Chapter 14

"Mr. Fisher, Mr. Fisher! Please wait! "

Fisher, who had just wanted to go downstairs for coffee and cake, had a headache watching the woman running to him.

Christine is still Christina. This woman is the female reporter who rolled the sheets with stark before. To be honest, Fisher doesn't know why the CNN female reporter didn't stick to stark and came to him for an interview.

"What's up, Ms. Christina!" Fisher took his coat in his hand and pushed open the door of the coffee shop.

"A latte and a chocolate mousse!" Fisher snapped his fingers at the shopkeeper. "I'll take care of the lady in the back. Let her order by herself!"

"Thank you, but I'm not Christina, it's Christine!" The female reporter put down her bag, opened her chair and sat opposite Fisher.

"OK, Christina, no problem, Christina!"

"Let's skip this topic, Mr. Fisher. Did you promise me an interview?"

"If you don't promise, will you squat down all the time?" Fisher took a sip of the cookie from the waiter.

"I have to apologize to you first. Not long ago, I mocked you as a bloody death merchant!"

"This is not necessary. I am!" Fisher had an understatement.

"But the giant God saved hundreds of thousands of civilians from war in the Middle East, and just yesterday, you protected a refugee camp attacked by missiles!"

"These people will soon be employed by the giant god to produce a large number of goods for us, and they need only a small salary! What we pay is just a little bread and mineral water that the US military doesn't eat! "

Christine's forehead slowly showed a well. She wanted to know how Fisher's poisonous mouth lived to such a big size.

"Because from small to large, my fist is bigger than others! I am the president of the student union in primary school and the president of the student union in high school. I have added a fraternity to the University. Only with a backer can I be so arrogant! " Fisher smiled kindly.

I'm kidding. Although his psionics hasn't been developed yet, it's OK to carefully perceive the ideas of untrained ordinary people like female journalists. I think Fisher could get a lot of orders with this move. His business partners said that he could see through others' hearts at a glance.

"Well, next question, will you close the weapons department? Like Mr. stark! "

"No!"

"Can you tell me why?"

"The precision lathe for processing missiles can also be used to manufacture rockets, and the rolling mill for manufacturing aircraft carrier ship body can also be used to manufacture the shell of the space station. The arms trade provides a steady stream of funds to the giant god, and these funds are used by the giant god to develop new technologies, aerospace and exoskeleton. For the giant god, arms are just a springboard and an engine to push the giant god forward!"

"Outer space?" Christine was a little surprised“ Is it too early to enter outer space, or is the current technology immature? "

"Immature? Ms. Christine, NASA was able to send people to the moon in the last century. Do you tell me that the technology is not mature now? Deep space is a treasure waiting for us to develop, but unfortunately, at present, our human eyes are always on the earth! "

"It's hard to imagine that the giant God has these plans. What's your plan for the future?"

"This is a trade secret, but one thing I can tell you is that we are going to build a quality accelerator in Florida!"

After confirming that Fisher's words were not a joke, Christine really reacted that the big boss of the giant God was playing a big chess. What made her shudder was Fisher's subsequent words.

"Whether they answer or not, a new round of arms race has begun!"

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How to say, one of the main reasons why Fisher started this arms race is that his star torch has been charged. The new world means new opportunities. At this moment, everything about the world was forgotten by him.

"Kate, I'm going to take a month's leave. You are fully responsible for the company's affairs. If there is any problem, give it to the shepherd!"

"But..." what else Kate wanted to say, Fisher had hung up the phone.

"Ah ah ah!" The female secretary wanted to hang Fisher under the Falcon gunboat and shoot him. The dog man didn't tell the truth except that I came in. Last time, she disappeared for three months. She was in a hurry to mobilize a ghost team to go to the Amazon rainforest to see if Fisher was swallowed by a python. Now she came out again. She didn't say why. It would have to change to another company. He had long been put on the shelf, that is, the class and shareholders of the giant god were his people, so Fisher was fine after disappearing for a while.

In fact, Fisher doesn't want to do this, but he is not a time controller and can't freeze the time of the world, but fortunately, he finds that no matter where he goes, the flow rate with the main world is always 10:1.

Weapons, first aid kits and compressed dry food. Fisher carefully checked his accompanying bag and was relieved after confirming that it was correct. You should know that his strength now can not reach the physical bullet resistance, so the first-aid kit is very necessary. When he first wore it, he didn't bring anything because he didn't have experience. As a result, he appeared in a battlefield and was hit by a stray bullet in the past.

Since then, Fisher has a long memory, and the materials he should have don't fall. Anyway, as a psionic, he can throw items into sub space, and the capacity is unlimited. The only restriction on storage is that he consumes psionics when storing items. The larger the East and West, the more psionics. So at present, he can hang on and carry some light weapons, Don't think about big guys like tanks and planes.

After packing up, Fisher stopped a taxi and asked the driver to take him to an abandoned manor in suburban Washington.

"Hey, man, it's been deserted for many years. Where are you doing?" The black driver chewed gum and looked at the tightly wrapped Fisher from the rearview mirror. The latter wore a baseball cap, a field assault suit and sunglasses covering half of his face.

"This is a hundred. You just need to send me there, and then shut your mouth. Don't ask East and West. It's yours!"

"OK!" Black brother looked at the big ticket, gulped his saliva, and then said, "no problem, you know, we blacks have the tightest mouth. Don't worry, I'll take it as if I haven't seen you today, no matter who asks!" With that, the driver also hammered his chest vigorously, indicating that he was very reliable.

"I hope so!" Fisher shoved the bill through the compartment window of the cab.

The black driver took the $100 ticket, immediately closed his mouth, quietly drove the car, and turned off the hip-hop music in the car.

After taking fisher to his destination, the driver looked at Fisher who disappeared in the manor and said, "Damn, I won't pull a killer! This is so cool. I must tell my grandmother! "

Fisher didn't know that the black brother had made up so much. The manor was a safe house secretly built by himself. The owner was a black animal protection homosexual of Mexican origin. He liked to eat vegetarian. He was currently practicing in Iceland. Of course, the owner didn't actually exist, but all kinds of information did exist, You can even find his flight and seat number from the air traffic control bureau.

The main reason for this safe house is that he can't tell others about crossing the world. In addition, Fisher doesn't ensure whether he will bring back some viruses or alien monsters. Therefore, he specially prepared a complete set of decontamination equipment and defense system.

After entering the manor, Fisher did not go to the main building of the manor, but went directly to the tool room behind the main building, where the entrance of the safe house was right here.

After pupil scanning, fingerprint scanning and voiceprint confirmation, the floor of the tool room slowly sank, revealing a row of stairs.

In order to build this safe house, Fisher didn't dare to hire an engineering team. The space inside was dug out by himself one by one. Then he took the decoration project as the test question for the recruitment examination, gave it to the engineers who applied for it, and chose the best design. Then the designer was arranged to Mali, Africa, Giant god contracted the logistics support of the coalition forces there. Now the designer can dance the local folk dance very skillfully.

"Well, now start recording Fisher Adams's third crossing!" Fisher threw his backpack into subspace. He picked up a camera and put it in the center of the room, facing himself. He also put the camera in the past crossing, but he didn't catch anything. The machine seemed to be subjected to strong radiation and burned directly. This time he changed an anti radiation one to see how he disappeared.

When everything was ready, Fisher stood in the middle of the room and silently closed his eyes. In his mind, the star torch with golden light became brighter and brighter, and then a golden lightning burst out, leaving a room of ionized burning smell. Fisher disappeared into the room.

Nausea, dizziness and chest tightness are Fisher's feelings at the moment. He opened his eyes and saw a void of stars. The dust cloud pulled out traces in the space, and little stars loomed in the dust cloud. The golden psionic flame wrapped Fisher's whole body and slowly disappeared into the void.

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"Long live Mars!"

This is the first sentence Fisher heard when he opened his eyes.