The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 539 The Aries Project

"Project Aries? What's that?"

"Project Aries is designed to cover all devices that run code. Computers anywhere that run code based on zeros and ones will be attacked. If the program is loaded on a satellite, it will spread like a virus. Any weapon It is only a matter of time before the system is manipulated by him, conventional, nuclear, and new weapons that we have never heard of, wherever he wants to fight."

As Ramsay was talking, he used the computer to simulate the effect of the Aries Project 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 process is very complicated, almost all of which are operated by humans, so don't worry at all, as long as this Aries system can't invade brain cells , then at most it will affect conventional weapons through wrong orders.”

"But even this is troublesome, we must stop him." Toretto said in a deep voice.

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

"That's right, because this plan is extremely dangerous, Mr. Anonymous split its prototype in two. If the secret key is not activated, it will be two pieces of scrap iron. Jacob has now got half of it. Next, he will definitely Find the other half, as for the secret key, it is now missing."

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

"Leave it to me." Roman said confidently.

"Wait, there is 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 will send it to us for no reason. Do any of you know this guy?"

Taiji tapped on the keyboard, and a picture of a handsome man with a dazed face appeared on the screen.

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

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

"David Webb, she is an agent who came out of the same training class as me. After graduation, she was assigned to the CIA. Later, she joined NASA's space program to explore Mars. Because of the storm, she should die on Mars!" Ron said in surprise. 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?!"

"Maybe, he used his own excrement to plant potatoes in the Mars base and rushed to the NASA spacecraft to bring him back?" Roman joked, but just after he finished speaking, everyone gave him a hard look. Can raise hands: "Okay, I'm kidding."

"OK, since I know this person, then give this person to me. I guess he must have something that Anonymous wants me to get." Ron recovered from the shock, and clapped his hands to get everyone's attention back. Focus on yourself:
"Roman, Taiji, the two of you are still going to find his old friend according to Toretto's arrangement. Toretto, Jacob is your brother, so it's okay to leave it to you, right?"

Toretto nodded as a matter of course.

"Then, other people stay at this base to provide us with intelligence support, and by the way, after preparing things that may be needed for the operation, then, everyone starts to act!"

Under Ron's arrangement, everyone quickly started to act. The few people named by Ron immediately packed their bags and set off to search for information, while Ron dragged Marvin to explain a few words before leaving the base.

In Bern, the capital of Switzerland, the capital branch of the Bank of Zurich welcomed a special guest today, a handsome man wearing only a sweater coat in the cold weather.

Following the ancient traditions of the Swiss banking industry, the down-and-out attire did not attract the contempt of the bank manager, but he walked up to him politely: "Hi, may I help you?"

"I'm here to handle business related to the safe."

As soon as this remark came out, the lobby manager, who had always been calm and quite British-style butler, couldn't help but let out a soft "Huh".

You must know that the safe deposit box business of Swiss banks has always belonged to the rich, 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. middle.

However, the young man in front of me didn't look like a rich man, and his good professional habits made him immediately smile apologetically: "Sorry, I was rude, you fill in the account number and call someone to 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 was even more surprised, and he became more respectful: "Hello , Honorable guest, please come with me."

The lobby manager led him into an elevator, and after a long run, they came to the bank vault which was an unknown number of meters underground.

"Put your hands on this, please."

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

"Authentication successful."

"please wait for a moment."

With an impeccable professional smile on the lobby manager's face, he led it into a VIP room. After a while, a staff member came in carrying a large iron box. After putting the box on the table, what did you say? Without saying anything, he backed out again.

"This is your safe. In order to protect your privacy, please use this VIP room freely. You will not be disturbed. If you need it, press the zero next to it, and I will come to serve you immediately." .”

The lobby manager bowed politely to her and backed out.

This is the rule of Swiss banks. Customers who use the bank's safe deposit box business are all important VIPs. The bank is only responsible for keeping things for them, and will not have any curiosity about the things in the safe. That is to say, even if you are in a Swiss bank Store a nuclear bomb in your home, and they will carefully store it for you.

I don't know if the facts are like this, at least the propaganda is like this.

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

"It turns out that my name is Bourne Jason, and I'm French."

This situation may be strange for others, but it is very normal for a person who has lost his memory.

Bourne fell into the sea a week ago. He doesn’t remember 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, this is the account number of the Bank of Zurich, so he came here to try his luck, unexpectedly discovered his own life experience.

However, when he was about to put the contents of the box into the bag, he discovered that the safe had a mezzanine. Out of curiosity, she immediately opened the mezzanine, but she didn't want the things in the mezzanine, which almost shocked him. jaw.

I saw a pistol in the middle of the mezzanine, and several magazines full of bullets. 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!
On each passport, except for the photo being exactly the same as her own, the name and nationality are completely different. In addition, under these passports, there is a box full of banknotes from various countries lying quietly!
This can't help but make him just establish his awareness of his identity, and immediately be shocked again.

He was so frightened that he hurriedly packed all the contents of the safe into the handbag the bank gave her.

In addition to the pistol, he carefully put it back in the safe, and she also wiped off her own fingerprints on the pistol without a teacher. The movements were so delicate that it was outrageous, as careful as a professional killer or agent.

"I'm wondering how long has it been since I was last here?" Bourne pretended to be casual and said as he returned the safe containing only the pistol to the lobby manager.

"I'm not sure, but it's been at least three weeks, sir, do you want me to call you a car?"

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

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

But he didn't know that he had just walked into a quiet alley, and suddenly there was a gust of punching wind from behind his head. Alarm bells rang in Bourne's heart, and he lowered his head quickly on conditioned reflex, turned around based on feeling, and punched the person in the abdomen hard.

However, the fist was in vain, and the visitor nimbly jumped out of his attack circle as early as his action started, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"David, it's been a long time. I didn't expect that after such a long time, your skills still haven't improved at all. You always go straight like this."

"I'm not the David you're looking for, are you mistaken?" Byrne stared at the visitor vigilantly, 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 do you really lose your memory?" Ron frowned suspiciously and looked at the other party: "To be honest, this joke is not funny at all. What's your name now?"

"Bourne, I'm Bourne, I don't know what you're talking about." Bourne blurted out and denied contact with the other party, but immediately realized that the person in front of him might be the only clue to find 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 greeting each other. When the conversation changed, he began to test: "You Know me? Do you have any proof?"

"Evidence? You want evidence from me?" Ron stared at Bourne's handbag and curled his lips: "I guess your bag must contain a lot of cash, a pistol, and a lot of passports, okay, runaway The desperadoes may have prepared these, but don't worry, I have other evidence."

Seeing that the other party was still maintaining a vigilant posture, Ron began to magnify his moves: "My name is Ron, and we are good friends. If you don't believe me, 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 his passport, and being able to know the name of his false identity meant that the other party must be someone he knew very well before. .

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

When the three secret service academy heroes sneaked out to watch a movie together, they were watching the just-released Star Wars sequel.Because David lost a bet to himself, he had to name Luke Skywalker on one of his false identities. The name Zhang Dingding was used when David asked Ron to give him a Chinese name, and Ron gave him a prank. name.

"Is there any relationship between these names?" Byrne asked blankly.

"Well, it seems that you really don't have any memory left," Ron shook his head disappointedly: "In short, we were good friends before..."

There was a sound of chaotic footsteps outside the alley, getting closer, Ron glanced out, and a group of policemen were approaching the alley where they were.

"This is not a place to talk, you are being watched, come with me." Ron said without any explanation, dragged Bourne and walked 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 good friends before, although I don't know what happened to you, but I I would love to help you, and then, I encountered some troubles, someone pointed out, I can only turn to you, we must help each other now, just like before."

Ron grabbed Bourne's shoulder hard and said seriously.

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

Compared with the unkind policemen outside, Ron obviously looked more credible: "Where are you going to take me?"

"Turkey, but first we need to get rid of these nasty followers."

Ron glanced around the street outside, and quickly locked his eyes on the American embassy: "Take out your American passport and follow me."

(End of this chapter)