I'm a spy in the film

Perhaps because of his previous slip of the tongue, Agent Charlie was very frugal with his words throughout the journey. After telling the two the location, file number and contact person to pick up the documents, he did not utter another word.

Bourne and his partner, who were in a bad mood, did not say much except for a brief report to Hank. They just held the handle tightly and watched Agent Charlie drive the car in the crowded lane. It only took 20 minutes to send Bourne and his partner back to Logan Airport, where a flight to Philadelphia had just finished boarding.

"No seats? Then ask someone to give me two seats! We're about to board the plane!"

Agent Charlie ignored the security guard who stopped him and the security inspector who kept saying "Sorry", and spoke expressionlessly to a pretty flight attendant who was smiling.

Soon, Agent Charlie showed his ID to a man in a suit who came hurriedly. The airport manager obediently arranged for a flight attendant to take Bourne and the other man to board the plane.

"Our colleagues from the Boston branch are awesome!" Zack whispered to Bourne as he followed the briskly walking flight attendant.

"This is not just awesome, this is really awesome!" Bourne really wanted to DISS this kind of abuse of power for personal gain, but since he was also a beneficiary, he decided not to do it again.

The boarding gate was closed, but fortunately there was a luggage cart that had not left. The flight attendant leading the way was afraid of delays, so she explained to Bourne and Zack with a smile that they could first use the luggage cart to go to the lower floor of the plane, and after the plane took off, they could take a special elevator to the second floor, where seats had been prepared for them in the first-class cabin.

Seeing Zack skillfully comforting the cautious stewardess and relaxing her tense expression with just a few words, Bourne felt that the guilt in his heart was alleviated a little bit. Hey, they are all working people in the same industry.

However, Bourne felt quite uncomfortable with the behavior of abusing public power to occupy pirated planes, disrupt public order, and oppress ordinary workers. He couldn't help but curse in his heart, this damn capitalist society is so dark!

The door of the airplane luggage compartment.

A slightly fat worker with a Mediterranean hairstyle and wearing a dark green work uniform hummed a little tune, put a metal box at his feet, turned around, grabbed the cabin door and pulled it down. The plane was about to take off, and he had to finish it.

The pull didn't budge. He looked up and was surprised to find that the hatch was held up by a large hand. He looked closely and saw that a young man in a suit was blocking the hatch from falling. He said:

"Sorry, wait a moment, I have a companion who hasn't come up yet."

"This is the luggage hold. Passengers, please use the corridor bridge. If you are delayed, please take the next train. Now, please get off!"

Mediterranean glared at Bourne fiercely, and was about to pull the hatch down with both hands.

Seeing that this guy didn't know what was good for him, Bourne snorted and continued to hold the hatch door with his hands. He watched as this guy used a heavy weight, with his hands almost hanging on the door handle, but the hatch door didn't move at all.

As the two men were in a stalemate, Mediterranean's face had turned purple. Zack and the breathless flight attendant finally got on the luggage cart and came to the junction with the aircraft cargo hold.

The stewardess calmed down a little and looked at Mediterranean in surprise. She had never seen this flight attendant before. Maybe he was newly hired. But what did this have to do with her? Sending these two "masters" away was the most important thing! Thinking of this, the stewardess waved to Mediterranean and ordered:

"These two are our VIP customers. After takeoff, you will escort them to the first-class cabin!"

She turned around and put on a smile again, apologizing to Bourne and Zack, completely ignoring the Mediterranean waiter who was standing beside her with a sullen look on his face, and only hoped that these two "relatives" would not be dissatisfied.

Bourne was not dissatisfied. He was on a business trip. He could experience the Spring Festival travel rush on Chinese trains. It was only two hours anyway. He could stay in the baggage compartment the whole time, not to mention that he could be upgraded to first class later. Zach? Zach was even more satisfied, because...

After giving the instructions, the stewardess turned around and got off the plane, but when she passed by Zack, she slipped a small note into his hand. The sharp-eyed Bourne caught a glimpse of a string of numbers written on the note, which seemed to be a phone number.

Zack held the note between his fingers and blew a kiss to the stewardess on the departing passenger elevator, causing her to giggle. The laughter reached the cargo hold, making the Mediterranean waiter look even uglier, and he almost called out the words "bastards".

When Bourne and Zack walked into the cargo hold, Mediterranean turned his back to them and pulled down the hatch. When they couldn't see him, a sinister smile appeared on his face. "You're rushing here to die! When the action starts, I'll kill you two first!"

The plane had just taken off, which was the busiest time for the flight attendants.

No one paid attention. A little boy sitting by the aisle was playing a pistol shooting game with a kind uncle with narrow eyes and wavy hair sitting behind him.

The little boy made a pistol shape with his hand, aimed at the uncle with wavy hair, and made a "biu biu" sound with his mouth.

The man with the wavy hair cooperated very well. His whole body shook and his eyes slowly closed, as if he had really been shot. His head slowly drooped and remained motionless. It was very realistic.

The little boy giggled happily upon seeing this; his mother beside him also smiled knowingly; the two men in suits who had been staring at her with narrow eyes also softened their gazes and relaxed their tense nerves a little; the man with wavy hair who lowered his head and pretended to be dead, narrowed his eyes into slits, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps because he thought the game was very fun, the little boy turned around again after a while and wanted to play it again. But this time, he found that the kind-hearted uncle with wavy hair also raised his hands, made a pistol shape with both hands, and aimed at him.

The little boy and his mother were stunned, not because the man with the wavy hair cheated and used two guns, but because he had a pair of silver handcuffs on his raised wrists. He was actually a criminal!

How could there be a criminal on an ordinary passenger plane? And he was sitting so close to us? What if he suddenly attacked us?

"Bang!" The wavy-haired man suddenly made a sound, which scared the little boy. He quickly turned around and pressed his body tightly against the back of the seat, his face turned pale and his little heart was pounding.

His mother looked grim and hurriedly hugged her child in her arms, constantly saying comforting words, but she was also very worried.

By chance, a pure and sweet-looking stewardess passed by. The mother called her and said angrily in a low voice:

"How could there be criminals on your plane? This is too dangerous!"

The stewardess seemed to be very experienced in dealing with such matters. She squatted down, first calmed the frightened little boy, and then said to his mother:

"It's okay. There are two FBI elites guarding and escorting him. I will go and remind them to be careful. Then I will bring back some snacks and hot drinks for your son!"

After saying this, she stood up and, under the gaze of the mother and son, walked towards Wavy Head and his escort.

Except for the little boy and his mother, no other passengers noticed the wavy-haired girl's action of showing her bracelet just now. No one cared what the flight attendant said to the passengers. At least now, the escort with a slicked-back hair next to the wavy-haired girl was praising the flight attendant who just asked him if he needed any drinks or snacks.

With a sweet smile and a soft voice, the escort with slicked-back hair feels that his spring is coming.

He was excited, intoxicated by the scent of perfume left by the sweet stewardess in the air, not caring that the wavy-haired man beside him was the vicious criminal he was responsible for escorting, and spoke to himself:

"I think I found my future wife!"

He didn't notice the sarcasm on the other person's face at all.