I'm a spy in the film

Being a lawyer is a profession that loves to talk, and if you add the attribute of being an old mother, the fighting power of the chat will rise several levels. If someone hadn't called, mother Connie would probably have talked for another hour or so.

So, the mother is a strong woman with a big mouth, and the father is a Texas tough guy who is very frugal with words. How can such a couple not have conflicts?

Bourne shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his mind.

After hanging up the phone, it was already 9: in the evening. Bourne felt a little hungry. At the same time, he felt a slight itch in his abdomen. He lifted the hem of his shirt and was surprised to find that a mm Luger bullet was stuck in his abdominal muscles on his left abdomen!

"What's going on? Why is there a bullet in my stomach? Why didn't I feel anything? No wonder the alarm kept going off when I was going through security at the police station!"

While standing up to look for scissors, gauze, anti-inflammatory drugs and other necessities for removing bullets, which Bourne always had on hand, he carefully recalled everything that had happened today.

Finally I realized that it was probably when I found the fake policeman in the Bronx in the afternoon that I was hit by a stray bullet from the fake policeman's TEC-9, but because I was nervous at the time, I didn't notice it.

But the strange thing is that he was not wearing a bulletproof vest at the time, and the bullet stopped in his abdominal muscles.

Am I a superman? Can I stop bullets with my flesh and blood?

Bourne stared at his sealed wound and fell into deep thought. Should he try cutting his belly again with a knife? Anyway, he could repair it with points.

As if he suddenly thought of some bad scene, Bourne shook his head and dismissed the idea.

Seeing the coat he had thrown on the sofa after returning, Bourne quickly checked the inner pockets. Sure enough, the two injections sent by Inspector George were completely broken, and the compound No. 37 inside was completely lost.

"Oh, damn it! I thought my bad luck had left me, but it turned out to be due to these two precious potions. These are life-saving medicines that cannot be bought even with money!"

Bourne was deeply remorseful.

On his way back, he had received a message from Old Joe, which contained a detailed introduction to Potion No. 37.

This compound is ostensibly claimed by the Giant Group to be a steroid potential-stimulating drug with a stolen formula; but in reality, it is an experimental drug that the Giant Group and an unspeakable biochemical organization jointly developed and researched to unlock certain human characteristics.

However, due to unstable results, it did not pass the acceptance inspection, so the formula was refrigerated.

Until a few months ago, someone discovered that this thing was very effective as a stimulant, so the Giant Group put the stock it produced at the time on the black market for testing. Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good. Not only did it recover the research and development costs in a short time, but it also made a small profit.

When the Giant Group wanted to restart the project, they found that the formula and a very important raw material had been stolen. There has been no news so far, but this medicine has been circulating on the black market. The Giant Group believed that it was made by thieves, so they put pressure on the black market to hand over the supplier of the medicine, but...

"But how?"

"A powerful mercenary team sent by Giant Group was wiped out during a mission, the deputy director of the security company was in a car accident and became a vegetable, and the senior executive in charge of security of the group lost his job due to a scandal. So, it's over!"

"In fact, apart from the effects and side effects, both the previous inventory and the subsequent new drugs are relatively stable." Lao Qiao said in the comments added to the message.

"During the period of drug effect, each person who takes the drug will greatly stimulate their potential and reduce pain perception, and after the drug effect wears off, they will have sequelae such as energy overdraft and severe emotionality. This is very stable;

It is unstable because if this drug is taken multiple times in a short period of time, in addition to the above effects, it will also give the person taking it some strange abilities, but without exception, these people all died very quickly!"

"So," Old Joe concluded, "this is a good thing to save your life, but it's best to use it separately. After use, you need to replenish your body with plenty of food, avoid strenuous exercise and strong emotional fluctuations, and stay quiet while the drug takes effect. Only then will it be over!"

Half an hour later.

Bourne swallowed the last bite of his compressed dry food, took a big gulp of water, took a deep breath, and looked at the reagent fragments on the coffee table and the unpacked compressed dry food packages on the floor.

The two medicines he received today entered his body through the wound. The only uncertainty is the amount.

Judging from the current situation, most of the two potions were probably absorbed by him, because in just half an hour, he ate more than ten packs of dry rations and drank three or four gallons of mineral water.

You have to know that these military rations, which are the size of compressed biscuits in the previous life, can sustain an ordinary person's most basic energy consumption for a day. What Bourne just ate were the leftovers from when Old Joe trained him in night combat and lurking, and they were all consumed today.

Now Bourne's lower abdomen is still flat, and the hunger in his stomach is still there, and it is even getting worse.

Fortunately, with this half-hour buffer, Bourne has already called to urgently place orders for pizza, fried chicken, cola and other high-calorie and high-sugar foods that he doesn't usually eat. These foods are perfect at this time, as they are large in quantity, filling and not expensive.

Just like that, he ate, drank, called to order food, continued to eat, drink, and called to order food, in an endless cycle. Only after he burped did Bourne stop his gluttonous behavior. At this time, he had been eating non-stop for two hours!

At this moment, Bourne felt like a fully charged battery. A sense of fullness filled his whole body. He stood in the middle of the living room, clenched his fists until they made a crackling sound, feeling the explosive feeling coming from his whole body, with a satisfied grin on his face.

"So this is what it feels like to be full of power!"

Perhaps it was a sudden inspiration or perhaps it was a brain cramp, Bourne walked to the window, put his right hand on a pot of cactus left by the previous tenant on the windowsill, and grabbed it with his five fingers.

——Exclusive skill: Door to All Wonders.

launch!

It was visible to the naked eye that this cactus, which had grown quite wildly, was gradually becoming withered and blackened.

Bourne seemed to be able to see green spots of light representing vitality flying out from the cactus and gathering in his palm, until the cactus became rotten and no green spots of light could fly out anymore.

Then came the second pot, the third pot, until the last pot of plants was also sucked by Bourne, but there was still no change in his palm, as if he had sucked nothing.

"Is this the 'Gate of Wonders'? Why is it a bit like the life sucking in Warcraft? But I don't feel anything!"

Bourne muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he looked at the windowsill. The light cast his shadow on the window against the night sky, and he couldn't help but have a whimsical and silly idea:

"Can this skill be activated on yourself? What effect will it have?"

Once this thought came into being, it could not be stopped. After all, everyone has the desire to die, and Bourne finally extended the hand of evil to himself!

"Ahhhh, my beautiful hair!"

After a while, a miserable howl suddenly sounded in an apartment building in Queens, shocking the lights in many of the dimmed rooms in the building to be turned back on. There were also many American-style Three Character Classic curses floating in front of the apartment building, cursing the bastard who howled in the middle of the night and disturbed people.

They didn't know that the guy they called a bastard was actually Bourne. At that moment, he had a shiny bald head and was slumped on the sofa like a puddle of mud, his limbs hanging weakly and tears of regret in his eyes.

In fact, it took Bourne less than ten minutes to gain a basic understanding of the general usage of this exclusive skill.

This skill is similar to the "Life Suck" skill of the Light Ranger in the World of Warcraft game. It can absorb and gather the vitality of living things to form a red crystal that Bourne named the Life Gem. The millet-sized gem on the coffee table now is it; it can also feed the vitality back to the creatures designated by Bourne, allowing them to quickly replenish their vitality.

Among them, vitality will be lost in the process of transmission. Perhaps due to the low skill level, this loss is a bit large. Bourne estimates that it will be around 5%.

After sucking dry all the green plants left by the previous tenant of the apartment, Bourne made a suicidal attempt to absorb his own hair. It is said that "hair is the essence of blood", and he finally succeeded in sucking his own flowing hair into the state of dry grass, which shattered at the touch.

The consequence of sucking away his own vitality so quickly was that Bourne had to spend nearly an hour eating to replenish the energy his body had just consumed and to eliminate the unbearable hunger.

Moreover, physical exhaustion is easy to replenish, but mental fatigue is difficult to eliminate.

Finally, with the self-lament of "It's his own fault", Bourne could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep on the sofa!

What Bourne didn't know was that after he fell asleep, a flash of light flashed from the pages of the "Book of Ramblings" he placed on the coffee table.