I'm a spy in the film

"Excuse me, who is Mr. Bernie Lee?"

In an office on one side of the airport terminal, Bourne and Zack, important witnesses, had their coffee refilled for the fifth time. At this time, a middle-aged man in a local Belgian police uniform, holding a document, pushed open the door and walked into the office, asking politely in English.

"I am." Bourne stood up.

"Mr. Bourne, on behalf of the Bruges Police Headquarters, I welcome you and your colleagues. Due to the case, you and your colleagues cannot leave Bruges for the time being. Please cooperate. However, all your expenses in Bruges will be borne by the Bruges Municipal Council. Please enjoy the beautiful scenery of Bruges."

After saying that, the police officer returned the documents to Bourne and the other man, indicating that they could leave the airport.

Bourne and his companion packed their few luggages and just walked out of the airport gate when they saw a young woman in a black windbreaker and a golden ponytail getting out of a black car across the street. She waved at them and it seemed that she had been waiting there for a long time.

"Hey, Agent Bourne, Agent Zack!" The woman in the windbreaker quickly crossed the street and came up to the two men and showed her ID: "Olivia, FBI Boston Branch."

Before Bourne and the others could answer, she said quickly, "I just came from Frankfurt. Where is the file?"

Bourne and Zack looked at each other, and Zack took out a document that was strictly sealed in special packaging from the interlayer of his coat, but he did not hand it to the woman in front of him immediately.

Olivia didn't get angry, she just calmly dialed a number and handed it to Bourne. Bourne took it, and sure enough, the other party was Broy, the director of the Boston branch. After Broy said the correct code, Bourne signaled to Zack that the code was correct and he could hand the file to the woman in front of him - Olivia.

Olivia took the document, immediately took out a knife and cut open the package, pulled out a page of paper, took a look at it, and put it back into the file bag.

She nodded to the two of them, indicating that the documents were correct, then turned around and crossed the road again to her car, opened the door, sat in the driver's seat, started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away.

Only Bourne and the other man were left standing on the street, staring blankly at Olivia's series of actions, until the car disappeared out of sight. Then the two men realized: Oh my god, we were left behind like this!

Since we accepted your invitation to work together on the case, we have encountered three hijackings and four waves of robbers in just one day. Now we have finally crossed the Atlantic Ocean and delivered the documents intact, but you didn't even say a word of comfort, and you just left us on this unfamiliar street and drove away?

Even a tool wouldn't be used like this!

Bourne was new to the job and didn't understand the FBI's style of work, so he just complained in his heart. But how could Zack, who had been in the local New York police station for many years, was admitted to the FBI and became a veteran agent in the field team, not understand the essence of "joint investigation, limited cooperation"? But even though Zack was experienced, it was the first time he had seen such a clear distinction.

"Fuck you!" At the airport exit, Zack uttered a series of classic Chinese curses, completely ignoring the sidelong glances of the passengers passing by. It was only when Bourne pulled him and dragged him to a place with fewer people that Zack spat fiercely to the side and temporarily stopped his anger. However, he immediately started calling his boss Hank and began to complain.

Bourne was also secretly furious. On this day, he was facing extremely vicious hijackers and serious criminals. He had a lot of anger in his heart and needed to vent it out. But when he thought of the high AIDS rate in the neighboring Netherlands, Bourne's idea of ​​finding a few workers to indulge himself was extinguished.

Just as Bourne was thinking about finding a bar to get drunk, the phone in his pocket rang. It was an unfamiliar number. When he picked it up, the person on the other end of the line was the female aircraft designer on the plane who asked him for help in finding her lost daughter.

"Hello, Mr. Bourne, I'm Katie Prati,"

"Hello Ms. Katie, how did you get my number?"

"Haha!" A woman laughed heartily on the other end of the phone, but she did not answer Bourne's question. Instead, she asked, "Mr. Bourne, thank you for saving my daughter. Are you available now? I want to thank you in person!"

"Well, no need, ma'am, it's a piece of cake. Besides, my colleagues and I have to stay in Bruges for a while, so we can't go to Frankfurt for the time being." Bourne was still a little scared of this recently widowed lady who looked like the heroine, so he declined.

"What a coincidence! I'm in Bruges too. I'm at Gruuthuse Hof, 36 Maria Street, and I've already booked a table. Come over right away!" Bourne was stunned when he heard the beeping sound from the other end of the line. Was this arranged?

But now the documents have been delivered, and I am temporarily fine. Someone invited me to dinner, and she is a charming new widow, so... Hey, I really don't know how to refuse others!

Bourne made up his mind. At this time, Zach hung up the phone angrily. He turned around and saw Bourne looking at him, and said:

"I told Boss Hank about this. He told us not to bother with those bastards in Boston and to eat and have fun here instead of going to Frankfurt. He also gave us a week's vacation. Haha, let's go wander around Europe and relax after this and get out of the spotlight."

"Hiding from the limelight?" Bourne asked in surprise.

"Boss Hank said that these hijacking incidents involved several international terrorist organizations and some domestic forces that wanted to take advantage of the situation to stir up trouble. There is a lot of water behind them. So even though we met at the right time, we will inevitably be blacklisted by some organizations. These organizations are not paying attention to us yet. But once we go back, the bureau will have to investigate our whereabouts, and we will be exposed to everyone, so we'd better not go back to China recently."

"Boss Hank said this was the deputy director's intention!" Zack added.

It turns out that having your own people in the bureau is really useful. Bourne sighed. He didn't want to stand in the spotlight so soon and become a target of criminals. Not to mention that his family would be implicated, with his current small body, he would not be able to withstand any terrorist organization!

Strength, and more strength, I want to become stronger!

"Don't think too much. Come on, I'll take you to experience the exotic customs. In this place, I only need to smell it to know where the most beautiful girls in the area gather!"

Seeing that Bourne was a little dazed, Zack put his arm around Bourne's shoulders and grinned evilly.

"Uh, sorry, I have an appointment, Zack," Bourne spread his hands helplessly.

"What? You have a date? When? We've been together all the time, how come I didn't know?" Zack showed a surprised expression and looked at Bourne in surprise.

"Just when you were on the phone, I also received a call from the mother of the girl who was lost on the plane. She is also in Bruges."

"Oh, that's how it is"

When he heard that it was a mother with a child, Zack breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that if his partner could pick up a beautiful woman so quickly, wouldn't it make him, the prodigal son Zack, seem inferior to others?

"Okay, let's find a place to stay and send each other messages. I'm going hunting too!" Zack shook his head casually and walked away with his butt twisted.

Bourne laughed silently, hailed a taxi and headed for the agreed place.