I'm a spy in the film

"According to our newspaper, the vehicle that was hijacked by the granddaughter of the Speaker of the House of Representatives was recovered by law enforcement today. At noon on the 9th, when the Secret Service agent who was protecting Naomi Bull, the granddaughter of the Speaker of the House of Representatives, was out with her, three suspects tried to break into a Secret Service vehicle. The agent immediately fired a warning shot, and the three suspects fled the scene..."

"...The trend of increasingly violent crime in Washington, DC remains difficult to curb. On the evening of the 11th, an FBI agent was robbed at gunpoint while driving in the city's downtown area... Our society is becoming increasingly unsafe."

"...This carjacking is the latest in a surge of violent carjackings in Washington this year. Since the second half of last year, there have been more than 1200 carjackings in Washington, an increase of 135% over the first half of the year..."

"…On the 2nd of last month, Congressman John Cuellar was robbed at gunpoint by three robbers near the Capitol. Earlier, a diplomat from Kutimenstan was also carjacked in Washington. These cases are the latest examples of the deteriorating public security in Washington and the onslaught of crime on the verge of getting out of control.…"

Bourne shook the newspaper, unable to imagine that he had just picked up the restaurant subscription for diners to read for free, and the front page of the largest local newspaper, The Washington Post, was full of news criticizing the government and involving the Speaker of the House of Representatives.

Alas, the American people are living in dire straits. China is still better and safer!

Bourne was deeply thinking about profound social issues and did not notice that two special guests walked into the restaurant.

This restaurant is located near the White House. It is the preferred breakfast spot for many civil servants working in the Treasury Department and the White House, and it has a considerable flow of people.

Because Bourne arrived early, he was fortunate enough to occupy a table next to the window. In order to be able to enjoy the beautiful view of the White House outside the window at any time, Bourne chose to face the window and reserved the booth by the window.

However, he was buried in the newspaper at that time and did not notice that a man and a woman were sitting in the seats opposite him.

"The President of Country H will be here this afternoon, and you will be busy again." said a thick and deep baritone.

A middle-aged female voice answered him, her pronunciation was clear and her speech was steady: "Yes, it has always been like this. But with Roma here, I don't have to worry a lot."

"What do you think of this meeting, Jacobs?" the baritone asked.

"You know, I can't express my opinion casually on this matter!" The woman's voice suddenly dropped, but her momentum rose sharply, and her voice was quite stern.

"OK, it's my fault!" The white man decisively admitted his mistake, took a sip of coffee and said no more.

"It's always like this, Banning. You shouldn't have answered the Speaker's question like that last time." The woman's voice softened a little, but she still had some blame in her voice.

"Yes, yes, I know, I won't answer next time!" The man said angrily, but he had eaten a piece of dessert, so his voice was a little unclear.

"Uncle Banning!" Bourne put down the newspaper and exclaimed in surprise.

"Bourne!"

Banning looked at the young boy sitting diagonally opposite him in surprise. He was wearing a black suit and originally thought he was a civil servant working in a nearby government agency, but he didn't expect that he was an acquaintance.

However, because he was swallowing, Banning choked and quickly poured half a cup of coffee into his mouth before he could swallow the snack.

"Ahem, Bourne, why are you here so early?" Banning asked, without any intention of introducing the people around him.

Bourne glanced at a black woman sitting in the corner of the booth to the right of Banning, who was reading a newspaper seriously. The woman was in her forties or fifties, with neat short hair, a pink shirt, a black business suit, a serious expression, and an aura of superiority.

If Bourne had not heard her conversation with Banning before, and if this woman had not glanced at him secretly just now, he would have really thought that this person was also a guest sharing the table!

But since Banning didn't introduce him, Bourne wouldn't ask any more questions.

"The deputy director came to Washington to report on his work and brought me here to see the world. I wandered over here and saw that this store was quite crowded, so I came in to sit down."

Bourne put down the newspaper in his hand and said seriously.

"Lewinster, she's coming to Washington too?!"

Banning looked thoughtful and didn't say anything. The black woman next to him nodded slightly. It was unclear whether she had read some news in the newspaper or...

"Hello, Director Jacobs!" a voice sounded from far behind Bourne.

"Good morning!" The black woman nodded without putting down the newspaper.

"How are you doing, brother?" the voice greeted Banning again.

"Hello, Roma!" Banning shook the man's outstretched right hand, obviously an acquaintance.

The visitor was a tall, ruddy, middle-aged white man in an ordinary white shirt and black suit. But Bourne noticed that he had a badge with the words "USSECRET SERVICE" printed on it on his waist. Behind him, there were four or five other people wearing the same clothes and badges.

"These people are from the Secret Service who are in charge of the White House secret service! They are also the Presidential Guard!" Bourne suddenly understood.

The White House Secret Service agent named Roma was very friendly to Banning, but a black newcomer behind him wearing the same uniform and badge was not so polite. When Roma introduced Banning to him, he actually said:

"Is this the guy who swore at the Speaker?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present except Benning changed their expressions. The woman sitting opposite Bourne even put away her newspaper and stared at the uninvited guests and said unceremoniously:

"Don't you have anywhere to go?"

"Yes, ma'am!" times N

This group of presidential guards fled as if they had been pardoned. Before leaving, Roma did not forget to invite Banning to attend the party this Thursday. Banning smiled and agreed.

"Feeling better?" the black woman asked without raising her head as she looked down at the message on her phone.

"No, I want to get back to the team. The desk at the Ministry of Finance is killing me."

Banning took a sip of coffee with a depressed look on his face. He smiled awkwardly at Bourne and turned to look at his former companion outside the window, feeling an unknown feeling in his heart.

Suddenly, he froze in his tracks, and slowly turned to look at Bourne, his eyes sparkling as he said with certainty:

"That person is you, Bourne!"

This sudden remark left the other two people present confused. Bourne didn't know who Banning was talking about, and the black woman put away her phone and was about to leave. After all, she had a good relationship with Banning. But to Bourne opposite him, he was just a young man who had just graduated from school, and it was not worth her, the director of the Secret Service, to know his name.

However, Banning's next words made her give up the idea of ​​leaving immediately.

"You were the one who set off that fireball!" Banning was very sure. "I saw you set off that kind of fireball on the hill behind Kent Military Academy. Your deputy director was there at the time!"

"What!" Bourne was shocked.

I didn't expect to be exposed so early, and to two people at the same time!

"No, no, it wasn't me!" Bourne quickly denied it three times.

"I've seen your battle video. The last move was amazing!"

Bourne held his forehead with his hand helplessly, knowing that even though he was wearing the mask provided by Scarlett at the time, the shooting moves specially trained by the FBI would definitely not be hidden from anyone with intentions.

What's more, the fact that he was sent by Deputy Director Lewinster to carry out the mission was already traceable in the FBI agents' action records. This was no secret to those big guys and well-informed people like Banning.

"Haha," Banning laughed, "At first I didn't know it was you, I just thought your figure looked familiar, but the action when you fired the fireball at the end... hehe"

Banning didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear: Hey boy, stop pretending, I see through it!

However, seeing Bourne's shocked expression, Banning smiled unkindly: "Don't be surprised, it was your deputy director who asked me not to tell you, but I think it won't be long before we don't have to keep it secret anymore!"

"Bourne, have you ever thought about changing departments?"

The black woman next to them suddenly interrupted the conversation between Banning and the other man.

"Linne Jacobs, Secret Service!" the black woman introduced herself.

"Your performance in the video was very good, especially the last one. To be honest, it was scary, but the effect was very good. Our Secret Service needs young blood like you. How about coming to the Secret Service? As long as you agree, I will take care of all the procedures."

Jacobs looked at Bourne with a gentle smile and sincere eyes.

"Hey, Jacobs, are you trying to pry someone from Lewinster?"

"Really? Then she is really honored to let me pry her away personally!" Jacobs raised his eyebrows and glanced at Banning.

"Think about it carefully, Bourne. I hope you can call me sir when we meet next time!" Jacobs stood up and walked towards the door.

Only Bourne and Banning were left standing there, staring at each other.