I'm a spy in the film

In the early morning, although the central square of Manhattan was still brightly lit, there were not many pedestrians on the street.

Bourne, wrapped in his windbreaker, walked quickly out of the subway station, seemingly unaware that someone was following him.

Walking through a not-so-remote alley, Captain Norton's voice suddenly came from Bourne's Bluetooth headset:

"Look out, Bourne, we've lost him, you..."

The sentence was cut off before it was finished, and what sounded was John Zhao's scream;

"Who is it? Don't move!..."

Next came the sound of fists hitting human bodies, shouts, curses, and the whistling of the wind.

Bourne's face suddenly changed. He turned around and ran towards the alley. At the same time, he took out another mobile phone from his pocket and started calling the team leader Hank. However, a chaotic noise came from the phone.

What the hell?

Bourne tapped his phone in disbelief. This was an internal phone that the bureau provided to every agent. It might not have many functions, with only a few options such as calls, text messages, and emails, but its security and signal strength were by no means comparable to the civilian castrated versions on the market.

However, since it is a special model distributed by the bureau, all information sent or received through this phone can be directly retrieved by the bureau, so people generally do not use it unless it is required for work.

But now, even such a professional mobile phone cannot make calls due to signal problems?

This is Manhattan, and no one would dare to place a signal jammer here. Therefore, Bourne would rather believe that the phone's system has been hacked.

But this is even more unbelievable. Being able to crack the FBI's firewall is not something that ordinary people can do. And in the United States, what kind of person would dare to crack and invade the FBI's firewall?

Enemy? Bourne thought to himself that he didn't have such a powerful enemy.

Terrorists? I have never dealt with terrorists.

Killer? A killer with such skills and means would need to cut off his communication to kill him?

The more Bourne thought about it, the more distracting thoughts he had. In the end, he simply stopped thinking about the identity of the enemy and started worrying about Captain Norton and the others.

Bourne ran out of the alley and only ran about ten meters in the direction he came from before he had to stop, because in the shadow of a street lamp not far in front of him, stood a hooded man.

The man was not tall, but his presence was very strong, as if he had suddenly appeared there. When Bourne ran out of the alley, he didn't notice there was anyone there at all. It was not until his brain frantically warned him that he realized that the man seemed to have appeared there out of thin air.

Although the man was not blocking Bourne's path, Bourne could feel that if he took a few more steps forward, the man would definitely launch a fatal attack on him.

"FBI!" Bourne showed his ID and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you, my companions? What have you done to them?"

The hooded man remained indifferent, as if he had heard and seen nothing.

Bourne stuffed the documents back into his pocket and clenched his fists because he found Captain Norton's cell phone, which was held in the hand of the hooded man. A drop of sticky liquid dripped from the bottom of the phone case and formed a small red flower on the ground.

is blood!

Almost at the same time, Bourne and the hooded man moved. Both of them were incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, they collided with each other.

The two men separated as soon as they touched each other, but the difference was that the hooded man took the initiative to jump back and avoided Bourne's sweeping kick, while Bourne was hit by the other's punch on the shoulder and was forced to retreat.

The hooded man dodged Bourne's hasty kick nimbly as if dancing, and then quickly pounced on Bourne again like a compressed spring. Before he got to Bourne, his swung fist hit Bourne with a whistling sound.

Bourne had retreated to the side of a street lamp. He never expected that the hooded man was so fast and his fist was so heavy. He only received a single blow on his right shoulder, which now felt a little heavy.

Rather than saying that he forced the opponent back with his sweeping kick, it would be more accurate to say that the opponent took the initiative to avoid his attack and was confident that he could defeat him again.

At this moment, before he could adjust his state, the opponent attacked again. Before the fist came, Bourne had a feeling of being locked by the opponent. He knew that he could only take this punch head-on. If he dodged, not only would he not be able to avoid it, but he would also die a more miserable death.

"Talent, madness, turn on!"

Bourne shouted in his mind, his eyes instantly bloodshot, and the world suddenly became colorful. The color representing the threat value turned into black mist, completely turning the hooded man into a black man.

The hooded man was indeed a black man.

With the help of the street lamp, Bourne could clearly see the opponent's black fist coming straight towards his chest.

But seeing and doing are two different things. Bourne's body could not keep up with his brain's reaction, and he could only watch the punch coming towards his chest.

Bourne's teeth were chattering from nervousness, his gums were even bleeding, veins on his forehead were exposed, and his heart was overloaded and pounding, rapidly pushing blood to all parts of his body.

Just as the hooded black man pounced and was about to hit Bourne, Bourne suddenly seemed to have no bones in his body, and his body fell to the side as limp as noodles. This fall just happened to avoid the opponent's direct punch.

The punch missed, but the hooded black man didn't show any anger. He just turned around and continued to hit Bourne with his left fist at a faster and more powerful speed than his right fist.

Faced with this situation, Bourne not only did not show any fear on his face, but instead he grinned with a strange smile as if his evil plan had succeeded.

Bourne leaned against the lamppost in the same position as he had just fallen, holding the lamppost with his hands in a very ungraceful manner. He leaped up with his whole body, forming a 90-degree right angle with the lamppost, and without paying any attention to the hooded black man's left fist, he kicked at the hooded black man with his legs like a pair of scissors opening and closing like a storm.

This sudden change caught the hooded black man off guard. Facing Bourne's legs that were constantly being lifted up, even though his fists were powerful, after several close contacts with the soles of Bourne's leather shoes, he had to give up the idea of ​​quickly taking down the guy and took a few steps back to avoid the attack temporarily.

Seeing the opponent retreating, Bourne's violent attack immediately stopped. He used his hands and arms to climb up to the top of the street lamp like a monkey, and looked down at the hooded black man below.

At this moment, Bourne's mind also emerged with a picture presented to him by Notan: in the shadow of an alley entrance behind him, a familiar face appeared there, it was Banning.

"Banning! Why is he here? Is he following me? Or is he following this hooded man?"

With the help of the light from high above, Bourne took advantage of the hooded black man's head raising up to see his face clearly. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and thick lips, a typical black face.

However, this guy has a murderous look on his face, but also a kind of awe-inspiring righteousness. He doesn't look like a killer, but more like someone from the army. However, looking at the way this guy walks and stands, he has a bit of street hip-hop style. What a weirdo.

The hooded black man looked up at Bourne and knew that there was nothing he could do today with the slippery kid. He couldn't just tear down the telephone pole.

Not to mention whether it can be accomplished, there is a guy next to him who has been following him for several days. That guy is not as strong as him. He is not sure that he can leave New York unscathed while being chased by that guy.

I've told Dominic a long time ago not to get involved in gangster stuff, but he didn't listen and pushed the blame onto his sister Mia. Everyone knows that you two siblings are in cahoots with each other and making a lot of black money. If it weren't for the fact that we are colleagues, no one would care about your dirty deeds. Now, you've been targeted by the FBI and the Secret Service. I don't care anymore, you're on your own!

"Humph!"

The hooded black man glared at Bourne, who was perched on the telephone pole looking out in the wind, then turned and walked into the alley next to him, disappearing without a trace.