I'm a spy in the film

"Okay, I won't mention the specific names, I'll just tell you the general idea. Before that, please give me a shot of morphine."

As the pain gradually subsides, a story of revenge unfolds.

Seven years ago, a gang of thieves successfully stole 350 million euros worth of gold from a gang boss in the water city of Venice. However, when dividing the loot, one member of the gang not only robbed the gang but also called the police, resulting in one member of the gang being killed, one being arrested and imprisoned, and the others fleeing.

Seven years later, the arrested young man was released from prison. He found out that the person who betrayed everyone had come to Los Angeles with the gold. He lived a happy life relying on the bounty and the gold he embezzled. The young man found a few reliable helpers and made a plan to take revenge on the traitor within half a month. And Rob was indispensable in this plan. Whether it was for revenge or to regain the lost funds, Rob could not miss this feast of revenge.

"I promise that our plan only targets the traitor and has nothing to do with anyone else. No innocent people will be implicated. We are thieves, not killers or terrorists. We just want to take back what we lost!" Rob said finally.

"Okay, I believe you." Bourne nodded to Dr. Lecter, indicating that he could begin.

So, under Rob's surprised gaze, Bourne raised his right hand, which was shrouded in a faint milky white light, and pressed it above Rob's wound.

"GOD!" Rob opened his eyes wide, staring at Bourne's hand without blinking, and shouted in disbelief: "What is this? Holy light?"

However, no one paid any attention to him.

Dr. Lecter deftly used a scalpel to cut off the rotten muscles, injected various antibiotics, and sutured the wound with silk thread. Bourne, on the other hand, concentrated on controlling his fingers, releasing the Door of Wonders skill to accelerate the healing of some of the wounds.

That's right. With repeated use of the skill, Bourne can now use his fingers to release this skill. He heals the designated area according to the direction guided by Dr. Lecter's scalpel.

Although such a delicate operation consumed little life energy, it required Bourne to concentrate all his energy and focus the channel for transmitting life energy on the fingertips. If he was not careful, he would either use too much force to transmit too much life energy, causing the wound to heal crookedly, or transmit too little life energy, causing the wound to heal unsteadily.

So, it was always Dr. Lecter who sutured first, and Byrne promoted the healing of that part of the wound. Dr. Lecter removed the stitches in that part, and then proceeded to suture the next one, and so on.

Fortunately, it was just a small gunshot wound, and even with the increase in the area of ​​​​the slough removed, the operation did not take long. But even so, Bourne was sweating profusely after the operation.

I am not physically tired, but I am mentally tired. It seems that I need to put detailed training on magic control on the agenda in the future. I am not a Jinchūriki or a member of the Uzumaki clan with unlimited magic power. I am like Kakashi, whose magic power is less than 50%, so I have to be careful in everything I do.

The operation was over, and although the anesthetic had not worn off yet, Rob had already sat up. He stroked his healed wound, his mouth opening wider and wider in surprise.

The FBI can now cast healing magic? So will there be tracking magic? Will what we do be tracked by others? Also, where did Stella know this friend? Does Stella know that he can cast magic?

On the other side, Dr. Lecter was already quietly packing up the surgical instruments, but judging from his slightly trembling hands, the doctor was not as calm as he appeared.

Yes, the last time Bourne released his skills it was silent and colorless, but this time it released with a holy platinum light, which looked a bit like a charlatan. This was a huge shock to Dr. Lecter, who had undergone many years of traditional materialistic education and psychology studies.

Is there really a mysterious side to this world that I don’t know about?

Dr. Lecter silently wondered in his heart, is everything in the Bible true? What would God think of my cannibalism over the years?

For a moment, the small operating room fell into a rare silence, and the three people were thinking about their own things.

Finally, it was Dr. Lecter who broke the silence first: "Gentlemen, the operation is over, I think you should leave!"

"Oh, yes, thank you doctor, and you, what's your name?"

"Bourne, you can call me Bourne. Please keep today's events confidential!" Bourne seemed somewhat bored.

"Of course," Rob almost patted his chest. He was a little excited at this time. "It's incredible. I thought those were all myths. It seems that I have to go to the church more often in the future."

Bourne said unhappily, "If you want to be caught by those guys, run around." Then he asked, "Who is the person who hired you?"

Rob wiped the blood and alcohol off his body with gauze and answered without looking up: "How should I know? I was only hired to teach driving skills."

As he spoke, he raised his head, thought for a moment and said, "It's a bit strange. They actually asked me to teach them how to drive a bus, and also learned a little about bus modification. Most people don't learn these things."

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Bourne's mind, as if he had grasped something, but it also seemed as if he had grasped nothing. He took out his cell phone, pulled out a photo, and showed it to Rob, "Have you seen this person?"

"I have seen him. He is also one of the employer's group, but he is a bit of a loner." Rob confirmed.

That's right, a group of people with official backgrounds hired Stanley, a hacker expert, and Rob, a driver expert, to do something big in Los Angeles, but they encountered enemies or enemies, were attacked, and Rob was injured and escaped. The other party did not chase him, which means Rob is not very important to them, that is, to improve these people's driving skills and special vehicle driving experience.

So, what exactly are these people trying to do?

I really don't understand why. Never mind. It has nothing to do with me.

Bourne shook his head to clear the thoughts from his mind, said goodbye to Dr. Black, took Rob back to the garage, and drove away.

After thanking Bourne again and again and promising not to tell anyone, Rob got out of the car on a deserted street nearby. In his words, he was born to live in this free country.

Bourne didn't take Rob's assurance seriously. His identity was no longer a secret in the eyes of many people. If he was baptized next year, his name might even be spread to the European Church. After all, this kind of baptism was one person for one job, and there would definitely be no unqualified people who didn't know it. At that time, would the FBI, as the first intelligence organization of the federation, not know about it? If the FBI knew about it, would the underground dark web not have its own information? No way!

In addition, Bourne also noticed that in recent times, there have been more and more reports of supernatural events in various places, but these reports are mostly entertainment news and strange anecdotes on the Internet, and most people just read them for fun and then no longer pay attention to them.

Only because Bourne often paid attention to the FBI's internal case reports did he notice that most of the cases related to these supernatural events were indeed strange cases, but most of them became unsolved cases for various reasons and no one cared about them.

It seems that the world is indeed changing!

Bourne sighed. Ignorance is also a kind of bliss. Smart people always have to bear some responsibilities that they should deal with. For example, Dr. Lecter specifically asked him about magic last time. Although he was also very curious this time, he didn't ask a single word. I guess he is also looking for a way to obtain this kind of power!

But how difficult is this?

Even though he was a time traveler and brought items from another world, he had to stumble on the path of cultivation. He joined the FBI, the country's largest intelligence organization, and his ex-girlfriend's family had a magical heritage. Even so, he had not found any magic organization. It was his father who risked his life to get him a place, and he also had cheating tools, so he barely managed to keep this place in the Vatican.

Sure enough, no matter in any era or any country, crossing class barriers is the most difficult thing!