2 chapter . The Bourne City Prologue

Under the whole world, could it be the king's soil, or the land of the land, could it be the king's courtier.

　　Time flies, and 9 years have passed in a flash.

　　The year the story begins, summer, August 17th in the Gregorian calendar.

　　The capital of the Republic, Yenching.

　　Shunyi District, outside the Capital International Airport.

　　This is an abandoned warehouse, overgrown with weeds and inaccessible to people.

　　But at this time, in the already crumbling warehouse, there are three people confronting each other.

　　On one side were two European-faced men with fierce faces, clenched fists, soaring veins, and gritted teeth staring at the Asian-faced teenager who was standing ten meters away from them.

　　The boy was probably only about 16 or 17 years old. He was thin, with a capable short hair, dressed in white casual clothes and gray jeans, and looked very vigorous. It was a pity that he was wearing a pair of sunglasses and he couldn't see his eyes at all.

　　Each of the three of them had a suitcase that had not taken off their airline badges, and it could be seen that they had all just got off the plane.

　　The height difference between races is made up by the distance, and Asian teenagers can face the two Europeans face-to-face without raising their heads. Compared with the tension and guard of the latter two, Asian teenagers seem to be very calm.

　　He smiled and spoke to the two Europeans in plain Chinese without hurriedly: "You were following me on the plane just now. Come on, follow me all the way from Siberia, what are you doing?"

　　"Cut your meat... with one knife, and cut it off carefully!" I don't know if it's because I don't understand Chinese, or I am irritated by the boy's attitude, one of the Europeans shouted fiercely.

　　The language he speaks is a more partial local language of the Slavic language family, but the young man can obviously understand it. He sneered a few times and said, "Ho ho, cut me? You two have to think clearly, this is China. , Not the kind of place in Siberia where you can go wild."

　　"Your country cannot shelter you!" another European angered, "you despicable, shameless, cursed traitor! Accept the sacred decree of my religion!"

　　"Traitor? I guessed right," the boy said casually. "It seems that the Spirit Blood Church really has a fish that slipped through the net."

　　"You..." Hearing that the teenager humiliated their organization so much, the anger of the two Europeans had broken the limit.

　　Only crazy piety emerged in the eyes of the two.

　　"Go to hell!" The two Europeans shouted angrily, violent mana pouring out of their bodies.

　　These two are powerful magicians, and from the mana released by them, you can feel the violent thunder and lightning and the scorching flames.

　　Thunder and Fire are the most powerful direct attack magic among the many magic elements. The two of them use it at the same time to directly blast the young man in front of them into slag!

　　However, in the face of this catastrophe, the young man was still melodious and comfortable. He did not panic and run away, nor did he beg for mercy. There was no magic wave in his body, and he did not condense the slightest body defense shield. He seemed to care nothing about using it. His own flesh and blood forcibly carried the baptism of thunder and fire of the other two. The arc drawn at the corner of his mouth is full of confidence and contempt.

　　Immediately afterwards, halfway through the depiction of the magical prints of the two Europeans, the two were surprised to find that the mana that was still surging in the previous moment was like a clay cow into the sea, disappearing for a moment; they could no longer perceive it. The existence of the elements, as if all the mana in this world, all belong to silence.

　　"First of all, I am not a traitor, because I have never been loyal to your spiritual blood church and the leader." The young man had a butterfly knife in his right hand for some time. While shaking it, he said to the two people, "Join you," It is my task to completely wipe out your spiritual blood church."

　　In the horrified gaze of the two Europeans, the young man moved his other hand away from the lever of the suitcase and walked towards them step by step.

　　"Secondly, I must say something to you as usual." Suddenly, the boy stopped shaking his butterfly knife and his tone became cold. "Now, on behalf of the Magic Supervision Bureau, I arrested both of you, and the rebels were killed on the spot! "

　　The last words bombarded their hearts like thunder. Magic Supervision Bureau? Is the Chinese Magic Supervision Bureau, one of the world's three largest magic spy agencies, who would be afraid of even the leader? Just this nasty kid? how is this possible!

　　Surprise is astonishment, it is absolutely impossible to catch with one's hands. Unable to use magic, the two Europeans took advantage of the suitcases around them, and took advantage of the number and size of their bodies, and rushed towards the boy together.

　　The boy shook his head. This was the last chance to give them their lives, but it was a pity that these two guys didn't cherish it and couldn't blame anyone.

　　...

　　Two minutes later, the boy walked out of the abandoned warehouse slowly, and wiped the blood on the butterfly knife with a rag while walking.

　　He pressed a certain position on the sunglasses, and then a communication channel hidden in the sunglasses was opened.

　　"Agent number: JPAD05468, call the General Administration. The undercover mission, number ER10687396, has been completed. Request to return to the team. In addition, there are two corpses at the coordinates where I am located. Please send someone to deal with it. That's it."

　　With a voice as thin as a gnat, the teenager sent a voice message to the hidden communication channel.

　　After speaking, the boy closed the communication channel and then took off his sunglasses.

　　"Finally back." The young man took a deep breath of the surrounding air and said calmly in his heart.

　　After removing the concealment of the sunglasses, I saw a pair of jet-black pupils on his handsome face with a depth far beyond that of his peers. There was a long scar on the corner of his left eyebrow. Even though he had healed long ago, he still looked It is shocking.

　　An hour later, in a humble factory area on the outskirts of Huairou District, a few cars slowly drove in.

　　Beneath the busy factory is a large underground base full of high-tech colors and heavily guarded.

　　Here, it is the real headquarters of the Magic Supervision Bureau. As for the skyscraper that stands in the center of Chaoyang District, it is just an open office to cover people's eyes.

　　The boy just now followed the two guards all the way down the elevator to the depths of the underground base, and stopped in front of a room. This is the office of the Director-General, the soul of the entire General Administration.

　　The young man came to the office of the Director-General, straightened his waist to the closed door, and gave a fairly upright military salute, saying loudly:

　　"Lieutenant Colonel's third-class agent, Zhao Fei, has completed the task dispatched by the General Administration, hereby come to report!"

　　I saw an unlocking sound from the locked door of the head office, and an inaudible voice came from inside:

　　"Please come in."

　　Zhao Fei was also welcome, opened the door and walked in. Then there was another soft noise, and the concierge was locked again. The two guards returned to their posts after completing their tasks.

　　The director-general's office is not too spacious and does not appear to be luxurious. It is not as good as the offices of many high-level corporate executives, but it has everything that should be there. The wall at the end of the room is inlaid with a huge LED screen, which is divided into dozens of lenses, monitoring every corner of the base. In the center of the room is a 3D stereo projector. On the left side of the projector is a desk and a bookcase. On the table are a few phones, some documents and two flag holders; on the right is a leather sofa, a coffee table, and a set of tea sets on the coffee table.

　　At this time, the long-backed chair that was originally facing the LED screen turned around behind the desk.

Zhao Fei frowned when he saw the person sitting in the seat.

　　She is a woman in her 40s. The years have not left many marks on her face. Her youthful beauty has not faded, her skin is well maintained, her long black hair is covered behind her head, and her whole body is covered. They are all constrained in a set of upright military uniforms, and the two-bar and four-star rank of colonel is particularly eye-catching. The qualifications on the badge show that she is a second-class agent, one level higher than Zhao Fei, and in principle has the authority to order Zhao Fei; however, she is not the one Zhao Fei wants to wait for.

　　"Don't look at me like this." It seemed that she could see through what Zhao Fei was thinking. The female college said, "The chief director, the deputy chief and the chief of staff, they are all out of the field, and they won't be back these days. The affairs are temporarily managed by me-Changjiang Rou of the Secretariat."

　　"Are you all out?" Zhao Fei frowned even more tightly.

　　What kind of important field mission must be carried out by the three most important first-class agents of the General Administration? But don't ask if you shouldn't ask, Zhao Fei did not continue to ask.

　　Seeing Zhao Fei's attitude, Jiang Rou nodded in satisfaction. She got up from her seat and walked slowly to the LED screen. As she walked, she said, "I know you want to report on your undercover mission in Eastern Europe and Siberia. , For the details, you can wait a while and submit a written report. Now I am here to convey to you the next task assigned to you by the Director-General in advance."

　　"The next task?" Zhao Fei's heart "Ga Deng" sank to the bottom. As soon as he returned to China, before he had time to rest, a new task immediately came over. Is the chief director trying to sell people's lives?

　　"Don't be emotional, if it wasn't for a sudden incident, I wouldn't be looking for you as soon as I came back." As if seeing through Zhao Fei's inner thoughts, Jiang Rou said coldly, "You have two or three days to rest, so hurry up and adjust. In the best condition. Even the tricky spiritual blood church can be dealt with. I believe that with your ability, it should not be a problem." There is also a compliment to Zhao Fei in the language.

　　Hearing this, Zhao Fei couldn't help but laugh a little. This Jiang Rou can also be regarded as a personal spirit, giving a slap in the face and then giving a candied date, giving Zhao Fei no room for rejection under both soft and hard actions.

　　With a light sigh in his heart, Zhao Fei raised his calm face a little, without talking nonsense, and asked directly: "Where will he set off again this time?"

　　"here."

　　Jiang Rousu waved his hand and saw that dozens of separate surveillance pictures on the giant LED screen suddenly disappeared and turned into a huge map of China, and then the map kept zooming in, and finally fixed in a large city in the south.

　　"Oh, Yangcheng?" Zhao Fei focused a little. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　Shenhuang Group, whose full name is "Shenhuang Magic Comprehensive Service Group Co., Ltd.", is one of the top magic companies in China, and it also has a significant international influence. Shenhuang Group has branches all over the country, but their base camp is still in the capital, Yanjing.

　　The late autumn villa on the outskirts of Miyun District. This place is very close to the places where the cruel beasts appear, and most people don't dare to approach it, but it is the most suitable place for the Shenhuang Group to train its elite magicians.

　　boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

　　In the mountains to the north of the Late Autumn Villa, there were continuous explosions. Razer dances and fires into the sky, the two most destructive magics are interlaced and released, and even the air is distorted in this destructive force.

　　In the core area where the mana fluctuates the most, the demon spiders with green backs, which are as huge as a car, are blasted into black charcoal, with their eight claws facing the sky, dying.

　　At this time, there was a young girl standing among the scorched corpses of monsters. The young girl Nianfang Seventeen, dressed in red tight soft armor, outlined a slender line. The long hair that fell to the waist fluttered in the wind, and two swallow-shaped hairpins were pinned on his head. Her features are extremely beautiful, her eyebrows are picturesque, her skin is like snow, she is bright and moving, and her eyebrows are filled with a brave and heroic spirit.

　　I saw the girl's delicate body trembled, panting, sweaty, and her face flushed. At first glance, she had gone through consumption beyond her limit, but her beautiful eyes revealed a wave of perseverance and coldness. Staring forward like a knife, more green-backed demon spiders are constantly approaching where you can see.

　　"75, 76, 77, 78. There are 22 left... There are 22, I can pass your test? Dad, I want you to know, Yangcheng Magic Academy, I have to go to Guan Yanhong !"

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