunder resources and let the people of the earth be slaves!" Fisher summed up the behavior of the Decepticons of the Decepticons on the earth. Transformers 2 wants to blow up the sun and change 3 Catch the earthling w to repair Cybertron, um, that's right.

  "Have you never thought about having good aliens? They will fight to protect freedom and life!" Burns didn't expect his nephew to cut the alien camp across the board.

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

   Burns: He is so familiar with the script that Fisher said!

  (End of this chapter)