I'm a spy in the film

Manhattan Bank and Trust, Branch 20, 30 Exchange Street, Uptown, New York.

In the glow of the setting sun, Bourne walked into this bank which was established in 1948. The high steps and magnificent business hall made this bank with a long history look even more simple and elegant. However, the foul smell in the hall ruined this beautiful environment.

"Hmm, what's that smell? It smells so bad!"

Bourne covered his nose. He looked around and found that almost everyone in the hall was covering their noses, and many people were wearing masks.

No wonder the people I met when I entered the door just now were all in a hurry. It turned out that they were all smoked out. But what's going on with this smell? Is the bank toilet overflowing?

Bourne thought maliciously.

He couldn't help but feel bad about this bank, because this was the bank that caused Captain Norton to resign, all because of the joint anger of the banker who lost some important items, the current mayor who lost face, and the female broker who suffered a setback from someone.

Bourne came here today at Captain Norton's request to look for clues, commonly known as finding faults.

But the taste here...why don't I come back another day?

At this moment, a surprised voice suddenly came from the hall:

"Found it, the place with the stinky smell is found!"

A thin man with a big beard, a thick turban on his head, and dressed like the Khsi people, ran up the stairs deep in the hall, shouting, his face full of joy, as if he had discovered not a source of pollution, but treasure?

As he ran into the hall, the stench in the air became stronger. Everyone then realized that he was holding a plastic bag tightly in his hand, and the stench was coming from there.

"Ugh——" multiplied by n

Countless retching sounds were heard in the hall, and of course there were also real vomiting sounds, including that of the brave Ksi warrior who was closest to the source of the pollution.

Oh my god, this smells much more like a biological weapon!

Bourne was the first person to notice the plastic bag containing a black and suspicious object in the Sikh warrior's hand. It only took him a few milliseconds to determine that the thing must be the source of the stench in the hall, most likely a large bag of Olegei. Then, Bourne decisively put oil on his feet, covered his nose and rushed down the stairs, until all six glass doors at the entrance were opened, and a fresh breeze blew on his face. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He looked with sympathy at the people who were vomiting and gasping for breath in the hall, felt the breeze that blew away the nausea, and said silently in his heart: No need to thank me, please call me Lei Feng.

Two hours later, Bourne was sitting in a cafe near his apartment, stirring his coffee with a spoon and sniffing his sleeves.

Thinking back to what happened in the evening, I still feel a little scared. It was just a little bit short. I might have to see a psychiatrist tonight. How could I have the time to ask my senior sister for help in solving Captain Norton’s problem?

But when he thought of the phone call he had made, he felt helpless again:

Woman, your name is arrogance, procrastination, not keeping your word, narrow-minded, black-bellied, unable to accept defeat, a loser...

Didn't I just beat you once? Why did you make me wait here for more than half an hour? Do you still have a sense of time? If I didn't need your help, I would have left long ago!

Alas, when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Humph, when I'm done with you, I'll make you cry and beg for mercy!

"What are you thinking?"

A sudden female voice beside him woke Bourne from his reverie. He looked up and saw it was his senior sister Chen Ying.

At this moment, she was still dressed the same way, black windbreaker, black pants, black high heels, all in black. Humph, a tomboy, a tomboy that no one wants!

"Hey, what bad things are you thinking about?"

Chen Ying sat down opposite Bourne, took a big sip of water, and said unhappily:

"I've been working overtime at the bureau to find the information you want. What's wrong with asking you to wait a while?"

"No, I'm not, I didn't!" Bourne quickly denied it three times.

"Come on, you men's thoughts are written on your faces. Do you think you can hide it from my junior brother?"

Chen Ying looked at him with a mocking look. Bourne wanted to refute her with disdain, but considering the stack of information in her hand, he decided not to bother with her.

Talk about it later.

"Here, the information you asked for!" Chen Ying slammed the folder on the table and said, "Look at it first. I'll order something to eat. I'm starving!"

Bourne took the information and looked through it carefully.

After ordering the dishes, Chen Ying saw that Bourne was frowning, and asked in confusion:

“It’s been so long since the Manhattan Bank case, what are you still investigating?

There is no owner, no criminal suspect, a report was made but then withdrawn. It is best not to touch this kind of case that obviously involves inside information and is very complicated. You might offend some person or force, and the loss will outweigh the gain!

You better stop here!"

Without even looking up, Bourne said, "A senior in the bureau who took good care of me was forced to resign because of this case. I went to see him a few days ago, and he—"

Bourne paused and wanted to say that he had joined the Continental Hotel, but after thinking for a moment, he said, "He lost his job and even his compensation was mostly withheld. He didn't regret it, but he wanted to know who the leader of the robbers in this case was!"

Chen Ying jokingly said with a serious expression: "Then you may have really caught him by accident this time!"

Bourne raised his head and said, "What do you mean by stumbling upon something by accident? I found this out by doing a field investigation, didn't I? You just can't stand the fact that someone is better at investigating a case than you are!"

"What did you say!" Chen Ying angrily slapped the table with his palm, making a "bang" sound. The customers dining at the surrounding tables started and looked over here. Even the waiter who was far away at the door looked over here to see if there was a quarrel.

Chen Ying lowered her head in shame and anger to avoid everyone's gaze. Her curved eyebrows trembled with anger. She whispered to Bourne, "You did it on purpose!"

After saying that, he ignored Bourne and started to devour the steak that the waiter had just brought.

"Is it this person?"

Bourne picked up a sketch from the file and muttered to himself.

The sketch was of a man's face wearing a baseball cap and his eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses.

The sketch was signed "Fraser," and was presumably the work of Keith Fraser, the black sheriff who was promoted because of this case.

After reading two more pages, Bourne said with certainty, "It's definitely him. It turns out he really did hide in the bank's storage room for a week. The bag of stuff he found today is his..."

Bourne paused, afraid he would retch if he continued.

Before coming to the cafe today, he went home to take a shower. For the first time ever, he took half an hour to shower and used up a whole bar of soap. He also put the clothes he wore to the bank into a plastic bag and threw them away!

"Yes, I thought so too. So you are really lucky. You happened to see the bag burst and the smell came out. If you went to the bank a few days earlier or later, you probably wouldn't have found anything."

Bourne agreed with this. Who would have thought that a group of bank robbers, in addition to blending in with the hostages to escape, actually used small pieces of wood in the bank's storage room to create a small secret room of about 3 square meters between the shelves and the wall.

The gang leader hid in this secret room for seven whole days until the case was settled because the reporter (the bank) withdrew the lawsuit. Then he came out of the secret room and walked out of the bank in a swagger.

"Genius idea, crazy move!"

Bourne commented.

"Yes, I think so too."

Chen Ying nodded in agreement, but she said a little disappointedly: "But colleagues from the bureau who went to check the scene said that it was just a prank by a carrot-loving decorator when the bank was renovating last winter, because they found a few shriveled carrots there.

As for the things in the bag, they were put there deliberately by an employee of the bank because the boss of the bank is a miser and the employees don’t like him.”

"What a bunch of idiots! No wonder half of the bank robberies last year have not been solved yet. If it weren't for your FBI, I don't think we would be able to solve even one-tenth of the cases if we were the police department alone."

You are really self-aware!

Bourne looked at her in surprise, and this look made Chen Ying's forehead veins throb. What a rude person! I will definitely beat you up later!

She made up her mind!

“Dalton Russell, from England, used to go by the alias Mr. Smith. He has listings on the dark web and in mainland hotels. He’s also a top killer!

Haha, characteristics: accurate shooting, good at setting up traps, moral cleanliness? Loves to eat carrots? "

Bourne was a little puzzled. He swiped his mobile phone and widened his eyes in disbelief. This was the phone issued by the bureau, and the information he checked was from the bureau's database. How could the content be the same as that of a gossip tabloid?

Gold medal killer, love carrots?

It would be more convincing to say that he is Popeye who loves to eat spinach!

But when he saw the last line, his eyes became sharp again, because it said: "Defense Intelligence Agency. Suspected to be the son of Clay Weires, the Deputy Director of Security of the Defense Intelligence Agency."

Haha, you really are an insider!