I'm a spy in the film

Just as Bourne was wondering whether he should make a phone call to ask, the cell phone in his arms rang. It was the one issued by the bureau.

The caller ID was marked with an asterisk, indicating that the other party's level was much higher than Bourne's. After pressing the call button, Deputy Director Lewinster's magnetic voice came out of the microphone.

"Have you verified the authenticity of the information you sent?"

This sudden question made Bourne stunned, and then he realized what Deputy Director Lewinster meant, so he quickly replied: "Not yet, do you need me to confirm it now?"

"Go and confirm it right away, and get back to me once you've confirmed it!"

After hanging up the phone, Bourne was still confused. What happened? How did Deputy Director Lewinster know? Did Black Joe tell her?

Bourne walked towards the airport lobby while thinking. After a while, he returned to the headquarters carrying a large travel backpack. He found an interrogation room converted from an office, turned off the camera, opened the backpack, and began to check the contents of the envelopes one by one.

There were many photos and they were in a messy order. Bourne took a lot of effort to sort them out. He numbered the envelopes and photos, and made a table to record the contents of the envelopes in order.

After comparing all the photos, Bourne realized that more than two hours had passed.

"Huh, I didn't expect organizing information could be such a tiring job. I really don't know what kind of life those colleagues in the bureau who are responsible for forensics live every day!" Bourne sighed, stood up and stretched, planning to get a cup of coffee to moisten his throat.

But before he could make any move, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open, and a woman who was unexpected by Bourne walked in. Seeing this person, Bourne's words became a little stuttering:

"Lai, Deputy Director Lewinster, why are you here?"

The visitor was Levi Strauss, deputy director of the FBI's New York branch. She was wearing a dark blue suit and red high heels.

Ignoring Bourne, she walked straight to where Bourne had just sat and began to look through the documents in her backpack. Seeing the contents and order of Bourne's registration on the table, Deputy Director Lewinster did not speak, but nodded slightly.

Deputy Director Lewinster looked quickly but carefully. She glanced at most of the contents of the envelopes, only occasionally taking out a few and putting them aside.

There were only five envelopes, and Deputy Director Lewinster had hardly touched the contents inside.

Bourne didn't care. He turned his back to the other party. The above were all the images that Zatan sent to him in real time, until a voice came from behind: "Okay, Bourne, you go out and wait for a while, I need to make a few calls!"

Bourne then nodded and walked out of the interrogation room without looking back.

What Bourne didn't know was that as soon as he closed the door, Deputy Director Lewinster could no longer suppress the smile on her face. If she wasn't afraid of being heard, she really wanted to laugh out loud. Previously, she was thinking about how many chips she needed to make that person reach a consensus. Now that she had these things, was she still worried that the stubborn old man would not give in?

Humph, even if you don't agree, your allies will force you to agree!

Thinking about how to put it, Deputy Director Lewinster picked up the few photos and paper documents she had just pulled out, her brows furrowed, and the smile on her lips turned into a sneer: MI6, Mossad, KGB, and those dark forces that are not allowed to see the light, humph, if I don't make you bleed this time, you don't know your position!

Of course, Bourne didn't know that his boss's boss's boss was planning a series of PY transactions, but he knew that the things Rob got might have some "information". Fortunately, these things were handed over to the FBI's own people, otherwise, the people and forces behind the information would never let Rob and his gang go.

……

“So, that’s what happened!”

Bourne swirled the glass in his hand, watching the red wine leave marks on the wall of the glass.

I have to say, this wine tastes really good, it's soft on the palate and leaves a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth after drinking it, it's worthy of being the private collection of this bar owner. If it weren't for Rob, I don't know how much money Bourne would have to spend to drink such wine, and it might not even be authentic.

"Is it that simple? All I have to do is wait for news?"

Rob, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't believe his ears. To him, those documents that looked like time bombs were handed over to the young FBI agent in front of him. In just one day, the young agent solved all the criminal records of several of them and relieved their worries.

"As for your companions who died, there's nothing we can do. At most, the police system will define it as 'manslaughter', but don't even think about compensation or investigation!"

Bourne shook his head to sober himself up. The food and drinks in this bar were good, but there were too many smokers, and they were all big men. Although Bourne was not afraid of trouble, he would never take the initiative to cause trouble. Besides, there was an exhaust fan above where they were sitting, so Bourne decided to endure it and pass it by.

Rob was silent, but he knew that this was the best outcome, and they were not without gain. At least no one would come to ask for the cash and jewelry, which could be considered a kind of compensation for them.

not to mention……

"By the way, although we have reached an agreement with MI6 and have granted you and your friends a pardon, you should not go back in the next few years. After all, their reputation..."

Bourne didn't say anything else, but Rob understood what he meant. To abandon a person after he has done his job and to turn his back on one's deeds is not just a characteristic of a certain country or a certain family, but a common characteristic of all intelligence agencies around the world. So, after helping Stasa to get revenge, it would be better for him to find someone to hold his ground against. Recently, an ocean research company found him and wanted to hire him as a diving instructor. What was their name?

By the way, it’s called the Wanming Whale Spirit Research Institute. The investors seem to be from China, but the managers are from the United States.

The information from China is too isolated, so it’s better to ask Yin Yang, he seems to be from China.

A dart game was going on on the other side of the bar. A dozen burly, shirtless men were there, laughing from time to time. Next to them, there were a few spectators standing or sitting, all of them were men, but most of them were Asians and Hispanics.

Rob sent a text message, and soon a short Asian man who was originally sitting on the barrel rack jumped down and walked towards this side. He was about 30 or 40 years old, wearing a baseball cap and holding a half-full bottle of beer in his hand.

"Hey, Rob, what do you want to ask?"

The Asian man sat down on the stool next to Rob, looked at Bourne curiously and gave a friendly smile.

Rob leaned over and put his arm around the Asian man's shoulders, introducing him enthusiastically, "This is my brother's good friend Yin Yang, a Chinese," he pointed to the other side, "Bourne, an FBI agent in New York. If he hadn't helped me this time, I might have to live a life of escape now! A very reliable guy!"

Hearing the word "Celestial Empire", Bourne's slightly tipsy brain suddenly came to his senses. He smiled and nodded, looking at the Asian man.

However, this glance almost made him choke on the wine in his mouth.

Isn't this the bodyguard of Zhongnanhai? Why is he called Yin Yang when he came to the United States...

Bourne looked around the bar in a daze. After a closer look, he actually found a lot of "familiar faces" here: the nation's good father-in-law Rocky, the most intelligent fighting champion Lundgren, and of course, the Zhongnanhai bodyguard "Yin Yang" in front of him.

Oh my god, have I strayed into the set of a terrorist blockbuster? What are these tough guys from the movies doing in this tiny bar? Is there any blockbuster starring a group of tough guys on screen?

Bourne suddenly lost his composure. He pretended to look at his watch, stood up, took out a few documents from his pocket and placed them on the table.

"Rob, this is an anonymous pardon document issued by the Y country government. There are five copies in total. You can fill in anyone's name, but this thing is numbered, so you'd better be careful when using it! My flight is about to arrive, so I have to leave now."

After saying that, he nodded to the two people who were still sitting in their seats and left, leaving behind a confused Rob and a smiling Yin Yang.

After a while, Rob looked at Yin Yang's still smiling face in confusion and asked, "Yin Yang, is it an illusion? Why do I feel like he is a little afraid of you?"

Yin Yang smiled and shook his head, tilted his head back to drink the last sip of wine, and burped.

He saw the changes in the young agent's expression just now. It was obvious that he recognized him and the few people over there, but what did that somewhat frightened expression at the end mean?

We are mercenaries, not murderers. Why are you afraid of us?

Or is there something we don't know?

I'll have to talk to Barney about this later and see if his 'friends' in the government have any news!