"Two hundred and five, two hundred and five!" At the moment, Sam is close to being stunned. He and fisher made an online appointment to deliver goods in a park. He waited here an hour in advance for fear that the business could not be done.

"Million fans 217?" Fisher, holding an ice cream, walked slowly and looked at the transformer savior opposite him.

"It's me, it's me!" Sam came forward eagerly, and then looked at Fisher, who was much taller than himself, "are you cobowen?"

"Yes!" Fisher, dressed like a terminator in big sunglasses, nodded. At the moment, samvitvitch looked very impatient in spirit and face, but he tried to restrain his agitation and try to look like an adult.

"Boy, you can't attract any girls if you hold on like this!"

"I'm not a child. I'm an adult. I'm a man!"

"Oh, then you must have a lot of girlfriends!"

Sam's expression immediately became embarrassed. How could he admit that he hadn't even pulled a girl's hand in 18 years?

"Let's trade first!" Sam took out the glasses case from his pocket, and then began to talk about the history of glasses, the glory of the family and the exploration of his grandparents. It seemed that Fisher would apologize for his great grandfather's sacrifice if he didn't pay $1.8 million.

"This is 251 dollars, 1 yuan for glasses, and the remaining 250 yuan, please shut up!"

"But... This pair of glasses is very valuable..."

"That's 250 yuan!"

"Sell sell sell!"

Worried that the other party would bargain, Sam immediately sold his glasses, and then ran out of the park without even saying goodbye for fear that Fisher would repent.

Of course, samvitch, who is still complacent at the moment, will not think that he will regret finding Fisher again the next night, hoping to get his glasses back.

After Sam left, Fisher didn't hurry. He held up his glasses printed with the coordinates of the ignition seed source and looked at it carefully.

The mysterious golden pattern is branded on it and shines in the sun. However, because Fisher is not proficient in alien language, he can't understand this string of words, but glasses are enough.

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The documents handed in by burns and the old man were scolded by his superiors. The same old officer from the cold war scoffed at aliens. In his opinion, it was either Iran or Russia, or the beeping country on the other side of the ocean. Even if burns made a guarantee with his youth experience, he didn't believe it.

"Unless the aliens you said blew up America, I won't believe your nonsense, especially you burns. You're retiring soon. Stop!"

"If I were ten years younger, I would blow that guy's head out! The black brother sighed and then took out a note.

"I want to blow that guy's head now! What is this? "

"Didn't you say you wanted to find a job for your nephew? This is my friend's phone. Their company needs a security supervisor! I told him that he was very interested in retired veterans who had been on the battlefield! "

"Well, OK, I'll give it to him and let him try!" Burns nodded and was ready to give it to Fisher when he came back.

They walked out of the office building while chatting. No one noticed that a police car was parked there quietly in a very humble street corner.

Roadblock, a member of the Decepticon Decepticon force, is also a scout of the Decepticon force lurking in the human world. He is a natural killer. Over the years, he disguised as a human Ford Mustang police car, and the prototype is a confused partner of a radio. He has been preparing for Megatron's resurrection in the human world, Confused sneaked into the government server. When he was a hacker, he accidentally saw Burns's report to his superiors, which described in detail that the attack on the base may have been committed by an alien code named Decepticon.

After thinking for a long time, the Decepticons didn't remember that there was this person in their 25 offspring, so the roadblock decided to come and kill the mouth. Originally, it was the most convenient to do this job, but the other party was on the special plane of the president of the United States, so the job had to come to the roadblock.

Quietly followed burns all the way. After confirming that the other party's address was remote and there were no obstacles around, the roadblock was ready to start.

"Didi didi..." the barricade that was about to change looked behind him. A black Ford was parked behind him. A handsome young man who didn't deserve beating was stretching half his body out of the window and honking his horn at the police car.

"Isn't it, Asir, your family built this road? You're stuck on the road? Believe it or not, I will complain to you! "

"Damn guy!" The roadblock hasn't seen such a arrogant guy on earth for so many years. If he was a human policeman, he would have started to change the magazine, but he wasn't. He had to bang the accelerator off the road and prepare to wait until no one paid attention.

"What are you looking at?" Burns looked at Fisher standing motionless at the door.

"There are guests!" Fisher looked at the far away police car, his mouth turned up, so big a Decepticon logo, do you think I'm blind?

"Guest, where is it?" Burns said curiously.

"Maybe later! Old man, where is your arsenal? "

"What do you ask the arsenal for?" Burns can't keep up with Fisher's jumping mind.

"If friends come from afar, they will be killed even if they are far away! I'll find some weapons to meet you! "

At night

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

In the dark, a tall steel barricade appeared ferocious, with red eyes and a ferocious smile. He raised his right arm's energy gun.

After the energy accumulation, the energy gun fired, but the tyrannical energy bomb was blocked by an invisible barrier as soon as it came out of the muzzle.

"Ah ah!" Looking at the blasted energy gun, the roadblock was angry and angry. Not believing in evil, it opened the left arm gun again. As a result, the shell burst at the muzzle without even coming out of the chamber.

"Yes, Megatron is a fool, and I'll spare your life!" With an energy gun in his right hand and an aluminum grenade in his left hand, Fisher with a toothpick in his mouth kicked the poor wooden door of the small building and came out arrogantly.

"You want to die, reptile!" The roadblock looked at the familiar guy and then reacted. He had been exposed for a long time!

"That's not to say. Sorry, according to American law, you violated our land. Now I sentence you to death! I hope you don't ignore it! " Fisher raised the muzzle and pointed away at the barricade with his sword.