I'm a spy in the film

In a large room on the third floor of a small building on Mott Street in the Bronx, Gibson, who was short and fat, wearing only a vest and shorts, stood with his back to the window and pointed his gun at two women in the room, or to be exact, two young and beautiful women.

Gibson rubbed his red right wrist with his left hand. There was a handcuff on it. The pain from his crotch made him look at Vanessa with resentment: "You damn little bitch, you dared to kick me there, weren't you very proud? How are you now? Didn't you fall into my hands?"

Vanessa didn't say anything. She just looked at the broken heating pipe that Gibson was handcuffed with, and then looked at Ingrid who looked regretful. She was speechless and realized that Gibson was really a miser. As a small gang leader, he didn't even repair the heating pipe in his house that was rusted and about to break. Not to mention that he was a man, even she could easily break it with some strength. Ingrid was still too young and inexperienced, but it was too late to realize it now.

"Gibson, either let us go or we die together!" Ingrid rushed to stand in front of Vanessa. She wanted to make up for her mistakes with practical actions. If possible, she was willing to die for Vanessa.

"Hahahaha!"

Gibson laughed so hard that his fat body shook. "Ingrid, little darling, are you trying to make me laugh on purpose? Don't you see who has the gun now? As long as I shout, countless people will rush over and catch you and torture you to death!"

"Gibson, we are done with Dominic. We just want to leave here now and don't want to cause any trouble!"

"Humph, cleared? That's what you thought! Bribing the bank insider for free? Delaying police support for free? Money laundering for free?"

Gibson snorted disdainfully. "Boss Dominic is too proud to mention it, but how can we, the younger brothers, be so discerning? Do you think Big Sister Mia doesn't know that I'm doing this? Or does Boss Dominic not know?"

Vanessa nodded with some understanding, "I see."

"It's good that you know. Now we should talk about compensation!"

Gibson reached his left hand into his crotch and grabbed it twice, with an obscene grin on his face. His lewd eyes moved back and forth between Vanessa and Ingrid's pretty faces and their smooth, slender thighs. Even Vanessa, a veteran model who has worked in the fashion industry for many years, couldn't help feeling nauseous.

At this moment, with a "bang", the office door was suddenly pushed open, and seven or eight people holding various guns rushed in noisily. They were Gibson's men. They had just heard the noise of a fight upstairs, and they hurried upstairs for fear of something happening. What they saw was their boss threatening two girls with a gun with a lewd smile on his face.

Although we can't see his face, but looking from behind, those legs, that butt, that waist, wow, the little brothers cooperated and showed their filthy smiles. Boss Gibson is so lucky. I didn't expect that Boss Gibson likes to force this tune again, hahahaha.

Gibson was furious. When I needed you, you were as deaf as pigs. I had the situation under control, and you came up to show your loyalty? I hate it most when I am in high spirits and I am disturbed by such blind guys!

"Get out! Get out now! Without my order, even if there is chaos here, you are not allowed to come up here!"

He waved the gun in his hand, and it was not known whether it was intentional or accidental, but a bullet hit the door frame, scaring his men who were standing at the door and unable to move forward or backward, and they retreated in a hurry. A clever guy even thoughtfully helped his boss close the door and locked it from the outside with a "click".

"Hahaha,"

Gibson shook the gun in his hand and laughed wildly. He kept the gun pointed at Vanessa and the other girl, with a joking expression on his face. "Unless you can fly, you can't run away. Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night."

"..."

But Vanessa and Ingrid seemed not to hear him. They looked at Gibson's back with surprise. Ingrid was so aggrieved that she almost cried: "Why did you come just now?"

Gibson was puzzled and sneered, "Why didn't you tell me that there was an FBI behind me? Little girl, you want to trick me, do you really think I will be fooled?"

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Although Gibson was very reluctant to believe it, the sound of footsteps behind him forced him to believe it.

His left hand was still inserted in his crotch, and his right hand holding the gun had been tightly grasped by someone.

Gibson's whole body was stiff and his right arm was shaking violently. Just as he was about to turn around to see who it was, he saw a huge fist rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes. Then, he felt a pain in his forehead and knew nothing.

"Miss!"

The short-haired girl, Margery, quickly jumped off Bourne's back, ran over and hugged Vanessa, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Vanessa also hugged Margery and Ingrid with her back arms, and her nose also felt sore.

It was naturally Bourne who took action. In fact, when Gibson had just broken free from his restraints and pointed the gun at Vanessa and the other person, Bourne had already climbed along the sewer pipe to the side of the window outside the room where Gibson was, carrying Margery on his back.

However, unlike Maggie, who was worried and confused, Bourne had heard the dense footsteps coming from the corridor on the other side of the wall, and it was easy to judge that these people were going to Gibson's office on the third floor. If he showed up at this time, although he might be able to control Gibson as a hostage, it would inevitably alert the gang members in the building, which would be very disadvantageous for tonight's operation. The risk was too great, so it was better to wait and see.

Sure enough, the situation developed better than Bourne had expected. Gibson sought his own death and drove all his men away. Now, even if there was a little more noise above, it would not arouse suspicion from the people below.

While this short, fat, wretched black man was focusing all his attention on Vanessa and the other person, Bourne tiptoed in through the window, but he was carrying a woman weighing over 100 pounds on his back, so Gibson heard the sound of his footsteps.

"Sister, this is Bourne, a... um... good policeman. He was the one who beat down the guy Gibson sent to arrest us. He's one of our gang."

After the excitement, Margery, who had recovered a little, quickly introduced her to Vanessa, fearing that there would be misunderstandings between the two.

Vanessa looked at Bourne with a complicated expression as he put a hood on Gibson and tied him up like a dumpling, and said softly, "I know that the Headshot Detective, the Hard-Handed Detective, the Crazy Detective, Bourne Lee, is no unknown figure in the New York underworld!"

"What? Who gave me these crappy nicknames? Why did I go crazy?" After hearing Vanessa's words, Bourne didn't say anything, but he was a little angry in his heart. He couldn't help but increase the strength of the ropes, and the already strong ropes became tighter. Gibson groaned in pain even in his coma.

When Bourne turned around, Vanessa, who had learned the whole story from the sisters, spoke first. She pointed to a wooden door on the wall and said:

"This is the vault of the Biker Gang. I once delivered money here, and Gibson put the money in that room in front of me. There were two guards inside, but I knocked them down. They were lying together with Gibson's two bodyguards."

As she spoke, Vanessa picked up a bunch of keys from the ground and opened the door.