"My name is Eric Trevelyan, I am an agent of the British MI6, I inherited the code name from the previous agent, and now I am 006!"
"March 1986. The intelligence chief knew it, and I knew it too, but the intelligence chief thought I didn't know, and I pretended that I didn't know. I am not British, I am a Cossack, a Cossack betrayed by Stalin and the British government.
I have been trained by the British intelligence agency since I was a child. I am loyal to the British Empire and to Her Majesty the Queen. I have also been instilled with a lot of ideas about overthrowing the tyrannical power in the East, but after learning my true identity, I was confused."
Comrade 006's diary during this period was very sloppy, some of the paper was wrinkled, and the handwriting was a little blurred. Of course, that was not tears, but because he drank too much.
"June 1986. The operation failed, and I was abandoned by 007, who was also a British agent, and became a cannon fodder. For the British Empire, for Her Majesty the Queen? What a great slogan, what an exciting moment? 007, who once had a deep friendship with me, gave up on me in the name of mission priority.
I want revenge, revenge on the former British Empire and the Queen of England!"
After clarifying the goal, Comrade 006's fighting spirit was restored. He wanted to use his abilities to let the respected Her Majesty the Queen see a big fireworks display.
"In October 1995, I planned to steal the military satellite GoldenEye, but the plan was sabotaged by 007. I had to fake my death and flee Russia."
"In August 1999, I reorganized my intelligence network with amazing results. Russia was getting more and more chaotic, and we obtained a large number of weapons and talents from it."
"In January 2000, I secretly organized people and made careful plans. Eventually, I stole their newly developed Jellicle I missile from Stark Industries. The missile was disassembled and shipped out of the United States in batches. Your Majesty, I prepared a big firework for you, I hope you like it!"
"In February 2000, the most important circuit board in the missile control system was delayed, and I had to go back to the United States to track down clues."
"On March 5, 2000, I was furious! My careful plan was finally destroyed by four stupid thieves! It's all over! The plan was completely exposed, and I had to hide!"
"On the afternoon of March 5, 2000, the plane crash attracted countless agents! They are all chasing me, damn it! I can't let them track me down. Today's pie doesn't seem to taste right, and my stomach is upset. I'm so unlucky!"
"On March 6, 2000, the police and gangsters in Phoenix were moving around like crazy. The FBI, CIA, and agents from allies and enemies are also included. Phoenix has a permanent population of 1.5 million, and now there are more than 20,000 agents. There is an agent for every hundred people! I'm going crazy! It's so uncomfortable to eat fast food every day. Why do these Americans like to eat this kind of thing?"
"On March 9, 2000, ordinary people are unaware of it, but I can see that Phoenix is now heavily guarded. Once I leave my current residence, there is a high chance that I will be exposed. Alas, I can only continue to hide. In order not to arouse suspicion, I will go out to work tomorrow. I will work in a fast food restaurant for two days and observe the wind direction."
"On April 5, 2000, my black-hearted boss deducted two-thirds of my salary! According to my previous temper, I should have shot him to death! But now I have to endure it! Endure! Endure! Endure!" "
On April 12, 2000, I couldn't stand it anymore! That black-hearted boss actually dared to touch my butt!"
"On April 15, 2000, I started working as a food delivery man. A group of young guys actually laughed at me. They thought they had never seen a 40-year-old food delivery man?"
"On May 29, 2000, this job as a food delivery man was too tiring! My knees hurt from riding a bicycle, and those southerners didn't obey traffic rules. I was almost hit by a silver-gray pickup truck, so I quit! I quit and became a bartender in a bar." "
On June 2, 2000. The security in the city seemed to have relaxed a bit, but we should still be cautious. What if it was a conspiracy?"
"On June 3, 2000. As I expected, the agents in the city were suddenly mobilized. I was hiding in the dark, and I actually saw Victoria Hand. Why did this high-level SHIELD agent appear in Phoenix? It's incredible. Is she here to hunt me down? I must continue to hide."
"June 20, 2000. The pension event that caused a stir in the city seemed to be a good opportunity. I also followed the parade around the city twice. The guards were indeed relaxed a lot. I thought I could leave after observing for two more days. I have to say that the lunch boxes provided by the parade were really disgusting!"
"June 24, 2000. I changed to a new job again. Now I work as a cashier in a convenience store. I need some cash that cannot be traced. If nothing goes wrong, I can leave this unlucky Phoenix tonight, hahahaha! -"
The diary stopped here.
When I started writing again, I had reached a brand new page.
"June 26, 2000. I was injured, very badly. I was shot three times in the shoulder, chest and lower abdomen! But I don't remember anything that happened in the past two days. It's as if my memory was dug out of thin air. I also have a slight headache."
"June 27, 2000. I unexpectedly found signs that one of my safe houses had been used. I went to ask a few friends, and they said that I took some things from it with a woman. Damn it! I can't remember anything at all!" "
June 29, 2000. I left Phoenix. My injuries are still not fully healed. I need to find a place to rest for a while, but the previous amnesia still makes me feel palpitations. I must know what I did during those two days of amnesia!"
"On the evening of June 29, 2000, a broker contacted me and said that I bought a file from him. It was the file of former ISA female agent Samantha Shaw. Damn it! If I remember correctly, this female agent should be dead! Killed by the government! Why did I buy this file???" "
On June 30, 2000, I came to West Virginia. Here I have an identity I have used for a long time, as well as my wife and an adopted girl. To be honest, I love them. If I hadn't been an agent in the past, it would be a wonderful thing for the three of us to live together in peace! I have to recover from my injuries, find my lost memories, and give Ruth and Sharon a happy life!"
"On July 1, 2000, Sharon is a lovely daughter, but she seems a little afraid of me? Is it because I haven't been back for too long? But this sleepwalking symptom is not normal. Let's go see a doctor together tomorrow"
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