Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Project Aries? What is that?"

"The purpose of the Aries program is to cover all devices running code. No matter where the computer is, as long as the code running is based on 0 and 1, it will be attacked. If the program is loaded onto a satellite, it will spread like a virus. Any weapon It is only a matter of time before the system is controlled by him, conventional, nuclear weapons, and new weapons that we have never heard of, hitting wherever he wants."

As Ramsay spoke, he used a computer to simulate the effects of Project Aries on the big screen. Everyone felt nervous when they saw it. Ron waved his hand indifferently:

"Don't be so nervous, guys, don't you know that all nuclear weapons are not connected to the Internet? And the launch procedures are very complicated, almost all of which are manual operations, so there is no need to worry at all, as long as this Aries system cannot invade brain cells , then the most it can do is affect conventional weapons through wrong orders."

"But even this is a trouble, we must stop him." Toretto said solemnly.

"Of course," Ron nodded in agreement: "The question is where should we go to find it? I'm not the only one who thinks we should only get half of it, right?"

"Yes, it is precisely because this plan is so dangerous that Mr. Anonymous split its prototype into two pieces. Without the activation key, it would be just two pieces of scrap metal. Now that Jacob has got half of it, he will definitely do it next Looking for the other half, as for the secret key, it is missing now.”

"So, to find it and to crush his plan, we have to split up." Toretto said: "Roman, Taj, I have an old acquaintance in Europe who can provide us with everything we want."

"Leave it to me." Roman said confidently.

"Wait, there's one more thing," Taiji suddenly interrupted Toretto's division of labor: "Mr. Anonymous mentioned a name related to the key in the encrypted message. I don't think he would send it to us for no reason. Do any of you know this person?"

Taiji typed on the keyboard for a while, and a picture of a handsome man with a blank look on his face appeared on the screen.

"OMG! David Webber!" Ron couldn't help shouting: "This is impossible! He should have died long ago!"

Taj asked, "Ron, do you know this guy? Who is he?"

"David Weber, she was an agent who came out of the same training class as me. After graduation, she was assigned to the CIA. She later participated in NASA's space program and explored Mars. Because of the storm, she had to die on Mars!" Ron was surprised. From ear to ear: "At least that's what I know. I didn't expect this guy to be alive! How did he survive on Mars?!"

"Perhaps, he used his own feces and urine to grow potatoes in the Mars base and rushed to NASA to send a spaceship to bring him back?" Roman joked, but as soon as he finished speaking, everyone gave him a hard look, only to Being able to throw up his hands and say, "Okay, I'm kidding."

"OK, since I know this person, I will hand this person over to me. I guess there must be something in him that Nameless Doe wants me to get." Ron recovered from the shock and clapped his hands to get everyone's attention again. Focus on yourself:

"Roman, Taj, and you two are still going to find his old friend according to Toretto's arrangement. Toretto, Jacob is your brother, so is it okay to leave it to you?"

Toretto nodded matter-of-factly.

"Then, others will stay in this base to provide us with intelligence support and prepare things that may be needed for future operations. Then, everyone starts taking action!"

After Ron's arrangement, everyone quickly began to take action. Several people whose names were called by Ron immediately packed their bags and set off to find information. Ron dragged Marvin to explain a few words before leaving the base.

In Bern, the capital of Switzerland, the capital branch of Zurich Bank welcomed a special guest today, a handsome man wearing only a sweater jacket on a cold day.

Following the ancient tradition of the Swiss banking industry, his down-and-out appearance did not attract the bank manager's contempt. Instead, he politely walked up to him and said: "Hello, how can I help you?"

"I'll handle the safe-related business."

As soon as he said this, the lobby manager, who was always calm and British butler-like, couldn't help but say "Eh".

You must know that the safe deposit box business of Swiss banks has always been the exclusive domain of the wealthy, because the rental price of safe deposit boxes is not cheap, and only they have the need to store treasures that are not safe even at home in bank safe deposit boxes. middle.

But the young man in front of him didn't look like a rich man. His good professional habits made him immediately smile apologetically: "Sorry, I'm rude. Please fill in your account number and call someone." Come help you.”

The lobby manager handed over a receipt, and the man filled in the account number tattooed on his body, and then handed it back to the manager. After the manager entered the account number into the computer, the expression on his face became even more surprised and respectful: "Hello , Dear distinguished guest, please come with me."

The lobby manager led him into an elevator. After a long journey, they arrived at a bank vault that was unknown how many meters underground.

"Please put your hands on this."

The lobby manager pointed to the human body information collector next to him. The man obediently put his hand on it. The red laser flashed again, and then the screen turned green.

"Authentication successful."

"please wait for a moment."

The lobby manager put an impeccable professional smile on his face and led it into a VIP room. After a while, a staff member came in carrying a large iron box. After placing the box on the table, what did he say? Without saying anything, he withdrew again.

"This is your safe. In order to protect your privacy, please use this VIP room as you like. You will not be disturbed in any way. If necessary, press the zero button next to the store and I will come to serve you immediately. .”

The lobby manager bowed politely to her and left.

This is the rule of the Swiss bank. Customers who use the bank's safe deposit box business are important VIPs. The bank is only responsible for keeping things for them, and will not have any curiosity about the contents of the safe. In other words, even if you are in a Swiss bank If you store a nuclear bomb in it, they will carefully preserve it for you.

I don’t know if this is actually the case, at least this is what the propaganda looks like.

The lobby manager had already left the VIP room. The man immediately opened the box impatiently and left his watch, pen, hard drive and other sundries aside. The man immediately grabbed the passport in the box.

"It turns out that my name is Bourne Jason, and I am a Frenchman."

This situation may seem strange to others, but it is completely normal to someone who has lost his memory.

Bourne fell into the sea a week ago. He no longer remembers the specific reason. Fortunately, he was boarded by a passing fishing boat. The person who rescued him said that he was shot several times and had a bank account number tattooed on his back. The same thing, according to the well-informed old ship doctor, it was the account number of a bank in Zurich, so he came here to try his luck, but unexpectedly he discovered his life experience.

However, when he was about to put the contents of the box into the bag, he discovered that the safe actually had a mezzanine. Out of curiosity, she immediately opened the mezzanine first, not thinking about the contents in the mezzanine, which almost shocked him. chin.

He saw a pistol and several magazines filled with bullets placed in the middle of the mezzanine. This was not what surprised him the most. What really surprised him was that the passport held in his hand in the mezzanine was actually There are more than a dozen more!

In each passport, apart from the photo being exactly the same as her own, the name and nationality were completely different. In addition, under these passports, there was a box full of banknotes from various countries lying quietly!

This couldn't help but make him have a newly established understanding of his own identity, but he was immediately shocked and turned upside down.

She was so frightened that he quickly put all the contents of the safe into the handbag given to her by the bank.

In addition to the pistol, which he carefully put back into the safe, she also wiped off her fingerprints on the pistol without any knowledge. Her movements were so delicate that she was as careful as a professional killer or agent.

"I'm wondering how long it's been since I last came here?" Bourne said in a pretense of nonchalance as he returned the safe containing only the pistol to the lobby manager.

"I'm not sure, but it should be at least three weeks. Sir, do you want me to call a cab for you?"

"No, thank you." After getting the information he wanted, Bourne declined the lobby manager's offer to call a taxi for him and walked out of the bank quickly.

Although he didn't know what kind of person he was before, possessing so many identities and dangerous weapons like pistols, but out of instinctive caution, Bourne carefully avoided passers-by on the street.

But who would have thought that he had just walked into a quiet alley when a gust of punch suddenly came from behind his head. Alarm bells rang in Bourne's heart. He quickly lowered his head due to conditioned reflex, turned around based on his feeling, and punched the attacker hard in the abdomen.

However, the fist was empty. The attacker had already jumped out of his attack circle before he started taking action, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"David, long time no see. I didn't expect that after such a long time, your skills have not improved at all. You are always so straightforward."

"I'm not the David you're looking for, have you admitted it wrong?" Byrne stared at the visitor warily. For some reason, she always felt that the smiling man in front of her was full of danger: "Who are you? Why are you attacking me?"

"Are you kidding me, or have you really lost your memory?" Ron frowned suspiciously and looked at the other person: "To be honest, this joke is not funny at all. What is your name now?"

"Bourne, I'm Bourne. I have no idea what you're talking about." Bourne denied contact with the other party, but immediately realized that the person in front of him might be the only clue to his true identity.

What's even more rare is that although the other party attacked him as soon as he came up, he didn't feel any murderous intent from the other party. It felt like two old friends were greeting each other. The conversation changed and he began to test: "You Do you know me? Do you have any evidence?"

"Evidence? You want evidence from me?" Ron stared at Bourne's handbag and pouted: "I guess that bag of yours must contain a large amount of cash, a pistol, and many passports. Well, he ran away. Desperados may prepare these, but don’t worry, I have other evidence.”

Seeing that the other party still maintained a vigilant posture, Ron began to increase his moves: "My name is Ron, and we are good friends. If you don't believe it, I bet you that one of your passports must be called Luke Skywalker. There is a Chinese passport called Zhang Dingding.”

"How do you know?!" Bourne was shocked, because when he was in the VIP room just now, he did find these two names on the passport. The name that knew his false identity meant that the other party must be someone he was very familiar with before. .

"Of course I know, because I also have two passports, named Darth Vader and Zhang Erhe," Ron covered his mouth and snickered, thinking back to his youthful days.

When the three heroes of the Secret Service sneaked out to watch a movie together, they were watching the Star Wars sequel that had just been released. Because David lost a bet to him, he had to name one of his fake identities Luke Skywalker. The name Zhang Dingding came about when David asked Ron to help him come up with a Chinese name, and Ron gave him the name as a prank. name.

"What do these names have to do with each other?" Bourne asked blankly.

"Well, it seems you really have no memory left at all," Ron shook his head in disappointment: "Anyway, we were very good friends before..."

There was a flurry of footsteps outside the alley, getting closer and closer. Ron looked out and saw a group of police officers approaching the alley where they were.

"This is not the place to talk. You are being watched. Come with me." Ron said without any explanation, dragging Bourne out.

"Wait, I haven't confirmed your identity yet, I can't go with you!"

"After you confirmed my identity, you were also arrested by them," Ron pointed to the police outside: "Listen, first of all, we were very good friends before. Although I don't know what happened to you, I I am very willing to help you, but then, I encountered some troubles and someone pointed me out, so I had to ask you for help. We must help each other now, just like before."

Ron grabbed Bourne's shoulders firmly and said seriously.

Bourne stared into Ron's eyes for three full seconds before nodding with difficulty: "Okay, I'll go with you."

Compared to the unkind police officers outside, Ron seemed more trustworthy: "Where are you going to take me?"

"Türkiye, but first we need to get rid of these pesky followers."

Ron glanced around the streets outside, and quickly locked his eyes on the U.S. Embassy: "Take out your U.S. passport and follow me."