Super Cute New To Marvel

While sitting on the side of the road enjoying a second hot dog, Fisher's phone in his pocket grunted.

"Hey, why haven't you come back, you stinky boy? Where's the wine I want?"

"Uh, you, I..." Fisher looked confused, how should I answer this?

"What are you, what are you, what are you, you forgot what I said, go buy the wine and get it back for me, and bring a box of pickled cucumbers from the corner convenience store!"

"I'm lost!" Fisher simply made up a reason, "I hit a telephone pole on the road, and my memory is a little fuzzy!"

"..." The voice on the other end of the phone was no longer harsh, and brought a bit of worry.

"Where are you, I'll pick you up!"

"Uh, the square in front of Old Tom's Bakery, I'm watching pigeons here!" Fisher raised his head, and then found the most conspicuous sign, which was an uncle holding a sausage in one hand and a child with the sausage at him. Huge billboard stuck in mouth.

"Wait for me!" Then there was a blind tone from the phone.

It looks like this is some relative of mine? Fisher thoughtfully stuffed the remaining hot dog into his mouth, then continued to flip through the newspaper, hoping to find some news about the world.

After turning over and over to find that the newspapers had some scandals other than the attack on the US military base, and that the news of leaders' trips abroad was not a landmark event, Fisher closed the newspaper and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He had no clue!

"Beep!"

Just as Fisher couldn't resist cooing like a pigeon, a black Chevrolet SUV pulled up.

"Why are you standing still, get in the car!" a hoarse but still full mid-term voice shouted.

"Oh!" Fisher dropped the greased paper with the hot dog and got into the car with the newspaper.

"Where did you hit? I made an appointment with an old friend. I'll check it out for you first!"

"No, no, it's just a bit of a mess!" Fisher carefully looked at the man driving the car. Although his hair was a little gray, his face was tough, his spirit was strong, and his arms were strong. He should have been a fierce man when he was young. There is a long scar on the right face, and the square face makes Fisher feel a little familiar, very similar to Boss Tang and his younger brother John Cena (I heard that Su Ji 9 is going to go racing in space, who would have thought that Boss Tang was only a a car repair gangster)

"Still forget about Afghanistan?"

"Uh, forget it!" Fisher nodded lightly, pretending to be calm.

"That's right, there aren't many of you who came back without ptsd!"

After chatting with each other, Fisher also figured out the identity of himself and the uncle who was driving. The uncle who was driving was his uncle, Jack Burns. According to him, he was an ordinary government civil servant who was about to retire. , and Fisher, is a retired soldier who got ptsd who went to the battlefield without any support to go to his uncle, and was wandering on the street for a while before.

In this way, I also account for two of the three most unproblematic identities of the Japanese high school students and American homeless in Huaxia Traveler! The complacent Fisher took a closer look at Burns' uncle's scar. He carefully recalled his long-term memory, and combined with the report in the newspaper that the US military base was attacked and no one survived, and suddenly thought of a world.

It seems that in the world where the Autobots retreated, there was a John Cena who fought alongside Bumblebee. Could it be this?

"Cough, Burns, have you heard that the US military base in Qatar was attacked by someone! No insiders or survivors have been found!"

"Well, it's said on the news, but I think you should worry about yourself now. It's been half a year since you came back, and you've been out and about, not to mention work, and you haven't found a serious woman to marry!" Burns scolded while driving.

"Women will only affect the speed at which I can draw a gun!" Fisher said that he has become an American homeless, and if he thinks about women, there will naturally be the kind of backwards, and he will not be able to drive away!

"You're the only one who still draws a gun? I hope alcohol doesn't paralyze your nerves!"

"Then who asked me to bring him a bottle of Scotch?"

"You bastard!" Burns was just about to use the authority of the elderly to make Fisher admit that he drank the wine, smoked the cigarettes, and even the few playboy books under the table, uh, they were his own Suddenly, the phone in his pocket rang.

"I'm Burns!"

"Sir, we need you here!"

"I see!" Burns looked at Fisher who was sitting on the co-pilot with the newspaper on his face and pretended to be dead. He wanted to put him down and let him go back by himself, but he was worried that the other party would forget the location of his home. , you can only take Fisher to his work place first and let him wait in the car!

"I have something to tell you!"

"Um!"

"Actually I work for the CIA branch in Arizona! Not some second-rate government department!"

"I know!"

"I'm not trying to hide...you know?"

"There's an m4 in the black box in the trunk, an m45 under your seat, and the co-pilot here has a 44 Magnum revolver and a tactical knife, either law enforcement or terrorists, but I don't think terrorists have The courage to drive an SUV around the street, and the law enforcement agencies, the FBI people will wear bright suits, shoes are clean, instead of wearing a gray jacket like you! Sunglasses are decades old old stuff!"

"What do you know, it's called feelings!"

Burns rolled his eyes angrily, then turned the steering wheel, and the SUV turned arrogantly on the road, causing countless drivers to scold.

"Perhaps this is the prerogative of law enforcement agencies!" Fisher said yin and yang strangely, and stretched out his hand to compare a middle finger.

"No, it's my prerogative!" Burns rolled up the window and stomped on the gas pedal.

"Speaking of which, Fisher, what do you think of aliens?" Burns glanced at the headline about the attack on the US military base in the newspaper, and a large number of memory fragments were dug out from the back of his mind.

"Aliens?" Fisher felt that his judgment was hammered.

"He is ruthless and murderous. He came to earth to plunder resources and make earthlings slaves!" Fisher summed up the behavior of the Decepticons on earth. Transformers 2 wanted to blow up the sun and change 3 Grab the Earthman w to repair Cybertron, um, that's right.

"Haven't you thought of good aliens? They will fight to protect freedom and life!" Burns didn't expect his nephew to cut the alien camp across the board.

"It's not impossible, the alien life will be divided into two factions, one is peace-loving, the other is quite a warlord, and then the peaceful side will fight side by side with us humans!"

Burns: He is also familiar with the script Fisher was talking about!