I'm a spy in the film

Detroit, Michigan.

It was already evening when Bourne arrived at this car city that no longer had its glory days. There was a drizzle in the sky, and the dim street lights made the city look even more dilapidated and decayed.

The dim and dark slums, the bright and colorful rich areas, the speeding gangs driving their cars on the road, the hooded drug dealers sneaking around the streets...

This city is simply a real-life replica of Gotham!

Strangers who come here will be devoured without leaving a trace.

Fortunately, the contact person Leo provided was located in the suburbs. Compared with the previous trip across half the city, Bourne felt that this place was simply another world. The security and environment were completely different.

"Hi, I'm Bourne."

After the secret code was exchanged, the door opened and a black woman in her thirties wearing a black leather jacket appeared in front of Bourne. She had a nice voice.

"You can call me Jasmine. Come in."

As soon as Bourne sat down on the sofa and opened the information on the coffee table, Jasmine eagerly introduced the situation:

"Black Caesar was captured last night. I just got the news. Because Little Bulut will return to his castle tonight, Black Caesar must be imprisoned there as well."

Wait, this is a lot of information, and Bourne is confused.

When he came, Black Joe handed over the address and code of the contact person to him, and told him to listen to the contact person and judge the danger level of the mission by himself before deciding whether to complete the mission. However, it is difficult for outsiders to obtain the internal information of these assassin companies, and it is also difficult to judge the authenticity of the information. This made Bourne think about establishing his own information channel, especially after seeing the contact person take out such detailed information, this determination became more firm.

But, from what the contact person Jasmine said, she wanted him to save this Black Caesar?

Who is Black Caesar?

Black Caesar is Uncle Ba.

The name he registered with the company was Duncan Vizsla, and his nickname on the street was Black Caesar. Just by hearing this name, you can tell how powerful this assassin brother is. It can be said that Black Caesar Duncan has at least one-third of the credit for the Damocles, his assassin company, to have the prestige it has today.

"but……"

"But what?" asked the black woman Jasmine.

"He's so powerful, how did he get caught?"

"It was that bitch Vivian. She bribed every old friend Duncan knew. Duncan was caught off guard and was knocked down."

Bourne frowned. "But the information you gave me said that Duncan had participated in military experiments before. His body is different from that of ordinary people. His physical fitness and recovery ability are amazing. How could he be knocked down so easily?"

"Because that drug is a new type of drug from the Golden Circle. For ordinary people, it is just an addictive drug. But for someone like Duncan who is stronger than ordinary people, this drug will amplify a certain mechanism in the body, making his body out of control for a certain period of time."

The Golden Circle is a drug trafficking group that is active around the world. It is said that its founder and leader have always been women. This drug trafficking group is best at developing various new drugs. The most commendable thing is that their channels for transporting "goods" are very safe. If the goods are lost during transportation, the buyer only needs to pay a small amount of money to enjoy the "compensation" service.

"Okay, Ms. Jasmine, what do you want me to do? What kind of help can I provide?" Bourne finally finished reading the information and looked at the black woman sitting opposite him who had been staring at him for a long time.

"I want you to rescue her!"

"she?"

"Yes. Her!"

Jasmine smiled sadly: "I waited for him for ten years, but I didn't expect him to fall into a trap for a girl he had known for less than a week."

Then she looked at Bourne. "You can see that he knew it was a trap, but he stepped into it anyway. Because in Three Oaks, Montana, his female neighbor was captured by Little Blue's assassination squad. Duncan knew that Little Blue had deep ties with the Detroit Bear Gang, and was afraid that the girl would be sent to the gang to be executed instead of being imprisoned at the company's headquarters, so he deliberately got captured and lured Little Blue to bring the girl to the castle. This was his plan."

"Excuse me, Ms. Jasmine, if that's the case, you are very confident that Mr. Duncan can escape on his own, so why do you want me to save him?" Bourne was a little confused.

The black woman looked at Bourne for a long time before she spoke: "Because I know that the experiment he participated in caused great harm to his body. If he is seriously injured this time, he may not be able to recover like before. I have a great responsibility for the reason why he participated in the experiment. I want to save him! Do you understand?"

Ok!

Bourne immediately conceived an epic love story of a couple of different ages with a lingering love-hate relationship in his mind. The protagonists were naturally the black woman in front of him and the black Caesar Duncan who looked very similar to Uncle Ba.

"You come with me!"

The black woman, Jasmine, stood up, walked into the bedroom and opened an invisible door, revealing a staircase. There was actually a basement under the house.

When Bourne turned on the lights in the basement, he discovered that the basement was actually a small arsenal with all kinds of firearms. Finally, on the innermost shelf, Bourne found a remote-controlled Gatling gun.

This Gatling machine has a pair of remote-controlled laser gloves. When the entire Gatling machine is powered on, the fingers of the glove can emit green laser guidance light. Wherever the light points, it will be the place where the Gatling machine will attack.

This thing is really a deadly weapon for ambushing people!

Bourne sighed inwardly.

That's good, but it's not enough.

"Don't worry, I have a plan!" Seeing that Bourne was very satisfied with the weapon, Black Sister Jasmine finally smiled, "I won't let you take too much risk. If I wasn't so bad at it, I wouldn't ask Leo for help!"

The black woman Jasmine unfolded a building plan on a large workbench in the middle of the basement and said, "This is the architectural plan of Little Blute Castle. Duncan is imprisoned here. My plan is..."

An hour later, Byrne was alone near an exclusive castle in Bloomfield Hills.

The castle covers an area of ​​about one and a half acres and has a Gothic-style pointed spire. The castle is brightly lit and there is a patrol team of no less than 10 people outside the castle, patrolling non-stop.

Bourne did not act rashly. He was waiting for the opportunity that Jasmine mentioned.

This wait lasted for more than an hour, and finally at around one o'clock in the morning, a convoy of three cars rushed out of the castle's underground garage, drove onto the main road, and drove out.

Bourne still did not move. Through the telescope, he could clearly see that after the convoy left, the morale of the patrol team had obviously slackened. Some were smoking, some were chatting in groups of two or three, and two guys whose badges were obviously different from the others actually turned around and walked into the castle. Through the window, he could see that the two of them were drinking coffee in the house.

With such quality, how did this company recruit a top assassin like Black Caesar? Bourne secretly complained.

However, even though he was complaining, he did not delay. Taking advantage of the fact that the patrol team was temporarily concentrated at the front door, Bourne took advantage of the cover of night and the tall trees surrounding the castle and quietly came to a corner on the side of the castle.

Bourne bent down and groped on the ground.

Finally, he found a pull ring and pulled it hard, and a square hole appeared in front of him. Bourne took out a lifting rope, stuck it in the hole, and followed the rope into the cave.