I'm a spy in the film

Detroit, at Jasmine's safe house.

Bourne closed the door, shrugged at Jasmine, the black woman sitting on the sofa, and said helplessly: "Sorry, I can't help you!"

Jasmine smiled bitterly: "I should have known this would happen. He's not the type to be easily convinced! But the result wasn't bad. I still saved him!"

The person the two were talking about was naturally Black Caesar Duncan.

Duncan went on a killing spree yesterday. Not only did he kill the assassin sent by his Damocles company on the spot, he also returned to the castle alone and personally chopped off the head of the then-president of the company, Little Bluth. At the same time, he took back his own pension, which was about six million dollars after deducting taxes.

It is said that when he fought his way back to the castle, none of the castle guards dared to attack him, and they all ran away.

The three "representatives" who had come to discuss the company's merger business watched Duncan do all this and did not dare to stop him.

Who would easily provoke a gold medal killer who is about to retire? Wouldn't it be better to let such a killer retire quietly?

By now, all major assassin companies and platforms knew that the old assassin company Damocles was destroyed by Duncan alone, so Detroit has been particularly quiet in the past two days.

Taking advantage of this calm period, Bourne not only saved Vivian and successfully recruited her to his team, but now he is also responsible for bringing Duncan and Jasmine together. However, it seems that the results are not good at the moment.

But this is not a big deal. How to arrange Vivian or Vivian is a big deal. Although Vivian said she knew what to do, as a "responsible" man, Bourne did not want to be a scumbag who "pull up his pants and deny his guilt", so he has been thinking about how to arrange Vivian and trouble Aunt Beth again? No, eggs cannot be put in one basket. There are already four of them, including Vanessa.

Alas, you only regret not having enough money when you need it.

"Hey, Bourne, are you listening to me?" Jasmine suddenly interrupted Bourne's trance and handed him a few photos. "Leo sent you a message asking you to return quickly. There was a gunfight on the streets of Los Angeles last night. Four cars suspected to be mercenaries were chasing a sports car on the highway, but they were killed by the other side."

When Bourne saw the face of the somewhat panicked man in the sports car in the photo, his expression became very surprised. The man in the photo was the person Bourne was tracking down in Los Angeles, Stanley Giesen.

"Isn't this guy a hacker? Why is he racing again?" Bourne muttered to himself, but he also knew that it was time for him to leave. Although this trip to Detroit was short, he gained a lot. Not only did he gain the friendship of the white old man Leo, the black woman Jasmine and the golden killer Duncan, he also gained a senior killer agent.

congratulations!

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When we returned to the Capri Resort Palm Springs Hotel in Los Angeles, it was already noon and the hotel provided lunch.

At this time, a piece of news was playing on TV: "In the Deschutes River Conservation Area in Bend, Oregon, forest rangers found the body of Senator James Reisman. According to the description of the forest ranger who found the body, Senator James was wearing fishing clothes and lying face down on a shallow beach in the Deschutes River. There was a fishing rod in the stream next to him. It is suspected that Senator James was killed while fishing in the stream here. Senator James is the chairman of the National Crime Commission..."

On TV, a photo of an old white man appeared in the upper right corner of the screen. Bourne didn't know that this old man was the boss behind Gabbro Hill, the company Stanley currently worked for.

Oh, the Anti-Criminal Committee? The chairman who was caught illegally fishing in a fish nursery and was killed by criminals?

This is such an ironic American joke!

Bourne sneered, quickly finished his lunch, and was about to wipe his mouth when he received a call from an unexpected person.

"Bourne, you're in Los Angeles?" A young woman's voice came from the other end of the phone. Although he had only met her briefly a few times, Bourne quickly remembered the identity of the owner of the voice, a good friend of Taxi Queen Bell, the young female locksmith with excellent driving skills.

"You are the locksmith..." Bourne was suddenly speechless when the words came to his lips, because he realized that he did not know the other person's name. The last time he asked him to open his lock and race his car, both parties only exchanged a few simple words and did not leave each other contact information.

"Yes, I'm Stasha. I helped you open the lock last time." The other party took over the conversation and introduced herself.

"Hello, Stasha, I'm in Los Angeles, what can I do for you?"

"Are you ready to talk now?"

"Hold on!"

Bourne walked out of the hotel and came to the promenade behind the hotel which was convenient for tourists to take a walk. There was no one here except him at this time.

"You say it."

"Bourne, can I trust you?"

"As long as it doesn't violate basic human ethics, you can trust me!"

"I have a friend in Los Angeles who was shot, but he can't go to the hospital. I have contacted a reliable doctor. Can you help get him to the doctor?"

Bourne frowned. "What case is your friend involved in?"

"No, he is a racing trainer. Someone hired him to train a group of drivers. But the day before yesterday, his base was attacked and he was hit by a stray bullet."

"It's been two days since he was shot? Then he should go to the hospital instead of looking for a private doctor!"

"No!" Stasha on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment, then explained: "The people who hired my friend are not easy to deal with. They have official backgrounds. If we go to the hospital, they will find out. My friend has already taught everyone he can, and he doesn't want to deal with those people anymore!"

After a pause, Stasha continued, "Come on, Bourne, I don't know many people in Los Angeles. This friend is very important to me. I assure you with my profession that he is not a bad person!"

For some people, a career is like a belief and a lifelong hope. Although Bourne didn't understand how much Stasa valued her career, he could hear her persistence from her tone.

"Okay, send me the address. I happen to be free right now."

Although he agreed verbally, Bourne still decided to wait until he got to the place and observe the situation before deciding whether to save him or not.

Soon, the address was sent over, it was in the city center.

This is West Hollywood, one of the most prosperous places in Los Angeles. Unlike other places, most of the places here are private estates of the rich. It is a quiet and convenient place to practice driving. No wonder the people who hired Stasha's friend chose the address here.

But the people who live here are either rich or noble, it seems that they have a great background...

The meeting place was a small street nearby. Bourne drove slowly on the road. When passing a store, the right door of the car was suddenly opened. Through the rearview mirror, he saw a familiar bald man rushing up and falling on the back seat without moving.

After seeing the appearance of Stasha's friend, Bourne's eyelids twitched violently.

Because this bald guy has a face that looks very similar to that of Jason Statham. Even Bourne, who didn't watch many movies in his previous life, knew that he had accidentally entered a movie again. Even if this Mr. Jason Statham is not the protagonist, he is an important supporting role, which means - trouble!

What Bourne fears most now is trouble!

Fortunately, in Bourne's impression, the characters played by this actor are tough, funny, but rarely negative. Even if he is a thief agent, he is a "righteous thief", which undoubtedly ensures the justice of Bourne's trip to a certain extent, so that he will not be implicated in any anti-government and anti-human cases.