I'm a spy in the film

The killer pays for pension insurance!

In the United States!

This is simply a fantasy.

But the face of Black Old Joe next to him also turned ugly. "I know what you said. The surface reason is that the company does not want to pay the pension, but in fact it is because of the merger of the assassin company, which is clearing out the old people."

"Yes, the combination of these companies is a trend. Ever since the twelve underworld families united to form the High Table decades ago, everyone has seen the development of the High Table. Some people can't help but want to copy the success of the High Table and form their own killer group, so..."

"So those old killers and veterans of small companies have become stumbling blocks and need to be eliminated? Damn these guys who cross the river and then destroy the bridge!" Leo continued.

"Of course, the high pensions of those retired assassins are also one of the reasons. With these remaining pensions, we will have the start-up capital needed for the alliance. Why not do it?"

Black Joe stood up, poured himself a glass of wine from the wine cabinet behind him, took a sip slowly, and said slowly:

"I don't know the scavengers who came to kill me, but I have heard of the retired killer they are hunting for a long time, Duncan Vizsla. He is a rare killer who has his own persistence and is very powerful. I think these scavengers are in trouble."

"Pour me a glass too, Duke, you miser." Leo shouted at Black Joe, "Vizla is from Montana like me, and I've known him since I was young. His strength is unquestionable, but his weakness is also obvious, he's too soft-hearted. Back then, he fought with assassins from two companies to save a girl he didn't know. Although he was the one who survived in the end, he also angered the other company, but they let him go for old Bulut's sake. The one who initiated the action this time was their company's new president, Little Bulut. This guy, hey, he destroyed his own Great Wall!"

Although Black Joe and Leo were saying things that had nothing to do with him, Bourne could see that both old guys were feeling a bit sad for the loss of their loved ones.

Yes, although they once worked for different organizations, they are all retired now. How could they remain calm when seeing someone being betrayed and hunted down by the organization they had served all their lives? Moreover, were these killers so blind as to provoke them?

"I know Vizsla has a safe house in Little Rocky Mountain, Montana. He should be called Mikkelsen there. I'll send someone to leave him a message, asking if he needs help, if he's not dead!"

Leo took a sip of his wine. "The reason is: revenge for my beloved car."

Black Old Joe stood beside the wine cabinet with a smile on his face. "I should go visit my old friends. I haven't seen them for a long time. I'll leave this manor to you. Leo, don't you want to buy her? It's a good opportunity to get to know her better!"

"That's it then. Without further ado, I'll go find someone now. Duke, do you need me to take you there?" Leo stood up.

"No, with this kid here, I don't have to worry." Black Joe rejected Leo's proposal.

"Okay," Leo looked at Bourne, nodded to Black Joe, and walked out.

When the white old man in the plaid shirt walked out of the house and closed the door behind him, Bourne turned to look at the black old Joe and asked, "Do you really trust someone you've known for less than a week?"

Black Joe said seriously: "Bourne, this is another lesson I teach you. Don't be superstitious about dogma, trust your intuition. Of course, necessary trials are also indispensable, but the most important thing is to always keep a vigilant heart."

Ha! Bourne almost spit out the water in his mouth. If I didn't know that you were almost bitten by a snake and killed by a car bomb, I would have believed you.

Seeing Bourne's face full of disbelief, Black Joe thought about what had happened in the past few days and couldn't help blushing, but fortunately his dark skin covered it up.

But he didn't say anything else, turned around and went upstairs to pack his luggage. Soon, he appeared in the living room pulling a suitcase.

Turning slowly, he looked around the living room again with a nostalgic look. Black Old Joe took a group photo on the fireplace and solemnly put it in his arms. He nodded to Bourne and said:

"Let's go. I will definitely come back one day."

There is a saying in the West: An old dog still has a few teeth!

This sentence is not meant to be derogatory, but rather means that one should not underestimate older people. It has a bit of the meaning of "an old veteran is worth two men at a time."

Less than half an hour after Bourne and Black Joe set out, Leo sent Vizsla's message. Bourne glanced at the photo on Black Joe's phone and couldn't help but exclaimed in his heart: "Uncle Ba!"

That's right, although he only caught a quick glimpse of him because he was driving, Bourne recognized him immediately because of Uncle Ba's unique appearance and temperament.

When Bourne arrived in this world, he met many people who looked like the protagonists in his previous life's movies, but most of them looked similar but not identical, just like Abahai and Thor, Guo Da and Statham. You would say, "Hey, they look so alike", but you would never think they are brothers and sisters, or the same person.

This caused great difficulties for Bourne, who seldom watched movies in his previous life, and he even made a few jokes. So over time, except for those movies that left a deep impression on him, Bourne seldom "judged people by their appearance".

"But Uncle Ba!"

A few months ago, Dr. Lecter, who performed a craniotomy on a little boy in London, looked very similar to Uncle Basque, but he wore a mask most of the time. Bourne had only caught a glimpse of Dr. Lecter's appearance on a dark night. Although he was suspicious, he was not sure.

This time it’s different, the photos have been sent to me. Although it’s only a side profile, the sharp eyes, the iconic side-parted hair and the indifferent expression are all there.

"I just don't know what movie it is, but Uncle Ba is definitely the main character, so he will be blessed by the halo and everything will be fine."

Bourne did not ask Uncle Ba for specific information. No matter how similar they looked or how much he liked him, that was all from his previous life. In this life, Uncle Ba was just a killer and had nothing to do with him.

Unexpectedly, Black Joe suddenly spoke, scaring Bourne.

"Boy, do you know Vizsla?"

"do not know."

"Hmph, do you remember the first lesson I taught you? Observing people's expressions is the most important basic skill in our line of work. Do you still need me to analyze the changes in your facial expressions just now?"

"Well, I have indeed heard of his name. He is a well-known killer who almost never fails. He has won many battles against a large number of enemies, that's all." Bourne knew that he could not hide it from Black Joe, so he had to tell a half-truth.

Although this old guy usually laughs and seems out of tune, once he gets serious, there is almost nothing he can't do. The most important thing is that you don't know when he is joking with you and when he is serious.

"The latest news from Leo, Vizsla is in trouble. His personal accountant was killed, so his address should have been exposed. One of Leo's former men discovered that a group of strangers appeared in the small town where Vizsla lived in seclusion."

Bourne stopped the car on the side of the road and frowned at Black Joe: "Joe, I have a mission and cannot leave Los Angeles for the time being."

However, Black Joe waved his hand and said, "I know your mission. Don't worry. We won't start it so early if we're not ready!"

Bourne pricked up his ears for a moment, as if he had heard some incredible news, but Black Joe changed the subject and said meaningfully: "Before a storm comes, some insects, birds and animals will always feel it first, but it doesn't matter, be patient and don't panic."

I hate these riddle tellers the most. They rely on their inside information to trick young people with good intentions into doing dirty work.

Bourne secretly complained in his heart, but he also knew that if he didn't agree, Black Joe would definitely not say another word.

"Time, place, mission!" As if returning to the days when he was just trained by Black Joe, Bourne took out a notebook from his arms and handed it over.

Remembering what Black Joe had written, Bourne burned the note with a cigarette lighter, and the ashes flew out through the car window. This was the task handover method that Black Joe had used when training Bourne. Now it seemed quite retro, and Bourne became excited.