Chapter 767： Bourne has a high level of skill

Without disturbing anyone, Matt has quietly embarked on a journey to Washington. And when the news of his disappearance was discovered, it was already twelve hours later.

For a few days, Matt was watched. But perhaps because of the lack of attention to him, the person who monitors him is only at the lowest level. Plus there is nothing wrong with his performance, so after he has been missing for so long. The monitor discovered this serious problem.

He immediately hurriedly reported his misconduct, and within half an hour of his report, Colson had brought a group of people to the country house where Matt was.

"When is he sure he is missing?"

Looking at the messy cabin with a look of irritability, Coulson's mood is definitely much heavier than what he showed on his face. When he heard his question, he realized his current mood, and the person in charge of the surveillance immediately replied.

"At six o'clock in the morning, when the day is just bright. According to the law of the previous few days, he should go out for running at this time. But I waited for half an hour and did not wait for his trace, so I immediately scanned the room and found that He is no longer here."

When he had just finished speaking, Agent May, who was inspected outside the door, came over and said to Corson.

"I found some footprints by the lake. According to the fluctuation of the lake, he should have sneaked away from the lake when he was in the dark at night. The lake covered all his traces. Now it is very It's hard to decide, where is he?"

"This guy is the elite of cia. If he deliberately hides himself, it is difficult for us to find his position." With a gloomy face, Colson has slowly wandered around the cottage where Matt was in the past. . "So, what we are thinking now is not how to track him. But think about it, what exactly does he want to do?"

"I don't understand, Coulson. What did this guy do, why do we want to track him. And why he is hiding from us."

Aske, who came here together, asked strangely to Coulson, and Coulson’s reply was.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, Skye. You just need to know that this guy has a very big secret in his hand. Once he reveals this secret, it will have a huge negative impact on the whole world. So we All I have to do now is find him, stop him before leaking all his news, understand?"

"That's hard. It's an elite agent, hidden in the crowd. It's not easy to rely on us to find him. Unless we can mobilize more people, or directly ask for help."

"This is impossible! This thing can only be done by a few of us. We can't let more people get involved, and we can't let more people know about it."

Shaking his head, Corson refused to think about Skye’s statement. For his instructions, Skye could only shrug his shoulders and express his incompetence, and then one person went to the side.

She did not participate in the discussion between Coulson and May, and those things like tracking are not her specialty. In contrast, it is more suitable for combat, more suitable to listen to orders to do things. Therefore, she was very busy to wander around in this small villa and look at everything in this villa.

Soon, his gaze was drawn by a sketch.

High hat, square face, and some exaggerated big beard. It looks a bit like Lincoln's sketch, but I have to say that this Lincoln is not so portrayed. He is too old and a little fatter. The most important thing is that his five senses, and Lincoln's also have a certain gap. It is such a piece of work, but it has also signed its own name on the side, which makes Skye feel a little ridiculous.

And just as she could see it, Coulson’s voice suddenly rang from her side.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, a poor sketch." Simply responded, Skye put down the painting on his hand. But Corsen immediately glanced at him when he glanced inadvertently. "Wait, this picture? Show me?"

"It’s just a bad Mr. President, it’s no big deal.” Although the mouth said so, Skye handed over the paintings in his hand. After carefully examining it for a while, Coulson frowned.

"This is not a simple painting. This is a clue. Pass me the rubber on the side!"

After taking the eraser, Colson immediately smeared it on the painting. Soon, some of the extra things on the painting were erased by him, and when he looked at the different guys on the drawing paper, Skye asked in surprise.

“Who is this? It looks like it’s familiar?”

"Howard Stark. Now the father of the President, I think I know where the guy is going?"

With this in mind, Coulson's face is already very ugly. He not only did not feel happy because he found the trace of the target, but he got a lot of fear. If everything is what he imagined, then things really have to go wrong.

I thought of it here and I felt the urgency of things. Colson immediately took out the communicator and picked it up.

"Listen, now give me an urgent order, block all routes to Washington, and don't let any suspicious people enter Washington. At the same time, overnight, Matt Price, catch him with espionage. Remember, all Everything must be done in secret and not let anyone know, especially the United States."

Under his orders, SHIELD immediately ran. Unreliable Corsen immediately took a few of his men, took a turn, and flew in the direction of Washington. He only hopes that everything will still be available, but is it really too late? He already has an ominous premonition.

Seeing the guy who was in front of him again suspected to be a special agent, Matt pulled his cap and forced himself to hide in the crowd.

Now he has changed his appearance, from a seemingly handsome civilian to a bearded Texas cowboy. Even if a familiar person stands in front of him, I am afraid it is difficult to recognize his true identity. But that's it, Matt is still cautious and cautious to avoid every possible security hazard in front of him.

Under his excellent anti-reconnaissance consciousness, none of the searchers deployed by SHIELD found his trace. And he moved to the center of Washington with the little people who were sightseeing.

At this point, the White House was in front of his eyes, but he looked at everything in front of him but his pupils shrank and then slammed his heart in his heart.

For the average person, the guards outside the White House may be the same as usual. However, in the eyes of his professional, the number of people placed inside and outside the White House has more than one. Naturally, these guards cannot be the security guards of the White House itself, so their identity will naturally come out.

The SHIELD people firmly held every line leading to the White House, and no matter what he did, he could not cross them and get in touch with the people in the White House. And back 10,000 steps, even if he crossed these lines of defense, he is not sure, there will be no dark lines from the SHIELD among those inside.

The information he has is only reassured by the president himself, but it is too difficult to do so. The difficulty is almost impossible to achieve. But no matter what, he has to give it a try. This is very important. If you don't try it, the result is really too bad.

When he thought of it, he made a sigh of relief and then shuttled through the crowd like a muddy, approaching the White House.

He thought that he was doing something secret, and no one would find him. But before he got close to the White House, a familiar figure stopped him.

"Stop, Matt. You don't know what you are doing, you don't know the consequences of doing it. Stop and go back with me, so maybe you still have room to recover."

Looking at Collson and a female detective who did not know in front of him. Matt frowned, then quietly reached his back.

"Sir, I certainly know what I am doing! I am revealing the truth, I am defending this country and the entire human race."

"Things don't look like you think, you just do it, it just makes the situation worse. I repeat, stop and go back, or I can't guarantee your safety."

Locking his eyebrows, Colson issued the last night. At this time, Matt did not say anything, directly pulled out the weapon from behind his waist, and pulled the trigger against Colson.

The child popped up and flew toward Coulson under the influence of power. At this time, Skye next to him directly extended his hand and let an invisible force stop in front of him. For a moment, the bullet was shattered by this invisible force. Seeing this situation, Matt did not say anything, but directly into the crowd who fled around because of the sound of gunshots, fled to the outside.

When he saw this, Coulson shouted immediately.

"Catch him, you must not let him escape."

Hearing his orders, several agents nearby immediately chased in the direction of Matt's escape. Soon, they blocked Matt in a small alley. It seems that he has no way to escape, and Colson, who caught up, said to him like emotion. "You made the most stupid decision."

But for such a comment, Matt smiled and showed a triumphant smile.

"Maybe I made one of the smartest decisions."

No one saw that a wise weapon near the Washington Monument was holding a hard disk and made a contemplative look. (To be continued.)