I'm a spy in the film

When Bourne put his feet firmly on the ground, he had time to observe the situation in the room.

This is a small room of ten square meters, but the ceiling is at least five meters high. There is nothing in the room, and if it weren't for the rope hanging when coming down, ordinary people would not be able to get out.

The door of the room was an old iron gate with a rusty lock, but that didn't bother Bourne.

The iron gate was gently pushed open a crack, and a small puppet squeezed out from the gap and disappeared silently into the dark corridor.

That's right, it was Notan. The reason why Bourne was willing to take on this task was largely because he had Notan to rely on. Although Notan usually looked like he had insufficient energy, didn't move, didn't talk, and didn't care, as long as there was something important and Bourne explained the reason, Notan would still actively cooperate.

Bourne, who had seen the entire castle's architectural drawings, knew that the castle's basement was not too large. Sure enough, in less than ten minutes, Bourne heard soft, rhythmic knocking sounds coming from the iron gate close to the ground.

Putting Notan on his shoulder, Notan's small hand pressed on Bourne's temple. Suddenly, two pictures appeared in Bourne's mind.

The first scene is taken from the ground, where two fully armed security guards are dozing off against a pillar. Next to them is a high-end security door embedded in the wall. There is a palm-sized hole at the bottom of the door and at a height of one person, which can be pulled open.

The perspective of the second picture is that of a normal human being, and it should be the memory picture that Notan extracted from a sleeping jailer.

In the middle of the cell, which was about thirty square meters in size, there was a white man with gray hair hanging. His upper body was naked, and his chest and abdomen were covered with wounds as big as a baby's.

In front of him stood a short and fat man in a bright yellow suit. The fat man was holding a very common paper cutter in his hand. On the floor between the two of them, there were paper cutters with broken blades scattered all over the place.

Although the lighting was dim and due to the viewing angle, the hanged man's face was mostly blocked by the fat man in the yellow suit, but the shocking wounds on his body could still be seen clearly. The most important thing was that there was a long triangular scar under the left rib of the hanged man, which allowed Bourne to confirm the identity of the hanged man, who was the person he came to rescue this time - Black Caesar Duncan.

Then, Bourne noticed a detail in the second picture. Standing not far from the short and fat man was a man in security uniform with a playful expression on his face and a bunch of keys in his hand. This man was one of the guards dozing off at the door in the first picture.

"Well, that's easy," Bourne muttered to himself.

According to Jasmine, the company's assassination team suffered heavy losses when they were hunting down Duncan. Currently, most of the killers in the castle have been sent to eliminate the old killers who are about to retire. This is the most empty time.

Following the map in his mind, Bourne ran quickly along the dim corridor and headed straight for the cell where Duncan was held.

Duncan Vizsla, who was in the cell at the time, didn't know that someone was coming to save him. But he was not the kind of person who would sit there and wait for death, even though his upper body was covered with wounds and blood formed a small pool at his feet.

If an ordinary person lost so much blood, he would have been finished long ago. However, it was different for Duncan. After a day and a night, the toxins in his body had long been discharged through the blood. The reason why the wound was so terrible was because he suppressed his recovery speed. Otherwise, he would never have lost so much blood.

"Two more days."

Duncan thought silently in his heart, Bluth must want to kill me the day before his retirement to prove the success of his plan, so tomorrow I must provoke him, and it would be best if I could bring Camille here, that would be the best.

However, he looked at the pool of blood at his feet with some concern, knowing that his body was not as good as before. If it were in the past, he would have rushed into the castle alone to teach these guys a lesson. Why would he use such a self-torture tactic? I hope this is the last time, after all, he is overdrawing his own vitality!

At this moment, two soft noises suddenly came from outside the door. Duncan could hear that it was the sound of a body falling to the ground.

He immediately understood that someone had come to rescue him, but "Who could it be?"

The next moment, the door opened, and a guy in black tactical uniform and a black hood appeared at the door. Behind him, two guards lay on the ground motionless as if they were asleep.

The black hooded figure strode towards him and quickly freed him from the shackles.

"Who sent you?" Duncan asked weakly, his arm supported by the hooded man in black.

"Jasmine".

Bourne gave the answer, and he had no doubt that if he answered wrongly, the seriously injured man he was supporting, who seemed to be covered in blood, would use the arm he had placed on his shoulders to break his neck in the next second.

Sure enough, when he heard Jasmine's name, Duncan stopped, stood up, and pulled his arm away from Bourne's shoulder:

"You shouldn't have come. I can handle it."

As he spoke, in front of Bourne, he touched the wounds on his body that were as big as baby cuts, pulled out broken blades from them, and threw them on the ground with crisp sounds.

Bourne spread his hands. "I'm sorry, Miss Jasmine said that this shouldn't have happened, but she couldn't do anything about it. But fortunately, she has found out where Miss Camille is. She has already negotiated a price with the bear people. She is safe. She will be released when this is over."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bourne felt a frightening aura rising from Duncan. At the same time, the other party's sharp eyes shot straight at him through the messy bangs on his forehead!

Sure enough, what Jasmine said was right. Miss Camille really became the Achilles' heel of Black Caesar. Alas, can Black Caesar still be Caesar with weaknesses and fetters?

After silently mourning for the wounded old man in front of him for three milliseconds, Bourne continued without hesitation: "Miss Jasmine also said that she knew you must be worried, so she asked me to rescue you and send you to a safe place, and then go directly to Mao Xiong to pick you up. But, you know, as long as we leave, our whereabouts will definitely be exposed, so..."

At some point, Duncan regained his indifferent expression. He squinted his eyes, looked at the door, and said:

"No need to go through so much trouble. Just go pick him up now and don't make any noise. I still have some unsettled accounts to settle here!"

Having said that, without caring about Bourne, he walked straight to the door of the cell, picked up the guard's gun from the ground, and without wearing shoes, walked forward along the passage in the basement barefoot, leaving bloody footprints with every step. After a while, he heard exclamations and gunshots, as well as shrill screams!

"Well, I, Bourne, am willing to call you a man!"

Bourne has always admired such real men who dare to fight their way out of the prison alone, but he also has his mission, which is to come quietly, leave quietly, wave his sleeves, and leave without taking away a cloud.

"He's an old killer, he should remember to destroy the surveillance video, right? If not, it doesn't matter, since he hasn't revealed anything anyway!"

As Bourne climbed up along the rope he had left in the original room, he was still silently reviewing today's actions:

Today's action is very simple. First of all, it is certain that there must be a traitor in Jasmine's company, and it must be a high-ranking traitor, otherwise it is impossible to explain the source of these detailed architectural drawings. This is not the architectural drawings of an ordinary house, but the architectural drawings of the lair of a killer company that has been passed down for generations and has a history of hundreds of years. It is so detailed and accurate. How can you say that there is no traitor in the company? Who can believe it!

With an insider providing intelligence and cover-up, things become simple. The difficulty lies in how to quickly knock down the two guards without making any noise. This may seem difficult to others, but for Bourne, it is not too difficult, because when Notan extracts other people's shallow memories, the other party will fall into a state of being high and forgetting themselves, and their perception of the outside world will be greatly reduced, which gives Bourne an opportunity to take advantage of.

"However, today's mission is somewhat strange. It seems that everyone is just watching Duncan with a cold eye and has no strong hatred towards him. Only the short and fat killer boss who appeared in the guard's memory fragment showed his true feelings. His hatred towards Duncan was real!"

Bourne sighed and started the car. The lights in the castle behind him went out one by one silently, as if being stared at by some terrifying thing, dead silence!