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Chapter 68

IMF, the full name of Impossible Mission Force, is the Impossible Mission Intelligence Agency, which specializes in missions that seem impossible.

And their record is indeed worthy of this title. The missions are all at the level of leaking all the CIA lists, nuclear bomb crisis or virus crisis, although most of them seem to be created or amplified by their subordinates... But you just say that the solution has not been solved!

To be honest, it can be seriously suspected that they are suspected of doing things on their own and then solving them by themselves to cheat funds by using their records.

……

On the huge rock column that is light red in the sun, a man wearing a black vest and half-long hair is climbing.

There is no rope tied to his body, only simple chalk... Unarmed rock climbing!
And above him, the only way to pass is a 110-degree cliff with the ground!

But he just passed by like that, even though there was only a few fingers on one hand that could not grasp the point of strength, he even slipped halfway, and almost fell down a rock pillar tens of meters high... It was still safe and sound pass.

This is his favorite extreme sport. Only in this way can he maintain his physical state and mentality. The thrill of walking on the edge of the blade, life in one step... death in one step!

When he finally passed the terrifying steep cliff and successfully climbed to the top, a sense of joy filled his heart.

Just as he was gasping for breath, he suddenly heard the roar of a helicopter propeller.

It wasn't an auditory hallucination... He looked in the direction of the sound, it was a helicopter, and the person on the helicopter was holding a weapon similar to a rocket launch, aiming at his position.

"Ha..." The man shook his head with a rather helpless expression.

With a sound of "bang!", the weapon was fired, and a small rocket shot straight out of it, towards the position next to the man, and then his head was directly nailed to the ground!

But it didn't explode.

The man didn't even hide. If someone really attacked this place in this way, where could he hide?It's nothing more than death.

Besides, he also knew that this was not an attack.

Helplessness is precisely because of this... It's like an employee suddenly receiving a WeChat message from the boss during the holiday, can this be a good thing?

Pretending to be invisible is the best option, but a man would not do this kind of thing, he would only accept the missions that came to him.

Of course, there was another important reason - he was already too busy to panic.

When he came to the rocket nailed to the ground, the man pulled out the tail of the rocket, and a pair of sunglasses was pushed out with a slight mechanical sound.

"New thing?" The man said, took out his sunglasses, stood up, and put them on.

Some information appeared out of thin air in the field of vision, apparently from the lens of the sunglasses... If it is available on the market, this is an epoch-making high-tech item, but now it is only used as a tool to transmit mission information.

Along with the emergence of information, some voices of explanation sounded.

"Good morning, Mr. Ethan Hunt, your mission - a bio-augmentation agent called [SB] and its research and development materials must be retrieved or destroyed.

You can choose two members of the operation at will, and go to the Paris stronghold to learn about the details of the operation.

What is different from usual is that all agents, funds, and energy of the entire CIA authority must serve this operation, so I am happy to inform you that you don’t have to worry about the risk of exposure, because we are also operating at the same time as MI6, SVR, as well as DESG in France, will all participate in the competition for this medicine at the same time.

In another sense, this is not a spying operation, Mr. Hunter.

This is a war. "

Then, within Ethan Hunt's field of vision, the video of Bourne killing people on the bridge was played.

After the video was played, a mechanized female voice said slowly, "This message will self-destruct in 5 seconds."

Ethan took off his sunglasses, glanced in his hands calmly, and then threw them out.

A slight explosion in the air meant that this pair of high-tech sunglasses had been completely destroyed.

"War." Ethan muttered, his half-length blond hair brushing his face.

"Super Soldier Potion?"

at the same time.

MI6.

Wearing a neat black suit and black hair, a middle-aged man who perfectly fits the description of a gentleman is sitting at the desk, looking at the information in his hand.

"Mrs. M," the man said, "this is not a small task as you said."

"Bond, I'm sorry about this, but when I informed you, it was indeed just a small task." Mrs. M said, "The sudden new information caused this to happen."

The man in front of her is the legend among secret agents - 007, James Bond!

"Yes, I can see it. Even I can't help being moved by the potion that can strengthen the body to such a degree." Bond nodded slightly.

"I need enough equipment and manpower support. This time the operation is not the same as before. It is closer to... a limited area, war."

"Other agencies will also send their top agents," Mrs. M said. "There is obviously an organization behind this matter. It is impossible for us to knowingly commit a crime and devote all our energy to escalate this matter to the level of war. It is possible to do nothing and let such potions be taken away by other forces...

After discussion, we decided to send only the most elite agent team into Paris to participate in this competition. "

"Would they do that?" Bond frowned.

"That's the problem, Bond, there's a saying in China that says, 'You must have the heart to harm others, but you must have the heart to defend against others', and the distrust between us and those intelligence agencies is inevitable.

So we must put all our strength into it. Of course, before the situation escalates further, on the bright side, only you are still involved in resolving this matter. " Madam M said with a sigh.

"That is to say, as long as no one breaks the rules first, it is the best result to solve the matter at our level." Bond said.

"Yes...Moreover, I believe you should know how the potion should be handled in order to bring this matter to an end." Mrs. M stared at Bond.

"The manufacturing materials are destroyed, at least on the surface, and the potion must be used or destroyed on the spot." Bond replied without thinking.

In middle age, Bond has experienced many similar things, and it can be said that he has a wealth of experience in dealing with them... It's just that the effects of the previous potions are not as severe as this time.

"It's better to destroy it, Bond," Mrs. M said with a gloomy gaze. "If you use it... someone will definitely try to reverse it."

Bond looked terrified.

"I understand."

……

SVR.

Two tall, charming women looked at the documents in their hands.

"This time, you will carry out the task on two lines," said the supervisor.

The situation gradually rises and gathers... Paris!
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