Fisher turned onto the road on the left, temporarily out of the sniper's suppression, but the two black cars behind him were so tight that he couldn't get out of sight. "!" Fisher cursed in a low voice. He sat up, looked at the road with the naked eye, and looked at the vehicles behind him with a second vision, holding the steering wheel in his left hand and extending his gun back with his right hand, ready to shoot.

Before he could raise his pistol, he saw two motorcycles riding in front of him, coming head-on, and it didn't matter if he lost the assistance of the eyepiece, Fisher could see the PPM-90 submachine gun in the opponent's hand.

He hurriedly lowered his body, the pulse ammunition of the submachine gun tore through the windshield of the car, and small granular glass fell everywhere in the front row. Can't wait, if the tire or engine is hit, the vehicle's power is damaged or even loses power, then the previous subway trick may not be able to be played again.

He switched the pistol to his left hand, held the steering wheel with his right hand, and the whole person was still lying on the passenger seat, leaning out from the top of the dashboard and firing at the motorcycle rider, but was blocked by an acceleration wheel of the motorcycle rider. "Your uncle." Fisher took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and at the same time drove the car and fired from a second perspective, which was still more difficult for him, and the general situation was that the naked eye and the second vision were in charge of one action.

The second shot hit the rear wheel of the motorcyclist on the right, and his car flipped out and crashed into the shop on the side of the road, and the pedestrians on the side of the road began to scream again.

A feeling flashed through Fisher's mind: what a fool. He wrapped his seat belt around his body and looked at the motorcyclist who was about to pass him. The rider had replaced himself with a new magazine, ready to give Fisher's cart a shuttle-sized one in the event of a misfit. Fisher slammed the door, fell backwards and hung out of the car, his left hand propped up on the door, his left foot hooked on the steering wheel, and his right foot stuck under the passenger seat. He felt the shock-absorbing drive of the mechanical arm, and pressed a handprint on the door with his palm, and the motorcycle rider slammed into the door and flew out, while the motorcycle rolled sideways on the ground and crashed into the car parked on the side of the road. The trolley emits a series of anti-theft alarms. The second vision is to see the road, and the naked eye to see the car. He fired a series of shots, two on the hood of a van, and the other finally got his wish, blowing out the front wheels of the other party one by one.

The high-speed car didn't have time to slow down, and the sudden rupture of the left front wheel caused the car to roll out as if it were slamming the steering wheel. Fisher got up and closed the door, and a second black van alongside him on the sidewalk had opened fire. He hurriedly propped up the photon shield in his left hand, the yellow photon shield cut off the space between the driver's seat and the passenger seat, and the bullet did not hit Fisher, but the stray bullet that rebounded shot the entire right half of the car through thousands of holes.

"!" Photon Shield protects Fisher from bullets and plastic surgery, but also prevents him from returning fire with a gun. The energy of the photon shield is rapidly decreasing, and after two shuttles, he will be exposed to the opponent's direct fire, and he will not be able to free up his hand to change the battery.

Fisher made a quick decision, braked sharply without warning, and the speed of the car dropped sharply, and the other party, who had not reacted at all, had already rushed in front of Fisher. Fisher sneered, pushed the pistol fast and slow machine to full automatic, and pulled the trigger on the car that cut to the road and tried to force him to stop, and ran out of bullets in the magazine. A shuttle bullet was all glued to the opponent's car body and tires.

The car slammed into the car on the side of the road and stopped, and Fisher was gone before the surviving occupants of the car could get out of the car.

Fisher drove the tattered car to the underground parking lot, took out the remaining potion in the mechanical arm, unscrewed the left arm and threw it on the car. The things on the body are calculated, only Renault's notebook and his own robotic arm are foreign, Renault's notebook has been confirmed, and this new robotic arm made by Titan Technology is left. He suddenly realized it when he saw Titan Technology passing by.

But in this way, what role does Titan Technology play in this? Information about Titan Tech surfaced in front of Fisher's eyes, but he found that he knew very little about it. It is only known that it is a multinational technology giant with countless subsidiaries covering a wide range of aspects, from civilian appliances to military new energy.

Time is running out, and it's too late to think about it. Fisher pushed the door open, lost a mechanical arm, his combat power was at least more than halved, without the photon shield, he needed to be more careful in battle, relying on cover switching, it was impossible to be as rigid as before. You can't fight in the driver, as you did before.

He walked to the side of the road and got into the back seat of a taxi, but asked the driver to wait on the side of the road. Soon, he selected an old couple with a somewhat hurried look, and the driver drove over. Fisher said that you seem to be in a hurry, do you want to carpool?

The old couple hurriedly nodded in agreement.

The first thing Fisher has to do now is get out of the neighborhood's police blockade.

The old couple was going to the hospital, just down Fisher's road, two blocks away. Fisher waved his hand and asked the driver to take the couple to the hospital first, and the driver was naturally happy to carpool for two fares and drive down the street.

At the intersection, the policeman stopped the taxi, glanced at it, and said into the intercom: "There are three people in the car." A response came over the intercom, and the police waved the taxi away. At this time, Fisher's true face had not yet been photographed, and the police who set up the card could only intercept the car and two passengers in the car for investigation. Fisher saw drivers pulling over on the side of the road for investigation waving their arms and shouting at the officers who were inspecting. But none of this has anything to do with him.

Soon the hospital arrived two blocks away, and there were no more chasers along the way. This confirms Fisher's conjecture that there is a locator hidden in the robotic arm. So, what was the role of the Special Administration Bureau, which approved itself with an expensive new robotic arm at that time? Fisher didn't want to think about it, because once he followed this line of thought, what about the four-person team, including Angela, who shared emotions?

Fisher shook his head, threw the doubt out of his head, and told the driver to drive on another road.

Counting the change, Fisher swept around with his second vision as he got out of the car, with no obvious followers. However, his combat effectiveness has plummeted now, so he must be vigilant and be careful. He walked into the department store, turned left and right, went upstairs from the other side, walked through the skywalk between the buildings, waited in the bathroom on the other side, and changed his appearance again in the cubicle. Go downstairs and take the other exit. There doesn't seem to be tracking.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the repeated use of the second vision along the way made his intracranial temperature rise and his scalp itched a little. Now it's time to go to the safe house.

Peng Sheng is the person in charge of a safe house under the name of the Federal Embassy in Driel, and although there is usually nothing to do, all he has to do is to keep the safe house hidden and keep the safe house equipment running well. Other than that, all he can do is play games in the safe house, watch movies, and live an otaku life.

But when he turned on the TV today and saw the "coffee drinking" on the news that had been reduced to ruins, he knew that the dull and boring days of the past seemed to have come to an end.

The doorbell rang, three short rings. Peng Sheng glanced at the door, turned off the TV vigilantly, took out his pistol from behind the sofa, gently pulled the sleeve, walked to the door with light steps, and pressed the monitor at the door.

In the surveillance was a man in a gray sweatshirt who had lost his left hand, and his appearance was not very familiar, but he saw the man's only remaining right arm raised, the palm facing the surveillance, the ring finger and little finger buckled inward, the index finger and middle finger separated, and the thumb attached to the base of the index finger.

A strange color flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his gun and opened the door. The one-armed man walked into the room, Peng Sheng glanced at him, the man nodded, Peng Sheng turned around and closed the door. But the moment the door closed, he heard the sound of the safety opening, and a pistol was held to the back of his head.

The one-armed man was naturally Fisher, he put the pistol on the back of the opponent's head, gave the opponent enough reminders, and pushed it back, his pace was steady, and he left a few steps to make sure that the opponent was not likely to suddenly turn around and grab the gun, and pointed the pistol at the opponent's chest.

"Fisher?" Peng Sheng saw some traces of his old friends from that disguised face.

Fisher snorted, "7700, I can't trust anyone right now. "7700, this is the message that Fisher received from Angela on the subway before, which means that the agent has been abandoned.

"How so? I heard you're back in the Commonwealth? So what's the situation now? When he heard the code name "7700", Peng Sheng contracted his pupils for a moment, and he slowly moved towards the door.

"Don't move, stand back, with your back to the door, your hands raised and your elbows on the door." Fisher pointed his gun at the door and pointed it at Peng Sheng again, "You know and I know your arrangement. He didn't go over to check anything, and he only had one hand anyway, and he couldn't use it.

"Calm down, we can discuss." Peng Sheng stared at the muzzle of Fisher's black hole, cold sweat broke out on his head, he was no better than a strong soldier like Fisher, he was just an ordinary clerk who had received basic training and couldn't speak well.

"Then you'll have to convince me to believe you." Fisher whispered.