I'm a spy in the film

"Banning, Banning! How do you feel!"

"Banning, I apologize to you. I shouldn't have laughed at you this morning!"

"Don't say that. Benning won't take it to heart. Just let him beat you up in the boxing ring later!"

"Uncle Banning, are you feeling better?"

"Meow-"

Hey, something strange has sneaked in!

Banning woke up from his splitting headache and felt a swarm of flies buzzing in his ears. He opened his eyes and saw several large, pitch-black faces that were almost sticking to his face!

What the hell!

He suddenly tried to stand up with a somersault, but failed. His waist, which had remained strong for forty years, betrayed his will today and it hurt a lot.

Fortunately, he still has feeling in his limbs, and is not disabled. It is even more impossible for him to be paralyzed from the waist down, because his family...

Far away.

"How is this going?"

When Banning opened his mouth, his hoarse voice startled himself.

"There was a plane crash, an explosion, and you were buried in the rubble. We just dug you out." Bourne held Banning's wrist, feeling his pulse while briefly answering his questions.

Oh!

As consciousness gradually becomes clearer, more memories are gradually recalled.

After he separated from Bourne, he was discovered by the enemy as soon as he reached the stairs leading to the rooftop on the east side. The fierce exchange of fire also attracted a patrol team, and they were attacked from both the front and back.

Just as he was struggling to hold on, the office downstairs exploded.

Fortunately, several enemies were killed or injured in the explosion, but unfortunately he was also blown away by the shock wave.

Just as he was struggling to get up, finishing shooting the enemies on the ground and preparing to take another staircase to the rooftop again, a helicopter crashed and collapsed the ceiling, causing a chain reaction that buried him in the rubble.

Thinking back to the previous battle, Banning looked at Bourne hurriedly: "How did the battle turn out?"

"There were six helicopters, five crashed, and only two sets of air defense equipment were destroyed. Because we were not sure whether there were other air defense weapons, the last one also retreated!" Bourne replied. What he did not tell everyone was that the two sets of air defense equipment that were destroyed were his work. The team sent by the military did not play any role except attracting enemy firepower.

"How could this happen?" Banning muttered to himself, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Although everyone present had already learned the outcome of the incident from Bourne, when they heard the news again, they could not hide the disappointment on their faces.

However, Banning was silent for only a few seconds before he asked again in a hoarse voice: "How long has it been since the battle ended?"

"Five minutes!" Bourne answered again, "I found your watch on your hand first, and it took me some time to dig you out!"

"Have you contacted them? How's the situation?"

Benning struggled to sit up, and Bourne quickly helped him sit up and leaned against the wall.

"I have contacted him. Jacobs said that the Speaker of the House of Representatives has issued an order to recall the fleet and the troops stationed in H."

"Give me the phone. I want to call the Speaker."

"You--" Tim hesitated and turned to look at Roma lying on the ground.

Roma was looking over here and said seriously, "Banning, promise you won't quarrel with the Speaker again!"

Banning waved his hands, but seeing the doubtful expressions on everyone's faces, he said helplessly, "I promise!"

took the call,

……,

"We are talking about the safety of the president of the United States."

“We’re talking about something more serious than that, sir!

You are the Acting President and we are your only chance!"

"Okay, I'll give you 20 minutes!"

……

"Did you hear that? There was no quarrel. We were given 20 minutes." Putting down the phone, Banning sighed helplessly.

Although he didn't say it out loud, everyone could see the smug smile on Banning's face. "You must believe in my persuasiveness, right? My mother always said that I was the best at persuasion when I was a child!"

Yes, he was really proud of himself for successfully convincing a high-ranking official to hand over a major event that would affect the national political situation to him for twenty minutes.

Seeing his Versailles expression, everyone pretended to be nauseous and vomit. Only Roma, an honest man, asked:

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll call that ginger guy. Believe me, it's easy to piss him off. It only takes a few minutes to make him jump up and down like his butt is on fire." Benning said lightly, but no one laughed. Their eyes were on him.

"Then," Banning's voice became serious and his volume was lowered, "I know these terrorists. They are all arrogant guys. They will definitely not swallow this breath and want to prove themselves. Here, the best proof is to execute a senior American official in front of reporters from all over the world in front of the White House. This is our chance!"

"You mean," Bourne mused, "we ambush and destroy them? But there must be some remnants in the bunker."

"No, no, no," Banning shook a finger and said, "We drive them away and follow them into the bunker!"

"This is impossible!" Roma shouted excitedly, "The only way to enter the bunker is through a specific elevator. We..."

"No, not us, just me and Bourne. We'll change into each other's clothes, and Bourne knows H-slang!"

"No, this is too dangerous!" Roma still strongly objected!

Bourne said weakly, "Can I object?"

Banning glared at him and shouted, "If you're not afraid of being targeted by that woman in Lewinster, just be a deserter!"

Bourne had no choice but to point to his still bleeding abdomen and explained, "No, Uncle Banning, you misunderstood. What I meant is, with your current physical condition, can you still sustain a fierce battle?"

Banning gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I can still hold on. You have to believe in the willpower of a veteran. It's too dangerous for you to go alone!"

"No, Uncle Banning!" Bourne retorted, "You have injuries on your body, which cannot be concealed from the enemy and will be easily interrogated, but you can't speak H language, which will undoubtedly increase the risk of exposure. On the contrary, if I am alone, the probability of exposure will be much smaller. In addition, you can continue to provoke the bandit leader outside and attract his attention, right?"

Everyone present was staring at the two people arguing in amazement, as if they were not fighting for a very risky and suicidal mission, but some extremely good job.

Banning was easy to deal with. Everyone knew him. He was a man with a strong sense of honor and responsibility. In addition, he had a long-standing relationship with the current President Benjamin Asher, so everyone was not surprised except for being worried about the plan he proposed. However, it was quite surprising that this young FBI agent was willing to do it.

Are all young people today so patriotic?

Of course not, Bourne knew his own suffering and he had no choice!

Two of the three codes of Cerberus have been entered. Although the President, who knows the third code, is determined and no longer has to worry about his only son Connor, some dark means cannot be resisted by human willpower.

For example, Bourne himself knew that there were at least seven kinds of drugs in the bureau that could make people reveal their deepest secrets without realizing it.

However, these drugs have serious side effects, and people who have used them either die or become disabled, so each use of these drugs must go through layers of approval.

But will those terrorists be stingy with the President's health? Definitely not!

Even if the President has taken some medicine and can withstand it, doesn't the other party have accomplices on the magic side?

Werewolves, vampires, and beast girls have all appeared, so it’s not impossible for a wizard who can perform mental magic to appear, right?

Even if not, this group of terrorists stayed in the bunker for several hours. If they had a hacker expert who could decipher the third set of codes, Bourne would not be surprised at all.

In short, it is very likely that the other party has mastered the third set of codes. The reason why the other party has dragged on for so long is definitely not to wait for the United States to withdraw its fleet and troops stationed in the United States, but for other purposes, and this purpose is most likely to - escape?

How else to explain the lingering sense of crisis caused by the needle prick at the center of the eyebrows?

Through the system, Bourne could vaguely sense the will of this heaven - resolve this crisis and write off the debt!

It seems that God doesn't want the other party to succeed. After all, if the Hellhound is activated at this time and all the nuclear bombs are detonated in the launch silos, not to mention how many people will die, no one knows how many will be left in the American continent?

As for the nuclear pollution floating in the atmosphere, what will it bring to the earth? Nuclear winter? Will human civilization regress hundreds of years?

No matter what others do, Bourne himself will not allow such a thing to happen!

This may be another meaning of "Every man is responsible for the fate of his country"!