I'm a spy in the film

California has a typical Mediterranean climate. Specifically in Los Angeles, it has hot summers, mild winters, and is warm and dry all year round. This is one of the important reasons why Los Angeles has become a world-famous tourist city.

For example, now, Bourne was wearing sunglasses and sitting upright in a seat facing the street in a cafe, not looking at the young girls in bikinis coming and going outside the window.

"Man, you picked a great spot!"

Just as the coffee on the table was about to cool down, a man with a shiny head walked straight over to the seat opposite Bourne, sat down, and greeted him with a smile.

"Why are you so late? My coffee is cold."

Bourne frowned, not knowing why. Although it was a sunny morning, he always felt that there was a cold aura around Rob. When he looked carefully, he didn't see anything unusual.

Is it my illusion? The coldness and the cool air from the air conditioner are two different things, and it is easy to distinguish them.

"By the way, Rob, shouldn't you be in New York by now? Why are you still in Los Angeles?"

When this was mentioned, the bald Rob on the opposite side smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

Even though he had prepared a speech in his mind on the way here, Rob still found it difficult to say it out loud. After all, the other party had saved his life, and now he was going to trouble him again. He would owe him a big favor.

But thinking of his friends who were still hiding, Rob touched himself and decided to tell everything.

Only then did he notice that, at some point, a doll had appeared on Bourne's shoulder.

"Strange, why didn't I notice it just now?"

Rob looked at the finely crafted doll curiously. He always felt that the doll's bright black eyes were staring at him.

indeed.

At this moment, Bourne was communicating silently with Notan on his shoulder:

"Notan, are you sure that the cold feeling on the other person is the mark of the dead?"

“Can it be removed?”

“Can positive energy be eliminated?”

"What if I really encounter a ghost? You know, my holy light can only be used when it touches the other party. Aren't ghosts invisible and intangible?"

"Fireball, ice, holy light... Okay, I am obsessed!"

Bourne nodded in understanding.

Coming back to his senses, he looked serious and looked intently at Rob opposite him.

"Rob, what have you done lately? There's something unclean on you!"

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Rob looked down at his clothes, then put his sleeve under his nose and sniffed, confused, "Not clean? Why am I not clean?"

Only then did Bourne realize that there was no other meaning for words like "dirty" or "unclean".

So, he stopped talking nonsense and directly grabbed Rob's right wrist, because according to Notan, the mark of the undead on Rob's body was on his right hand, and it was probably where he first came into contact with the vengeful spirit.

So, in Rob's surprised eyes, Bourne's right hand was glowing with a faint white halo. The halo was so faint that it could not be seen at all from a distance under the sunlight.

But Rob saw it clearly: under the pressure of the light in Bourne's hand, a gray mark appeared on the back of his right hand. This gray mark seemed to have life. Under the pressure of the white light, it pushed up a ping-pong ball-sized bulge on the skin on the back of his hand and rushed left and right inside.

In the end, Bourne used a dinner knife to cut the surface of the bulge, and a small ball of gray mist gushed out of the bulge, exposed to the air, and disappeared without a trace when illuminated by the sunlight outside the glass window. Except for a small cut on the surface of his skin, there was no bulge or wrinkle, as if everything just now was an illusion.

This scene made Rob, who was used to the world, open his mouth in surprise. His eyes were wide open, and his originally tough guy face was now full of humor.

"This, what is this?"

Rob asked in his halting accent.

"You have been targeted by a vengeful ghost, who has marked you. No matter where you are, it can find you."

"Ghost?" Rob's voice trembled even more. "Does this really exist in the world?"

"What do you say?"

Bourne unceremoniously released his hand and consoled him: "I have helped you get rid of it. As long as you don't go to that place again, there should be no problem."

Rob breathed a sigh of relief, but then he became worried about his guys again. However, there was something more important now, which concerned their lives and property.

"This is not the place to talk. I need you to look at something for me. Do you know of a safe place?"

Bourne glanced at Rob with approval. He knew that there were high-definition cameras in most coffee shops in Los Angeles, and many news about Hollywood stars' private dates were discovered by paparazzi from these coffee shops and hotels.

The two men walked out of the cafe and came to a small alley on a back street. Taking advantage of the cover of a trash can at the intersection, Rob took out a large unsealed envelope from his arms and handed it to Bourne.

Bourne shook open the envelope, and several black-and-white photos fell out.

I have to say that the location where the photos were taken is very artistic. Although the ages and skin colors of the men in each photo are different, they are all handsome and fit. The women in the photos are mature and sexy, and they look charming whether they are on the bed, in the bathtub, on the sofa, at the dining table or on the stairs.

"This is……"

Bourne himself is a man of integrity. As for the teachers in this field, he has some understanding of a few Japanese teachers in his previous life, but he does not have many resources as far as the big foreign horses are concerned.

"This is Princess Margaret of Country Y's royal family!"

Rob's tone was very depressed. Anyone who took the initiative to expose his country's ugly deeds to foreigners would feel uncomfortable.

In his heart, he cursed those disgraceful guys in the royal family. So many bodyguards couldn't stop the paparazzi. Were they too incompetent, or were the paparazzi too powerful?

"So, what did you do? Where did these photos come from?" Bourne was still admiring the artistry of the photos. He had no intention of learning from Mr. Edison, he was just appreciating them critically.

"It's a long story." Thinking of his experiences over the past few days, Rob told Bourne with a serious face.

It turned out that after Rob got off Bourne's car that day, he went directly to Los Angeles International Airport to take a flight directly to New York to meet up with Stasa and the others.

Just when he bought his plane ticket and was drinking with two friends in a bar near the airport to kill time while waiting for the flight, he met his ex-girlfriend Marty. Under the influence of alcohol, he was persuaded to take a big order.

The information about the list came from Marty's ex-boyfriend, who was a security consultant for a bank in Los Angeles.

In the past month or two, due to the frequent bank robberies in New York and Los Angeles, two famous financial capitals, the financial sector in the United States has been in turmoil. Affected by this, many banking institutions in the country have upgraded or are about to upgrade their security systems.

The bank where Marty's boyfriend works is one of the banks that is waiting to be upgraded. Along with the security system, the bank's surveillance system is also being upgraded. So in the next week, many cameras in this bank will be out of order.

According to the information Marty obtained, the shareholder structure of this bank is very complex and it has many branches. Its headquarters is located in London. The branch in Los Angeles mainly deals in bills of exchange and safe deposit boxes. It is said that it helps many gangsters keep their shady assets.

Therefore, if you can get those valuables within a week, not only can you minimize the chance of being discovered, you don't have to worry about the owners calling the police, which is a huge profit.

"Well, so you did it?" Bourne raised his eyebrows and glanced at Rob. This guy is really restless!

Rob looked embarrassed, and his shiny scalp was a little red. Apparently, what Byrne said hit the nail on the head. He lowered his head and explained in a dull voice: "I was with two friends at the time. One of them was a frustrated actor, and the other was a poor prop master. They both agreed.

In addition, I also want to earn some funds. My cousin is the deputy captain of a mercenary team. Their mission this time failed, and the whole team was trapped in another place. They urgently need a large sum of money to turn around... and I only received a deposit for my last mission, and I didn’t receive the balance at all. "

Well, poor Rob, even if you can hold on until his employer finishes his action, you probably won’t get the balance, and you’ll most likely get a bullet!

No wonder you dared to come to Los Angeles, a place you were unfamiliar with, to take on the mission alone. It turns out you have acquaintances in the local area, a small team of mercenaries, but you were unlucky and none of them were there, so you came to me.

"Then, how did you plan and implement it?"

"We rented the porcelain shop next to the bank and dug a tunnel through the basement that already existed in the shop."

At this point, Rob suddenly paused. He raised his head abruptly, pointed at the wound on the back of his hand, and shouted, "I know where this thing came from!"