I'm a spy in the film

"drop--"

The heart rate monitor in the ward made a long beep.

All the medical staff involved in the rescue put down their tools dejectedly.

They failed.

The observers outside also looked serious.

An old man in military uniform with stars on his shoulders said:

"I just received news that seventeen agents and researchers who came into contact with the bottle have developed different illnesses and are now receiving treatment. This operation has failed."

A tall and strong middle-aged man who wore a suit like a tights said in a deep voice: "I underestimated those witches. Mossad will take revenge for this!"

"Let's not talk about that for now. We must get those flowers!" said a man with gold-rimmed glasses and a side-parted hairline.

The middle-aged man from Mossad nodded and said, "We already have a plan. In addition to asking the Americans for cooperation, we have also issued orders to the princess and the red cardinal. The princess is in South America."

"That's not enough. Let's mobilize all our people in South America to find that person and talk to him directly."

"The Joseph family in New York is working with that person. We have already sent someone over."

"Not only do we want to get that flower, we also want to prevent our enemies from getting it!"

……

Of course, Bourne is not thousands of miles away and there are still people thinking about him.

He was currently riding a special means of transportation to a special island.

This means of transportation is not a ship or an airplane, but a drone.

In order to maintain the mystery of the island, Bourne was blindfolded when he boarded the plane.

But this was no problem for Bourne.

Bourne's unique spatial talent allows him to easily determine his position and direction.

Even though the drone had been hovering in the sky with him for a long time, it was all in vain.

As long as the other party is satisfied, Bourne doesn't mind pretending not to know.

It was more than half an hour later before I was on solid ground again.

The journey took only 15 minutes.

The rest of the time was spent circling and taking detours.

Bourne took off his blindfold, adjusted to the light, and then began to look around his surroundings.

This is a townhouse surrounded by forests. Although it is built to look like a manor, Bourne can tell at a glance that these buildings were renovated later.

It should have been a gathering place for a primitive tribe before.

At the very least, those big trees that pass through the roof indicate that there must be something special about this place, otherwise the owner would not allow such big trees to grow in the house.

After a while, Bryce also landed next to Bourne.

After exchanging glances, it turned out that Bryce had also determined that the location here was not far from Collins Port.

No wonder a mixed magic family with three bloodlines could take root in this remote little port in South America.

It was for here.

As it was agreed beforehand, they had to wait for Vespa and Carrie to arrive before entering the manor, so Bourne and Bryce stood at the gate of the manor, neither advancing rashly nor retreating into the forest behind them.

After waiting for about five minutes, no one came.

On the contrary, there were rustling sounds coming from the forest behind.

Bryce turned around vigilantly, picked up a thicker branch on the ground and used it as a weapon, blocking Bourne.

After a while, the sound disappeared, as if it was just an auditory hallucination.

Bryce still maintained his alert and defensive posture, while Bourne turned his head to look at an open space on the left with a sneer on his face.

His expression was seen through surveillance by a dozen women gathered in a room.

A brown-haired woman said:

"This little guy has such keen observation skills, he discovered your little gadget!"

The other women remained silent, waiting to see what was to come.

however--

boom.

A ball of fire suddenly appeared, and all the video images turned white.

A middle-aged woman in a witch's robe sitting in the middle of the front row immediately stood up and shouted at the staff in the corner, "What's going on? Why are the images gone?"

A young woman, also wearing a witch robe, said in a panic: "All the cameras are burned out."

"Don't you have a spare?"

"The spare one was also destroyed!"

"Tsk. Don't blame the kids. I've told you before that those technological gadgets are unreliable. We still have to rely on our magic!"

A fluffy-haired woman in the back row blew up a balloon.

When I let go of it, the balloon floated out of the window as if it had life.

The woman pulled out a small bottle from her body and had someone splash it on the TV screen.

The picture suddenly appeared on the TV screen, which was the view of the balloon.

A young man holds onto another man's shoulders and floats in the air.

Although the two men were not high from the ground, with their feet less than 10 centimeters from the ground, they were indeed flying without the help of any tools.

This scene immediately made the dozen or so women watching widen their eyes at the same time.

They are all witch groups from different schools around the world, and are the most powerful or capable people in their respective groups.

They know how difficult it is.

Although the demonic tide has revived now, those who can do this are extremely rare, except for a few with extraordinary talents.

The witches continued to watch, wanting to see how long the young man could hold out in the air.

Unfortunately, Bourne did not intend to fulfill the wishes of these old women.

Bourne just waved his hand, and countless small sparks floated down to the ground.

Just like a spark that can start a prairie fire, a carpet of fire formed on the ground beneath the feet of the two people in an instant.

The crackling sound was heard, and the tiny insects hidden under the feet of the two people, which were difficult to see with the naked eye, were swept away.

Then, without looking back, Bourne aimed his palm at the balloon floating in the air.

"Light magic!"

An extremely strong white light shot straight into the balloon from Bourne's palm.

The light was fleeting.

But the witches in the monitoring room were wailing.

They were all blinded by the sudden bright light and their tears could not stop flowing.

"This damn brat has blinded my eyes!"

Many witches started to curse.

But there were also witches who laughed out loud: "Young people nowadays are really amazing, Bobby, you found a good son-in-law!"

After a long time, the witches' eyes were still filled with whiteness.

It's not like they haven't seen light magic before, but they have rarely seen light magic of such strong intensity.

Especially since this spell was cast by a young man under 25 years old.

It is even more rare.

Look at others, and then think about the younger generations in your own organization.

Even the most optimistic and kind-hearted witch had a thought in her mind at this moment:

When I get back, I will urge those little witches in the organization not to be so free and undisciplined anymore.

Their training must all be doubled!