This time back to Bermuda, it was still from Wolf in a small submarine. I have to say that this time, because a branch of Titan was raided, this did not attract the retaliatory pursuit of the Titan Company, and at the same time, relying on the deliberate misdirection of the senior management of a certain Titan Company in the "dark chess", several people went all the way. Even so, a few people turned around a few times, and it slowly took a week to drive to Dunhall.

When he came to Wolfe's tavern "Water's Edge" again, and when he met Wolfe, Fisher could be described as blushing with hatred, and the two crackled without saying a word.

Originally, Wolf was still laughing at Fisher's incompetence while jumping, but soon he was beaten by Fisher's new robotic arm and beat his head. Enraged, Wolf was about to raise his foot to give Fisher a light wave, but Fisher, who was quick to shoot, was pushed to the ground with a mechanical arm. Unresponsive, Wolf fired an energy cannon at the floor of his tavern, and fired it directly from his office into his underground dock.

I have to say that Wolf is angry now, but he is also a "big businessman" with status and status and collusion with the imperial officials.

Although it is a commodity that is about to be eliminated, it has to bang when it sits up, and it is like a walk-behind tractor.

When the top compartment of the submarine was about to be covered, Fisher stood in the submarine, crossed his waist with one hand, and pointed at Wolf with the other, "So you are the snake spirit who put cannons on the soles of your feet as you said earlier!" ”

It is conceivable that if it weren't for the two female bodyguards around him, Wolf would have raised his foot at that time and gave this stinky boy who didn't know what to do.

When passing through the seabed, there is still no danger, although the Titan Company has hands and eyes, but after all, Bermuda is at stake, and it is all managed by the military, and they do not have much ability to intervene.

Not to mention that Harrison had hinted that both the Federation and the Empire had their people inside. I believe that the Titan Company also has hands and eyes, but since both sides have it, and neither side can go too far, then it is still possible to fight every day. No matter what resolution the other side proposes, the other party is only responsible for arguing. As long as you drag it out and don't carry it out, you can be strong on your side.

Just like the argument in "On War": if a quick decisive battle is beneficial to the enemy, then naturally a late decisive battle will be beneficial to one's own side.

Do you want to immediately mobilize troops to join the siege and intercept Fisher's gang?

Okay, then I'll say that the army doesn't need money? Take taxpayers' money to work as a thug for a private company, do you have the dignity of being an imperial soldier!

All in all, as long as there is a ruffle in the meeting, and everyone naturally sprinkles, fights, and locks up together, then the agenda is naturally skipped.

The time needed by Fisher and the others was naturally squeezed out.

Isn't time like that? Even if you don't come to squeeze, others can squeeze for you.

But a lot of the time, I'd rather squeeze it myself, oh hehehe.

Angela rested her head on Fisher's shoulder, and this time the two of them consciously chose the back seat, so as not to show off the dog's eyes of the two teammates. Ever since Fisher had put that golden ring on Angela, she was getting more and more lazy now.

Fisher suddenly thought of something, "You...... Aren't you supposed to be ......?"

Angela, who had been leaning on Fisher, knew what he wanted to say when Fisher opened his mouth, she changed her position to make herself more comfortable, and said lazily: "Think beautiful." ”

Fisher looked relieved, "That's good, that's good." ”

Sure enough, Angela raised her eyebrows, turned around and pinched Fisher's waist, and said with a smile while pinching: "Oh, it seems that you don't want to be responsible?" Oh hehehehe......"

Fisher's face darkened, he reached out to hold her hand holding his own, and said in a serious tone, "(I just don't think it's possible to get a shot like this)." ”

However, this sentence was not spoken, Angela had already "heard", she returned her hand and gently gave Fisher an elbow, and Fisher suddenly took a breath that was smashed out, and the words could not be spoken.

"Little Shabi......" Bell turned to speak, when Fisher raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head.

"What are you shouting about? Call Daddy. Fisher glared at him.

Bell rolled his eyes and smiled cheaply: "What's it called?" ”

Fisher gave him a blank look, "Shabi." ”

Bell was stunned for a moment, and immediately became happy, although it was different from what he expected, but it also had the same effect, "Okay, okay, I'll call you Shabi." ”

Fisher glared, and a high-frequency concussion cutting dagger popped out of his palm, looking ashamed, ready to fight to the death with Bell. Angela couldn't stop laughing next to her.

Chris took off his headphones, "You two don't make a fuss, this broken tractor, toss it again, can we go out swimming together?" ”

The "broken tractor" shook very cooperatively, and the water pressure on the bulkhead made the small submarine make an overwhelming "squeak" sound.

Fisher and Bell looked like they had seen a ghost, looked around cautiously, and then looked back at Chris's mouth together, for fear that it would emit a glowing halo.

Chris rolled his eyes, plugged his headphones back in, lay back in his seat, and continued to sleep.

Bell rolled his eyes, turned his head away, and continued to look around as he had been curious about the baby, except that he no longer dared to reach out and point at the transparent top cabin.

Fisher lay back in his seat and put his arms around Angela, who was snickering, "Laugh, you know how to laugh." ”

Angela looked up, smiling, and reached out to pat him on the chest.

Fisher only felt his blood surging, and he sighed helplessly: "My dear, I'm just an ordinary person after all, I feel a lot of pressure when you shoot like this!" ”

Angela flipped her hand, pulled out a medical gun, and stabbed him in the neck.

Fisher's eyes widened and he looked at her with a look of "killed the dog".

Angela fell back into Fisher's arms and passed him two words through physical contact: "Wang." ”

Fisher took a "hiss" breath, and his right hand ran dishonestly down her head, brushing her back, and resting on her round hips, "Leprechaun." "I feel that the qi and blood that were originally churning in my chest are flowing to another place, and I don't know if it is the effect of Angela's injection just now, or the psychological effect, or the purely physiological effect.

"Hmph."

When the small submarine surfaced, opened the cabin roof, and had not yet completely docked, several people could not wait to jump onto the shore, waved their hands to send away this "old tractor" that did not know when it would suddenly retire, and watched it dive underwater again. On the other side, the dilapidated tent was whistling like a flag, and several soldiers in charge of guarding the small dock were released from the big mouth.

Fisher walked over and handed the black-background "official card" printed with poppies to the other party, who glanced at it, swept it with his portable instrument, saluted, and handed it back to Fisher with both hands.

Fisher took it and saluted back, these soldiers were just as worthy of admiration as the soldiers stationed on the federal frontier, and he turned around and nodded with his chin at the three behind him, "They're with me." ”

The soldier nodded and walked back to the tent.

Fisher nodded at the three men, and several of them followed the soldiers into the tent, ready to board the bullet train to Iron, Ahh