The commander shows the intelligence to Bond and English.
"That is to say, except for Jason Bourne and the [SB] potion, we still have no clue about the true intentions of the organization behind him, its scale, and the universality and manufacturability of the potion.
News," Bond concluded.
In fact, he really wanted to say, "This is no different from knowing nothing," but after thinking about it, he decided not to.
"Yes." The person in charge nodded.
"It seems that this mission is very difficult." Bond smiled, "No wonder I need to end my vacation time early."
English beside him rolled his eyes and thought this sentence was quite compelling.
"Me too, I was sunbathing in Hawaii when I received the mission... I didn't expect such a major accident to happen, so I had to rush back." English said.
"..." As soon as these words came out, the office fell silent. Bond looked at English twice, nodded with a smile, and said, "It seems that Mr. English has taken good sun protection measures."
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"...Yes! At that time, I was experimenting with a powerful sunscreen newly developed by the equipment department." English filled in the gaps in words and appearance without any lag.
"But I remember that I didn't find you at the MI7 headquarters? Mr. English?" the person in charge couldn't help but ask.
"...As Agent No. 1, I need to be prepared at all times to prevent the enemy from noticing my actual movements, so generally speaking, my stand-in will always be at the headquarters to confuse the public." English instantly
Then he made up another reason, "What you saw at the headquarters was my substitute."
"Oh..." The person in charge was doubtful.
"This is a good idea." Bond thought thoughtfully.
As the famous 007, he often has such troubles. He has used this strategy of feigning death to escape and actually carry out the mission. He has used it once before and cannot use it again. On the contrary, Escape Plan is a plan that can be implemented on a regular basis and is foreseeable.
Very effective!
Thinking of this, Bond looked at English and couldn't help but look a little higher. The No. 1 agent who can be treated like this by MI7 must be capable... maybe, his previous performance was all for this.
To confuse?
Well...it's not impossible!
Bond felt he needed to be more careful.
It is useless to continue to stay in the stronghold. Bond and English leave the stronghold together, preparing to find some relevant information. This is also the premise for their mission... they cannot wait for the information to be delivered to their door like before.
, let others lead you by the nose!
Anxi's eyes lit up.
Finally, he waited for the opportunity... He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message that he had already edited to Bourne's mobile phone, asking Bourne to start taking action and inform various organizations of the news.
Let’s gather everyone together first to show off, right?
And he started to change his clothes.
As a planner, it is common to appear in performances, sometimes as a guest appearance, and sometimes as an important role to guide the plot... Anxi naturally wants to do the latter.
The halo of these protagonists is too strong. God knows how far it will develop without control. Of course, it is best to participate and guide and control them.
And Anxi was really bored... Although not long had passed, his instinct for fun had already made him ready to take action.
…
"Mr. English, I think we should separate here."
On the street, Bond said to English: "Given that our respective operational habits are different, we will conduct the next investigation separately. If we find valuable information, we will share it."
"Okay, okay!" English replied.
Bond found a direction and walked forward.
After a while.
"Mr. English," Bond stopped and looked behind him at English, who was pretending to be looking at the items on the stall with curiosity, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you... following me?"
"No, you misunderstood!" English shook his head repeatedly, "It's just that the direction we are heading in may be exactly the same..."
"..." Bond was silent.
We have already passed three blocks, and Bond spared a special break. In the end, English still followed... Just follow. He didn't look like an agent at all. This was almost the same as following in an aboveboard way.
?
Bond was confused for a moment. If it was tracking with extremely high tracking skills, he could understand that Ingrich was up to no good. But what did this kind of tracking mean?
It can’t be that it can only be done to this extent, right?
"I wonder where Mr. English is going?" Bond chose to ask directly.
"I...I'm going to take a look at the Eiffel Tower!" English replied.
"What are you doing there?" Bond frowned.
"I think...well...when an American like this comes to Paris, he will definitely visit some famous attractions, so maybe he can find some information there!" English said.
Bond: "..."
No, there is a limit to lying after all!
Putting aside whether a spy agent would do this, even if he did go, do you plan to find someone at an attraction with an average daily traffic of more than 25,000 people?
"Oh, then you're going in the wrong direction. This is the direction to Alexander III Bridge. I'm going to go there to conduct an on-site inspection of the remaining traces."
Bond pointed in the direction they came from. He certainly didn't believe it, but he wanted to see what English would do next.
"Haha, that's it!"
English suddenly realized: "Thank you, Mr. Bond, I'll go to... the Eiffel Tower!"
After saying that, English turned his head, looked left and right, whistled, and left slowly.
"..." Bond frowned, and until English disappeared from sight, he still didn't understand what he wanted to do.
Bond turned around and was about to change direction when he suddenly received news.
He glanced at it and frowned again.
"Jason Bourne has sent news again... Alexander III Bridge again? He didn't say the time. If a large force comes, he won't come?"
Not long after, Alexander III Bridge.
Bond kept walking, wearing sunglasses, looking like an ordinary tourist visiting the scenery.
Today's parade did not cover this area, and the bridge deck was not closed due to yesterday's accident. Therefore, there were indeed many tourists coming and going for sightseeing, and Bond was not conspicuous among them.
After a while, his steps paused slightly and returned to normal.
The eyes under the sunglasses are focused on one person.
It was a red-haired lady wearing a beige windbreaker, a black turtleneck sweater and slim jeans. She was leaning on the railing and looking out. The appropriate matching clothes failed to cover her slim figure, and her face was partially obscured by sunglasses.
, but it also looks more attractive because of it.
Bond headed that way.
No matter whether you find it or not, what will be the follow-up development? If there are high-quality girls, you must win them!
"Who would leave such an attractive lady waiting here alone?"
"Ma'am, can I invite you for a cup of coffee?"
The two words of conversation that sounded at the same time made the three of them stunned at the same time.
Bond looked at his competitor. He had half-length blond hair and a handsome face. Apart from being a little shorter, he basically had no shortcomings in appearance... He had a completely different style from his own, and he was a strong competitor!
Yinsen Hunter raised his eyes slightly and observed the man in front of him. He was middle-aged with black hair, and his appearance was not outstanding at all. He was wearing a well-tailored suit that was very charming... Isn't this the so-called gentleman? No, right?
Will you?
"interesting."
Natasha Romanoff took off her sunglasses, her rosy lips curled up in a seductive manner, and she looked back and forth between the two of them, with a hint of confusion appearing on her face at the right time.
"Which gentleman should I... attend to first?"
On the sidelines, tourist Anxi admired this scene.
To be honest, this was really not what he expected. All I can say is...these two b's are all sp!
Oh no, serious lsp!
Who knew that these people would bump into each other before the plan started, and that there would be a pseudo-Shura field?
Anxi decided to let Bourne wait.
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