Chapter 224 (1/2)

Sitting on the side of the road enjoying the second hot dog, Fisher's cell phone cooed in his pocket.

”Hey, why don't you come back? Where's my wine? ”

”Er, you, I...” Fisher looked confused. How should I answer?

”What are you and me? You boy forgot even what I said. Go and buy the wine, then get back to me, and bring a box of sour cucumbers from the corner convenience store!”

”I'm lost!” Fisher simply made up a reason, ”I hit a telegraph pole on the road. My memory is a little confused!”

”.......” the voice on the other end of the phone was no longer severe, with some worry.

”Where are you? I'll pick you up!”

”Well, the square in front of old Tom's bakery. I'm watching pigeons here!” Fisher looked up and found the most prominent sign. It was a huge billboard where an uncle held the sausage in one hand and a child put the sausage in his mouth in the other hand.

”Wait for me!” Then a blind sound came out of the phone.

Looks like this is my relative again? Fischer thoughtfully stuffed the remaining hot dogs into his mouth, and then continued to read the newspaper, hoping to find some news about the world.

After turning over and over, he found that there were some scandals in the newspaper, such as the attack on the US military base, the leader's visit abroad, and there were no landmark events. Fisher closed the newspaper and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He didn't have a clue!

”Beep, beep!”

When Fisher couldn't help learning to coo like a pigeon, a black Chevrolet SUV drove over.

”What are you waiting for? Get in the car!” A hoarse but still full voice shouted.

”Oh!” Fisher threw away the oil paper containing the hot dog and got on the car with the newspaper.

”Where did you hit? I have an appointment with an old friend. Go and check it for you first! ”

”No, no, just a little confused!” Fisher looked at the man driving carefully. Although his hair was a little gray, he had a strong face, hale and hearty spirit, and his two arms were powerful. When he was young, he should also be a tough man. There was a long scar on his right face. His square face made Fisher feel familiar, much like boss Tang's brother John Senna (I heard that vegetarian chicken 9 is going to go to space for racing, Who would have thought that boss Tang was just a car repair gang at first)

”Still can't forget about Afghanistan?”

”Well, I can't forget it!” Fisher nodded quietly.

”Also, there are not many of you who come back PTSD!”

After chatting with each other, Fisher found out the identity of himself and his driving uncle. The driving uncle was his uncle, Jack burns. According to him, he was an ordinary government civil servant who was about to retire, and Fisher was a retired soldier with PTSD, I was wandering in the street for some time before.

So I also accounted for two of the three most inviolable identities of Chinese walkers, Japanese high school students and American tramps! Complacent Fisher looked carefully at Uncle Burns's scar. He carefully recalled his long memory. Combined with the report in the newspaper that the U.S. military base was attacked and no one survived, he suddenly thought of a world.

It seems that in the world where the Autobots retreated, there was a John Senna who fought side by side with the bumblebee. Shouldn't it be this?

”Cough, burns, have you heard that the US military base in Qatar was secretly attacked by someone! No insiders or survivors were found! ”