In a Pro-Trump rally at an NRA fair in Dallas, Texas, thousands of Trump supporters, among them Neo-Nazis and White Supremacists, are marching all over the city, chanting hateful banter.

''Go back to your country!''

''Jews will not replace us!''

''Blood and Soil!''

But in the forests, as the rally keeps attracting more and more Neo-Nazis and White Supremacists, it also attracted an unfamiliar presence, that of MI6 agent James Bond, who is closely observing the rally to track down terrorists among the rank and file Trump supporters.

Meanwhile, back at the new MI6 office in London, M looks closely at the intelligence gathered by Bond at the Trump rally, as Tanner relays warnings to Bond.

''MI6 to Bond, be aware that you're in no man's land.'' Tanner said. ''Eliminate your targets and get out of there when you're done.''

''Bond to MI6. Roger that.'' Bond replied before ending the transmission.

''I sure hope he doesn't do anything crazy.'' M said, clearly remembering his agent's tendency to cause trouble at a moment's notice. ''It's always part of 007's M.O. to create unnecessary tension.''

Back at the Trump rally in Dallas, as Bond continues to stalk his targets from the treeline, he accidentally steps on a branch, alerting several Trump supporters to his presence.

One of the Trump supporters, a Neo-Nazi, pulls out a Uzi submachine gun and points it at Bond.

''Who the Hell are you to be in a place like this?'' the Neo-Nazi asked, his trigger finger clearly itchy.

''This is American territory, pal. You have no business here.''

Another Trump supporter, armed with an AK-74, aims the rifle at Bond. The rest of the Trump supporters immediately stop marching, pulling out their guns while surrounding the veteran agent.

''Looks like I did stumble into a hornet's nest.'' Bond quipped in his usual fashion, clearly aware of the danger he is in.

''Let me see your hands.'' One Trump supporter said, all the while trying to intimidate Bond with his AR-15.

''I came here to see some of your fellow marchers.'' Bond said. ''I'm on official business from MI6.''

''I don't care who you are.'' Another Trump supporter angrily yelled. ''You're on our turf, and you need to leave before you get hurt, prettyboy.''

The supporter immediately started counting down, while the rest cock their guns, ready to shoot Bond once the countdown ends.

''10…''

''9…''

''8…''

As the countdown continues, Bond spots his targets among the throng of Trump supporters ready to fire. They are three American Neo-Nazis who launched a bomb attack on the Spanish embassy in the Portuguese capital of Lisbon, named Charles McCall, Jim Tyson and Hal Rementon.

''7…''

''6…''

Just as it happens, Bond stealthily guides his right hand toward a pair of flashbang grenades on his coat.

''5…''

''4…''

''3…''

Bond gets his hand on one of the flashbang grenades and primes it for detonation.

''2…''

''1…''

''0…''

''Open fire!''

At that moment, Bond tosses the flashbang grenade into the throng of Trump supporters, momentarily blinding them before they could fire their guns. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bond makes a quick dash towards a building complex. Several Trump supporters who were not blinded by the flashbang grenade immediately open fire at Bond. Bond pulls out his Walther PPK/S and blindly returns fire as he runs toward the complex.

''After him! Hunt him down and kill him!'' McCall yelled, clearly enraged at the sudden turn of events.

Once Bond makes it to the building complex, he runs toward a flight of stairs, with the Trump supporters in hot pursuit, trying to cut off the veteran agent. As Bond makes his way up, one or two Trump supporters ambush him on different floors, with Bond dispatching them in various ways. On the first floor, Bond struggles with a Trump supporter and breaks his neck. On the second floor, two Trump supporters try to get the drop on Bond, only for one to be shot dead by Bond with his PPK/S, with the other having his head blown off when Bond primes his last remaining flashbang grenade for detonation, forcing the grenade on the supporter's throat before it went off.

''What an explosive setback.'' Bond said, ever the snarky agent.

On the third floor, another Trump supporter tries to kill Bond, only for Bond to momentarily stun him with a punch and push him off the balcony to his death. On the fourth and final floor, Bond comes face to face with Charles McCall, Jim Tyson and Hal Rementon.

''So the British government sent a spy to kill us?'' Charles said, questioning Bond's orders.

''Better that than blowing up embassies on foreign soil to serve the agenda of your fake President.'' Bond retorted mockingly.

''I have not regretted voting for President Trump in the election.'' McCall said. ''He will make America great again, and you will not live to see it happen.''

McCall turns his attention to Tyson and Rementon, giving them orders before leaving the building in a Sea King helicopter.

''Kill him.''

As soon as McCall's helicopter lifted off, Tyson and Rementon close in on Bond menacingly, with their knives at the ready. The two Neo-Nazis immediately started swiping at Bond, who is dodging them with hardly any effort. Tyson and Rementon, clearly frustrated at their inability to hit Bond, increased the intensity of their swipes to superhuman levels.

''This is so not your good day.'' Bond said, clearly unimpressed by the Neo-Nazis' attempts to cut him up, just before he manages to slide down towards Tyson to knock him down.

As Bond turns toward Tyson, the Neo-Nazi attempts to throw the knife at Bond to impale him, only for the agent to shoot him dead with his PPK/S. Enraged at the loss of his comrade, Rementon charges at Bond with knife in hand, only for the agent to sidestep him, causing him to blindly run into an air conditioner with the fan open. Rementon crashes into the fan, with half his scalp being chopped off in the process. As Rementon screams in pain, Bond escapes the building, only to be surrounded by Trump supporters again.

''There's no escape for you. You've gone and done it now.'' One Trump supporter said.

As they cock their guns, Bond's watch started ticking, to their confusion. Suddenly, the roar of the engines of a Royal Air Force Hercules aircraft fills the Texas sky. The low-flying Hercules unloads a cable. Bond, spotting the cable, fires his grappling hook at it and gets propelled into the sky, climbing the cable to get to the Hercules' cargo bay door.

Once Bond makes it to the Hercules, the aircraft flies away from Dallas, clearly on its way back to London.