I'm a spy in the film

After seeing Professor Holland off, Bourne never heard from them again.

Until yesterday, after healing the last of Rambo's old injuries on his limbs, Bourne received a call from Deacon Nicholson, saying that a biotechnology company that had a cooperative relationship with the Texas branch of the Holy See was willing to provide organ cloning services for Bourne's friend.

The contact person sent by the other party will arrive in the city where Bourne and his team are located in the evening, and asks Bourne to prepare the information because the other party needs to know the patient's detailed information before determining the treatment plan.

However, just when Bourne was getting a little impatient waiting in the guest room, an unexpected person appeared.

It's Miranda.

She was wearing a windbreaker, sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed women's soft hat on her head, so her face could not be seen at all.

After entering the room and taking off her clothes, Bourne recognized that this was Miranda, the literature teaching assistant who had been missing for five years.

Miranda's face remained the same, as if time had left no trace on her face.

She was wearing a black jumpsuit, and her chest was full of breasts, with a deep cleavage.

Miranda smiled brightly, walked quickly forward, put her arms around Bourne's neck, and blocked his mouth without waiting for him to say anything. Then, there was a fierce fight that lasted for several hours.

However, such hard work was not without rewards. Bourne not only won a priority treatment spot for Douglas, but also booked a set of examination plans for Rambo and others.

As for why Miranda agreed so quickly, it was because her father, Professor Holland, was the main technical staff of Griffin Biotechnology Company.

She already has quite a few places on hand.

Of course, this doesn't come without a price, and Bourne also has to do her a favor and obtain an item.

This is also the reason why Miranda chose to meet here instead of letting Bourne go to the Griffin Biotech branch.

That thing is a mask.

It was discovered by an archaeologist from an Indian tribal site twenty years ago.

This mask is said to have magical powers and caused a bloody fight as soon as it came out.

The archaeologist's family was killed, and the two forces fighting for the mask also suffered heavy casualties. Finally, the mask fell into the hands of a local Indian chief.

"It's just a mask. A skilled thief can do it. Why would I do that?"

"Fool!"

Miranda said coquettishly:

"My current identity is Brenda, the silver medal killer of the dark web, not the collector of Warehouse No. 13. We cannot collect these things blatantly. The government also has to save face, okay."

She said unhappily, "I have a complete plan. The news about the mask will be buried with a dead person. There is also two million in cash to be taken. How about it? Do you want to do it?"

"OK, OK, you tell me, I'll do it!" Bourne quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"You know what's going on!"

Miranda kissed Bourne on the cheek intimately, pulled the sheet over her chest, sat up, and said:

"I didn't expect you to have such good physical strength. You kept me busy all night..."

Bourne interrupted her: "What nonsense are you talking about? It's obviously you who is holding me back--"

Seeing the unfriendly look from the other party, Bourne wisely stopped talking and just listened to Miranda continue:

"Due to your mistake, our plan has been greatly delayed. Now, I will punish you to do the two most difficult tasks in this plan: intercept the enemy's pursuers. After you complete the task, I can fulfill a small request of yours!"

……

Three hours later, when the sun was at its hottest at noon, Bourne lay down on a hillside.

He used binoculars to look at the road in the distance, where three Grand Cherokees were speeding towards him, raising clouds of dust that formed a giant yellow dragon.

"Humph, cunning woman, I think you are deliberately pestering me to come here to bask in the sun."

Bourne thought angrily.

The quiet, playful and intellectual Miranda is still the best. Although she is a little awkward, she has a kind of purity that is almost impossible to experience in the open country of the United States.

Although this female killer Brenda didn't say anything, I always felt that something was strange about her.

I'll have to ask for more details later.

Oh, I hope their company’s cloning products really work!

The three cars in the distance were getting closer and closer. Bourne focused his mind and put his thumb on the detonator.

He counted down silently in his heart:

three

two

一

Detonate!

"boom--"

A stone pestle exploded beside the road.

The huge shock wave not only overturned the first Cherokee, but the debris produced by the explosion was like bullets, which also dented the two cars behind it.

"There's an attack, hide quickly!"

The survivors in the car shouted.

However, when they hurriedly pushed open the deformed car door and carefully hid behind the car, the expected attack did not come.

Even after they pulled their injured companions out of the first car, the attack still did not come.

It was as if the roadside bomb was just a joke.

"Pooh!"

The leader of the convoy was so angry that his face turned blue.

Who is so lacking in public morality as to install roadside bombs on the roadsides of the United States?

Bombing your own people for fun?

If you are angry, you can go to Le Bastan. There are a lot of Jewish vampires there. You can blow them up randomly. Maybe you can hit the heir of a Jewish consortium that drinks the blood of the people.

You're so pissed off in this godforsaken south of Texas!

Although he complained in his heart, the little leader had to attribute the incident to luck. Who knew who installed the roadside bomb? If it was their enemy, then as long as the bomb was more powerful, none of their three cars would have been spared.

Therefore, they are most likely innocent victims of the disaster.

Just as he was shouting at his men to carry the injured brother onto the car and prepare to squeeze together and continue on their way, a long yellow dragon appeared on the road in the distance.

Very good, a car is coming, their car has been requisitioned by us!

The small leader pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed it at the front of the road.

No matter who the person is, he will definitely grab him. As Quetzalcoatl said, even if God comes, it will be useless!

However, as the car approached, the leader's face suddenly changed when he saw the other side's car clearly. He shouted anxiously:

"Grab the weapons! They are the guys from the farm. They are also looking for the boss. We must stop them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his men, who were originally listless, suddenly jumped up as if they were injected with chicken blood, rushed to the trunk of the car, and put the bullets and their favorite pistols on their waists.

Because the visitor was their mortal enemy in the reservation, a subordinate of a white farmer.

This damn white guy, whether it's livestock farming or running a casino, he's always going against their boss.

This time he also received an order from the boss, saying that he was negotiating with the boss of the white gang and asked him to bring some people to make things happen. However, the car was blown up when it was halfway there, and some brothers were injured. If he hadn't been afraid that the other party was also going to reinforce the other boss, he might have let them go today.

Now it seems that this battle must be fought!