I'm a spy in the film

Rubbing his left eye, Huangmao said, "From now on, don't leave my sight. The banquet is about to begin, and our guests will be here soon. You will see your results soon."

“It’s our achievement!”

Waldo had a silly smile on his face, "Glory to the Ghost Party!"

The cold and hard expression on Huangmao's face eased a little, and he nodded to his men. Two bodyguards in black stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, to protect the Waldo family in the middle. Huangmao himself took out a tube of blue reagent from his briefcase and placed it on an instrument next to the computer.

This instrument is like a water dispenser, with a long pipe extending to the ceiling and out.

"Here's the controller."

Waldo very servilely took out a car key from his pocket and handed it to him, saying, "Just press this button and the gas will spray out through the jet hole on the ceiling. The medicine will take effect in no more than three minutes."

At this moment, a man in a black suit came in and whispered something in Huang Mao's ear. Huang Mao raised his lips and said, "Very good, the guests are all here, and the banquet will begin soon."

Bourne had no idea what was happening in the room.

At the moment, he was holding a glass of Blue Demon and leaning against a pillar.

As luck would have it, the colonnade was located right below the room where Professor Waldo was.

Moreover, on another pillar directly opposite him, someone had hung a mirror at some unknown time. Standing in Bourne's position, he could clearly see the door to Professor Waldo's room through the mirror.

When the yellow-haired man came in just now, Bourne saw him clearly. Now that the yellow-haired man came out, Bourne hid behind the pillar instead.

Because Huangmao was using his artificial eye to scan the entire scene.

After a while, cheerful dance tunes sounded, as if blowing the prelude to the banquet. The male guests in suits and ties and the noble and elegant female guests rushed to the banquet hall at the back with great enthusiasm, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

However, at the door, quite a number of people were stopped, and only one-third were allowed in after their identities were verified.

Those who went in had happy expressions on their faces, while those who didn’t went in were disappointed yet hopeful.

Seeing this scene, Bourne shook his head helplessly. Why bother? It was not a good place inside. It was a Shura field comparable to the gas chamber in a concentration camp.

Then he looked at the four balls of blue liquid floating in the portable space.

I didn't expect that the portable space actually has the function of taking objects from a distance, which made my plan of replacing the original with the fake one successful.

The virus liquid that was supposed to be in the test tube was secretly replaced by Bourne into the cocktail in the glass.

I have to say, the colors of the two liquids are really similar. Under this dim light, you can't tell the difference at all.

Next, we have to wait for tonight’s protagonist, 007, Mr. James Bond to appear.

Without giving Bern any time to wait, a man and a woman walked into the hall door one after another.

The woman had long hair and was wearing a jet-black evening gown with silver glitter. The slits on the top and bottom were very high, which was very convenient for fighting and doing things.

Although the man was also wearing a suit, his bulging muscles made the chest and back of the suit look full, making people want to punch him a few times to see if he was strong.

As soon as the two men entered the hall, they separated to the left and right in tacit understanding. They seemed to be wandering around aimlessly, but in fact they had already inspected the entire place.

Except for the second floor, there is no blind spot.

Then, the girl in the black dress picked up a glass of wine and came to the bar in the corner, while Mr. Bond, as if attracted by something, walked straight into the innermost banquet hall.

The security guard who was supposed to block the way at the door was nowhere to be seen, allowing Mr. Bond to walk to the center of the hall.

I couldn't hear what the host on the stage said. Suddenly, a beam of light from overhead shone down on Bond.

Mr. Bond was visibly surprised.

Then, under the illumination of the light, a liquid like mist and gas floated down. Although it was far away, Bourne could still smell it. It was the smell of wine.

In the corridors, people were laughing and chatting, and in the banquet hall, it was quiet and everyone was "really" confused.

Including Bond.

"Ernest, what on earth are you doing?" Bond demanded loudly.

"Christie, what's going on?" a man asked angrily through the loudspeaker in the hall.

"Waldo, are you doing this?" the yellow-haired man asked sternly.

The three of them spoke in unison, and their voices were so loud that the entire hall was buzzing.

What happened?

This is a common problem faced by most people in the hall at this time.

They are all representatives of the Ghost Party in South America. This time they received a notice that a big plan will be announced at this banquet. Only those who have contributed to the organization to a certain level will be eligible to participate in the first wave of benefit distribution.

They are all this first wave.

But first a yellow-haired man was wandering around the hall holding an artificial eyeball for no apparent reason. Then he took out a loudspeaker and played a strange recording.

That’s nothing.

Then, the stage lights shone on a person none of them knew, and it seemed that this person was the protagonist of the party.

"Which country and which family is he from? Why haven't I seen him at any of the gatherings we've organized before?"

Then, there was a sudden water leak in the hall.

No, the wine leaked.

It was still blue wine. Many people’s white shirts were stained with blue wine.

It’s not that I feel sorry for the suit, but what does it mean?

A new initiation rite?

Everyone was puzzled.

Just then, "Bang, bang, bang!"

The man caught in the spotlight opened fire.

He was targeting the deputy of the host of this meeting, the nervous yellow-haired guy holding a fake eyeball.

Unfortunately, the yellow-haired beast was very agile and dodged with a quick move, but the host next to him, who was also the organizer of the banquet and the patriarch of the Sandra family, a local prominent family in Rio, was shot in the head and was obviously dying.

"Ah——" a scream woke up every stunned person present.

Everyone was running away like a headless fly. Gentlemanly manners and ladylike etiquette were all thrown out of their minds. The most important thing was to stay alive.

Those who can enter the banquet hall from the corridor are all from famous and prestigious families. Their lives are precious, so how can they easily abandon them here?

It’s a pity that the requirements for this party are very strict, and bodyguards and the like cannot be brought into the neighborhood, so now the only option is to run.

Bourne stood behind the column, observing everything quietly.

Seeing Bond shoot someone in anger and the guests rushing out of the party, Bourne immediately prepared himself.

Sure enough, he saw through the mirror that the door of the room on the second floor above his head was pushed open, and a bald man appeared at the door stealthily with a briefcase in his arms.