Chapter 19 third chapter

The young man outside the window walked up the steps unhurriedly, and the elderly boss rushed out of the store like flying, stood in front of him and shook hands with him warmly.The two stood in front of the fast food restaurant, let the reporters take a good shot, and then went in. "Bloomfield!" Bond called the man's name, and everyone in the bookstore looked at us.I hurried forward to prevent him from losing control again, "Why are you crazy? How could Bluefield be in this era?" "No, I'll never forget this face." He strode towards the counter and asked the black boy, "Who is that rich kid across the way?"

The black man was surprised, "Sir, is this your first time in England? He is Bluefield, the boss of three automobile companies, the director of two shipyards, and the honorary president of a university. He has handled as many businesses as possible." Scared you to death." I interjected, "Wait, I've lived here for more than 20 years, how come I've never heard of this name?" "Maybe your thoughts are all on the girl." Hei kid mocked. Maybe my mind is on the time machine.I looked at Bond in bewilderment, "He's probably not the same person you know... Hey, where are you going?" 007 ran out the door before I could finish.

"James!" I ran after him. "What are you doing? They're not alone. Believe me, what brought you here is something only a Doctor could have made." "He must have some kind of relationship with the Bluefield I'm looking for." The young agent stood less than 20 steps away from the reporter. "It may be a blood relationship, otherwise they wouldn't be so similar." "So what?" I whispered. "Just because Bluefield killed your new wife, you want his descendants to pay the debt?" "I must know his whereabouts." Bond clenched his fists, "Must!"

"Please calm down..." When I only spoke a third of my words, there was a loud "boom" in my ear.The large fast food restaurant exploded, and two people emerged from the flames. They were the previous boss and Bluefield. The boss was seriously injured, but the other side only scratched the skin.Judging from this situation, the boss should have protected the young rich man with his body at the moment of the explosion.It's a pity that while clutching his injured arm, the disgraced Bluefield used his body to push away the boss who was protecting him, and the poor old guy rolled down the steps.Seeing this, the previous driver pushed away the fleeing reporters and ran up the steps, trying to take the owner away.

Bond drew his Browning and pointed it in the other direction.I looked in the direction he was aiming, and I saw Ada sitting in a pink Volkswagen sedan with a gun ready to shoot Bloomfield. With a "snap", Bond and the woman fired at the same time, and the sound of the bullets was like crisp applause.Ada's gun was blown away, and looking at Bluefield again, his injured arm was hanged again.I have reason to believe that if Bond hadn't been there, the millionaire would be here forever. "What are you doing?" I asked.Meanwhile, some journalists started taking pictures of me and Bond.There is no doubt that the group of negative IQ paparazzi mistook James for shooting Bloomfield.

"Can't let her kill him!" Seeing the reporters taking pictures, Bond shot two shots at their feet, and these idiots on a fixed salary were frightened and fled again.He looked at the direction in which the pink public left, and said urgently, "Got to get a car, Colin!" There are cars everywhere on the street, but none of them belong to me.When I was at my wit's end, the whistling of a police car came to my ears again.When I was still standing on the road stupidly, James stopped a silver Lamborghini passing by. The driver honestly handed over his car at gunpoint and watched the "bandit" get in.

"Colin!" When he called my name, he sat in the co-pilot's seat. When I ran over, I realized that this was a sports car with automatic transmission, and Bond couldn't drive it at all.The siren of the police car was getting closer, I didn't care too much, got into the driver's seat, raised my hand and pulled the beautiful scissor door from top to bottom.It was the first time in my life that I drove a Lamborghini, and I never dreamed that I was sitting next to James Bond. With the sound of the sports car starting, a police car has appeared in front of my eyes.Bond banged his arm against the black window and fired a shot into each wheel of the police car, which deflated like a deflated balloon.I didn't dare to neglect, I put my left hand on the steering wheel at 12 o'clock, and my right hand on Bond's seat. When I put the reverse gear on, I slammed on the accelerator and started to reverse the car. I quickly turned the direction at the intersection I could see. Body to a 90-degree drift.Bond just saw the taillights of the pink Volkswagen in front of him.

"Catch up with it." He backed off the magazine, roughly estimated the remaining bullets and pushed it into the gun body again, and glanced at the rear view mirror skillfully, "How fast can this car go?" "No vehicle will be allowed more than 70 miles in the urban area." He waved his thumb back, "What if four police cars are chasing you?" I opened my mouth wide, and never dared to take my right foot off the accelerator. "Turn right!" ordered Mr. Bond. "Okay, stop right here!" "What are you doing again?" I was extremely anxious, "The police are about to catch up!"

"I'll drive." "But it's automatic." "Yes, it's easier than the manual one." He dragged me to his place without any explanation, and when I saw the police car in the rearview mirror, James had already started the car and handed Browning the police car. In my hand, "Here, take it." "I won't use it." "Yes, I know. It's easier to target a car than a person." "Are you telling me to shoot the police?" I wiped the sweat from my forehead, the sweat glands in my body that have been active since I met Bond.

"Or let them shoot you." He had just finished and I heard gunshots, and the indiscriminate city protectors pulled the trigger. "Damn it!" I held the gun in my left hand, stretched it out of the window, closed my eyes and fired twice indiscriminately. "Congratulations, Colin. You killed a stray dog ​​without taking aim." "Fuck you!" His humor was not funny at all to me. "Oh, that's Ida's car." I looked back at a pink Volkswagen on the street, "There are too many such models." "But there is only one license plate number."

"Damn it, I didn't remember the name of that store." "Frankland Clothing Store." Bond drove past the intersection of Fulham Road and headed for the Natural History Museum. The police car behind him was chasing us like a huge magnet.Near the museum, a 7-up soda truck broke down and got stuck in the middle of the road. The driver was calling to explain the situation to the Ministry of Transportation. When he saw the Lamborghini speeding up, he was so frightened that his mobile phone and urine fell on the road at the same time. on the ground. "Be careful, we are about to collide!" I hurriedly looked for the seat belt. James said nothing, his expression unbelievably composed.I saw him increase the accelerator, and the whole car got under the belly of the big truck, and drifted to the right inconceivably.When he stepped on the gas pedal again, I saw a police car slacking off its brakes and crashing into a beverage truck. Immediately, PepsiCo's products exploded in front of the Museum of Natural History, and the 7-Up drink watered the street like a fountain. "Huh—" I breathed a sigh of relief, but when I saw the situation ahead, I blurted out, "Shit!" Our car rushed over the iron fence of Hyde Park, and Bond frantically honked the horn at the tourists without any intention of slowing down. This 18th-century deer hunting field of the British royal family has now become James Bond's driving range.Mr. Bond used such scenes to tell tourists that the park closed early. In a panic, some tourists jumped into the fountain to avoid the speeding disaster.A flock of pigeons that had been resting just two minutes ago were flying around, and I brushed the feathers stuck to my rear-view mirror to find two police cars chasing us, and to make matters worse, I was sure I heard the roar of propellers. The black helicopter made such a voice at high altitude: "Quickly abandon the car and surrender, you can't escape!" "Can you swim, Colin?" "Ah?" I searched the road conditions in my mind, the car has passed through Hyde Park, Buckingham Palace is ahead, London Bridge and the Thames River are ahead... After a series of impacts, this silver Lamborghini has been changed beyond recognition. The hood had long been missing, the rear view mirror on the left was pulled off by a big tree, and the taillight on the right was also shot.If the shooter had raised his hand a little higher, the bullet would have entered the back of my head. "I hope you learned to dive." He drove the car straight towards the barrier on the street. "Oh my god!" I quickly covered my head with my arms to avoid head injury. The sports car rushed into the Thames River like a meteor, and the moment the front of the car touched the river, the airbags on both sides of the driver's seat were all deployed.The whole car sank into the water in less than 10 seconds. James kicked the car door with his foot. He puffed out his cheeks and untied the difficult seat belt for me-following him made me feel very inferior. In college I'm a good swimmer, but compared to this fish agent, my water skills may not even match that of a loach. He pulled me by the collar and swam forward quickly, while spitting a small air bubble at me with his mouth and shaking his index finger.I immediately understood his intention. In order to prevent the police on the shore from finding out our position, I said that I could not breathe underwater.I swam forward with all my strength, but after two minutes passed, I felt a strong sense of suffocation, as if something was stuck in my chest, and my brain began to fail, causing my swimming posture to become more and more chaotic .I rationally tugged on Bond's cuff, and when he looked back, I made a diver's special gesture-in fact, even if I am not professional, he can also detect it from my painful expression. Just when I couldn't bear the pain of suffocation and wanted to float up, James pulled me down and blew air into my lungs mouth-to-mouth. Although it was not as effective as an oxygen cylinder, it made me feel better. I feel better.Wait a moment!Is this a kiss?Oh my god, I kissed 007... this... but he's really good at kissing, no wonder so many women... stop!Colin, what are you thinking? After about five minutes he took me ashore.I glanced at the land in a daze, and was about to open my mouth to breathe fresh air when Bond pushed me into the car.A minute later, a helicopter flew over our heads, the police didn't see us, we made it!I was ecstatic, only to find that we were in a military jeep. "Where is this?" I looked out the car window. "The Royal Naval College... oh, Mr. Bond, you are amazing. No one can swim here from London Bridge in this time..." "Shut up, someone is coming." We squatted quietly on the back seat of the jeep, and Bond listened for a while, "The footsteps are different. There are two people on the other side. You are responsible for the one on the right." "I..." I was speechless. It might be okay for me to deal with an ordinary person, but the other party was a soldier.James didn't care about this. He stunned the driver with the butt of his gun the moment the doors were closed on both sides. I followed his instructions and had to attack the man on the right.My hands tightly clamped his neck, the hateful thing is that this guy's neck is covered with sweat, slippery like a fish just jumped out of the water.Bond kicked him in the face when he first called for help.The soldier left a big shoe print on his face and passed out. After a brief observation, the driver was an ordinary third-class soldier, but what I was dealing with was an army lieutenant.army?What was he doing at the Naval Academy?Are you meeting friends?Whatever the hell, Agent Double Zero and I took off their military uniforms and put them on ourselves, which fit me fine, but James was a little tight around the waist. The two stunned wretches were thrown into the boot of another car, and Bond started the jeep to take me out of the academy.There were many police cars passing us along the way. Whenever I saw a policeman, I felt a little uncomfortable, but he whistled nonchalantly. "Well, I remember there's a big mall near Frank's Clothes, and we can park in the underground parking there." "No." "No?" I looked at him in surprise. "Let's go over there." He said and parked the car in front of a pizzeria.It's still far from our destination.Not too many people paid attention to us along the way, who would be curious about the soldiers?Interestingly, when we passed by a digital cinema where "007 vs. Casino Royale" was showing, Bond paused in front of a promotional poster, "I don't like this kid." He refers to the male lead.To be honest, if I have to say which actor is closer to the real Bond, I think it is the fifth 007 actor Pierce Brosnan. "What's that, Colin?" he asked, pointing to a PSP in the hands of a child. "It has nothing to do with history." I sarcastically said. "Man, stop whining at me about this." As he spoke I noticed that the women we were approaching stared at Bond for a while.Among them were high school students, college students, singles, those with children in their arms, and even two elderly ladies.Every time I encounter this kind of situation, I feel that I am under a lot of pressure. I am not ugly, but compared with him... Forget it, don't think about these boring things.So far, though, he hasn't kept his promise in the basement—he'll shoot passers-by if I'm dishonest.Is he scaring me?From the bookstore to now, he has never killed a single person, and I noticed that he was avoiding tourists while driving.Mr. Bond isn't a bad guy, but history... oh shit. "What's the matter with you?" he asked. "Nothing, we're almost there." I pointed to the clothing store less than half a mile from us. "Hey, we're not bad luck, the Volkswagen is still there." "The presence of a car does not mean the presence of a person." "Maybe." As we approached the store step by step, I did not see Ada in it. "Welcome, gentlemen." The owner of the clothing store was a French man with a mustache. "Can I do something?" "Let's cut to the chase, where is the lady driving the Volkswagen?" As I was speaking, Bond gave me a hard hit, which hurt my ribs so badly that I almost burst into tears, and I had to Standing behind him clutching his sore spot, he kept blaming himself for his impulsiveness and stupidity. "I don't have any ladies here." The Frenchman was obviously lying. James made the wrong choice. He drew his pistol and pointed it at the boss's stomach, and said to me: "Close the curtains and the door, and close early today." "Yes, Lieutenant." I rubbed the painful part and did so. After I had that all sorted out, another gun was pointed at 007, which was Ada.She came out through another door.Ada changed into a purple coat and dressed like a mannequin in a window.But these are nothing compared to what she said next. I stood still and didn't dare to move, I saw Ada's lips slowly opened, "We meet again, Charles... No, I mean, Mr. James Bond."