I'm a spy in the film

In the evening, in a villa area near the Yankees' home stadium in the Bronx, New York, a man on a bicycle stood outside the corner of a house's wall and made a phone call.

The man only said a few words, hung up the phone and rode away on his bike.

This was nothing special, and the people in the villa thought so too.

But if they heard what the man said, they would find out that they were wrong!

Because what the man on the bike said was:

"Bell, they're back, there are only three of them, yes, all women, with long legs, they just came into the house, I'm sure."

There was no doubt that this man was one of Bell's friends who had been sent to spy on the family.

At noon, Bourne remembered his connection with the four female robbers, so he returned to the office and used the bureau's system to look up the information of the resident.

As expected of the country's largest intelligence agency, the system not only has high-definition pictures of the house, but also information about previous owners, and even records of how many times the house has been renovated. The current owner is a person named Vanessa, who has dual citizenship of the Federation and Samba Country, and her occupation is - model?

Since this neighborhood is considered a middle- to high-end residential area in the chaotic Bronx, the registered information is relatively complete. Except for the lack of photos, it also lists several people as living there.

4 people, all of them are models.

Bourne was basically certain that this was the residence of the four supermodel female robbers he was looking for. Who would have thought that the robbers had already rented a safe house and were openly staying in a wealthy area? This was really a dark place under the lamp. No wonder Mullins couldn't find anyone after several investigations!

But this was a good thing for Bourne. After all, this was the information Bourne found himself and there was no way he could share it with Mullins for free. So, Bourne called Bell and told her about the situation. He asked her, as a local boss, to find someone to keep an eye on the house and wait for the robbers to return before arresting them. Bourne himself had to go through the procedures for applying for a search warrant, etc.

Therefore, when the man on the cyclist on the street called, Bourne, who had already gotten off work, was in Bell's car. The two were on another street not far from the residence of the four female robbers, so in less than 4 minutes, Bourne and Bell arrived.

Watching Bourne stuffing magazines into the outer pockets of his bulletproof vest one by one and tidying up his pistol, she felt a sense of déjà vu and asked uncertainly:

"What should we do now? Call for backup?"

"No need. I've seen the video. The shooting and reaction skills of this gang of robbers are not very good. Only the leader is okay. The other three have no other advantages except their long legs. And there are only three of them now. I will sneak in and capture them, then ambush them and wait for the leader to come back and capture them all together. If I call for backup now, I guess at most I can only catch these three small fish."

Bourne winked at Bell and said, "Trust me!"

As a result, Bell quickly turned his head and shouted, "Don't wink at me. Now when I see someone wink at me, I get very nervous! Whatever you say is what it is. Go!"

Bourne was speechless.

However, after packing up his equipment, Bourne still asked Bell to drive the car to the back of the villa, and he planned to break in from the garden at the back.

In fact, after the search warrant was obtained in the afternoon, Bourne had come here alone. After asking the patrolman and nearby neighbors, he learned that the four models had gone out early in the morning and had not returned. Because he was afraid of surveillance and being discovered by the other party, Bourne did not sneak in, but waited patiently until the four robbers came back.

This is the time when the robbers are most relaxed. Choosing this time to break in can catch the robbers off guard.

Sure enough, Bourne easily opened the back door of the villa with the spare key he got from the villa manager. He quietly walked to the dining kitchen, stood behind the door, and heard a fierce quarrel coming from the living room.

It was Spanish, a language that Bourne had learned when he was a sophomore. At that time, he thought that he might help some wealthy people in South America with lawsuits after graduation, so he studied it for a while. He stopped studying after he was able to communicate in simple terms. Now, understanding was not a problem.

After listening for a while, Bourne gradually understood the origins of this gang of robbers. The four of them were from Horizontina, Rio Grande do Sul, Samba Country. Vanessa, the registered owner of this house, the blond-haired female robber who shot Bourne last night and who was not there today, was their leader.

Like many local girls, they were sold to gangs by their parents when they were young. Some of them learned how to sell and make drugs, some learned how to seduce men with their sex life, and some studied accounting and other majors. In short, they were all needed by the drug trafficking gangs.

Vanessa is different. She is smart and originally studied accounting. Somehow she persuaded the group's small leader to let her personally select people to form a team of models. She used the models' identities to help the group open up several new drug trafficking routes.

But half a year ago, during a firefight, their gang was destroyed by the opposing gang. Only she and her three girlfriends escaped because they were walking on the Hollywood catwalk. But many other girls were controlled by the opposing gang.

Vanessa, who was at her wits' end, happened to meet Dominic in Los Angeles, whom she had met while racing in Samba Country. Knowing that Dominic had many capable friends in Samba Country, she asked Dominic for help.

Dominic said that in order to redeem the girls who were controlled, a large sum of money would be needed, and there would be a period of chaos in New York that would last for a long time in half a year, and robbing a bank was the fastest way to make money!

At that time, he will be responsible for providing information, Vanessa and other four will be responsible for robbery, and his New York motorcycle gang will be responsible for laundering the stolen goods. Vanessa and her friends will have to commit at least five robberies.

That's why they made the trip to New York.

Because Vanessa was an excellent driver, she helped the Speed ​​Gang win several underground car races, so the number of robberies dropped from five to four and three.

The dawn of victory was about to come, but the guy who was in charge of contacting them was suddenly killed in a bank robbery. The contact person was the brother of Roman, a backbone of the Bikers, a black man who was lustful and gambling. He took the opportunity to threaten Vanessa and the others, either continue to do the bank robbery work, or become his women.

This time, Vanessa was invited to confront this guy.

And her three girlfriends, who are also her sisters, are arguing about how to save their eldest sister.

Hearing this, an idea suddenly came to Bourne's mind. After thinking about it, he felt it was feasible, so he appeared from behind the door, knocked on the door of the restaurant, and said:

"Ladies, I think you could use some help!"

Hearing the familiar Spanish, the three women who were still arguing in the living room didn't pay much attention at first. But when they saw Bourne holding a gun in one hand and an FBI ID in the other, they were startled and the red-haired one among the three was about to take out the gun from his trouser pocket.

After knowing their life stories, although he felt sympathy and didn't want to hurt them, Bourne would not allow the other party to threaten him. With a distance of less than five meters between them, Bourne rushed to the front of the red-haired woman, grabbed her wrist with his left hand, twisted it and lifted it, and the gun in the red-haired woman's hand fell to the ground. Bourne twisted her right hand behind her back, causing her to scream in pain.

Her two companions also reacted and pounced on Bourne with a whimpering sound. Their postures looked as if they wanted to scratch Bourne's face until it was covered with peach blossoms!

There is no plan at all, it turns out you are just a newbie!