I'm a spy in the film

When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning shone into the room, a vague and charming moan came from under the messy sheets.

The next second, a blonde beauty slowly opened her eyes.

This is a typical European beauty with a delicate face. Her big, bright eyes and perfect dimples make her face look very charming.

However, the slightly confused expression on her face at this moment slightly destroyed her unique cold and elegant temperament, making her look a little silly at this moment, but this not only did not damage her beauty, but added a different kind of charm to her.

"Where am I?"

Vivian pulled up the sheets to wrap herself tightly, crossed her legs and sat up. The habit she had developed over the years made her begin to observe her surroundings silently.

However, to her surprise, this was just an ordinary hotel room with no surveillance and no one monitoring it.

This is where?

As I tried my best to recall, memories of yesterday began to resurface in bits and pieces.

That's right, she led the assassination team and scavenger team that the company could mobilize to hunt down Black Caesar Duncan, but they were all killed by the enemy and she was also shot several times.

Although Duncan did not shoot her again, she knew that she was finished, the company was finished, everything was finished!

She lost consciousness amid the pain in her back and the coldness caused by excessive blood loss.

Until she woke up again and saw a young and handsome smiling face.

Vivian covered her hot face with her hands and curled up her long, white legs. She seemed to feel that the wounds on her back were still a little tingling, making her want to scratch them.

But despite confirming it many times, Vivian still couldn't believe that her wound was completely healed, which made her unable to help but call out that name again, "Bourne!"

That’s right, it was Bourne, the man who made her completely recover in less than half a day of knowing him.

It was he who sneaked into the castle and rescued Duncan; it was he who redeemed Duncan's girlfriend from the Russian bear; it was he who transferred her from the abandoned factory full of corpses to the hotel; it was he who cast a spell on himself!

Magic! Magic!

Thinking of this, Vivian gradually calmed down and her memory became clearer.

While in a coma, someone simply stopped the bleeding for him, injected him with adrenaline, and woke him up. It was a young FBI agent who called himself Bourne.

Although he was quite handsome, she, who had seen countless people, could tell at a glance that he was just a big boy who had just graduated from school. He actually asked her to be his informant!

I have worked for no less than five spy and killer companies, completed many overseas missions hired by the CIA, MI6 and others, and stole confidential information from many high-end companies. Now my silver killer medal is still locked in the safe in the safe house.

Even if I'm tired of this job and work as a killer agent, I'm serving top killers like Black Caesar. You're just a trainee agent in the New York Branch, and you actually want me to be your informant?

Ah!

Even Black Caesar Duncan wouldn't dare to think like this!

Vivian was indignant. She was proud of being able to charm a young and handsome magician like Bourne, and her charm was still as strong as ever. But she was also ashamed of herself for having fallen to the point of being recruited by such a greenhorn.

But magic, magic!

Vivian immediately remembered what Bourne said that touched her!

"I'm a magician!"

That's right. When he saw Bourne's right hand, which was emitting a faint milky white light, pressing on his wound and his wound healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, his jaw was almost dislocated.

Vivian rubbed her chin, which still felt a little sore.

But it really is magic!

It’s not the special effects in the movies, nor is it a street scam. It’s real magic, living magic, magic that you can experience personally!

Vivian stared blankly ahead, somewhat dazed!

I have seen life and death, intrigues and schemes, and I am used to them. When did I lose my respect for this world? I lost hope?

It was because I was seriously injured during the mission to assassinate Spencer that I lost the chance to be a normal woman!

That time, she was pierced by the opponent's deer antlers, and many of her organs were damaged. She was forced to take some special medicine to survive, but she also lost the qualification to be a mother.

But, this can also be cured by magic!

A smile appeared on Vivian's face, because she remembered what she said when facing Bourne's recruitment:

"As long as you can heal me, I will do anything!"

So, there were the following five hours of treatment time.

With both hands on my lower abdomen, I seemed to be able to feel the vitality coming from there.

"I am a complete woman again!" Vivian sighed softly, "From today on, I am Vivian. The previous Vivian is dead. It's just starting from scratch. It's nothing!"

……

While Bourne was busy rescuing people in Detroit, a conversation about the Los Angeles robbery was taking place in Washington.

In the Capitol, in Senator James Reisman's office, a young man was sitting on the sofa, looking at the senator who was video chatting with someone behind the desk with reverence.

"Gabrough, do you know who gave this to me? The deputy director of the FBI. He thought I might be interested."

"Excuse me, but do you think I have lost control of things?" The man named Gablow in the video is a square-faced white man with a broad nose and thick lips. He looks like he is in a bad mood.

"I want to cancel this operation. Let's take a vacation!" Senator James lit up his cigar and took a puff, then ordered.

"Holiday? Have I ever disappointed you?" The square-faced man Gaibulo became emotional.

"That's not the point."

"That's my point, you forgot the objective of the mission!"

"It's too dangerous. We need to re-evaluate and find other ways to raise funds."

"Everything in this plan is under my control and it is proceeding as usual!"

After saying this, the square-faced man Gaiblo hung up the video.

Senator James stood up, walked behind the young man sitting on the sofa, patted him on the shoulder, and said in an educational tone:

"Young man, if you have a 200-pound Rottweiler, it's loyal to you and its responsibility is to protect you, but if it bites you, you have to kill it. Who knows who it will bite next? Do you understand?"

The young man nodded. "I understand, Senator."

Senator James returned to his seat with satisfaction, "I think we have a group of people in Fort McKenzie on the west coast. Send them to find Gablow! Get rid of him!"

His tone at the end was extremely cold!