I'm a spy in the film

Time goes back to the bottom cargo hold when the plane just took off.

A middle-aged white man with a Mediterranean hairstyle, wearing the same green vest as Might Guy, with the word "clerk" printed on the back, walked back to the locker next to the elevator with a plate in his hand, smiling. He was the cargo hold clerk who had previously prevented Bernzak from getting on the plane.

When he turned his back to the two people behind him, a smug and sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Eat, eat, and die full. When Boss Charlie takes control of the plane later, I will not let you die too quickly!"

When he walked to the elevator, an ordinary backpack caught his attention. To be precise, it was an exquisite doll pendant on the backpack that aroused his curiosity. It was the backpack of the strong young man.

For some unknown reason, Mediterranean stretched out his right hand and grabbed the puppet.

Suddenly, it was as if an electric current spread throughout his body. Mediterranean was stunned on the spot. All kinds of past events came to his mind, and for a moment he even forgot what he was going to do.

On the other side, Bourne, who was hungry and eating a chicken leg, suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. Although this feeling was fleeting, how could Bourne, who had experienced extraordinary magic, let it go easily? This might be what was called a whim in the past.

Something big is about to happen!

Suddenly, the fried chicken in his hand no longer smelled good. Bourne stood up and looked around. Rows of steel-welded shelves were piled with all kinds of luggage. Could the danger be in the luggage? But if they were to open each bag to check for dangerous goods, not to mention that he and Zack did not have a search warrant, time would not allow. The best way now was to quickly go upstairs, notify the captain and the air police, and nip the danger in the bud. But where did this danger come from?

"Hello, when can we go up to the second floor?" Bourne asked loudly to the Mediterranean. He had just seen this Mediterranean airman standing in front of his backpack for a while, doing nothing, just standing there in a daze, and no one knew what he was doing.

The airline staff are getting worse and worse nowadays!

Mediterranean Spirit was still a little dazed when he heard Bourne's question, and answered subconsciously:

"In half an hour, when the plane reaches the stratosphere and becomes stable, you can take the elevator up!"

Bourne was a little discouraged. Before he could ask more questions, he found that Notan, who was hanging on the zipper of his backpack, waved at him and motioned for him to come over.

Looking at Zack who was sitting on a suitcase and munching on a hamburger, Bourne touched him lightly with his toes, met Zack's puzzled gaze, raised his eyebrows and gave him a look.

Zach's eyes widened, and then he suddenly realized what had happened. He wiped his mouth casually, stopped eating, and followed Bourne, tiptoeing to a luggage rack on the side of the elevator.

"Jingle Bell."

The phone next to the elevator suddenly rang. The Mediterranean clerk, who was still in a trance, shivered all over. Suddenly he woke up, scratched his head, reached out to answer the phone, and asked in a daze:

"Robo, go ahead."

"First class requires special service."

A sweet voice came from the receiver.

It's one of our own!

Mediterranean suddenly woke up completely. This sentence meant: the action is about to begin, and the weapons are being equipped! He looked at his watch and found that the time was earlier than the original plan, but as the boss's most loyal subordinate, he still replied: "I will deliver it on time in 10 minutes!"

After hanging up the phone, Mediterranean was a little excited. How many times had this happened? I didn't know, I didn't remember, but every time I received this order, I would be very excited, because he knew that what followed would be an exciting killing game!

With his mind a little distracted, Mediterraneo skillfully took out the silver-white suitcase he had brought on the plane from a luggage rack, walked to the elevator, and was about to transport it up. When he opened the fence, he suddenly remembered that unlike in the past, this time the suitcase was not just his, but also for two late passengers.

Thinking of this, before pressing the up button, he stole a glance to see if the duo who were seeking their own death were still eating and drinking there.

"I'm going to kill you guys soon! Who made you so annoying!" he thought viciously.

However, to his surprise, the place where the two of them had just sat and eaten and drank was now empty!

"Where did those two people go? Did they find something?"

Shocked, Mediterranean stood up straight and looked in that direction. He touched his boots with his right hand and a dagger with a cold glow appeared in his hand.

"Hey, man!"

The sudden greeting from behind at this moment made the Mediterranean souls in front of him focus all their attention.

"What? When did they get behind me?"

He turned his head in astonishment, and a huge fist quickly enlarged before his eyes.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Mediterranean didn't even say a word and fell to the ground with dark circles under his eyes.

It was Zack who spoke to attract attention, and it was naturally Bourne who threw the punch.

"Hey, Bourne, although hitting someone in the eyes like this doesn't meet the instructor's requirements, it's really powerful. Next time there is such an opportunity, you must let me try it too."

Zach kicked the obviously concussed Mediterranean Sea under his feet, kicked the dagger in his hand away, and asked excitedly and curiously:

"Bourne, how do you know there's something wrong with this guy?"

"intuition!"

Bourne didn't say much. He walked quickly forward and put Notan into his pocket.

At this moment, he was exchanging consciousness quickly with Notan. To be precise, Notan was transmitting several images to Bourne's brain.

In one, a blond man with narrow eyes and thin lips pointed at a plane cross-section diagram spread out on the table, seemingly explaining something, with five or six people standing or sitting around him, all listening attentively;

The second picture was a wanted poster on the Internet. Charles Lane was the planner and implementer of many hijackings. He had an antisocial personality and was extremely dangerous. He had plastic surgery after each crime, so he escaped capture many times. The photo showed a middle-aged white man. Although his appearance had changed, his cold and indifferent eyes remained the same. Bourne knew that this was the thin eyes in the first picture. At the bottom of the wanted poster, it was clearly marked - (arrested);

The third one was a long shopping list and two receipts. The shopping list listed guns, bullets, explosives, special clothing and other items that ordinary people would not buy, and they were all marked with "√". The two receipts were written in code, and only the signature and logo at the bottom were clear. One was in the shape of a house with the words "Continent Ella" in the middle, and the other was in the shape of a shopping cart with two "Ms". Obviously, these represented two suppliers, but now it seemed that these two suppliers were not good people;

The fourth picture shows a man in ground staff uniform lying in a pool of blood in a small carriage. The word "backroom staff" is printed on the back of his clothes. It seems that the Mediterranean man on the ground is a fake.

Based on the images sent by Notan and combined with the mission information, it is not difficult to conclude that the impending hijacking may be a "prison escape" operation planned and implemented by the arrested Mr. Charles Lane.

By now his accomplices must be lurking among the passengers, so what are they waiting for?