I'm a spy in the film

It is about 30 kilometers from the city government to the center of the South District.

Under normal circumstances, it would only take one step on the accelerator or the time it takes to eat a meal.

But now, it was dark and raining, and the streets were littered with broken-down cars and debris left behind by the tornado.

It was simply impossible to get there in time.

Fortunately, there are several large chain supermarkets not far from the city government.

Bourne and his friends not only found a car dealership here, but also a motorcycle shop.

Due to the difficult road conditions, everyone except the wounded had a motorcycle.

After saying goodbye, Bourne and Duran set off for the South Side.

Although it is called the South District, it is actually in the southwest of the city government, because the Corcovado Mountain in the south of Rio occupies most of this area, and only the coastal areas and the foot of the mountain are relatively flat.

The world-famous Maracanã Stadium is located here.

This is the world's largest stadium that can accommodate 20 people watching the game at the same time. The Jules Rimet Cup is kept here.

Although he has stopped being a fan of football because of the Chinese national team, Byrne still loves the sport very much.

Unfortunately, in both lifetimes, the football in both countries is not that good.

Therefore, this trip to the Maracana Stadium felt like a pilgrimage for Byrne.

There was not a single pedestrian on the road.

The power supply in the entire city was also cut off, and the entire ride was pitch black. If it weren't for the burning houses on both sides of the road that occasionally helped illuminate the road, even with Bourne's good eyesight and night vision, he would have crashed into many obstacles and caused a car accident.

In this way, after stumbling and bumping their way through, Bernd Duran and the other finally arrived near the Maracana Stadium.

At this time, this place has fallen into chaos.

"Why are there so many people here?!"

On an overpass 1.5 kilometers away from the stadium, Bourne and Duran stopped their motorcycles and looked in surprise at the dense crowd holding torches surrounding the stadium in front of them.

These people blocked several entrances of the stadium, holding torches and seemingly shouting something, and in the center of the stadium, there was indeed a huge tree standing in the center of the stadium.

This tree is not particularly tall, and its crown is not very dense, but its root system is very developed.

Not only was the 11 square meter stadium riddled with holes and pits from the roots of this tree, but even the buildings across the street from the stadium were entangled by these roots.

"Strange, why don't we see any of our people?"

Bourne muttered quietly.

"What?" Duran didn't have Bourne's good eyesight and asked, "Bourne, what did you see?"

"Those people," Bourne said, pointing to the large area of ​​dots below, "are just ordinary people. I didn't see any of our knights or nuns, and there were no policemen either. This is not normal."

"Let's go down and take a look. If something is wrong..."

Duran didn't finish his words, but Bourne understood what he meant: if you find the organization, then attack it; if you can't find it, then retreat; they've been here anyway.

At times like this, protecting yourself comes first, and saving others and solving problems comes second. If you can't even protect yourself, who can save the future of the world?

The two men ignored the motorcycle and found a place near the bridge pier and jumped down directly.

If an ordinary person did this, he would be disabled, but Bourne and Duran's physical fitness has reached the second level, so this level is acceptable.

When they got under the bridge and went only a hundred or two hundred meters toward the stadium, Bourne and Duran saw several thick roots breaking through the ground.

Here, the stadium is about 1 km away.

"The roots of this thing actually grow here. Doesn't that mean that the roots of that tree are four or five hundred meters long?"

Duran was surprised.

Bourne felt something was wrong.

He squatted down, put his hands on the roots of the tree, and the Gate of All Wonders was activated.

A strong life force flowed into his body along the tree roots.

This life force is so pure, like mother's milk, intoxicating.

However, after just a few seconds, this vitality was suddenly interrupted.

Bourne woke up from his intoxication and found that the root in his hand had turned yellow and crispy without him knowing when.

Just touch it with your fingers and it will crumble into powder.

Looking at the other rhizomes around, they are still fine.

"This is--" Bourne had a bad guess: this tree has consciousness!

It can sense that someone is stealing nutrients, so it directly cuts off the root system.

"What kind of tree is this? Is it a plant or an animal?"

With such doubts in mind, Bourne caught up with Duran and the two continued to move forward.

The further you go, the more roots are exposed on the ground.

Moreover, these roots have many nodules of different sizes, colors and thicknesses.

Although these nodules were motionless, as if they were real knots on a big tree, Bourne could feel that these nodules were rich in life force.

“Is the life force flowing in those rhizomes used to nourish these nodules?”

The two continued walking forward, and soon they arrived in front of the stadium square.

The ground here is full of potholes and has been destroyed beyond recognition by thick rhizomes, but on these rhizomes protruding from the ground, there are actually quite a few people sitting or standing.

These people included men and women, young and old, white-collar workers in suits and ties, and casual travelers in beach pants and flip-flops. They all held a torch and looked toward the stadium entrance with burning eyes, as if they were waiting for something.

Bourne and Duran were just about to find someone nearby to ask about the situation when they heard cheers suddenly erupting in the stadium.

The cheers soon spread to where Bourne and the others were. The crowd, whose expressions were originally serious, angry, or indignant, now seemed to be caught in a sea of ​​joy and began to sing and dance.

"What exactly is going on?"

Not to mention Duran, who had just been in Rio for a week, even Bourne, who had lived here for quite a while and visited many places, was confused.

But it doesn't matter, someone will come to explain it to them soon.

They were a few older girls with Samba flags painted on their faces.

They were originally part of the singing and dancing crowd, but because they were young, they danced more wildly and ran faster and farther.

They spotted Bourne and Duran at the edge of the crowd.

Both of them are tall and handsome.

One is sunny and handsome, looking like a greedy little wolfhound and a domineering little president; the other has a resolute face and has the style of a tough guy.

The presence of these two extremely handsome guys, just standing here, makes the girls' legs go weak, their bodies swell, and they just want to find a place to vent their emotions.

The darkness of the night and the drizzle only fueled this mood.

A few hospitable girls simply threw off their wet jerseys that were sticking to their bodies, turned on the luxurious headlights of the car, sang and danced, and walked straight towards Bourne and Duran.

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