I'm a spy in the film

It was eight o'clock in the evening. At an abandoned factory in northeast Queens, Bourne stood next to a black SUV with three unconscious people lying at his feet.

One had a police badge on his waist and a pool of blood on his chest;

One had his lips sealed and his hands and feet tied tightly;

There's another one with a pistol nailed to each hand, uh, it's Miles.

Bourne is waiting for his contact, a government undercover agent planted in Skimley.

But now it seems that the contact person is a lady, because she is late - half an hour!

When Bourne saw the appearance of the latecomer, his first reaction was not surprise but vigilance, because this person was Skim's number one thug - Nichols.

Is Nichols one of us?

Bourne's face was filled with shock, but Nicholas on the opposite side could not see it. What she saw was a gangster standing in the dim light in the middle of the road, wearing a robber's mask and with flickering eyes.

Nicole herself is 165cm tall, and more than meters tall when wearing those pointed high heels, but the guy opposite is obviously a head taller than her.

Even though he was wearing simple and common jeans and a grey sweatshirt, the loose sweatshirt looked fitted to him, especially the bulging areas around his arms. It couldn't be that the clothes were too thickly padded.

More importantly, the other person had an imposing aura that was not at all what a college student who had just graduated should have.

"You say this thug studied law and mathematics? Leverster, you liar!"

Captain Scarlett O'Hara, now known as Nichols, complained in her heart and walked forward slowly.

Her high heels stepped on the hard concrete floor, making a crisp clicking sound, which was particularly clear in this quiet factory.

Psychological tactics are Scarlett's specialty, but it didn't work today. The other party didn't move, his eyelids were half closed, and he seemed to be half asleep.

"Ah!"

Scarlett suddenly exerted force with her legs and kicked towards Bourne, but she missed and was kicked in the buttocks instead. She staggered forward a few steps involuntarily before she steady herself.

A trace of shame and anger flashed in Scarlett's eyes, and she threw her sleeves downwards, and two matte black batons appeared in her hands.

The next moment, he raised the baton in his right hand high and hit Bourne, but his left hand insidiously held the baton in the backhand, hidden at his side, ready to give Bourne a fierce blow at any time.

"You little bastard, you dare to kick my ass? You can't even open the parachute cord. Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of Lewinster!"

She pounced on Bourne and smashed the baton down on his head with a loud bang.

But the attack missed, and at the same time, his right hip sank and something caught up with it. It was a foot!

Before Scarlett could understand what was happening, she felt a huge force and lost her balance, falling to the left.

"Damn it, he kicked me again!"

Scarlett's face was full of anger, but her body reacted quickly. She rolled on the spot, not only avoiding the opponent's pursuit, but also adjusting her posture and standing up as quickly as possible to defend...

The other party didn't move!

Asshole, how dare you make fun of me!

Scarlett's chest rose and fell violently with anger, but the other party's eyes did not change at all, no, there was a hint of teasing!

So angry!

If you fight, you cannot win because the opponent is elusive; if you seduce, the opponent will think you are a clown.

Then give the other party some technological life.

No one knew where Scarlett pressed her forehead, but a pair of high-tech yellow transparent goggles appeared out of thin air, covering Scarlett's eyes and preventing Bourne from seeing her eyes. However, through these glasses, Scarlett's night vision ability was greatly enhanced, and the chip hidden in the glasses could be used to continuously scan the surrounding scenes.

this--

Bourne's expression became solemn, not only because of the sudden appearance of the other party's glasses, but also because of the pair of batons in his hands.

It was ordinary at first, but now a small blue arc appeared on the stick. Bourne didn't think it was a special effect or decoration. If it hit his body, he would probably lose his combat effectiveness instantly!

You must not let this thing hit you.

"Clap."

There was a slight noise coming from the unconscious trio. Perhaps someone was about to wake up, and their limbs moved unconsciously. This movement was like the sound of a starting gun, and Bourne and Scarlett moved at the same time.

Both of them were attacking, but the difference was that the short and slender Scarlett moved with great force, swinging the two batons in her hands that flashed with blue arcs with great vigor, not seeking to hit hard, but only to hit accurately;

The tall and burly Bourne moved like a ghost, circling Scarlett back and forth, never staying in the same place for more than a second. His legs ran as fast as lightning, and he only occasionally kicked Scarlett's wrist to try to remove her weapon.

Scarlett soon discovered this intention, and she immediately restrained her movements, swinging the baton tightly and firmly protecting her upper body.

But it was useless. Bourne flashed behind Scarlett and kicked her on the tailbone again.

The kick came suddenly, and Bourne used 80% of his strength, kicking Scarlett, who was caught off guard, forward and fell flat on her face. The two batons also slipped out of his hands and fell far out of reach.

Bourne wanted to press on, but:

"That's enough, Bourne!"

Scarlett shouted angrily, "Don't go too far. I'm just testing your skills. That's enough. I recognize your strength!"

You can fight when you want and stop when you want?

I'm not your boyfriend who's going to spoil you. I'll beat you up first. Anyway, we haven't officially met yet, so I'll pretend I don't know. At worst, I can change my clothes and meet again later.

However, Scarlett, as a senior talent specially recruited by General York into the special forces, had an IQ of 150, so she could naturally see the meaning of the fierce light in Bourne's eyes, so she surrendered immediately and said quickly:

"I surrender! I know you are Bernie Lee. When I first arrived, I sent your location information to your phone and retrieved your movement trajectory and camera images to confirm that it was you!"

These words were spoken quickly and urgently, but the pronunciation was clear, which made Bourne's originally aggressive movements come to a standstill.

It turns out that I can’t hide it, so I won’t pretend anymore!

Bourne took off his hood, smiled and stretched out his right hand to Scarlett who was lying on the ground: "Hello, lady, what should I call you?"

Seeing Bourne smiling but without any emotion in his eyes, Scarlett knew that he did not completely believe her, so she took out a fingernail-sized chip from the rivet of her punk-style leather jacket and handed it to Bourne:

"My identity chip can be read using the mobile phone in your bureau. It can read my information."

After saying that, he ignored Bourne, stood up and brushed off the dust on his body.

When she fell just now, she landed flat on her back with her chest on the ground. If she wasn't strong, her ribs would have been broken.

Scarlett O'Hara, directly under the Ministry of Defense, GIJOE, a specially trained special suicide squad, Captain!

"The identity is correct, but your face..."

Bourne frowned. The Scarlett shown on the phone clearly had long burgundy hair and her appearance was slightly different.

Scarlett rolled her eyes and pinched a small piece of skin on her cheek with her fingers. In Bourne's surprised eyes, the skin was pulled up, just like the bare leg artifact worn by a girl in winter being mistaken for real skin by otakus——

"Human skin mask!" Bourne said in shock. "You are wearing a human skin mask!"

"What human skin, mask?" Scarlett said unhappily, "This is a nano-simulation mask, a product of the latest research."

As she said this she went back to her car and when she came back she was carrying a black suitcase in her hand.

"This is yours, take it."

Bourne opened the suitcase and found a facial mask inside. It had eyebrows and a beard. Judging from the outline, it should be -

"Miles?!"

"That's right!" Scarlett said seriously, "The goal of tonight's operation is to destroy Skim, but the executors cannot be me from the USSS and you from the FBI, so we must be Miles and Nichols on the surveillance video, at least before we kill Victor."

"But our bodies!"

Bourne was a little dumbfounded. He couldn't help but look at Miles on the ground, then at Scarlett, meaning:

This guy is not even as tall as you, but I'm leaning against his face and yet I've grown 30 centimeters taller. Do you think the audience on the other side of the monitor are blind?

Apparently understanding Bourne's look, Scarlett explained, "Don't worry about that. We have taken over Skim's external network system. Tonight is mainly a test on you. Eliminating Skim is just a side effect. They are no longer useful. All content played on the platform will be delayed, and our technicians will shrink your size."

"Well, get ready and go!"