Scavengers are far more reliable than the legendary cops, whether it's the Federal Empire or Bermuda. And their minds are also beyond imagination, and they don't feel the slightest disgust because they see those scenes of real flesh and blood in the workshop.

Maybe I've seen a lot of it. Fisher thought maliciously, and at the same time took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Harrison B, saying that the task was completed, there was a harvest, and he came back to talk about it.

As for the wreckage of Qian Quan's other robot, it was thrown into the meat grinder by several people, in addition to Qian Quan's torn appearance, the meat grinder was also scrapped after a burst of ecstatic groans.

The classic car of several people before was blasted because of the breakdown, and yes, the blast was scrapped. So several people got into a car brought by the scavenger, and Fisher sat in the co-pilot at the repeated insistence of the two people except Bell, and naturally Angela sat in the co-pilot.

Bell looked like a child angrily, pouted, sat in the back row, and looked out the window.

Angela drops a signal jammer, which is an upgraded version of Moore's work in the lab. The upgrade is that it looks like there's an extra box that doesn't show threads.

Nope.

According to Lord Moore, Lao Tzu's work never needs to be improved in performance. Although after saying this, he continued to bury his head on the workbench to improve the new mechanical Ding Ding. This is also one of the jobs of prosthetics, and the mechanical tintin is also considered a prosthetic, and the mechanical tintin also has a market, yes, so the prosthetic department occasionally accepts projects that are not just to destroy humans (such as the "Black Dragon King" prosthetics and his brothers and sisters), but to benefit humanity.

Ahem, it's far away.

"Now Bell and Chris go to the intelligence room and pretend, if you can really crack this, you remember to stop it." Fisher backhanded over the memory card that he had destroyed before, and Bell turned his head to glare at Fisher, glanced at the memory card that Chris had taken with a look at his disabled lover, and twitched his nose.

"Why are you two out again? Me and Chris can do it too! Bell probably didn't want to see his beloved thing being ravaged and then facing the fate of cracking.

Fisher snorted, "Can I go out with your sister-in-law to open a room?" Why don't you two go out and open a room? Angela punched him.

Chris covered his face, and Bell was speechless.

"Let's go." Angela put away the small device, and it only took about half a minute for several people to complete the exchange, even if a fake scavenger outside the car saw it, he would not have any idea. After all, the only action Fisher made from beginning to end was to reach out to Chris, which was no different from the information he took out the memory card and handed it to Chris.

If a fake scavenger had passed this information on to Harrison B, Fisher would have to thank him.

There is nothing more fooling one's own people than the false news sent back by one's own intelligence officers.

Fisher lit the fire and gently drove the car out. Since it's not a battle royale or a pursuit, there's no need to drive too wild.

On the way back, the wind was calm, and several people did not communicate in the car, and the few words were also exchanged in the channel without moving.

The atmosphere was quite depressing, because several people knew very well that once Harrison B contacted another station, several people would make a surprise attack. It's okay to say that the real Harrison was rescued, and the real Harrison naturally has a way to prove his identity. Not afraid of 10,000, just in case, in case Harrison is already dead, or Harrison B executes the deity as soon as he receives the news, then Fisher and the others are really the big ones in the world and have nowhere to stay.

In the Federation, Fisher and Angela are wanted. In the Empire, Fisher remained a wanted criminal. Only Bell and Chris were relatively clean. But there is a titan erected in the middle, and in the end, the world is so big that there is nowhere to stay.

It was quite a gamble.

But several of them did not hesitate. Including Angela, she doesn't have any friendship with Renault, so naturally she can't talk about a sense of responsibility. But Fisher has it, and Fisher has it as Angela has it. This is Angela's reserve as a woman.

There was a faint tragic atmosphere in the car, and Angela rarely didn't pinch Fisher's cigarette, but only gently opened a crack in the window.

"Hehe, maybe you can go to the lunar colony by then. Little Shabi, aren't your parents on the moon? Bell rolled his eyes and tried to open the conversation.

"Huh! You didn't tell me?! Angela jerked to Fisher, "Does your dad know you smoke?" ”

Fisher was really choked by a puff of old smoke, and the cigarette in his hand scared his legs. Fisher coughed as he looked down at the cigarette butt that had fallen from his lap.

"Che Che Che Che!" Chris shouted in a rare gaffe as he looked at the oncoming truck.

"Huh?!" Fisher jerked his head up and slammed the steering wheel into Angela and Chris's heads against the window, and Bell threw himself headlong into Chris's arms.

"It's so dangerous, I almost capsized in the gutter......" Bell was pushed away by Chris in disgust, and he wiped the cold sweat from his head. Countless vicious battles were originally survived, but now they were almost killed by road killers. Isn't it very aggrieved. If the past exploits can be put on the table, at least they are at the level of a Federation hero!

"Does your dad know you smoke?" Angela looked at Fisher as she pretended to be calm and drove with a side face.

"My dad and I used to light a cigarette together occasionally while chatting at home, and he sat in the computer chair in the small study and I sat on the small sofa on the side. He and I put the ashtray between the two of us. My mom couldn't help but nagging every time, but she never really came over to pinch her cigarette. As Fisher spoke, the corners of his mouth curled.

Angela twisted him, "Auntie seems to be a very knowledgeable person, isn't it gentle?" ”

Fisher held the steering wheel with one hand and rubbed his sideburns with the other, "yes, when I grew up, she was still very gentle." ”

"And what about before you grow up?" Bell is a pretty good listener, and he always helps people build ladders.

"Ha, at that time, when my dad was educating me, she was on the sidelines, and occasionally came up to co-ed and mixed doubles." Fisher couldn't help but laugh. If Bell hadn't mentioned these memories today, he wouldn't have remembered them for a long time. Since going to the Imperial Embassy, he often did not return home. As soon as the old couple is combined, it seems that their son has grown up and can support himself, which can be regarded as letting go of the burden. Although his mother would often worry about his safety, the old couple finally succumbed to their indelible adventurous spirit, went to the surface of the moon in a circle, and joined the operation of opening the colony.

"Mixed doubles?" Even though it's Chris, curiosity is piqued.

Fisher glanced at the two of them in the rearview mirror, "Men's singles, women's singles, mixed doubles...... Beat ......" As soon as the words fell, the four of them laughed together.

"The last time I saw them, it was before the two rotations. The last time I went home from my rotation, I saw a letter: We went to the moon, over. I was speechless......"

Bell suddenly realized: "I said why did you come thousands of miles to play with us at that time, and you didn't even rest in rotation, hahahahaha!" ”

Fisher shrugged helplessly, turned his head and smiled at Angela, who was a little twisted: "Don't worry, they will definitely like you very much......"

"Really?" Angela clasped her hands together and pressed them to her chest, looking at Fisher with starry eyes.

"Yes, big butt, good to give birth to ......"

There is no doubt that the trolley running on the country road has forced itself over the double solid line.

The laughter seemed to blow away the uneasiness and apprehension between several people. No matter what tomorrow brings, it's always life. There is no choice, there is no way to avoid it.

If it's a raging storm, it's going to be violent, and it's not worth waiting so long!