I'm a spy in the film

Kelly felt like she was walking on cotton and walked forward in a daze. She didn't even know how she got to the unit.

However, when she opened the door of the bank, she saw a collective welcome ceremony led by Mr. Emington and her colleagues. Also, on her workstation, there was an artistic photo of her daughter's innocent and lovely smiling face, with the words "Good luck at work, your loving husband" written on it.

In New York, a city where money and profit are paramount, it is so precious to have a considerate lover and a group of colleagues who care about you!

Tears instantly blurred Kelly's eyes and great happiness filled her heart.

"Today is such a happy day. There was no reason for me to be scared this morning!" Kelly thought happily.

However, she did not notice that when the fat Mr. Emington gave his welcome speech, his voice trembled a little, and the security guard who opened the door for her was not the security guard hired by the bank before she gave birth, but a handsome and sunny boy in his twenties.

After the bank manager, Mr. Emington, gave his welcome speech, it was time to share the cake. There were still about ten minutes before work started, so a 10-inch double-layer cake was more than enough for seven or eight people to share.

Just as everyone in the bank was enjoying the warm scene, Emington, who had been standing in the middle of the hall with his eyes fixed on the door, suddenly became nervous and asked a female employee next to him:

"Are there any money transport arrangements today?"

"No, sir, that I know of!"

The young security guard answered quickly, and then took a step to the side, revealing a man wearing a baseball cap and escort uniform who was pulling out a gun behind him.

Before anyone could scream, the young security guard turned around, grabbed the wrist of the man who pulled out the gun with both hands, and twisted it hard. The man's wrist felt severe pain and he couldn't help but scream. He loosened his hands and the gun fell to the ground.

Then, the young security guard punched the man who pulled out the gun in the stomach with such force that his body immediately bent like a shrimp, and then he fell to the ground, retching.

At this time, the young security guard had picked up the two pistols that had fallen on the ground, strode to the wall, leaned his back against the wall, and stared at the bank door with his head tilted.

These moves were so quick and decisive that everyone in the bank was stunned.

If they hadn't seen this strange young security guard standing behind the wall with two pistols in his hands and a man lying on the ground retching, everyone would have thought they were hallucinating.

"What are you daydreaming about? A robbery is happening. Get back here!"

The young security guard yelled at the bank employees who were still in a daze in the hall.

"Oh, oh!" The bank manager, Emington, was the first to come to his senses. He saw that the side door of the uninvited escort vehicle had been opened and a fully armed man wearing a black hood was about to jump out of the vehicle. He shuddered and shouted:

"Friends, follow me to the vault, everyone, quickly!"

Having said that, he turned around and ran towards the house behind the hall.

Maybe it was because the manager had a very high prestige. Although they didn't understand what was going on, the herd mentality made everyone run after him. Even Kelly, who was previously welcomed, followed everyone as she jogged with a puzzled look on her face, holding the cake given to her by her colleagues.

Just like that, everyone in the hall ran away in an instant, leaving the masked robber who was about to push the door open stunned.

"What's going on? This is different from what the boss planned!"

The leading robber was a little confused. He had only been in this robbery group for a short time and had only participated in two operations, both of which went smoothly. This was the first time he had encountered a situation like today where all the hostages had escaped before the operation even started. Feeling a little uneasy, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the boss who had a Walkman hanging around his waist...

Bourne is now highly focused. Although he has killed many gangsters personally, he is alone this time. Brett and Anthony went to another bank that had been stabbed before.

There were at least three people on the other side, one of whom was confirmed to be Lorenz Fogelman, a habitual criminal with a brutal temperament. According to statistics in the FBI database alone, he was involved in more than a dozen robberies and murders.

According to the broker who sold him the car and helped him find a driver, this guy used all the money he had robbed to buy the car, and the money in the purse was still wet with blood when it was delivered.

Anthony got all this information. If the broker hadn't been framed by Lorenz, he wouldn't have sold the information to Anthony so readily.

According to Bourne's investigation, Lorenz came from a naval family, but he suddenly retired after participating in a special naval exercise. Then his personality changed drastically and he became cruel and murderous.

But this guy is very skilled, alert and decisive. The FBI has teamed up with police from many places to hunt him down, but they all suffered heavy losses. This time, this guy was probably attracted by the killing competition, or he wanted to take advantage of the chaos in New York to make a fortune?

In any case, the gang of criminals that are about to enter the bank are not pushovers, they will soon discover that something is wrong with the bank, so...

"Bang, bang!"

Bourne decisively fired first, hitting the leading gangster in the thigh, leaving a hole in his leg.

Then, ignoring the guy who fell backwards and howled in pain, Bourne squatted down and fired two shots at the three gangsters who were about to get out of the car outside, one shot hitting them in the chest and one shot hitting them in the head.

The last gangster to get off the bus had blood spurting out of his head and he fell to the ground without a sound.

"Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta."

The fierce gunshots echoed far away in the deserted streets in the morning. The few pedestrians were so scared that they ran away in panic. In this regard, the American people are indeed very conscious. They reacted very quickly to the gunshots. It was not like what is shown in movies and TV shows, with people running around in panic. Perhaps those who ran around are... dead.

The shooting was fired by the second gangster, the one with the walkie-talkie on his waist.

After getting off the car, this guy did not stand on the street like the first and third gangsters, but followed the first gangster cautiously.

And after Bourne fired the shot, he did not fight back immediately, but quickly dodged behind the wall and stuck half of his face out to look into the bank.

After his second companion was shot in the head by Bourne, he was able to basically determine Bourne's position and fired a volley of bullets in that direction, not for anything else but to block it, because he knew that the operation had failed and he had to leave quickly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when Bourne was forced back by bullets, Lorenz kicked away the body of his accomplice who was blocking the door of the armored car and tried to close it.

"Bang, bang, bang"

“Oh, shit!”

Lorenz screamed in pain. He was hit in the shoulder by Bourne's gun. He endured the pain and shouted to the driver of the armored car, "Drive!"

But the driver turned his head and shouted, "What happened? Where's my brother?"

The answer came from Lorenz's bullet, which hit the driver right between the eyebrows.

Ten seconds later, the specially made fake money transporter with steel plates installed on the carriage and hood, had its tires rubbing against the ground violently, emitting a large amount of black smoke, and fled from here at an extremely fast speed.

Bourne chased out and fired two shots at the tire. Although he hit the target, the other car's speed did not decrease. It was obvious that the tire had been replaced with an explosion-proof tire.

"What a pity! He really values ​​his life!" Bourne said angrily, but he had no choice but to let the other party go. After all, there were still two prisoners he had knocked down in the bank.