I'm a spy in the film

Chapter 181 Detroit Mission

Do you want to go and take a look?

As Bourne was thinking, the young man opposite him handed him a piece of written note paper.

I took the note and saw that it said, "Professional errand runner, designated driver, please contact Bao Bao, XXXXXXX"

Bourne suddenly felt as if he were in another world, and he also found the silent young man in front of him adorable.

Thank you!

Bourne started the car and decided to go over to take a look. There had been no gunshots for a while since the last loud explosion. Although this was not the New York he was responsible for, curiosity or a sense of justice forced Bourne to find out what was going on.

From a distance, Bourne saw a car on fire in front of a record store a few dozen meters ahead. Next to the car, a ponytailed woman in a bowling uniform was pulling a sharp pole out of the chest of a man in black, throwing it on the ground, and walking into the record store next door.

After a while, the woman didn't come out, so Bourne drove slowly forward.

What a familiar car! Isn’t this the car driven by the werewolf-masked man who splashed water all over me and taught me a lesson?

What? I let him off, but now he fails again here?

It's really like the King of Hell wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning, who dares to keep you alive until five o'clock!

You are destined to have a disaster.

Bourne sighed but did not get out of the car. Suddenly, a piece of paper that was half burned by the fire was blown by the wind and stuck to the car window, which caught Bourne's attention.

This is a bearer corporate bond. The face value cannot be seen because the first half was burned, but the string of zeros at the back shows that the face value of this bond is not small.

Putting down the glass, Bourne found the bonds all over the floor.

Wow, who is so generous to burn so many bearer bonds without any regret at all? In one word, "generous"!

However, when Bourne picked up a bond from the ground and examined it carefully, he found that the bond was fake, and very fake, as it was copied using a color copier.

Dry!

Unconvinced, Bourne picked up a few more and found that they were all fake copies.

Detroit people are really interesting. They print some fake bonds and burn them for fun.

Bourne threw the fake bonds back to the ground in dismay and was about to return to his car, but he found a cute panda-shaped suitcase lying quietly under the burning car.

This suitcase looks exactly like the half-burned one in the middle of the road.

Bourne looked around and found that the shopping mall had been abandoned for a long time. There were no cameras. So he didn't hesitate any more. He pulled the suitcase, threw it into the car, and drove away.

He also had to go to the suburbs. Although it was still early for the agreed time, the suburbs were safer in Detroit than the city.

……

It has been more than half a month since the terrorist attack on the White House, and Bourne has been in Washington for more than half a month.

During this half month, except for the first few days in the hospital, he underwent dozens of examinations. When it was confirmed that his physical condition was better than that of the best athletes, he was discharged from the hospital.

After being discharged from the hospital, he was arranged to live in a little-known hotel, but the interior decoration was no less than that of a five-star hotel.

During his stay in the hotel, Bourne was questioned by three groups of people in total. The questions from these people were varied and strange, which made Bourne's head a little dizzy. However, for the sake of having a clear conscience, Bourne answered most of them truthfully. Only those about the mysterious side were vague by Bourne, and the other party seemed to have a tacit understanding and did not ask more questions.

Later I learned that everyone who had participated in the battle that night was isolated and questioned, including the seriously injured Roma and his men, not to mention the prisoners.

In the end, it was the President who spoke, the Speaker of the House of Representatives who seconded him, and the Director of the Secret Service who guaranteed that Bourne was able to leave the hotel early.

Of course, this is also conditional: you can contact outsiders, but you cannot tell others the truth about what happened, including your family, and you cannot return to New York and Texas because there are too many acquaintances there and the possibility of letting the cat out of the bag is too high.

Therefore, Bourne accepted a mission and came to Detroit, a place where he was unfamiliar with and most suitable for Bourne's current situation.

As for the mission, it was to visit a couple, the Warrens.

Bourne had dealt with this couple indirectly. The extremely threatening female doll he killed during the resurrection ceremony of Chinatown murderer Charles Ray was one of the Warrens' collections, Annabell!

The couple originally taught at New York University, and their youngest daughter was a classmate of her younger sister Olive.

For some unknown reason, within less than a year, this wealthy couple moved to Detroit, a city with the worst economy, and were even targeted by the FBI.

This time, Bourne came to visit him to invite him to join the FBI temporarily, and then join a new department when it is established in the future.

In other words, Bourne is just here to blaze a trail.

But strangely enough, the time the couple agreed to meet with Bourne was not the usual visiting time for Americans, morning or evening, nor was it the afternoon during working hours, but late at night.

Therefore, when Bourne arrived in Detroit in the evening, he first contacted the only person he knew in Detroit, Jasmine.

Jasmine recommended him the car rental company in the underground parking lot of the abandoned shopping mall, and also introduced him to several famous local gangs and their spheres of influence in Detroit.

When she learned of Bourne's destination, Jasmine frowned and said:

"I know the place you're talking about. I heard that some people have seen ghosts and apparitions there. Anyway, few people go there, especially at night!"

Bourne didn't care about this.

By the way, he has never seen a ghost since he traveled through time!

However, with the Holy Light in hand, I am not really afraid of ghosts or anything like that.

As I was thinking this, the car sped onto the road heading towards the western suburbs.

Jasmine told me that the west and south parts of Detroit are densely populated by African Americans and Latinos, and the crime rate there is twice that of Detroit, so you must be careful when passing through here and don't get off the car easily, because you never know when and where a bullet may fly and hit you.

Then, the local DPD will drag your body to the crematorium when they arrive late. Bourne once saw a reporter in the newspaper saying that the Detroit police were only responsible for collecting bodies, not solving cases, and he didn't know if it was true.

Bourne shook his head, turned the steering wheel sharply, and turned onto a small road because the radio had just said that there was a gang exchange of fire on the road not far ahead, and drivers of vehicles passing by were asked to make a detour as soon as possible.

"Damn this city, damn this gang, why are they fighting so late at night? Don't they think their lives are long enough?"

Bourne banged the horn in an angry manner. Although he had not looked at the local map carefully, the spatial talent inherited from Daniel allowed Bourne to feel that although he avoided the firefighting zone ahead by turning like this, the distance would be at least ten kilometers longer. It was really annoying to bump around on this shabby road for ten kilometers!

"Police have issued a statewide alert for Dr. Thomas Hanneman, who is organizing organ trafficking in the Detroit area. The number of kidnappings he has committed has increased in our city recently. Now we would like to invite DPD's..."

Damn it, don't Detroit radio stations play anything other than traffic and crime?

Bourne switched through several radio channels but couldn't find any music he liked, so he had to endure the non-stop crime news broadcasts.

Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes and stopped the car in the middle of the road.

It turns out that as long as you turn a sharp turn forward, you will pass through a narrow culvert, and there is a pickup truck parked across the entrance of the culvert, blocking the road.

There is an ambush!

Is this the gang that set itself on fire at night?

How did they find me?