I'm a spy in the film

Not long after the Secret Service Director Jacobs left, Bourne also left to walk around. Only Banning wanted to sit here for a while, because the Treasury Department did not start work until 10: and he was very reluctant to go too early.

However, Banning and Bourne agreed to meet here at six o'clock in the evening, because Banning knew that there was a local restaurant nearby with very good food, and Bourne also wanted to have a good chat with Banning, but the current environment was not a good place for conversation.

On the square in front of the Lincoln Memorial on the southeast side of the White House, Bourne walked slowly along the rectangular reflecting pool. This is where Captain America surpassed the Falcon many times during his morning run.

Although it is still chilly in spring, there are still many tourists here. You can see tourists checking in everywhere. They are in groups of three or five, and most of them are Asians.

Although this was Bourne's first time here, he had seen it many times in TV and movies in his past lives.

I didn't feel that there was anything sacred here, except for the elegant-looking President Lincoln sitting on the white marble seat in the memorial hall right in front of me.

This is one of the few people that Bourne respects in the history of the United States, just because of the great deeds he has done. In contrast, the politicians in the political arena today are so despicable and disgusting.

Not to mention anything else, in just less than an hour from leaving the cafe to finishing his tour of Constitution Park, in Washington, the political center of the U.S. capital, near the White House, Bourne witnessed no less than five thefts!

"This kind of security environment is too bad!"

Bourne shook his head. The first two incidents were close to him, so he alerted the two tourists who were robbed. In the second two incidents, he called the police. In the last incident, he wanted to go over and tell the young Asian tourist with long hair, but when the tourist saw Bourne approaching, he tightened his backpack and left quickly. There were three or four young men with Asian faces and large travel bags who left with him.

This...Bourne was in an awkward situation.

Good people cannot do good things!

I just want to earn some points, is that so difficult?

It’s not that I don’t want to catch the thief, but I don’t have the power to enforce the law here. Not only will the thief I catch be released without guilt, but I might also be taken to the police station.

There is no such word as bravery here!

Walking west along Independence Avenue and passing the Washington Monument, you will find a series of art museums, including the National Museum of American History, the Museum of African Art, the National Museum of Natural History, the National Air and Space Museum, etc., where people with nothing to do can spend days visiting without getting bored.

Further north is the former site of the Department of Justice and the FBI. Deputy Director Lewinster is in a meeting at the Department of Justice. They said they would take him to a place after the meeting, but he has not received a call yet.

I didn't dare to go far, so I had to walk around here. Fortunately, there are many scenic spots here, so it won't be boring. There is just one thing:

Has there been a lot of construction going on in Washington recently? Why are there so many construction sites and vehicles on the streets? If something big happens, won't there be a traffic jam?

Then Bourne shook his head and laughed: This is the capital of the United States, near the White House, what big thing could happen? Who is so bold as to cause trouble in the political center of the world's beacon country? Do you think your life is too long? !

Or rather, traffic has started to get a bit congested.

Before we knew it, it was evening. The traffic on the road began to increase significantly, and long queues of cars gradually formed on the streets.

Bourne received a message from Deputy Director Lewinster, asking him to have a meal and find a place to stay nearby. There were many topics to be discussed at this meeting and they were very urgent. Once the meeting was over, they would immediately set off for that place.

"If I had known I wouldn't have come so early. You've wasted my whole day!"

Bourne walked on the busy street, muttering to himself.

The place he was going to now was a restaurant near the Treasury Building, where he had an appointment with Banning.

For this reason, Banning wanted to introduce his wife to Bourne, but unfortunately the hospital where the other party worked was seeing too many patients that day and he couldn't get away.

But it's only 6:40 now, it's still early, and Banning won't be able to finish the work at hand until 7 o'clock. There's no way, arithmetic is not his forte, his forte is beating people or being beaten.

On the street, four police motorcycles were leading the way, followed by five black cars, heading from Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport to the White House. These were the cars of the President of Country H. Tonight, senior government officials from the United States and H were going to hold consultations at the White House on the issue of North Korean troops being deployed on the border.

This news had been broadcast on TV many times a few days ago, but Bourne was not interested in these politicians because his memories from his previous life told him that although there were many differences between the two worlds, the historical process was roughly the same and no major wars had occurred in the past few years.

However, everything that happened tonight completely overturned Bourne's cognition!

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"Uncle Banning, I'm at the restaurant you mentioned. I'm so hungry. I'd like to eat something first. Do you have any good recommendations?"

Bourne was sitting at his seat reading the holy contract given to him by Father Marcos. When faced with the waitress who had asked him several times if he wanted to order food, he embarrassedly asked her to wait a little longer.

In the office, Banning pushed his chair away impatiently, picked up his phone and saw the message from Bourne. Thinking of the scene of Bourne sitting awkwardly in the restaurant and being surrounded by waiters under the pretext of taking orders, he couldn't help but smile knowingly from the bottom of his heart.

This restaurant is not only famous for its food, but also for the boldness of the waitresses there. After all, Bourne is tall and strong, with a sunny and handsome appearance. It would be strange if he didn't attract girls!

He walked to the window, looking at the White House illuminated by the setting sun in the distance, feeling infinite emotion in his heart: It has only been a few months, but it feels like several years have passed. When can he return to his favorite job!

Suddenly, Banning's eyes focused, and a black dot moving slowly over the no-fly zone on the Potomac River in the distance caught his attention.

He took out a military telescope from his trouser pocket and looked at the black spot through the large glass window of the Ministry of Finance building. He blurted out a curse: "Fuck you!"

He recognized it as an AC130 heavy transport aircraft produced by Lockheed.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of aircraft would never appear over a no-fly zone like Washington DC. Something must have happened that he didn't know about!

Thinking of the meeting between his old friend Benjamin Asher and the President of Country H in the evening, Banning felt a little uneasy. He quickly sent a message to his wife, asking her to go home early, and called the Director of the Secret Service, Jacobs, but it was her secretary who answered the phone and said that Jacobs was in a meeting.

"Damn it!"

Banning ran downstairs in a hurry, not even bothering to say hello to his colleagues on the way, and rushed directly to the street.

In the evening, Washington DC was filled with the breath of life, and there was no scene that was out of place. However, Banning's feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger, prompting him to walk quickly towards the White House.