Fisher got out of the car from Vika, and he did not deliberately hide his robotic arm, but changed his clothes to the scratched industrial robotic arm, disguising himself as an ordinary worker who could not afford to buy a good robotic arm. It is not uncommon for construction workers who are injured on the construction site like this, and the boss does not compensate them, and they cannot afford to buy a good robotic arm themselves.

He didn't have any acquaintances, just a transit and a stop to clean his tail. Fisher saw two suspicious targets in the car, and the two men were dressed as tourists, carrying hiking bags, and whispering about skiing, climbing, camping, etc. diagonally behind Fisher, which was not obtrusive, but very interesting. It attracted the admiration of many young girls around.

However, in the second view, Fisher saw the inconspicuous bulge around their waists and the blades on the soles of their shoes.

Hum. Fisher thought hatefully, Lao Tzu's mechanical arm had to explain for a long time when he brought the train, but these two were good, and they came up with a pistol without a sound. I don't know what the identities of these two are. Not to mention his pistol, he stayed with Peng Sheng when he left the safe house.

But don't go!

Fisher quickly walked off the platform, through the underpass, and into the bathroom, which was empty. He pressed his foot against the bathroom door slightly, and looked through the gap to see two men with hiking bags on their backs walking towards the toilet while greeting the girls walking by.

To be honest, Fisher didn't know why they had found themselves, which was very strange. Peng Sheng is the only one who knows his situation, but Peng Sheng has no possibility of betraying him. Otherwise, where is the turn to get out of Drier on its own?

After he was sure that the two of them would walk into the bathroom, he turned around and retracted into a cubicle, hung his backpack on the hook on the wall, lowered the lid of the toilet, and squatted on the toilet and waited.

The two men quickly walked into the bathroom. Fisher could see from the gap between the top and bottom of the cubicle with a second vision, and saw one of the men take a mop from the sink and stick it in the door. The other man was holding a gun in his right hand and a silencer in his left hand, and was installing a silencer on the gun.

Fisher pursed his lips, silentd his phone, and squatted on the toilet, waiting for his moment.

Timing is always for those who are prepared, such as Fisher, who squatted on the toilet. When the man with the gun walked outside his cubicle, he jerked to his feet, and although he didn't pose a golden rooster on the toilet, he had already kicked it against the door of the cubicle. With such great force, the small door of the cubicle was kicked out and slammed into the man with the gun, and the man slammed into the wall opposite the cubicle with unabated speed.

With a kick out, Fisher jumped out of the toilet by inertia, with the help of a second vision, he lowered his head as he stepped out of the compartment and let a bullet shoot out of the silencer with a "poof", and at the same time stretched out his left hand, which looked like a congenital disability, grabbed the opponent's gun-holding hands, and squeezed it violently.

The pistol grip and the opponent's hands were deformed by Fisher's pinching, and the man screamed before he could speak, Fisher mobilized a large joint of the mechanical arm, directly holding the opponent's hands and the pistol that had been deformed and could not be used, and pulled the opponent into the cubicle next to him. Coincidentally, the other party's head hit the toilet and fainted directly. Fisher walked over and disarmed him, crushing him with his hands.

Fisher walked over and opened the wooden door that had been knocked away by the door and was now falling under the door, and the man fainted to the ground. Fisher disarmed him, the pistol was still in good condition, he removed his holster from the man, hung it on himself, and inserted the other man's pistol back.

Fisher held up his half-scraped left hand and looked at it, then looked back at the other man he had smashed into the cubicle. Instantly, I felt that this ugly mechanical arm was still of some use.

Fisher found a few plastic strips from their backpacks and tied them up. Fisher leaned the two against the wall and woke one of them up.

After the other party's innocent eyes widened and saw Fisher and the gun of his pistol clearly, the first sentence surprised Fisher.

"Big brother, your own people!"

Fisher and he stared wide-eyed, then Fisher grinned and put the gun to his head, "You say it again?" Who is your big brother? He deliberately turned his ear towards the other person.

The other party didn't seem to have any particular fear, but explained in an orderly manner, "We have been hired by Mr. 'Blackwater Pool' to pick you up and take you to Bermuda as soon as possible. ”

"Hah!" I don't know if this is the weirdest thing that Fisher can encounter. As a federal agent, he became a wanted criminal in the empire, and was removed from the federation, and now the first intelligence dealer under the stars wants to invite himself to be a guest at the first criminal gathering place on the ground. "I don't believe it."

The man was not surprised by Fisher's questioning, and he continued: "Mr. Blackwater Pool has already envisioned your reaction, and he asked us to bring you a message and think about that diary. ”

This sentence sounds a little clueless at first, but it is like a thunderclap. That's right, that diary, there is no sign of tearing, so at least you can know that there is no missing information. Eventually, Fisher realized what he had been missing: Renault's last message was written a month before the explosion, so it is roughly certain that he was replaced at that time. The question is, did Renault put the notebook there? If it was the diary that Renault went to put away, it is conceivable that he should have been extremely flustered at that time, then Feng Min would definitely mention it. However, Feng Min didn't, so it's unlikely that Renault put it down.

He remembered the countless times Renault appeared in his dream, no, it should be called the inexplicable smile of Renault B when he was engulfed in the blue light of the fire. He had always thought that it was Renault's helpless smile when he saw several of his people fighting, but now that he thinks about it, he feels more and more suspicious, is it the smile that the treacherous plan succeeded.

Recall that he was subjected to months of torture after the explosion, which is not the treatment that a Federation hero deserves. Fisher did not feel that his exploits in the Empire would not be considered a Union hero. So was the torture at that time to test how much he knew about Renault?

However, at that time, Fisher had no idea about Clone Renault, so he survived the torture with a bewildered face.

A cold sweat broke out on his back.

So is it possible to make a friend deal between the Federation and the Empire and the Titans?

So is Renault still alive? Did he ask Harrison to deliver the message to himself?

Countless thoughts swirled through his mind, but in reality, he was only slightly stunned. He became more and more agitated, and as a result, the hand holding the gun was so strong that one accidentally poked the gun into the other person's mouth. "Isn't it Renault? Did Renault make Harrison ...... I'm sorry......" He looked down and saw the sleeve in the other person's mouth, and pulled out the gun in embarrassment.

The other party didn't care about his bleeding gums, and shrugged, "This question is only for you to ask Lord 'Black Water Pool'." ”

Fisher pondered for a moment, and showed an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry, I have something I want to ask your companion." Without waiting for the other party to agree, he slammed him unconscious with a pistol. Then he adjusted his expression and woke up the man on the right with a cold and evil face.

The man woke up slowly, and the first thing he said was: "We are sent by Lord 'Blackwater Pool' to pick you up to Bermuda." You also know that with your current status, it is not easy to find a ferryman from the Empire. ”

Fisher looked at him coldly, "You might be able to explain the silencer first." ”

The man smiled, "You can take a look at the magazine, it's not live ammunition, it's a tranquilizer bullet." We know you're very strong, and we just hope you don't get killed first. Fisher raised his eyebrows when he heard this, took two steps back and kept his distance from the other party, put his right thumb on his right, withdrew the magazine and held it in his left hand to look at it.

The ammunition in the magazine was not a metallic bullet, but a needle-shaped cartridge, and he fired a shot into the leg of the man on the left, knocking out the ammunition in the barrel that had been loaded due to loading, and he saw that the man on the right had an indifferent expression, while the man on the left had no blood on his leg, only a small syringe stuck on it.

Fisher re-tucked the magazine back, pressed the empty compartment hang-up release button, and placed the pistol on the ground.

There was a knock on the door of a passenger who couldn't solve the problem because the bathroom was locked, and he showed an apologetic expression, "Then please clean up first, you should know how to contact me." With that, he picked up his backpack and threw it out of the bathroom window.

The sober man on the ground nodded, "See you later." ”

Fisher rolled out the window and picked up his backpack, where several passing passengers gave him a surprised look and stopped paying attention. He took out his phone and sent Angela a message, "2200".

What he never expected was that Angela actually made a phone call, and his face showed a mixed stunned and somewhat helpless expression, pressed connect, and held the phone to his ear.

"Hey baby."