I'm a spy in the film

At this time, everyone in the Pentagon's crisis office was in despair.

In less than two minutes, all intercontinental missile silos will explode, detonating the nuclear bombs stored there.

By then, the entire United States will usher in a terrible nuclear winter, and destruction will be imminent!

"Oh, God!"

Thinking of the horrible scene that was about to happen, everyone's face turned pale.

They have all given up. Now it seems that Banning's so-called last-ditch plan is nothing more than a sugar pill to comfort everyone. No one would think that a miracle can happen at this point!

“If I had known..., I would have..." is the voice of many people at this moment. If it were not for the professional qualities cultivated over the years, I am afraid that some people would cry bitterly!

Suddenly, a young, strange yet familiar voice rang out in the dull hall. The voice was a little hoarse and the tone was very urgent:

"I'm Bourne. Mr. President is injured but still alive. How do I turn this thing off? The countdown keeps going. There's still one minute left!"

This time there was no distortion from the satellite phone, and Bourne's clear voice reached the ears of everyone present.

Chief of Staff General Craig almost flew to the intercom and shouted, "Find the control panel that says "Cancel". Find that panel!"

"Found it, what to do!"

The sweat on Bourne's head kept flowing down his temples, his fingers were trembling with nervousness, and the fate of the world now depended on his thoughts.

Several staff members almost ran out and ran back carrying a password box. This password box was the famous nuclear football (a briefcase for nuclear weapon control).

House Speaker Burr quickly opened the box and handed the irrecoverable plastic plate (commonly known as a cookie) containing the password to NSA Deputy Director Raymond Lowe.

Raymond Luo had his sleeves rolled up high, and he snapped the biscuit open quickly, revealing a set of numbers inside.

At the same time, General Craig was always sitting in front of the microphone, directing Bourne's operating actions with a slightly trembling voice. His speech speed was a little hurried, but his voice was very steady, for fear that the other party would not hear clearly and waste time. They were racing against death at this time!

General Clegg: "Flip the blue-white switch to 'return to square one.'"

"Return to the beginning!"

Bourne turned the switch, not bothering to wipe the sweat from his eyes, and responded loudly. "Okay!"

A programmed female voice sounded: "Cancel boot sequence begins, please enter the abort password!"

At this time, the countdown has come to 38 seconds, 37,36, ...

Watching the time decreasing second by second, Bourne urged anxiously: "Quick, quick, quick, the password!"

Everyone gathered around Raymond Luo, deputy director of the National Security Agency, and focused their attention on him.

Raymond Luo felt the pressure he had never felt before. He read out the password word by word, fearing that a wrong letter would lead to a failure in the cancellation.

The atmosphere in the conference room was so heavy that it seemed as if water might drip out of it. Everyone's heart was in their throat. Would everything remain peaceful as before, or would the world be destroyed? The answer would be decided in just half a minute!

Several female staff members even clasped their hands together and prayed silently in their hearts, including Secret Service Director Jacobs!

"NIL-5-0-H-/-HVK--ESF"

Every time a letter was read out, people's hearts in the conference room skipped a beat. Until Raymond Luo finished reading the last letter, the countdown numbers were still beating mechanically without stopping.

"That's it? Just like that?"

Sweat dripped onto the keyboard. Bourne stared at the bright red screen, enduring the pain that almost made his head explode, and hit the Enter key.

"Input completed!"

As Bourne's words fell, everyone in the conference room's heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. Everyone held their breath, even those in the highest positions. Everyone was hoping for a miracle to happen.

However, what no one expected was that the countdown not only did not stop, but instead made a harsh ticking sound, like the cry of a mourning bird, making people's hearts sink.

Moreover, the speed at which the numbers on the timer jumped suddenly accelerated, and within a breath it reached the countdown of ten seconds.

Seeing the countdown was reduced to single digits in an instant, many people slumped in their chairs, holding their hands to their hearts, feeling hopeless.

drop--

With a long beep, the numbers suddenly froze at 00:00:03 and stopped moving. An electronically synthesized mechanical female voice sounded simultaneously in the bunker command room and the Pentagon's crisis office:

"Hellhound has been deactivated!"

Just like the thawing of ice and the coming of spring rain, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief. After a long time, someone burst into tears of joy and laughter. Then, almost everyone stood up from their seats, jumping and laughing, hugging or high-fiving the people around them to celebrate this hard-earned escape from death!

Amid cheers, NSA Deputy Director Raymond Lowe put down the receiver of a red phone and nodded to House Speaker Bull, saying, "Your Excellency, NORAD (North American Aerospace Defense Command) confirms that Cerberus has been shut down!"

Bull sat in the reclining chair, panting slightly, and smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, very good, everyone has done a good job. Now help me connect to the hotline of the CH Peninsula. There are some things that need to be discussed!"

In the command room in the basement of the White House, Bourne finally collapsed on the floor with a sense of relief, a relieved smile on his face. Finally, it was over!

But when he looked up, he saw the pale face of President Asher.

Damn it, how could I forget about the seriously injured and dying President!

Bourne ignored his physical fatigue and forced himself to move to the president's side. He tried to feel his breath and found that although it was very weak, he still had breath.

After turning his body over, although the wound on his back had been simply bandaged by Bourne, no medicine or professional bandages were used, and the blood had soaked the tie used for bandage.

"Mr. President, Mr. President, wake up," Bourne gently patted President Benjamin's cheek, but he did not respond.

Oh no, we must find a medical kit. There should be one here, but where is it? Don't worry, Bourne knows someone who knows where it is!

Then, a voice suddenly sounded from the loudspeaker of the Pentagon Crisis Center dozens of kilometers away, which seemed particularly abrupt in this conference room full of joy:

"Hey, does anyone know where the medical kit is? The President has a serious gunshot wound in the back and his vital signs are weak. When will the doctor arrive?"

Bourne's words were like a pause button, stopping everyone's actions. To some people, this was like a cold shower: Damn, how could I forget about the President? The guy seemed to have said that the President was injured, but I didn't expect it to be so serious, but the doctor...

"Bourne, the medical kit is in the storage room. Turn right after leaving the command room and walk to the end. There is a corridor with three rooms on the left. The password to enter is ※※※※."

It was Secret Service Director Jacobs who first grabbed the microphone to answer Bourne's question.

There was no way. Everyone was so busy celebrating the shutdown of the Cerberus System that they forgot about the President's injury. As for the doctor, they didn't even notify him.

But it’s not too late now, right?

Thinking of this, Linnie Jacobs glanced guiltily at her colleagues at the desk and found that everyone lowered their heads in embarrassment, except General Craig.

Yes, he is a soldier and his only responsibility is to eliminate the enemy, not to deal with the aftermath!

So she had no choice but to continue, "The best medical team in the country will arrive within half an hour. Bourne, you must save the president's life. I authorize you to use any medicine in the medicine box. You must delay until the professional medical team arrives!"

She was still there, wondering what special effects potion she wanted, but Bourne had already rushed out through the door, which had been opened a crack, and didn't hear anything.