Chapter 229 Patriotic old bachelor

Sam, who had been stimulated all day, was taken away by the Hornet. When he left, his mouth was still filled with Fisher's secret biscuits. The child was terrified and frightened all day. Rest, so after getting in the car, he soon fell asleep.

Shortly after the Autobots left, a team of Chevrolet SUVs ran across the road extremely arrogantly, appeared on the street, surrounded Burns's unique courtyard, and then a team of tall men in black clothes and dark glasses jumped out of the car.

   "The first team surrounds here, the second team knocks on the door with me, and the third team is responsible for searching the yard!" A curly-haired man chewing gum arrogantly assigned tasks to his subordinates.

   "sir, yes, sir!"

  Dozens of agents stepped on the well-kept lawn like wild boars, some swept around with radiation instruments, while others carried shovel digging holes in the yard.

  "Dangdangdang!" The curly-haired man knocked on the overwhelmed wooden door that was kicked by Fisher, and then he heard a very crisp click from inside.

   "Crack!" Burns, holding a shotgun, put his muzzle on the face of the split man, and walked out the door.

   "Calm down, calm down first! You have to know that we have 30 people!" The separated man slowly raised his hands, and then the agent he brought with him immediately raised his gun, and the two sides confronted each other.

   "30 people? Many?" A group of agents looked up and saw Fisher carrying a bazooka in one hand and an m320 grenade launcher standing on the roof, "Everyone, let me put the guy down!"

   "Wait, let me introduce myself first!" The man who broke up cursed inwardly, and then took off his sunglasses, "I am the worker of Reki Simons in District 7, and I'm here just to investigate!"

  "Really, Mr. Simmons, then I think you also know that U.S. law says that it’s okay to break into someone else’s site and be killed!"

   "Then I think I can find the police to investigate your illegal firepower issues!"

   "Why, as an intelligence worker, I put a few rocket launchers to defend myself, is there a problem?" Burns continued to hold the opponent with the muzzle, and also vigorously poked the double chin of Agent Simmonsteer.

   "Well, everyone put the gun away first!" Seeing that this went on, Mr. Simmonsteer's task would also be delayed, so he waved his hand and motioned his hand to put the gun down.

After the situation eased, Agent Simmons expressed his intentions. Chaos did not hide his traces when the presidential plane was sabotaged. The hackers of the Ministry of Defense naturally knew what those aliens were looking for. The seventh district was responsible. Institutions dealing with Transformers (which they call non-biological alien life forms) immediately divided into two groups, one way to Sam and his house, and the other way to find Fisher, who was a buyer.

  "Two, now the country needs you!" Simmons said awe-inspiringly, and the two hands flew up and down, the tone was fierce, and the movements were fierce, as if they would be a traitor if they didn't help! "Our country is under attack. We need to ask you to go back and help us to defeat the evil aliens together!"

   "If we refuse, will you do it?" Fisher teased.

   "No, no, the United States is a democratic country. We will guarantee the wishes of the citizens, especially if the two are public officials, we will naturally not force it!" Simmons said contrary to his intentions, looking at the bazooka standing at the door.

   "Do you want to go then?" Fisher looked at Burns.

"Let's go!" Burns sighed. He has served the country for decades, but now he is still disgusted by another group of people. He has a heart to get angry, but when he thinks of the roadblock that was dragged away before, he can only force it. Tolerating the discomfort, nodded in agreement.

While this route of agents was not going well, the other agents were also very unlucky. When they went to find Sam, they encountered the same confusion that came. Although only a few tens of centimeters high, the confusion seemed to be very weak, but it was compared to others. The Transformers, the confusion of four energy cannons, directly fought with the agents who discovered their whereabouts at Sam’s house. The house designed by Father Sam turned into a pile of ruins within ten minutes, if it weren’t for Bumblebee. Arriving to the rescue, I am afraid that the parents of those agents' Sam's parents will suffer. After seeing the force of the Hornet, the agents of District 7 were also very polite. In the name of protection, they pulled the Sam's family including the Chihuahua up. The car to the seventh district also includes the Hornet.

  It's just that these agents did a stupid thing. They didn't check whether the confusion that was beaten in two by the hornet was dead or not, so they packed the confused corpse and took it away.

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Before coming, Simmons did investigate the identities of the two, but Burns’s information was false because of work, but Fisher’s information Simmons dared to use his mother’s dentures to swear it was true, but the other party He did not behave like a soldier who had retired due to injuries.

  "Simon Stir, can you ask how long you have been in this business?" Fisher sitting in the back row unceremoniously put his feet on the back of the front row.

   "It's been more than ten years!" Simmons replied irritably.

   "Oh, then you must be a very high-level agent!"

   "Puff puff............" The agent driving the car almost laughed.

   "No, I'm still just an ordinary member. It is my pursuit to defend our America. I won't be greedy for fame and fortune!" Simmons gave the driver angrily, then replied.

   "Then you should have dealt with many aliens!"

   "Then you should have killed a lot of alien spies who undermined the stability of capitalist society!"

"and you…………"

  Fisher's words pierced into Simmons's heart like a sharp knife. He burst into tears and bleeds in his heart. An old bachelor who dedicated his youth to the country, the salary is still so low, Simmons' pain, do you understand?

Fisher didn't feel comfortable yet. He continued to make up his knife, and hummed a running song to himself. Whatever the poor children are on the battlefield, the rich children immediately broke the guards of the agents in the car when they broke the lyrics of Fuxiang and the like. The son burst into tears, but the man's last dignity didn't make them cry.

   "Simons, if work is not going well, let's go sell saltwater salmon together, I will pay you to be a clerk, and we can take your mother over and live with you!"

   "I..." Simmons really didn't want to leave Fisher, who was talking more and more vigorously behind him. Finally, he simply plugged in his earplugs and prepared to wait until the seventh district of the Hoover Dam to clean up Fisher.

  (End of this chapter)