My own war game

Chapter 421 Pretending
What should 007 look like?

Handsome and with amazing intelligence, he often goes alone on dangerous missions and plays his enemies at his fingertips.

He has superb marksmanship and never misses a shot. He can accurately hit the enemy from 500 meters away.

He is proficient in various skills and can fly airplanes and trains with ease.

Snap! A big cross drawn with chalk covered the words on the blackboard.

Director Houston slapped the blackboard hard with his hand, making a loud clanging sound.

"Everyone, what you said is not the point. Even Miss Hepburn did not realize the most crucial point."

"What is the key point?" someone asked.

"That means 007 is already an old man in his sixties." The director picked up a piece of chalk and drew a few wrinkles on the imaginary picture of 007 on the blackboard.

"According to Miss Hepburn's description, 007 first appeared on the battlefield during World War I, which is nearly 65 years ago. Even if he was still a young man then, he must be at least years old now."

"In other words, he is old, just like Patton, Montgomery, and MacArthur, the top figures of that era are all old."

"Old lions know how to hide their claws. Maybe the real Mr. 007 is no longer what we imagined."

After hearing what director Houston said, Hepburn fell into deep thought. In her mind, He was still the omnipotent, powerful and mysterious 007. She subconsciously did not consider that the man she admired like a father had become an elderly man who gradually needed care.

But she had to admit that Houston was right.

He probably has a head full of silver hair now. This is the law of time and it cannot be changed by personal will.

A little later, He Chi appeared in front of everyone wearing a dark suit, a silver-gray wig, a Colt pistol on his waist and a pipe in his hand.

"How do you feel?" Houston asked Hepburn beside him.

"I'm sorry, I've never thought about what he'd look like when he was old, so I'm not sure." Hepburn said as she looked at the "stranger" in front of her.

"What do you think?" the director asked Sean Connery next to him.

"I don't feel like he's an ace agent. He feels more like a retired gangster. He lacks the murderous aura and temperament of having fought many battles. The current 007 should be a low-key yet calm and sharp-minded man." The male movie star commented, rubbing his chin.

"It would be nice if there were some props to set it off."

"Props to set off? Wait a moment." He Chi said this and turned away, leaving several people looking at each other in bewilderment.

after an hour.

Beep beep beep~~~~~
The roar of the engine came from far away, and a cool sports car stopped at the door of the studio. Different from the current tough American sports cars, this car adopts a lot of streamlined design. The overall look has a wonderful industrial beauty, especially the exaggerated grille and the iconic frog-eye headlights, which make people feel bright.

A silver custom-made sports car - Aston Martin DB5.

All the men present had a feeling of seeing their dream lover, and He Chi, who was sitting on it, suddenly became elegant and mysterious.

"What a beautiful baby, it's like a silver bullet." someone murmured to himself.

"I've never seen a car like this." Someone else followed suit.

"This is the latest model of Aston Martin. It hasn't been launched yet. I got the right to use it through my personal connections," said He Chi, who was wearing a silver wig, with one hand on the car door.

"Damn! This is why I love Franklin." Someone whispered below.

"Well, thanks to this beautiful baby, we have made a big step forward. Now let's touch the key points and make sure there are no loopholes." Houston said. "The key point?"

"Of course, according to Miss Hepburn, Mr. 007 always had a signature silver pistol with him, which is also the key to the authenticity of the fake."

"Our prop team has made a preliminary imitation based on Miss Hepburn's description. You can try it."

After saying that, a bright silver Webley Mk VI fell into He Chi's hands.

"Fake?" After getting it, He Chi felt that the weight was somewhat different from a real gun.

"Of course, this kind of special pistol is not available on the market. We tried our best to restore one according to Miss Hepburn's description. In her words, it is not much different except that it can't fire. It can easily deceive ordinary people."

"Your next task is to get used to this gun, so that it will be like it has been with you all year round. Our prop master will guide you."

"I don't need this." He Chi subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"Mr. Bond, we are facing the fierce KKK. We are doing this for your safety." Houston rarely stood up in front of the investor.

The result was that He Chi didn't complete all the styling until midnight that day.

When we left at night, the moon had already risen.

Turning the corner, Hepburn appeared at the end of the path. She was wearing a lake green dress and leaning casually against the wall of the alley. Perhaps because she had been standing there for too long, the girl bent her calves and her whole body leaned slightly to the side.

The night wind blew up the corner of her clothes, revealing an inch of slender ankle. She looked as elegant as the bright moon on the treetops.

"Ms. Audrey, why don't you go to bed so late?" He Chi spoke first.

"Mr. Bond, I have a very familiar feeling about you." Hepburn looked into the other's eyes and said frankly, just like the tomboy she was back then.

"Oh? Have we met before?" He Chi stepped forward and stood opposite the girl.

"No, we probably haven't met before, but I just feel like you look very familiar to me." Hepburn frowned, then tried to put on a straight face and said in a somewhat stiff tone, "Mr. Bond, this incident may be more dangerous than you think."

"Are you telling me to give up?"

"Yes, given your status, you shouldn't and don't need to get involved," Hepburn replied.

"But, aren't you the same? Miss Hepburn, Ms. Felton has only been with you for less than a month, and strictly speaking, you are just colleagues." He Chi asked back.

"Perhaps he was influenced by that person. He always ignores his own safety and is willing to protect the weak."

Looking at the other person's eyes that seemed to be blindly worshipping, He Chi sighed and said, "Excuse me, your idea may be just wishful thinking. 007 may not be as great as you think. He may have been pushed by history against his will most of the time."

"Don't say that about him!" Hepburn suddenly became emotional. "You don't know how great he was! Without him, perhaps thousands of people would have died long ago, and even the outcome of the war would have been different!"

"Okay, I apologize." He Chi raised his hands to show that he didn't want to argue, then walked away.

The conversation between the two people ended unpleasantly.

When He Chi walked to the invisible corner, he sighed slightly, "It's still the same as before. It's obviously out of good intentions, but it looks like you want to quarrel."

Hepburn returned to her residence feeling a little annoyed, but unexpectedly found someone already waiting there.

"Ms. Hepburn, we are here to protect you." A man held up his ID.

FBI
(End of this chapter)