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Chapter 72 It's all lsp!

"That's all the information we know so far."

The Commander presents the information to Bond and English.

"That is to say, apart from that Jason Bourne and [SB] medicine, we are still not at all useful about the true intentions, scale, and universality and manufacturability of the organization behind him. news," Bond concluded.

In fact, he really wanted to say "this is no different from knowing nothing", but after thinking about it, forget it.

"Yes." The person in charge nodded.

"It seems that this task is very difficult." Bond smiled, "No wonder I need to end my vacation time early."

English, who was beside him, rolled his eyes and felt that this sentence was quite compelling.

"Me too. I was basking in the sun in Hawaii when I received the mission...I didn't expect such a major accident to happen, so I had to hurry back." English said.

"..." There was silence in the office as soon as this remark was made. Bond glanced up and down at English, nodded with a smile and said, "It seems that Mr. English has taken good sun protection measures."

"...Yes! At that time, I was experimenting with a powerful sunscreen newly developed by the equipment department." English filled in the gaps in words and appearance without any hesitation.

"But I remember that I found you at the MI7 headquarters, Mr. English?" the person in charge couldn't help asking.

"...As Agent No. 1, I need to be ready at any time to prevent the enemy from detecting my actual movements, so generally speaking, my double will always be at the headquarters to confuse the public." English instantly Another reason was made up, "What you saw at the headquarters was my double."

"Oh..." The person in charge was dubious.

"That's a good idea." Bond thought thoughtfully.

As the famous 007, he often has such troubles. He has already used this strategy once before to execute the mission by feigning death, and he can't use it again. This golden cicada escape is a plan that can be implemented on a regular basis, and it is predictable. It's very effective!

Thinking of this, Bond's gaze towards English couldn't help but be a little higher. Agent No. 7 who can make MI1 treat him like this must have the ability... Maybe, the previous performance was all for his own sake. To confuse?
Hmm...not impossible!
Bond felt he needed to be a little more careful.

It is useless to continue staying in the stronghold. Bond and English left the stronghold together, preparing to find some relevant information. This is also the premise of their mission this time... We can't just wait for the information to come to our door like before. , Let others lead you by the nose!

Anxi's eyes lit up.

Finally, he waited for the opportunity... He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message that had already been edited to Bourne's mobile phone, letting Bourne take action and inform various organizations of the news.

Let's make a public appearance first, shall we?
And he started to change clothes.

As a planner, it is common for him to appear on stage during performances, some as a guest star, and some as an important role to guide the plot... Anxi naturally wants to do the latter.

The aura of these protagonists is too thick, and God knows how far it will develop if they are not controlled. Of course, it is best to participate in it and guide it with one hand.

And Anxi was really feeling a little flustered... Although not long had passed, the instinct of being a fun person had already made him want to move.

……

"Mr. English, I think we should part here."

On the street, Bond said to English: "Given that our respective action habits are different, so the next investigation will be carried out separately, and if we find valuable information, we will share it."

"Ok, ok!" English said in response.

Bond found a direction and walked forward.

After a meeting.

"Mr. English," Bond stopped, looked at English who was pretending to look at the items on the booth with curiosity, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are... are you following me?"

"No, you misunderstood!" English shook his head again and again, "It's just that the direction we're going in may be the same as this section of the road..."

"..." Bond was silent.

It's been three blocks, and Bond deliberately spared it, but English still followed... just follow, he doesn't look like a secret agent at all, this is almost the same as following uprightly ?

Bond was a little confused for a while. If it was a stalking with extremely high stalking skills, he could understand that English was plotting something wrong. But what does this stalking mean?
It can't be the only way to do this, right?
"I don't know where Mr. English is going?" Bond chose to ask directly.

"I... I'm going to take a look at the Eiffel Tower!" English replied.

"What are you doing there?" Bond frowned.

"I think...uh...a Yankee like this must visit some famous sights when he comes to Paris, so maybe he can find some information there!" English said.

Bond: "..."

No, there is a limit to lying anyway!

Leaving aside whether spies or agents would do this, even if they did, do you plan to find someone in a scenic spot with an average daily traffic of more than 2.5 visitors?

"Oh, then you're going the wrong way. Now this is the direction to the Alexander III Bridge. I'm going to go there to investigate the remaining traces on the spot."

Bond pointed in the direction they had come, whether he believed it or not, but he just wanted to see what English would do next.

"Haha, so it is!"

English "suddenly realized": "Thank you Mr. Bond, I will go to... the Eiffel Tower!"

After saying that, English turned his head, looked left and right, whistled, and left slowly.

"..." Bond frowned, and until English disappeared from sight, he still didn't understand what he wanted to do.

Bond turned around and was about to change direction when he received a message.

He glanced, and the brow that had just been lowered was frowned again.

"Jason Bourne has another news...Alexander III Bridge again? I didn't say the time. If there are large troops going, won't they come?"

Not long after, the Alexandre III Bridge.

Bond didn't stop walking, wearing sunglasses, he looked like an ordinary tourist, visiting the scenery.

Today's parade does not cover this area, and the bridge deck has not been closed due to yesterday's accident, so there are indeed many tourists coming and going for sightseeing, and Bond is not conspicuous among them.

Not long after, his footsteps paused slightly, and he returned to normal.

The eyes under the sunglasses focused on one person.

It was a red-haired lady wearing a beige windbreaker, a black turtleneck sweater, and slim-fit jeans. She was leaning on the fence and looking out. Her slim figure could not be covered by the appropriate matching clothes, and her face was partially covered by sunglasses. , but also all the more attractive because of it.

Bond goes that way.

Regardless of whether you find it or not, what is the follow-up development, if you have a high-quality girl, you have to win it!

"Who would let such an attractive lady wait here alone?"

"Ma'am, can I invite you for a cup of coffee?"

The two accusations that sounded at the same time made the three of them stunned at the same time.

Bond looked at his competitor. With half-length blond hair and a handsome face, he basically had no shortcomings in terms of appearance except being a little shorter... With a style completely different from his own, he was a strong competitor!

Ethan Hunt raised his eyes slightly, and observed the man in front of him. He was a middle-aged man with black hair, and his appearance was not outstanding at all. He was wearing a well-tailored suit, but he was very charming... Could this be the so-called gentleman?No way no way?

"interesting."

Natasha Romanov took off her sunglasses, the corners of her rosy lips outlined her charm, and she looked back and forth between the two, with a hint of confusion appearing on her face at the right time.

"Which gentleman should I . . . pay attention to first?"

On the side, the tourist Anxi admired the scene.

To be honest, this was really not what he expected, I can only say...these two bs are all sp!

Oh no, a serious lsp!

Who knew that these people bumped into each other before the plan started, and they could come to the pseudo-Sura field again?
Anxi decided to ask Byrne to wait.

This kind of good show is rare... look again!

　Ulla!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)