"Hello, please help me check this account." HSBC, Bourne came to the counter and handed the account number in his hand to the teller
He didn't know the account password, so he could only give it a try and wait to see if he could apply to the teller to retrieve it. He was even prepared to make a big event with his bare hands without getting any money.
There was no other way. As a person with amnesia, he would explore his own depth whenever he had a chance.
However, after the teller took the note, he immediately entered the account number into the computer and quickly gave him a smile: "Sir, your account is registered for an anonymous safe deposit service. You have a safe deposited at HSBC Bank. Do you need to extract it now?”
"Bearer safe deposit box service?" Bourne was stunned for a moment, not realizing that what was in the account was not money, but a safe.
Fortunately, this safe does not require a password. You only need to provide an account number to receive it, which makes it easier for Bourne to move.
But this also made Bourne feel a little weird: "It seems that I have been clearly arranged by others? Is there a black hand controlling me behind the scenes?"
The CIA officers had no idea that their own time-tested warriors had deduced them to be the masterminds behind the attack.
But from the time Bourne entered HSBC, intelligence agents arranged by the CIA on Hong Kong Island had already discovered his presence. And reported the news of "Bourne"'s reappearance to the CIA operations chief.
Chief Whitebeard hesitated for a long time and decided to let the intelligence personnel wait until "Bourne" left the bank before taking the initiative to contact him. Determine his recent whereabouts and proceed with Project Treadstone!
Of course, Bourne, who was in the bank, would not refuse the service of withdrawing the safe, and nodded naturally: "Okay!"
"Sir, please wait a moment. Our bank manager and security personnel will take you to the vault." The bank teller kept smiling and asked Bourne to wait in the VIP room.
There is a job for every position. As a bank teller, she is naturally not qualified to take "Bourn" to collect the safe. Soon, a bank manager came to the VIP room with two security guards and politely asked "Bourne" to move to the vault.
After seeing that "Bourne" was a foreigner, the manager blurted out "Good afternoon" in English. Bourne also responded to him "Good afternoon, brother" in English very naturally.
It wasn't until the conversation between the two ended that Bourne reacted: "Eh? Why do I know English!"
"So I can not only speak Chinese, but also English?"
"Should I still understand Russian or Italian..."
A arrogant idea came to his mind, and he was even a little confused as to whether Chinese was his mother tongue or English was his mother tongue.
The group then went to the HSBC vault. Along the way, the bank manager was still in his ear, introducing HSBC's vault services. There are only six banks claiming to offer safe deposit box services on Hong Kong Island. The safest among them is HSBC.
As Bourne listened, he understood in his heart that the manager should let him continue to patronize "HSBC Bank" next time.
Then they passed through heavy security and arrived at the door of a vault. When the manager came here, he took the initiative to stop and said: "Your safe is in the sixth row in the third row. We will wait for you outside."
"Okay." Bourne nodded and stepped into the vault with curiosity. Then the bank manager and two security guards stood guard at the door, keeping their eyes straight and not daring to look around.
In fact, when he got here, Bourne knew in his heart that what was in the safe was probably not money. After all, in such a big bank, the money has already been deposited in the account, so there is no need to put it in the safe.
"Am I a thief? I put jewelry and antiques in it... Could it be that I am a killer and hid the body in it..." Bourne laughed wildly in his mind, and his footsteps gradually approached his safe.
He stood in front of the safe and was about to figure out how to unlock it when the safe in front of him beeped. A ray of light swept across his features, and then there was a click sound inside the safe, which was the sound of the inner lock jumping open.
"Why do I feel like I'm being cheated on?" Bourne muttered in his mind and reached out to pull the safe open.
I saw a tall vertical bag and six notebooks of different colors placed in the safe.
He opened the book one by one and discovered that they were six passports from different countries, and they all had the same name on them: "Jason Bourne."
"Am I a killer?" Bourne's eyes widened, and with his excellent logical thinking ability, he immediately deduced his "identity as a killer."
If not a killer, who can join six nationalities at once and hold six passports openly? You can tell with your butt that these passports are definitely fake identities.
So Bourne opened the outer layer of the vertical bag with a relieved expression, reached out and put the six passports into the small compartment. While putting the passport away, he also took out an earphone from the small compartment and skillfully hung the earphone on his right ear.
Finally, when he opened the vertical bag, he saw a sniper rifle and two American pistols inside.
"I'm really a killer!" Bourne had already convinced himself, but he was not afraid. Instead, he felt that it was good to be a killer.
At the very least, with these guns, he can definitely bring Liu Piaopiao back.
…
When Bourne walked out of the bank with a vertical bag on his back and headphones on, his demeanor was completely different from before. The bank manager carefully handed the receipt document to him for signature. While signing, he kept his mouth shut and there was no more pleasantries as before.
But when Byrne walked out of the door of HSBC Bank, the headphones on his ears suddenly beeped twice and connected to the signal.
A familiar voice came into his ears: "Jason Bourne, Jason Bourne, please answer."
"I'm Danny Zorn, the Bourne Identity liaison."
A blond guy with a shaved head was sitting in a classic car on the opposite street, tapping the car frame with his fingers. After seeing the other party's gesture, Bourne's heart moved, and he lowered his head and walked towards the passenger seat. However, he did not get into the car directly. Instead, he stood in front of the car and asked, "Who are you?"
Danny was very surprised by Bourne's question. He looked at the other person seriously for a moment and then said: "Your liaison officer."
"What happened during the two days of missing contact?"
Byrne thought for a moment and gave an answer.
"fall in love."
Danny seemed to have heard a fantasy, patting the steering wheel with a look of surprise on his face: "You don't implement the stumbling block plan, and you disappear with us just to fall in love?"
"It turns out there is a plan called Stumbling Block..." After Bourne confirmed the identity of his killer, he probably also understood the purpose of this operation. At this time, he opened the door and sat in the passenger seat: "Find someone for me."
"Who are you looking for?" Danny was a little confused.
"My girlfriend, Liu Piaopiao." Bourne said a name, which immediately made Danny's head black.
However, the bank entrance was not a place for chatting, so he started the car and merged it into the traffic flow. While driving and talking to Bourne, it didn't take long for him to know that Bourne seemed to have lost his memory.
So after consulting his superiors, he recounted Bourne's identity and the purpose of his trip. Only then did Bourne know that he was not a killer, but an ICA agent. But in a way, killers and agents do most of the same things.
So Bourne just nodded and happily accepted his new identity as "CIA Agent" and a member of the "Bourne Team".
Fortunately, he did not live an ordinary life for too long, and his two days of amnesia did not cause him to resist his identity as an agent.
But Danny couldn't understand why Bourne still insisted on finding the whereabouts of "Liu Piaopiao" after knowing his identity. But there is no way, he is just a liaison officer and cannot force Bourne to act.
And according to his estimation, even if his superiors issued a death order at this time, Bourne would not obey it.
So he could only mobilize ICA's intelligence personnel in Hong Kong Island to investigate Liu Piaopiao's information. Soon, he received the relevant text message on his mobile phone.
After taking a look, Danny handed the phone to the passenger seat with disdain: "She's at the Monopoly nightclub in the West End. Do you want to go?"
"Go." Bourne didn't even finish reading the information before he answered her in an unusually firm tone.
This surprised Danny: "Why are you so not picky about food?"
Bourne shook his phone and glanced at Danny: "Next time, remember to read the information."
"Liu Piaopiao's ex-boyfriend is Liang Xiaotang, and Liang Xiaotang is the employee of Chief Inspector Li Shaoze of the Western District."
"This Li Shaoze is Huang Shitong's son-in-law. His shadow is behind this multi-party cooperation in Asia."
These materials were clearly written, but Danny hadn't read them all just now. When Bourne said this, his eyes immediately lit up: "You mean, just go and find Liang Xiaotang to check it out?"
"Um."
It has to be said that the ICA's intelligence agency is still very powerful, and it exposed Liang Xiaotang's background in a short period of time.
Fortunately, they did not discover Liang Xiaotang's undercover identity... They just concluded that Liang Xiaotang was backed by Li Shaoze and sorted out the entire relationship network.
Danny thought about it carefully and found that Bourne's statement was actually quite reliable. No wonder the other party is an elite agent in charge of operations. He can only seat one intelligence agent, so he nodded excitedly, started the car, and drove to the West District: "No problem, I will take you to pick up girls right now!"
At this time, in the Monopoly Nightclub, Liang Xiaotang crossed his legs, looked at Liu Piaopiao with a cigar in his hand and asked: "Are the foreign bananas delicious?"
"Bigger than yours!" Liu Piaopiao stood in front of the wine table and said something to Liang Xiaotang.
In her opinion, even if Liang Xiaotang was angry again, he would not do anything to her because of the previous friendship. But I didn't expect that Liang Xiaotang had already developed a character of telling the truth. When he heard her insult, he immediately became furious, grabbed her hair, and smashed the table with a thud.
"Dongguan boy, ask the manager to bring ten pounds of bananas!"
