I'm a spy in the film

The car arrived at a manor on the outskirts of the city.

Bourne got out of the car, having changed into a suit sponsored by Doretto, brand new and never worn.

It’s really strange, do bald guys have the habit of keeping spare suits in the car?

This is true for Rob and Doretto.

Luckily, Doretto's body shape is similar to mine, except that the front of his shirt is a little empty...

The task is urgent.

Shaking off all distracting thoughts, Bourne walked slowly but quickly into the villa where the banquet was being held.

Although it is called a villa, it actually covers a large area.

Passing through the two-story building along the street, there is a courtyard-style circular two-story corridor. Further inside, there is a hall, which is where the banquet is officially held.

It is hard to imagine how much power and money are needed to occupy such a large area and build such a luxurious house in this densely populated neighborhood.

But that's none of Bourne's business.

His mission today was to take away a virology professor named Waldo Obruchev.

There is a photo of a balding middle-aged white man wearing black-framed glasses.

The Deputy Director said:

"Bourne, this guy has a virus that can kill people based on the genetic code of different people. We may not need such a virus, but we can't let it get into the hands of our enemies, or even our allies.

Now MI6 and an organization called Spectre are eyeing this thing, and the CIA has also sent people. Your task is to ensure that at least one of the virus sample and the professor himself is in our hands. Of course, it would be better if we can get both. "

Spectre.

This name seems familiar. Could it be that I have accidentally entered another movie?

I was muttering to myself, but I kept moving forward.

Bourne came to the courtyard surrounded by the corridor, pretending to drink, but actually secretly looking around.

Maybe they got the news early, or maybe Doreto was driving fast, the banquet hasn't started yet and not many guests have arrived.

What was strange was that at such banquets, both male and female guests would usually bring a member of the opposite sex with them, but here, like Bourne, the majority of the guests came alone.

There were only a few pairs of men and women gathered together, but judging from their clothes and expressions, they definitely didn't look like a family.

What kind of banquet is this?

Never mind, find the professor, arrest him, and leave.

After walking around the first floor and not seeing anyone suspicious, Bourne went to the second floor with a glass of wine.

The security here is indeed much tighter than the unattended first floor.

A dozen burly men in suits with weapons on their waists were guarding the door of each suite in groups of two, and there were seven or eight people with headsets patrolling back and forth.

However, when Bourne came up, a young yellow-haired man who was obviously wearing artificial eyes greeted him and took away most of the security guards, leaving only people standing at the door of two rooms.

Bourne slipped into a further room.

Thanks to the architect, all the balconies outside these houses are connected.

Bourne reached one of the two rooms without difficulty.

This is a weapons room, with pistols, shotguns, assault rifles, filling two shelves, and grenades.

Wow, what do these guys want? Are they trying to start a little war?

Bourne put two Glock 17s and several magazines into his personal space and went to the balcony of another room.

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

Sitting in the middle of the room was a man in a suit with most of his hair missing. Who else could it be but Professor Waldo?

But at this moment, he looked nervous, holding a suitcase in his left hand and typing something on a computer with his right hand.

Perhaps because he was too focused, Bourne tiptoed up behind the man and was not noticed.

It was not until Professor Xie Ding opened the briefcase with a look of joy, revealing the four tubes of reagents inside, that he realized there seemed to be someone behind him.

However, before he could turn his head, he felt a pain in the back of his head, his vision went dark, and he passed out.

"Humph, scum, the scum of the scientific community!"

Although he didn't understand biotechnology, Bourne, a highly skilled hacker, could tell from the other party's design on the computer that it was a kind of coding.

It is an instruction setting for a special robot.

This robot will be activated as long as certain conditions are met.

Combined with the information he got from the deputy director, how could Bourne not guess that the four tubes of blue liquid in the suitcase were the nanogene-encoded viruses that were one of the targets.

The code that the bald guy just used must be targeted at the genes of a certain group of people. In this way, tonight's banquet is most likely a trap, just to gather certain people and poison them.

Maybe there's also the idea of ​​testing the effects of poisons.

How to do?

Are we just going to watch these poisons being used to kill people?

Or should we just take the person and the medicine away now?

Wait, Bourne suddenly remembered, isn't this a plot from a 007 movie?

Spectre, no wonder it sounds familiar to me.

The reason why I was impressed by this movie is of course because of the Bond girl, but could it be because of Bond?

This time, the Bond girl seems to be a cute girl with black hair and big eyes. She starred in a 19+ movie with Keanu Reeves...

You’ve been thinking too much. Let’s think about what to do now!

How can we prevent these poisons from taking effect and still see the Bond girl fighting the black bodyguard?

As for taking the virus and the professor away in the end, that’s not a problem.

Bourne didn't believe that he could fail by attacking the defenseless with the prepared.

With a turn of his eyes, Bourne suddenly had an idea, but he still needed to try it.

Five minutes later, Waldo Obruchev woke up from his coma.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he jumped up, causing the chair under his butt to fall over, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Before he could utter a groan, the door was pushed open and two bodyguards in suits rushed in from the left and right.

"Professor, what happened?"

"Box, my box!"

"What?" The two bodyguards were shocked.

Cold sweat broke out on my head instantly.

A bodyguard covered his earphone and said a few words quickly, then called to his companion: "Go and call Mr. Christie, I'll be guarding here."

Soon, there were frequent footsteps in the corridor, and the yellow-haired man with a fake left eye that Bourne had seen earlier rushed into the room with seven or eight men in black suits.

At this time, Waldo had already sat down at the computer again, nervously checking the code he had written, with big drops of sweat running down his temples.

After a while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the four tubes of blue liquid in the suitcase, and smiled with relief.

“How is it? What happened?”

The yellow-haired man asked.

"Nothing, I thought someone broke in, but it turned out I was too tired and passed out. I just checked again, the code is fine, the reagent seals are intact, and I just need to wait for the test in a while."

The yellow-haired man ignored him and turned his neck like an owl to look around the room.

However, nothing was found.