Today is the morning of the second day of the holiday, and there are still 7 days of pre-occupation and 5 days of standby. In terms of time, it should be sufficient. But the problem is that Bermuda is not easy to go! Bermuda only accepts wanted criminals from both countries, or murderers with human lives on their backs, and if they are found out, it will really be called a shouting and beating all the way. Bermuda, on the other hand, has only waterways, which are jointly controlled by the militaries of the two countries. Besides, the Special Administration Bureau is only in charge of domestic affairs, and the Special Administration for Foreign Affairs has no authority. Naturally, he couldn't rely on his identity as a special management bureau to borrow a small boat and drive it to the island with a wave of his hand. And the investigation power of the incident back then was in the unit to which Fisher once belonged, and he could not intervene in the investigation as a party, not to mention, he was still a party who had a conversation with the military.

Come to think of it, there is only one option for smuggling.

However, he still made a phone call to the old man, Director Feng, to explain the situation. The old man listened to his words, pondered for a while, and slowly spoke: "The Secret Administration will not restrict the vacation of agents. But it's always good to be safe. ”

Fisher, who didn't have time to thank the old man for his connivance, began to pack his things and prepare to leave. And the three people who wanted to follow were held down by him, even if it was Angela, Fisher couldn't take her this time.

His reasoning was simple: "You've never crossed the border on a mission, and the wandering wanted don't stay in the Commonwealth." What's more, this matter really has nothing to do with you, I can't take you there, and if something happens, I can't explain it to Feng Lao. Then they talked a lot, and Layla and Shingen reluctantly agreed, and the two told Fisher to come back safely, and then the two turned and left, leaving time for Angela and Fisher.

Angela bit her lip and hugged Fisher, "Do you have to go?" Fisher pressed his forehead against hers and did not speak. And the firm and affirmative reply brought by the emotional transmission made her a little irritable.

"Then you, you must pay attention to safety. If you don't have a doctor, don't get hurt easily! I will always be with you. As he said this, Fisher knew that Angela was referring to little Angela in the near-eye glass. Once the eyepiece distance is long, it is impossible to communicate, but the original program and functions can still be used.

"I promise, when I get back." Fisher bowed his head and kissed Angela gently, "Have faith in me." ”

Angela laughed, she kissed back hard, and then held back her tears and said with a smile: "Sister, I have always believed in you." ”

The two hugged each other tightly, and finally Fisher picked up his backpack and walked to the door. Angela pulled him back, kissed her deeply, pushed her away, and looked to the side with her arms crossed, "Come back early." ”

Fisher nodded softly and walked out of the room with a firm step. Layla and Shingen waited for Fisher with their backs against the outer wall of the room, and the three of them hugged each other, said cherished, and separated. Layla stopped Shingen from entering the house, carefully opened the door herself, and crept in. Angela, standing in the middle of the living room, was already crying. Layla gently wrapped her waist from behind, rested her head on her shoulder, and sighed.

"Welcome to Delier International Airport and hope you have a great day." Fisher took his luggage and stood in front of the gate of Drier Airport, feeling all kinds of things in his heart. Due to the civil aviation this time, he had to take off his robotic arm for consignment. After taking his luggage, he went to the bathroom and loaded his robotic arm.

It was here almost two years ago that his life changed. He also couldn't let go, and embarked on a path that was not so easy to follow. In his ears was the familiar lingua franca of the Empire, in which he had used to bargain with people, play ball with people, listen to various driving radios, hum pop songs, and use this language to direct fights and kills, listen to communications, and interrogate prisoners. Thinking about it, just like in the previous life, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is like a dream.

Stepping out of the airport gate, being squeezed by people swarming out from left and right, a faint anger rose in Fisher's heart. The shirt man who was tortured before didn't know much more information, and Fisher sorted it out, and only two points were the most critical. One point by the famous intelligence broker "Blackwater Pool" Harrison? Jones asked the man in the shirt to start in the Delier area, and the other was the city-state of Bermuda where the man in the shirt came from. In contrast, it is easier to start with the Empire, after all, there are many tourists who exchange trade between the Federation and the Empire, not to mention that Fisher can pretend to be half a local.

It cannot be ruled out that this is being led by the nose by the other party, and Fisher has no better choice for a while. He got into a cab, the driver was wearing a cowboy hat, looked back and smiled and said to him, "Welcome to Driel!" "It's the federal lingua franca. The lingua franca of the Empire and the lingua franca of the Commonwealth are very similar, and with the exception of a few languages that have different articulations, they are almost similar. If you let a third party listen to it, you won't feel the difference. And if you are a member of the Federation or the Empire, you will hear the difference.

Fisher smiled and said in the Driel dialect, "Thank you, 119 Malov Street." ”

As soon as he heard the familiar local sound, the driver was even happier, and he started the car while chatting with Fisher, "That's the most famous café in Dowton, and many guys from the federal embassy go there to eat and drink coffee." Now that the weather is hot, there are many mosquitoes, you see that I was bitten on the lips yesterday, and it immediately swollen, and I don't know why mosquitoes are so poisonous now......" said and turned back to Nunu's mouth, letting Fisher look at the bag on his mouth.

Fisher smiled and asked him to turn his head to look at the road, chatting with him as he didn't have a match. But the driver doesn't care, as soon as the conversation box is opened, he can't stop.

"I've been with Driel for a while, but I've left before, and there's been a big change in Drier lately. Hey, I remember it used to be a building, but now it's a park? Fisher looked out the window at the park and said to the driver.

"Hey, that was almost two years ago! Looks like you've been gone for a long time! But nothing has changed much during this period, you look at the streets, the same congestion. The driver honked the horn as he spoke, rolled down the window, poked his head out and scolded him for something similar to whether he could drive, and greeted the other party by the way.

"Yes, I remember I ate at that restaurant, and the crayfish there tasted very domineering, quite good, but unfortunately ......" Fisher paused, the driver turned his head, and the two looked at each other and smiled, and said together: "It's just that there is too little meat." ”

"It's a miracle that this black shop can still be opened until now." The driver laughed. Fisher nodded.

"Has anything changed? Everything looks so familiar. By the way, when does this year's Drift Fire Festival start? Fisher looked out the window at the street scene that flashed by, and gradually reconnected with his memory.

"Three months to go! It's early! There are so many good things to eat at the Flowing Fire Festival every year, and the vendors at the Rum family always have the best ales. As he spoke, the driver wiped his mouth.

"I think their ice wine is better. It's a pity that I left the year before last and didn't drink it, which is a pity. Fisher sighed solemnly.

"Hah! It's true that their ice wine is also very good, but it is still an ale for a middle-aged person like me, haha. The driver smiled heroically, then lowered his voice again, and said in a whisper, "Something terrible happened to the school fee of the previous year's Drift Fire Festival. ”

Fisher's eyes flashed, and he quickly lowered his voice and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

The driver pretended to look left and right, and the person was attached to the back of the seat, and while reducing the speed of the car to change lanes, he whispered: "It was the first day of the Drift Fire Festival, and I remember it very clearly." Right on the street where the procession was marching, what was it called, oh yes, just on First Avenue and Lady Beryl Avenue, there was an explosion. At the time, I thought it was fireworks, but the small hotels at the intersection were blown up. Tsk, that's a big deal, the parade was interrupted at that time. The policemen who maintained order on the side were blown away. ”

Fisher frowned, "Was it a pipeline explosion?" ”

The driver shook his head affirmatively, "I don't see it, I was also in the parade at the time, and I remember it very clearly." It's blue and fire. ”

"Blue firelight? It was like a pipe explosion. Fisher pretended to be confused, as a client he knew the situation very well.

"No, no, no, it's blue light and fire." The driver waved his hand to correct him, "Definitely not a pipeline explosion." I think it's probably a plasma bomb or something. Don't be surprised, after all, I'm also a military enthusiast, although I've never touched a gun in my life, hahaha. The driver laughed again.

"Plasma bombs, is that at least a controlled product? I remember that the law and order in the empire has always been very good, isn't it all thanks to the regulations on the management of dangerous goods? Fisher frowned.

"That's not it, maybe the SWAT was raiding some den at that time? Alright, it's here. The fare is fifty-five yuan, and you will be charged fifty. The driver pulled over to the side of the road, and Fisher swiped his card, picked up his luggage and got out of the car.

"Have a nice day!" The driver waved his hand in the rearview mirror, and Fisher nodded in response, "I wish you all the best in your work, too." ”

Standing on the side of the road, Fisher looked up at the once familiar café sign, the owner of the café was a wonderful person, and even named it "Drinking Coffee", which used to make a lot of jokes, and the owner most often talked about the fact that the guest received a call asking where he was, and the guest replied that he drank coffee. The friend on the phone asked him where he was drinking his coffee. The customer returned for coffee. The friend was a little dissatisfied and continued to ask where it was. The guest replied helplessly and aggrievedly, drink coffee. The friend was furious, felt like he was being teased, and hung up the phone.

Diagonally across the street from the back is the Federal Embassy in the Imperial Driel area, where Fisher once worked. Presumably there are still many people who remember him.

Fisher exhaled a cloudy breath, carried the box and pushed the door open and walked in to "drink coffee".