I'm a spy in the film

Bourne quickly called Black Joe, but the ringtone rang in the house. After a while, Ms. Susie opened the door with a retro mobile phone and asked:

"Duke's phone rang and I was about to answer it..."

"Yes, ma'am, it's me. I just received a call and I have something urgent to talk to him about. Do you know any other ways to contact him?"

Ms. Susie frowned and said hesitantly, "I have Leo's phone number. They are together. I think..."

"Thank you, ma'am, this matter is very important and urgent!"

"Okay then, wait a moment."

Ms. Susie was also a very straightforward person. She made a phone call in front of Bourne. As expected, it was Black Joe on the other end of the line:

"Hey lady, Leo is driving, what do you want to do with him?"

"Duke, someone wants to see you. Your phone was left in the house. I think you're with Leo. I'll ask him to tell you."

Then he handed over the phone.

Bourne took the phone and said without further ado:

"Joe, come back quickly, there is something wrong with this matter..."

But before he could finish, several gunshots were suddenly heard from the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of brakes and the angry curses of the two old men.

"Damn it, he dared to shoot in the town! I must break this guy's bones!"

"How dare you, bastard, smash the hood of my car like this? I'm going to rip that guy's intestines out!"

"Hey, Joe, are you still listening? This time the person who comes to find you may not be one person, but a group of people. Come back soon!"

"What!"

On a dirt road 10 kilometers away from the manor, Black Old Joe was spitting out the sand in his mouth. He had opened his mouth in surprise just now, and a gust of wind happened to blow up the dust on the ground, blowing it all over his face and mouth.

At this moment, he finally realized that this matter was not that simple.

"I knew that the snake was not an accident. Venomous snakes and car bombs are clearly two different methods. There are at least two killers. It's not just one person, but a group," Black Joe muttered to himself. He suddenly looked up and shouted to Leo, a white old man who opened the hood and was checking the engine:

"Leo, we have to go back immediately. There is more than one killer!"

"No, we can't go back!" Leo also shouted.

"why?"

"Because the engine is shot through, we have to call a car! This is my favorite car!"

……

"Well, that's what it is!"

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when Bourne, Black Joe, and the white old man Leo were sitting in Black Joe's villa again. Leo's SUV was towed back by Bourne with a tow truck borrowed from a car rental store.

However, during this period, black old Joe and white old man Leo did not do nothing. They made full use of their personal connections to inquire about the news of this wave of killers. Only then did Bourne know that the white old man Leo was actually a retired officer of the U.S. Navy and had deep connections in the Naval Investigative Bureau.

This time, it was because of his long-standing admiration for Capri Villa, a famous retirement resort in Los Angeles, that he came up with the idea of ​​buying it and becoming the boss. However, he was strongly opposed by the boss, Black Joe, which led to a series of competitions between the two.

However, the failed assassination attempt allowed the two old, playboys to join forces and quickly found some information.

The killer this time was indeed hired by Black Joe's enemy, or to be more precise, by the enemy's family.

More than 20 years ago, a drug lord from a small country in South America was sent to prison by the then undercover Black Joe and "died of illness" in prison. The drug lord's widow was a model, and after the drug lord's death, she married another drug lord.

Recently, the remarried model saw the advertisement shot by Black Joe for the villa on TV. She recognized Black Joe at a glance, the former second-in-command who should have died in the gang fight. In anger, she hired a killer to kill Black Joe.

So what to say?

It is true that if you don't remove the roots of the grass, it will grow again in the spring breeze!

The gang the widow belonged to was not very big, and she had little money to use, only tens of thousands of dollars, so the killers who took on the mission were just a bunch of passers-by. They were passing through Los Angeles to hunt down another group of people, and in order to earn some extra money, they took on the mission of killing Black Joe.

Perhaps in the eyes of this wave of killers, it would not be difficult to kill Black Joe, an old man who was enjoying his twilight years in a retirement resort.

Bourne also shook his head. He said, "You should be low-key. You are a retired agent but you insist on appearing on TV to shoot commercials. You should be high-profile. You are hiding in this resort for old men. People think you are really old. You deserve it."

Bourne curled his lips. His action was seen by Black Old Joe who was sitting opposite him. He immediately shouted:

"Hey, Bourne, what's that look in your eyes? Do you think I'm really old? A few small fry want to kill me? I'll kill them!"

Before Bourne could speak, old Bailio, who was sitting on the sofa, spoke up.

"No, Duke, these killers are not simple. They are scavengers formed by several companies. Their methods are very dirty. You'd better hide from them."

A scavenger is not a fish, nor is it a killer service staff who collects corpses and cleans up the scene, but a killer who specializes in removing killers.

As long as you are a company killer, no matter whether you are retired or not, no matter how powerful you are, as long as you are targeted by the company's scavengers, you will never have a good time. These scavengers are like hyenas. They may not be particularly powerful, but they are good at chasing and cooperating. People always get tired. As long as you show a little fatigue, that's when these hyenas will pounce on you and bite you.

"Leo, you just mentioned several companies joining forces?" Black Joe asked puzzledly.

You know, although there are big platforms such as the High Table, the Brotherhood, and the Dark Web for killers to take on missions, there are more small killer companies like the one Harry Fiennes and Ken are in. These small companies are based in a certain city, have a fixed sphere of influence, and of course have their own trained killers.

If the High Table, the Brotherhood, and the Dark Web are multinational corporations, then these small companies are like local forces. There is competition and opposition between them, and war will not easily break out between them. However, it is even more impossible for them to unite.

"Yes, that's right, it's a collaboration, and the reason is so outrageous that you can't even imagine it." Leo threw the information in his hand on the coffee table, exhaled a long breath, and leaned back on the sofa.

"What's the reason?" Hei Lao Qiao asked curiously.

Instead of answering him directly, Leo asked, "Duke, you know I'm from Montana, right? Do you know why I came to Los Angeles from Montana?"

Without waiting for Black Joe to answer, Leo said to himself, "Because I came here to avoid the scavengers in Montana."

Seeing that Bourne and Black Joe were looking at him with different eyes, Leo naturally knew what the two were thinking and said unhappily:

"What are you thinking? I've never been a killer. I'm talking about a few of my old friends, all of whom were 'employees' of a local company. They've been retired for many years, but were suddenly attacked by a group of young killers not long ago. Some of them were lucky enough to escape, while others were killed directly. These retired killers who were attacked have one thing in common, that is, they paid for pension insurance!"

"?" If Bourne had not been sure that he had traveled through time, he would have even doubted his own ears!