I'm a spy in the film

But Bourne didn't have to wait long, the opportunity came.

A mask.

A mask that is rough and somewhat ugly.

"Here, look, this is what they are fighting for."

Following Brenda's instructions, Bourne rode his motorcycle and took her to the top of a cliff.

Brenda got out of the car and took out a cloth bag containing a mask from under a flat rock half a person's height on the edge of the cliff.

The mask was made of wood, and Bourne couldn't tell what kind of tree it was made of, but the faint vibrations coming from the mask made Bourne's heart move.

Was it this thing that caused the death of the archaeologist's family and provoked a fight between the white people and the local Indians?

And it also attracted government agents like Brenda to plot secretly?

Bourne thought about it and asked tentatively: "It's just an ordinary mask. I don't feel any difference."

Brenda glanced at Bourne and said, "Don't look at me. I'm only responsible for recycling things. I can't identify them. If you say it's nothing, then it's nothing! It doesn't matter if it's useful or not. As long as the government wants it, we can get it."

She sneered and continued, "Those two gangs might even thank me for taking away this evil. Now they just need to die. Their families can still be protected. I guess their bodies are already cold now!"

He held up the mask and pretended to observe, but in fact he used the Door of Wonders to secretly absorb. He didn't hear Brenda's previous words clearly, but only heard "the body is cold", and couldn't help asking: "Whose body is it?"

Brenda ignored him and just stood on the edge of the cliff, staring at the winding canyon below her feet in a daze.

Bourne had no time to care about anything else at this moment. More than a dozen little men in his sea of ​​consciousness were fighting fiercely, using the inheritance they had just received from the mask.

Because time was short, Bourne went into a state of madness and schizophrenia, trying to memorize the key points of the Indian war dance in a short period of time and then digest them slowly later.

Not hearing any movement behind her, Brenda turned around and saw Bourne holding the mask in both hands, frowning and thinking. She couldn't help but feel like playing some fun.

She walked gracefully in her high heels, walking in front of Bourne. Seeing that he was still motionless, she gently grabbed Bourne's hand and put the mask on his face.

boom--

All the schizophrenic figures in Bourne's sea of ​​consciousness exploded at the same time, the Tai Chi diagram spun rapidly, the light of the five elements shone brightly, and the blood-red ocean waves rolled.

It was like facing a formidable enemy.

The Tai Chi diagram, the five-colored light, and the sea of ​​blood were facing seriously a golden light spot that suddenly appeared.

The light spot was just a small dot at first, and then slowly began to grow larger, forming the shape of a cobra with wings.

The cobra is golden all over. Although its appearance is very blurry, its pair of small red eyes are sparkling and very powerful.

However, as soon as this cobra shape made of light was formed, it was surrounded and attacked from three sides.

The sea of ​​blood tightly wrapped around the cobra's tail, sucking it firmly in place, unable to move; the five-colored light was like a hand-plucked pipa, continuously brushing on the cobra's body, each time dimming the cobra's light; the Tai Chi diagram covered the cobra's head, absorbing all the light fragments that fell from the cobra's body into the Yin-Yang fish, leaving no trace.

Just like that, the cobra's body became visibly thinner and duller, and soon it completely disappeared.

The Tai Chi diagram, the five-colored light, and the sea of ​​blood all returned to their original appearances.

More than a dozen little men reappeared, some boxing, some dancing, some fighting, as if nothing had happened just now.

But Bourne himself knew that everything that had just happened in his sea of ​​consciousness was not an illusion, because he now had a complete set of Indian warrior heritage in his mind.

The warriors trained through this inheritance are called Bloody Hunters, and the war dance is the special feature and essence of this profession.

Although the war dance focuses on leg techniques, the upper body also needs to cooperate in order to confuse the enemy and avoid enemy attacks.

In the past, we had to dodge enemy arrows, stone ropes, meteors, etc. Now, we have to dodge enemy bullets.

Bourne had just witnessed the effect with his own eyes. The Indian warrior's war dance was not well practiced and he could only perform it on the spot and not for too long.

When you master this technique, not only can you avoid the enemy's gaze, but you can also confuse the enemy's sight and get close to the enemy without them noticing, which can be thought of as the Indian version of Lingbo Weibu.

Bourne couldn't help laughing out loud when he thought about how he was strolling leisurely in the hail of bullets and killing enemies without them even being seen.

"why are you laughing?"

Brenda took off Bourne's mask and stared at his face as if she didn't know him.

It was still the handsome face she was familiar with, but why was there a little more evil charm than the sunny and upright face before?

Before she could ask any more questions, Bourne had already covered Brenda's red lips, picked her up, placed her on the rock, and pressed down on her.

"Let me go, um, um--"

Brenda pushed him twice gently and then dared not move again.

Next to the huge rock where they were lying was a cliff that was dozens of meters deep. There was rubble underneath. If they fell down accidentally, they would definitely be smashed to pieces and could not be put back together again.

This feeling mixed with danger strongly stimulated Brenda's nerves, and she quickly reached the state.

At this moment, the sky is full of mist and the atmosphere is quite different.

It was not until the moon was bright and the stars were sparse that the exhausted Bourne suddenly woke up:

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Oops, how did my madness take so long?

This was all done by the crazy me, it has nothing to do with the current me!

Brenda, who felt Bourne's movements, also woke up a little from her daze, and then the two of them shouted at the same time:

"Where are my clothes (pants)?"

Finally, they found their clothes that were blown down by the strong wind at the foot of the cliff.

Brenda's was okay, as she had a complete jumpsuit, although it was missing a flight helmet, but it wasn't a problem because it was dark. But Bourne was in trouble, as he couldn't find his jeans.

The two dejected men returned to their hotel in Laredo at night under the cover of darkness. Along the way, Brenda never stopped laughing at them.

But Bourne's mind was at peace, and his heart was filled with joy, because he found that his spirit and will had improved significantly.

Spirit reached 35 and will reached 29, an increase of two points each.

No wonder I couldn’t control myself, it turns out that my will is weak. I guess I need to find more beauties to test myself in the future!

The basic leg techniques have made great progress, directly increasing from 37% to 58%, and it seems that there is potential for further improvement!

The strange thing is that basic driving has also improved, from 87% of proficiency to 98%, and there is also an additional suffix of riding proficiency.

Uh, Indians all ride horses, um, that's fine!

(Alien 59: minutes, hour, minutes, hour, minutes)