I'm a spy in the film

Chapter 114 Gossip and Leisure

Bourne opened his mouth in shock. I never thought that even a tiger would not eat its own cubs. This gangster boss, a former FBI undercover, actually used his own child as a backup organ harvester, and the child also rebelled against him.

This is truly a story of “kind father and filial son”!

"What happened next?"

After sighing for a while and letting this explosive inside information digest in his mind, Bourne asked.

"What happened next? After the successful operation, the team leader, Agent Richard, pulled out Spallanzan's oxygen tube. So: Spallanzan died, Agent Richard was arrested, the Vegas Gang was destroyed, and Deputy Director Locke was promoted!"

This result was completely beyond Bourne's expectations. He had a good impression of Agent Richard, but he didn't expect him to be an emotional person and was finally betrayed by his own boss.

It is said that the heads of the FBI have dirty hearts, and it seems that this is true. Even Hank, who seems to take good care of his subordinates on weekdays, did not reveal any information in the last mission. If it weren't for Bourne, the witness protection team led by Captain Norton would have suffered heavy casualties.

No wonder Captain Norton, who has no hope of promotion, was allowed to lead the team. In this way, it is understandable that Captain Norton considered himself to be punished.

Alas, there are some things that you cannot think about too much, because thinking about them too much is terrifying!

This office is indeed a hotbed for gossip. Even the most serious FBI is the same. Bourne feels that the gossip he has heard in the past few days in the office is more than he has heard in his two lifetimes combined. Moreover, this gossip does not discriminate based on nationality, class, or race. It can be said that everyone is equal under gossip!

Bourne accumulated his strength bit by bit in this boring and regular life: writing reports, listening to gossip and exercising at work during the day; studying the Book of Whispers, exercising and sleeping after work. Although the data on the system panel did not change, Bourne could feel that both his adaptability to the Book of Whispers and his control over his body were improving slowly but steadily.

At 7:30 that evening, Bourne read "The Book of Ramblings" as usual. He didn't put down the book until he felt his head a little swollen. He started doing aerobic exercise. After a while, he was sweating all over.

Suddenly, the cell phone on the coffee table rang.

Bourne continued to complete this set of movements, wiped the sweat from his hands and face with a towel, and then turned on his phone. It was a short message:

"Eight o'clock, Four Seasons Hotel, seventh codeword."

Seeing the familiar number, Bourne was stunned for two seconds, then jumped up happily.

Suddenly thinking of something, Bourne smelled the smell on his body, shook his head in disgust, and without even picking up the mat on the floor, he rushed into the bathroom and gave himself a thorough cleaning.

In the fifteen years since he traveled through time, Bourne has been quite satisfied with his current life. The only thing he still hasn't gotten used to is the strong body odor of this body. He doesn't know if it's because his sense of smell is too sensitive, or if the soul's travel through time brought him a little bit of cleanliness from his previous life, but Bourne can't stand the strong body odor of himself and those close to him.

So Bourne basically takes a shower twice a day, morning and evening, and sprays some men's perfume on his body when he goes out. His behavior is well received by his ex-girlfriends.

It took Bourne only ten minutes to take a shower, shave, change into a casual suit suitable for a date, order a bouquet of flowers, and then go out happily.

It took Bourne fifteen minutes to arrive at the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel.

Because the place was close, Bourne came by subway. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt like he was being watched after he came out of the apartment. He asked Nottan, who was in his pocket, but the answer he got was: there are too many people here, and it's impossible to sense them.

Indeed, this is one of the most prosperous places in Manhattan, with a flow of people no less than that of the city center of the Celestial Empire in the previous life. As a tall and handsome young man, it is normal for him to be looked at with admiration by passing girls. After all, Bourne did not sense any malice in those eyes looking at him, and the "danger warning" did not sound an alarm!

Therefore, Bourne, who was in a very good mood, just stood at the door of the hotel and looked around. Seeing that he didn't find anything, he didn't take the matter to heart and went straight into the hotel.

As one of the top hotels in New York, the Four Seasons Hotel is not only luxuriously decorated and fully equipped, but also provides high-end services.

Every waiter here has been professionally trained. They can remember the appearance and preferences of almost every customer they have ever received, provide appropriate services at the right time without being annoying, and keep customer secrets. This makes this hotel the preferred hotel for many customers who value privacy.

Just like now, although Bourne was only here for the second time, the waiter who guided him recognized at a glance that Bourne had been to the hotel a week ago. At that time, this guest lived in the Sunlight Pavilion with four young female companions, and the next day when the four female companions walked out of the hotel, their legs were trembling.

"Good kidneys!" was the deep impression Bourne left on him.

Therefore, he took the initiative to greet Bourne as soon as he entered the door.

Although the young man got the room number from the front desk through a code word this time, the waiter wisely did not show any familiarity of seeing an old customer. When the elevator arrived at the designated floor and sent Bourne out of the elevator, he just asked Bourne if he needed a midnight snack and asked what time would be suitable.

When he said that, Bourne seemed to remember that he had also ordered a midnight snack last time, and it seemed that it was Majili who ordered it...

So embarrassing, I was recognized!

Bourne looked a little embarrassed, but he still accepted the waiter's suggestion. Two hours later, someone from the service desk would call to ask if he had placed an order.

Just like that, Bourne quickly walked to the door of the agreed room. The door opened, and a pair of fair arms, whiter than frost and snow, reached out and hugged Bourne's neck, pulling him in.

Bourne made a "wuuuu" sound of resistance, but walked honestly straight into the room. Only after his figure completely disappeared in the door frame did he close the door with his heel.

This time was different from a few days ago. That time he was drunk and not sober, but this time it was a short separation and the emotions between the two soon became warm.

It was not until he finally lay down on the bed, hugged his partner Ella who was sleeping soundly, that Bourne, who had entered the sage state, had time to think about some problems that he had never noticed before, such as:

Why did every meeting between him and Ella seem like a secret meeting? When did this habit begin?

Is Ella lusting after his body, or is she admiring his literary talent?

At this moment, the phone on the bedside table rang.

Oh, I remember now, it was the front desk who asked if I needed a midnight snack.

Bourne picked up the phone, but before he could say anything, a hurried voice came from the other end:

"Sir, do you need security services from our hotel?..."

Bourne's face suddenly turned ugly.