I'm a spy in the film

After a brief greeting, Bourne saw that Mullins looked exhausted and tired. He knew that this was due to the recent frequent violent incidents in New York.

The Bronx is a hard-hit area with a high incidence of crimes. With the invited foreign thieves taking the lead, the gangsters in the Bronx, who already have limited brain capacity, could not resist the temptation of buying for free, and they all emerged to take advantage of the opportunity to make a big profit.

This undoubtedly made the already poor security situation in the Bronx even worse. For the local police, everyone's workload increased several times.

As expected, Bourne only started by talking about the current poor security environment in New York, and Agent Mullins, like a bitter woman who had found someone to confide in, poured out all his grievances. Even the delicious barbecue brought by the waiter could not stop his desire to talk. After a few glasses of strong tequila, his desire to talk became even stronger.

"Do you know how many cases I've handled alone?" Mullins, with a piece of barbecue stuck on the fork in his left hand, stretched out his right hand with five fingers spread out in front of his red face, and complained: "Five, five! And they are scattered in three different police stations. It's driving me crazy!"

"Yeah, we've got a lot of them in each group," Bourne quickly agreed, "We'll do it one by one, slowly. There has to be a sequence, so it's easier to do."

"No way!" Mullins's face became even more bitter. "At least you two have a partner. We have too many cases. Each of us has five cases, and we haven't even finished them yet!"

He drank the mezcal in the cup in one gulp, put it heavily on the table, took a long breath, and sighed, "Comfortable!"

Then, he took out an envelope from his windbreaker pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward Bourne. "Here are your friend's car keys and the documents for picking up the car."

Bourne opened the envelope and found a pair of car keys and a notice for evidence collection inside.

Seeing Bourne's curious look, Mullins waved his hand and said with a smile: "Your friend is actually helping us chase the robbers. We are doing this just to get her to provide more information about the robbers, but she may be afraid of retaliation from the robbers and is unwilling to provide it! In this case, there is nothing wrong with returning the car to your friend!"

How could Bourne not know that Mullins did this for the sake of his own face? If it was someone else he didn't know, who knows how long he would be detained?

"Thank you, I'm thanking you on behalf of my friend. If you need any help in the future, please feel free to call me. Thank you so much this time!"

"You're welcome. It's just a piece of cake. But your friend's driving skills are really good. At least I've never seen anyone with better driving skills than her."

Speaking of driving skills, Bourne suddenly thought of the underground car race he saw last night, and couldn't help asking, "Mullins, do you know the Speed ​​Gang?"

Hearing Bourne's question, Mullins' eyebrows slightly frowned, but he still answered:

"Of course, this is one of the larger gangs in the Bronx. The gang members are mainly South Americans, blacks, Asians and other minorities. Their boss, Dominic, is an extreme enthusiast who used to be in California. He offended a large local gang and suddenly disappeared. People thought he was dead until he reappeared a year later. Although it is not known how he reached a settlement with the large gang, he couldn't make it in the gang in California, so he came to New York.

He has a gang of seven or eight people under him, who are the backbone of the gang, and he also has a sister who is a voodoo practitioner. It is precisely because of this relationship that he was able to gain a foothold in the Bronx and develop so quickly.

in addition…"

Mullins paused, lowered his voice, and said, "It is said that Dominic has a CIA background, but in fact he was recruited by the Department of Homeland Security, so..." Mullins winked at Bourne, "As long as he doesn't make too much trouble, we will turn a blind eye."

Bourne instantly understood that this was a guy with a background, no wonder his underground car racing was so arrogant.

Bourne asked again: "Could they be related to the current bank robbery?"

Mullins shook his head and said affirmatively, "No, Dominic is not here. The gang is mostly run by her sister Mia, who is a shrewd woman. We have an agreement with her that they will not be involved in such cases. But if someone in the Speed ​​Gang commits such a crime, the gang will not care even if we catch them!

But I'm in the robbery squad, so I don't know them too well. The person in charge of the Dominica gang case is a very capable agent named Brian O'Connor."

Bourne silently memorized the name, but in his heart he did not comment on Mullins' words!

Bourne, who grew up in Texas, knows too well how dirty those gang bosses are. They appear glamorous on the surface, but they do one thing in front of others and another behind the scenes. They have countless black gloves and white gloves. When nothing is wrong, they make money like crazy, but when something goes wrong, they just throw away the gloves and pretend to be clean upper-class people!

I think it's the same in New York. What Mullins said just now is half true and half false. But it is true that the gangs and the FBI have a tacit understanding. This has a long history in the United States and has become a tradition!

Bourne didn't ask any more questions. Just as he was about to pour more wine, Mullins' phone rang. It sounded like a call from the police station, and there was the sound of sirens.

Sure enough, Mullins's face turned ugly. After hanging up the phone, he stood up and said, "Sorry, a suspect has been found in a case, and I have to go back. When this period is over, call Zack and we will get together again."

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Here, Bourne had already dialed Bell's number, but just as Bourne opened the phone, Bell's unique voice came from the other end, and there was obvious surprise in his voice:

"Bourne! I knew it was you. I knew you could do it. I knew I wasn't mistaken about you!"

Definitely three times.

Before Bourne could interrupt, Bell lowered his voice and continued, "Bourne, we found the robbers' lair. We are very close now and will catch them in a moment!"

Bourne was shocked. "What? Found the robbers' lair? Catch the criminals? How many of you?"

"That stupid cop and I were at Old Lu's garage in the Bronx. You don't know how I found out, haha." Bell's happy laughter came from the other end of the phone, but Bourne was sweating for this crazy female driver.

There were four armed robbers on the other side, and you two dared to arrest them? Who do you think you are? Rambo?

Therefore, without caring to continue eating, Bourne took out a handful of banknotes and threw them on the table. He walked out of the restaurant quickly and said to Bell urgently as he walked, "Are you going to die? Get out of here and call the police. The other party is robbing with a gun, and you are unarmed!"

The November night breeze was already very cool, and Bell's brain, which had been heated by the bonus, gradually calmed down. Perhaps it was because of his racial talent, Bell was still very optimistic:

"Once we catch those robbers, Bourne, we're going to make a great contribution this time. I'm going to use the bonus to upgrade my sweet baby!"

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

Damn!

Bourne cursed in his heart, what about the Taxi Queen? What about the police? Do you think that if you yell "drop your weapons" the other party will obey?

You must be dreaming. They are armed gangsters! It is only possible if I give you a volley of bullets!

Bourne had already started the car and found Old Lu's Garage on the map. According to the navigation, it would take at least twenty minutes to get there. However, a route consisting of many unknown paths appeared in Bourne's mind, which would take only ten minutes to get there. So, what are you waiting for?