I'm a spy in the film

It turned out to be the case.

After all, as the captain of a security team, it is not terrible to lead the team to fail in its mission. What is terrible is that the company that requires them concealed a lot of information, resulting in heavy casualties among the team members.

For a veteran, this is unacceptable.

Apex is a very powerful company on the West Coast, and it would be difficult to extricate oneself from it without connections.

No, Bourne and the others waited a little longer, and then Packard's brother called and said that he had received the prisoner and was about to escort him to the plane.

Coincidentally, he and Bourne and others were on the same flight.

They all flew from Salvador to Rio, and they were all first class.

This is truly a coincidence upon a coincidence.

Bourne and the other two happened to be heading to the airport together.

In the terminal hall, they learned that Packard's relatives had already boarded the plane, so the three of them hurriedly boarded again.

However, when boarding the plane, there were several beautiful women distributing garlands to the tourists.

The wreaths are all made up of pink flowers with a pleasant fragrance.

Bryce was a bodyguard and never wanted such things of unknown origin. Packard was an old soldier, serious and meticulous, and he didn't like this thing either.

Bourne is handsome, and several girls wanted to give him the wreaths they were wearing around their necks.

Bourne accepted it with a smile.

Just like that, the three of them walked a distance away and looked back. The young girls were still waving and blowing kisses to Bourne.

Packard looked straight ahead, and Bryce ignored it.

Bourne kept smiling until he could no longer see the girls and there were no people in the corridor. Then he suddenly turned serious and whispered:

"There's something wrong with this wreath. There's a weird scent on it!"

Packard and Bryce's expressions became solemn.

Whenever Bourne speaks, he hits the mark.

If he said there was something wrong with the wreath, then there must be something wrong with it.

Bryce and Packard each took one and examined it carefully, then put it close to their noses and sniffed it.

Packard said first: "There is a fishy smell in this fragrance, I don't know what it is."

Bryce also frowned: "I smelled it too, it seems to be the smell of some kind of hormone."

"That's right," Bourne agreed and prompted, "Bryce, think about it again, do you feel like you have smelled it somewhere before? During these few months."

Bryce suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly realized: "Snake?!"

Then he looked around alertly. Apart from a few people who were also boarding the plane, there was no one else, so it was safe.

So he whispered, "Mr. Bourne, are you saying that this wreath is sprayed with snake hormones and then covered with floral fragrance?"

"I'm afraid so!"

"Who is it? What do you want?"

“I don’t know, but the people who can arrange people to do this at the airport must be no small force in the local area.”

"Then what do we do?"

"Let's wait and see. We don't have the power to enforce the law right now. Even if I tell them, they won't listen."

Packard said, "I'll talk to Nivea, he can contact the police station here."

Bourne shrugged and said, "Maybe we are mistaken. Maybe this is the custom here? What kind of spice is that smell?"

Bryce made a vomiting expression and said, "Heather-flavored spices. People here have really strong tastes!"

The three of us were seated in economy class.

After all, it was purchased by a scalper, so can you expect to sit in first class?

I have to say that the South American girls were plump and enthusiastic. Before he reached his seat, the seven or eight wreaths on Bourne's body had been taken away by people, and they also had a handful of small notes in their hands, all of which were phone numbers or home addresses.

"Mr. Bourne is still as popular with girls as ever, haha."

Bryce quipped.

Bourne ignored him and looked at Packard who was hurrying over.

"I've talked to Nivi, and he called back home. His family is already checking all the passenger information on this plane. They haven't found anything yet."

"What about the local police station?" Bourne asked.

Bryce whispered, "The local police stations are all subordinate to the local gangs. If someone really wants to tamper with this plane, the local gangs can't get around it. When we notify the police, we are also notifying the gangs."

Bourne shook his head helplessly. Is this police station still called a police station? It might as well be called a gangster police dog station.

As for Packard’s family, why is that American policeman named Nevi here on official business?

Packard didn't say, and Bourne didn't ask.

The plane climbed steadily into the air.

The flight was smooth and the atmosphere in the cabin became relaxed.

There were young and beautiful girls who kept coming to chat up Bourne. One of them even broke up with her boyfriend in order to compete for a seat next to Bourne. It was real!

This made Packard, a tough guy who had served as a one-armed hero in the army for many years, envious, thinking that all his years had been wasted.

Passing through an air current, the plane vibrated slightly.

Earlier in the meal, there was a freshly squeezed juice drink made from orange juice, watermelon juice, papaya juice, cucumber and celery. It tasted very good and Bourne drank a few more glasses.

Just now, several flight attendants came over to toast us one by one.

I couldn't refuse, so I drank it all.

This would make me want to go for convenience.

As a result, just as he entered the bathroom, a passionate girl squeezed in through the crack of the door. Her flight helmet was squeezed off, revealing a pair of headlights, which made Bourne unable to open his eyes.

"Beauty, you're wrong. You hit my eyes. Go a little lower."

Bourne was pushed to the side of the sink, hunched over, afraid of bumping into the other person.

"Are all South American girls so enthusiastic?"

Bourne looked up at her face and realized that this was the hot girl who had just broken up with her boyfriend.

Long blond hair, low-waist jeans, in the middle, don't say anything in the middle.

"Hey, let me relieve myself first!"

"Te ayudaré!"

"No, no, I've never asked anyone for help with this kind of thing since I was a child!"

As the two were pushing each other about whether they were helpful, Bourne grabbed the girl's smooth back and pressed her against the wall.

Although her chest hurt from being pressed by Bourne, the strong smell of hormones still made the girl almost faint with happiness.

Is he about to take action?

So manly, I like it so much. Even if it hurts, I like it too!

However, Bourne didn't bother to look at the girl's blushing face and impatient expression, but stared at an exhaust hole on the side of the ceiling.

There, there are terrifying creatures waiting to attack.

Bourne grabbed a towel, wrapped it around a brush, and slowly held it over to the vent.

Suddenly, a black shadow shot out from the exhaust hole like lightning and bit the brush that was shaking constantly and seemed to be provocative.

It is a snake with spotted patterns.

The snake's fangs were entangled in the towel and couldn't be taken off. The cold snake body swung back and forth, but Bourne grabbed hold of its vital points and it could no longer move.