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Chapter 224 The Autobots Retreat

Sitting on the curb enjoying his second hot dog, Fisher's cell phone buzzed in his pocket.

"Hey, why haven't you come back, you brat? Where's the wine I want?"

"Uh, you, I..." Fisher looked confused, how should I answer this?

"What about you, what about me, you kid, you even forgot what I said, go and buy the wine and get back to me, and bring a box of pickles from the corner convenience store!"

"I'm lost!" Fisher simply made up a reason, "I hit a power pole on the road, and my memory is a bit blurred!"

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

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

"Uh, the square in front of Old Tom's Bakery, I'm here to watch the pigeons!" Fisher looked up, and then found the most conspicuous sign, which was an uncle holding a sausage in one hand and a child in the other, throwing the sausage towards him A giant billboard stuffed in his mouth.

"Wait for me!" Immediately there was a blind voice on the phone.

Looks like this is some kind of relative of mine?Fisher thoughtfully stuffed the remaining hot dog into his mouth, then continued to flip through the newspaper, hoping to find some news about the world.

After searching and discovering that the newspaper contained some gossip besides the attack on the U.S. military base, and that there were no iconic events in the news about the leader’s visit abroad, Fisher closed the newspaper and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He had no idea!

"Beep!"

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

"Why are you standing there, get in the car!" A hoarse but still full-fledged voice shouted.

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

"Where did you hit? I've made an appointment with an old friend, so I'll check it out for you first!"

"No, no, it's just that his mind is a little messed up!" Fisher carefully looked at the man driving the car. Although his hair was a little gray, he had a tough face, a hale and hearty face, and two powerful arms. He must have been a tough man when he was young. There is a long scar on the right cheek, and the square face makes Fisher feel a little familiar, very similar to Boss Tang and his brother John Cena (I heard that Suji 9 is going to go racing in space, who would have thought that Boss Tang was just car repair gang)

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

"Uh, don't forget it!" Fisher nodded lightly pretending to be calm.

"That's right, there are not many of you who came back without ptsd!"

Chatting with each other, Fisher also figured out the identity of himself and the driver. The driver is his uncle, Jack Burns. According to him, he is an ordinary government servant who is about to retire. , and Fisher is just a retired soldier with ptsd who went to his uncle with no one to rely on after leaving the battlefield. He was still wandering on the street for a while before.

So I also accounted for two of the three least messy identities of a Chinese traveler, a Japanese high school student, and an American homeless person!The self-satisfied Fisher took a closer look at Uncle Burns' scars again. He carefully recalled his long-term memories, combined with the report in the newspaper that the US military base was attacked and no one survived, and suddenly thought of a world.

It seems that in the world where the Autobots retreated, there was a John Cena, and he fought side by side with the Hornet. Could it be 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, and you can't go out to fool around every now and then. You don't talk about work, and you haven't found a serious married woman!" Burns scolded while driving.

"Women will only affect the speed at which I draw my gun!" Fisher said that he has become a homeless American, and if he thinks about a woman, there will naturally be the kind of backlash at that time, and he can't be driven away!

"You're the only one who still draws the gun? I hope the alcohol doesn't paralyze the nerves!"

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

"You bastard!" Burns was just about to use the authority of the elderly to make Fisher admit that he drank the wine, smoked the cigarettes, and even the few Playboy books under the table were, uh, his own. Suddenly, the phone in his pocket rang.

"I'm Burns!"

"Sir, I need you to come here!"

"I see!" Burns looked at Fisher, who was sitting in the co-pilot and spread the newspaper on his face, pretending to be dead, and decided to put him down and let him go back by himself, but he was worried that if the other party really forgot the location of his home , I can only take Fisher to his workplace first and let him wait in the car!

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

"Ok!"

"Actually I work for the CIA in Arizona! Not some second-rate government!"

"I know!"

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

"There's an M4 in the black box in the trunk, an M45 under your seat, a . If you have the guts to drive an SUV around the street, and for law enforcement agencies, the FBI will wear bright suits and clean leather shoes, instead of wearing a gray jacket like you! Sunglasses have been decades old old stuff!"

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

Burns rolled his eyes angrily, then turned the steering wheel, and the SUV made an aggressive turn on the road, causing countless drivers to scold.

"Perhaps this is the prerogative of the law enforcement agencies!" Fisher said strange words while taking advantage of the situation and stretched out his hand for a middle finger.

"No, this is my prerogative!" Burns rolled up the window, and then stepped on the gas pedal.

"Speaking of which, 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 dug out from the depths of his mind.

"Aliens?" Fisher felt that his judgment had been confirmed.

"Cruel, ruthless, murderous, came to the earth to plunder resources and make the earth's people slaves!" Fisher summed up the behavior of the demented Decepticons on the earth. Transformers 2 wants to blow up the sun, become 3 Catch the earthman w to repair Cybertron, um, yes.

"Didn't you ever think that there are 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's not impossible. Alien life will be divided into two factions, one faction is peace-loving, and the other is quite warlord, and then the peaceful side will fight side by side with us humans!"

Burns: He is very familiar with the script that Fisher mentioned!

(End of this chapter)