As he sat on the side of the road enjoying a second hot dog, Fisher's cell phone chirped in his pocket.

"Hey, why haven't you come back yet, you stinky boy? What about the wine I want? ”

"Uh, you, I'm ......" Fisher looked confused, how should this be answered?

"What are you and me, you kid even forgot what I said, go buy the wine and roll it back for me, and bring a box of pickled cucumbers from the convenience store around the corner!"

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

............The voice on the other end of the phone was no longer stern, and there was a bit of worry.

"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 symbol, which was a huge billboard of an uncle holding a sausage in one hand and a child shoving it into his mouth in the other.

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

Looks like some of my relatives are here? Fisher thoughtfully stuffed the remaining hot dogs into his mouth, and continued to flip through the newspapers, hoping to find some news about the world.

After flipping through the pages and finding that there were some scandals in the newspaper except for the attack on the US military base, and there were no landmark events such as the leader's visit abroad, Fisher closed the newspaper and rubbed the bridge of his nose, he had no clue!

"Beep!"

Just when Fisher couldn't help but learn how to coo, a black Chevrolet drove up.

"What are you doing in a daze, get in the car!" A hoarse but still mid-range voice shouted.

"Oh!" Fisher threw away the oiled paper containing the hot dogs and got into the car with the newspaper.

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

"No, no, it's just a little messy!" Fisher carefully looked at the man who was driving, although his hair was a little gray, but his face was tough, his spirit was strong, his two arms were powerful, he should have been a fierce man when he was young, there was a long scar on the right side of his face, and his square face made Fisher feel a little familiar, very similar to Donald and his younger brother John Cena (I heard that Suji 9 was going to space drag racing, who would have thought that Donald was just a gangster who repaired cars at first)

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

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

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

After chatting with each other, Fisher also figured out the identity of himself and the uncle who drove the car, the uncle who drove was his uncle, Jack Burns, according to him, he was an ordinary government civil servant who was about to retire, and Fisher, a retired soldier who had gone to the battlefield and came to his uncle without support, had been wandering on the street for a while.

In this way, I also account for two of the three most unprovoked identities of Chinese traversers, Japanese high school students, and American tramps! The complacent Fisher took a closer look at Uncle Burns' scar, and he carefully recalled the memories of the long past, combined with the newspaper report that the US military base had been attacked and that no one had survived, and suddenly thought of a world.

It seems that in the world of the Autobots' retreat, there is a John Cena who fought side by side with Bumblebee, could it be this?

"Ahem, Burns, have you heard, the US military base in Qatar was attacked by someone! No informants or survivors have been found! ”

"Well, it's on the news, but I think you should worry about yourself now, it's been half a year since you've been back, and you can't go out to fool around at every turn, not to mention work, and you haven't found a woman to get married seriously!" Burns counted as he drove.

"Women only affect how quickly I can draw my gun!" Fisher said that he has become an American vagabond, and if he thinks about any woman, there will naturally be the kind of upside down when the time comes, and he can't get rid of it!

"You're still pulling out a gun? Let's hope alcohol doesn't numb the nerves! ”

"And who told me to bring him a bottle of Scotch?"

"You guy!" Burns was just about to use the authority of the old man to get Fisher to admit that he drank the wine and smoked the cigarettes, even the few playboys under the table, uh, it was his own, when 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 passenger seat and spread the newspaper on his face and pretended to be dead, and had the intention to put him down and let him go back by himself, but he was worried that the other party would really forget the location of his home, so he could only take Fisher to his place of work first and let him wait in the car!

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

"Hmm!"

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

"I know!"

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

"There's a 4 in the black box in the trunk, a 45 under your seat, and a 44 Magnum revolver and a tactical knife in the co-pilot, either law enforcement or terrorists, but I don't think terrorists have the courage to drive around the streets, and law enforcement agencies, B those people will be wearing shiny suits and clean shoes, not gray jackets like you! Sunglasses are decades old! ”

"You know what, that's called feelings!"

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

"Perhaps this is the prerogative of law enforcement!" Fisher said strange things in a weird way, and stretched out his hand to make a middle finger.

"No, it's my prerogative!" Burns rolled up the window and slammed the gas pedal.

"Speaking of which, Fisher, what do you think of aliens?" Burns glanced at the newspaper headlines about the attack on the U.S. military base, and a large number of fragments of memory were dug out of his mind.

"Aliens?" Fisher felt his judgment hammered.

"Ruthless, murderous, came to Earth to plunder resources and make earthlings slaves!" Fisher summed up the behavior of the Decepticons on Earth, Transformers 2 wanted to blow up the sun, and Transformers 3 grabbed the earthlings to repair Cybertron, well, that's right.

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

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

Burns: Fisher's script is so familiar to him!

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