Chapter 68: The Wind and Clouds Are Raising and Gathering in Paris
IMF, the full name of Impossible Mission Force, is the Impossible Mission Intelligence Agency, which specializes in completing seemingly impossible missions.
And their record is indeed worthy of this title. The missions are all at the level of leaking all CIA lists, nuclear bomb crises, or virus crises, although most of them seem to be caused or amplified by their people...
But just say that the solution is not solved!
To be honest, we can seriously suspect that they are doing things themselves and then solving them themselves to boost their record and defraud funds.
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On a huge rock pillar that appears light red in the sun, a man wearing a black vest and half-long hair is climbing.
There is no rope tied to his body, only simple magnesium powder... rock climbing with bare hands!
And above him, the only way he must pass is a sloping cliff at an angle of 110 degrees to the ground!
But he still passed by like that, even though he only had a few fingers on one hand that couldn't grasp the solid point of strength, and he even slipped a bit in the middle and almost fell down a rock pillar dozens of meters high... He still made it without any danger.
pass.
This is his favorite extreme sport. Only in this way can he maintain his physical condition and mentality, the exciting feeling of walking on the edge of a knife, living in one step... and dying in one step!
When he finally passed the terrifying steep cliff and successfully climbed to the top, a sense of joy filled his heart.
Just as he was gasping for air, he suddenly heard the roar of a helicopter propeller.
It wasn't an auditory hallucination... He looked towards the direction where the sound came from. It was a helicopter. The person on the helicopter was holding a weapon similar to a rocket launcher and aimed it at his location.
"Ha..." The man shook his head, his expression somewhat helpless.
With a "Bang!" sound, the weapon was fired, and a small rocket shot straight out from it, towards the position beside the man, and then his head was directly nailed to the ground!
But it didn't explode.
The man didn't even try to hide. If someone really attacked this place in this way, where could he hide? It would just kill him.
Besides, he also knew that this was not an attack.
Helpless because of this... It's like an employee suddenly receives a WeChat message from the boss during the holiday. Can this be a good thing?
Pretending not to see is the best option, but a man won't do such a thing. When tasks come to him, he will only accept them.
Of course, there is another important reason - he has become a little panicked.
Arriving in front of the rocket nailed to the ground, the man pulled out the rocket's tail fin, and a pair of sunglasses was pushed out with a slight mechanical sound.
"New thing?" the man said, took out his sunglasses, stood up, and put them on.
Some information appears out of thin air in the field of vision, obviously coming from the lenses of sunglasses... If it were put on the market, this would be an epoch-making high-tech item, but now it is only used as a tool to transmit mission intelligence.
As the information emerged, some explanation voices sounded.
"Good morning, Mr. Yinsen Hunter, your mission is to retrieve or destroy a bioaugmentation agent called [SB] and its research and development data.
You can choose two members of the operation team at will and go to the Paris stronghold to learn the details of the operation.
What is different from usual is that all agents, funds, and energy of the entire CIA must serve this operation. Therefore, I am happy to inform you that you do not have to worry about the risks of exposure, because MI6 is also operating at the same time as us.
SVR, as well as DESG in France, will all participate in the competition for this medicine at the same time.
In another sense, this is not a spy operation, Mr. Hunter.
This is a war."
Then, within Yinsen Hunter's field of vision, the video of Bourne killing people on the bridge was played.
After the video was played, a mechanized female voice slowly said: "This message will self-destruct in 5 seconds."
Yin Sen took off his sunglasses, glanced at them calmly in his hands, and then threw them out.
A slight explosion in the air meant that this pair of high-tech sunglasses had been completely destroyed.
"War." Yin Sen muttered, his half-length blond hair blowing across his face.
"Super soldier potion?"
at the same time.
MI6.
A middle-aged man wearing a crisp black suit and black hair, who perfectly fit the description of a gentleman, sat at his desk and looked at the information in his hand.
"Mrs. M," the man said, "this is not a small task like you said."
"Bond, I'm sorry about this, but when I informed you, it was really just a small mission." Mrs. M said, "The sudden arrival of new information caused this to happen."
The man in front of her is none other than the legend among agents—007, James Bond!
"Yes, I can see that even I can't help but feel excited about the potion that can strengthen the body to this extent." Bond nodded slightly.
"I need enough equipment and manpower support. This operation is different from the past. It is closer to...a war that limits the area."
"Other agencies will also send their top agents," Mrs. M said. "There is obviously an organization behind this matter. We cannot knowingly invest all our energy in escalating this matter to the level of war, nor can we
Maybe do nothing and let such potions be taken away by other forces...
After discussion, we decided to send only the most elite team of agents into Paris to participate in this battle."
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
"Would they do that?" Bond frowned.
"That's the problem, Bond, there is a saying in China, 'You must not have the intention to harm others, and you must have the intention to guard against others', and the distrust between us and those intelligence agencies is inevitable.
So we must put all our efforts into it. Of course, before the situation escalates further, on the surface, you are still the only one involved in solving this matter." Mrs. M sighed and said.
"In other words, as long as no one takes the lead in breaking the rules, it is the best outcome if the matter is resolved at our level." Bond said.
"Yes...and, I believe you should know how the potion should be disposed of in order to end this matter completely." Mrs. M looked at Bond.
"The manufacturing data were destroyed, at least apparently destroyed, and the potions had to be used on the spot or destroyed." Bond answered without thinking.
As a middle-aged man, Bond has experienced many similar things, and he can be said to have rich experience in dealing with them...but the effects of the previous ones were not as severe as this one.
"It's best to destroy it, Bond," Mrs. M said with a faint look, "If you use it... someone will definitely try to reverse it."
Bond looked stern.
"I see."
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SVR.
Two tall women with charming faces looked at the information in their hands.
"You will carry out this mission on two fronts," the supervisor said.
The storm is rising and gathering... Paris!
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