I'm a spy in the film

"boom--"

There was a loud bang on a street near California Polytechnic University in Los Angeles.

More than 1500 steel balls shot out in all directions with the explosion point as the center, like flowers scattered from heaven, knocking down the police, firefighters, reporters and onlookers who were close to the street. The vehicles parked along the street were even more unlucky, as they were riddled with holes and completely scrapped.

For a moment, screams, cries for help, and sobs filled the air. The streets were flooded with blood, and it looked like hell had descended upon us.

When Bourne arrived at the scene, what he saw was this tragic scene of devastation.

"What's going on? Was it Stanley and his gang?"

Looking at the bloodstains on the ground that had not yet dried, he couldn't help but smack his lips inwardly.

Although he immediately took action after receiving a call from Agent Roberts and learning that Stanley and his accomplices had finally taken action and controlled a bank near California Institute of Technology, he was still late due to traffic jam, but he also avoided this indiscriminate bombing attack.

It seems that being too positive is not a good thing no matter when or where!

With the help of the FBI documents, Bourne quickly found the temporary command center for this case, which was a small shop selling teapots and kettles, diagonally opposite the bank where the incident occurred.

The dusty Agent JT Roberts was discussing something with several of his men, and Bourne learned what had happened from one of his colleagues with whom he had a brief conversation.

Half an hour ago, a group of people drove into the World Bank branch opposite, kidnapped and held 22 hostages. The leader of the kidnappers was a tall, square-faced white man who called himself Gablo Hill. He had a broad nose and thick lips.

He called the NYPD arrogantly and said that he controlled 22 hostages in the bank, tied 20 pounds of plastic bombs and 15 pounds of stainless steel balls (about 1500 balls) to them, and connected the bombs to electronic sensors. As long as the hostages left the bank too far or were exposed to electromagnetic interference, the bombs would be activated.

The previous explosion was caused by a hostage who was dragged out of the sensing area at the order of the local deputy police chief who did not believe in evil, resulting in heavy casualties!

"What do they want? Money? People? Is Stanley Giesen included?" Bourne asked quietly.

"Stanley Giesen is one of the kidnappers! He just came here to negotiate with the leader!" said the young agent. "They asked us to listen to them and not act rashly. They didn't mention anything else. But this is also strange. This bank doesn't have any large amounts of cash, precious metals, or bonds. I wonder what these people are going to do?"

Bourne had a question mark on his face.

Perhaps seeing Bourne's confusion, the young agent said a little embarrassedly: "I have been in charge of network security, and I don't know much about other things. Just now, when the kidnapper leader brought Stanley to negotiate with Agent Roberts, he kept talking about performing arts and magic, or intimidating and threatening. He was very arrogant. We all thought he was bluffing, but who knew..."

He spread his hands and said, "Now everyone understands that the other party is indeed fearless!"

Before Bourne could figure out what was going on, Agent Roberts' phone rang. He turned it on loudly, and an extremely arrogant voice almost burst out of the microphone. The sound was so loud that it almost shook the ceiling and made dust fall off: "This is your fault!"

Agent Roberts angrily retorted, "No, it's your fault, you crazy man!"

He was about to rush out of the house angrily, but was grabbed by several of his agents.

Bourne suspected that the person on the other end of the line didn't hear what Agent Roberts was saying, because he spoke very quickly and forcefully. He only heard him yell, "How many more people do you want to kill? I want you to get the plane to the airport in 25 minutes!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for a reply.

My goodness, are the robbers so arrogant nowadays?

I knew it was a robber, but I thought it was the president! Even this president is known as a people-friendly person, not so crazy.

Bourne was shocked in his heart, but looking at the streets that looked like they had been bombed by aerial bombs, it was not difficult to understand that having such a group of hostages who were like walking mines in hand, and in a crowded area like the California Institute of Technology, undoubtedly meant that they had a powerful weapon in their hands. It was natural for them to be so arrogant!

However, what is the other party's purpose?

Bourne's eyes darted around, and suddenly his sight fell on a gray bus not far from the bank gate opposite. Although the bus was painted in various colors, as an experienced driver, Bourne could tell at a glance that the bus had been modified, or at least reinforced, and this reinforcement method did not seem to be anti-collision, but rather like...

Bourne didn't dare to think too much. He quickly looked at Agent Roberts, who was angrily saying to the deputy sheriff who had made the mistake: "He will be on the plane in 25 minutes. I suggest you do as he says."

After saying that, Roberts walked towards the inner room without looking back. He really was not in the mood to look at the innocent wounded on the street.

Bourne took the opportunity to catch up and called him: "Agent Roberts, I'm Bourne from New York. I have some information to report to you. Are you free?"

Agent Roberts turned his head with some confusion, looked at Bourne's serious face, hesitated, nodded and said, "Okay, come in with me."

After entering the inner room and closing the door, Bourne did not wait for Agent Roberts to ask questions and said directly: "I have an informant who was hired by this group of people to teach driving skills. He said that in addition to driving small vehicles, this group of people have also been specially trained to drive small helicopters and buses. In addition..."

Bourne hesitated.

"What else?" Roberts asked, frowning.

"Also, did you notice, Agent? The bus outside the bank has been modified. The modification doesn't seem to be for anti-collision, but for the reinforcement of the entire ring beam!"

"what?"

Agent Roberts stood up suddenly, walked quickly to the window and looked out. The large bus parked outside the bank opposite did look a bit strange. Upon closer inspection...

What Bourne didn't see was that Agent Roberts' pupils suddenly contracted, but then slowly returned to normal.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and an agent poked his head in and shouted, "Sir, there's something going on!"

When Bourne followed Agent Roberts to the door, they saw a sudden commotion in the World Bank opposite. Stanley seemed to be struggling with two kidnappers. A little girl of seven or eight years old with a schoolbag on her back pushed open the glass door with all her strength and walked out without looking back.

Embarrassingly, due to the recent hostage bombing, no one knew whether there was a bomb in the little girl's schoolbag, so no one came forward to help the little girl.

After all, Stanley was not a professional mercenary, and was quickly subdued by the two kidnappers. He saw an armed gangster opening the glass door and was about to rush out to grab the little girl.

A figure rushed out from the police group, ran quickly across the street, picked up the little girl, pulled the schoolbag off her back and threw it far away to the bank door, then ran back to the police encirclement at an extremely fast speed.

The moment he put the little girl down, Bourne looked back and saw Stanley inside the glass door of the bank with his hands handcuffed behind his back and his face pressed against the glass window of the bank. His expression was painful, but his eyes were full of love when he looked at the little girl. The corner of his mouth showed a smile of relief.

Then, under the order of the deputy chief, a burly female police officer came forward and wanted to take the girl to a safe place. The girl looked at Bourne seriously, then silently took the policewoman's hand and left.

Just when everyone was feeling happy for the little girl, Bourne felt something was wrong. Bourne had seen this little girl through a photo. She was Stanley's daughter and the person Stanley cared about most in the world!

But, even for such an important person, Agent Roberts pretended not to know him? Did he really forget or did he just not want to tell?

Bourne was a little unsure for a moment, but when he thought about the note that Black Joe had someone bring him when he left the Palm Springs Hotel this morning, which read "The chess player has left the game, wait and see what happens", he silently made some guesses in his heart.

At this time, he stood behind Agent Roberts. He neither revealed the identity of the little girl nor brought up the issue of bus modification in front of everyone. He silently acted as an invisible man.

However, as the little girl was taken away, the bank opposite returned to normal, and the police and FBI here began to return to their posts one after another. Only Bourne was still standing at the door, looking towards the bank. With his 3.0 vision, he could vaguely see some scenes inside the bank opposite through the glass.