I'm a spy in the film

Under the background wall at the innermost part of the bank, the hostages squatted on the ground and shivered like quails.

In the hall, two kidnappers who looked like door gods intimidated the hostages. As if they had suddenly received an order, the black kidnapper wearing sunglasses stayed where he was to guard the hostages, while the other white kidnapper with gold teeth put his gun behind his back, took out a nylon rope used for trailers, and threw it over the beam.

What is this doing?

Before Bourne could figure it out, he saw the answer with his own eyes the next second:

A black woman in red clothes and leather pants was dropped in mid-air with a rope around her neck!

What the hell?

Who is that woman hanging from the rope?

Why didn't she have a bomb strapped to her body?

The woman's figure looked familiar. She looked very much like the black beauty who brought Stanley back from the Texas oil fields. Unfortunately, she was a little far away and her appearance could not be seen clearly.

Is this an internal conflict?

As Bourne was thinking, the situation in the bank changed again. The beautiful woman in red was strangled by the neck and hung in the air. She struggled for about a minute and was then let down. Then, she covered her chest and her body slowly fell to the ground, as if she had been shot.

Maybe this could fool ordinary people who haven't fired many shots, let alone been shot, but it definitely couldn't fool Bourne. That was definitely not the posture a person who had been shot and fell to the ground should have. Instead, it looked like the action performed by actors in TV and movies when they were shot.

Just look at the tight buttocks of the beauty in red. Who can keep their buttocks tight after being shot in the chest? Even Captain America can't do it!

There is definitely something fishy going on!

Bourne came to a conclusion in his mind, but did not speak aloud.

At this time, more than half of the twenty-five-minute deadline given by the kidnapper leader had passed, and no one knew how the police were prepared or whether they had any plans!

Should we just let this group of unknown kidnappers go?

Bourne was a little puzzled. On his way here, he also checked the information of the bank occupied by the kidnappers. This World Bank had a big name, but its cash storage was very small. If the kidnappers wanted to get rich by robbing the cash from this bank, they were wrong, because the main business of this bank was settlement!

They have the most expensive and secure network system in the Los Angeles banking industry, and their servers handle 40% of Los Angeles' financial computing tasks. This is why their branches are so close to Caltech, because this system was developed and maintained by Caltech!

Thinking of this, Bourne suddenly had an idea. Stanley seemed to have studied at Caltech when he was young. At that time, he showed a strong talent for hacking. And this bank happened to be famous for computers. This was definitely not a coincidence!

I just don't know what the robbers wanted to do with the bank's computers.

Despite thinking this, Bourne had no intention of speaking out his guess. He didn't believe that Inspector Roberts, who had more information, had been tracking this group for longer and had more experience, couldn't guess it. But since he had spoken out, what right did a kid from outside the area like him have to speak out?

Anyway, this is Los Angeles, not New York, it has nothing to do with me!

Bourne thought with great boredom.

But things changed again.

This time, everyone in the bank was mobilized.

Four kidnappers escorted more than 20 hostages with electric wires and bottles filled with small steel balls on to the modified bus. The long-haired kidnapper leader took out his phone as if no one was around, as if calling someone... Oh, it was Agent Roberts, who seemed to have become the kidnapper leader's spokesperson.

After hanging up the phone, Agent Roberts said expressionlessly to the remaining FBI agents and police officers in the room: "They are leaving."

Only then did Bourne realize that the aggressive deputy chief of the Los Angeles local police department was no longer at the scene. He must have gone to arrange a plane.

Agent Roberts waved his hand, signaling everyone to get on the police car, and followed the bus full of bombers, hostages and kidnappers, heading southwest towards Los Angeles International Airport.

Bourne did not follow because his attention was attracted by a "corpse" that was crawling quietly in the bank.

That’s right, it was the woman in red who was first hung up by the gangsters themselves and then shot in the chest by the gang leader. She should have been “dead”.

While everyone's attention was drawn to the huge convoy, she quietly got up from the ground and slipped towards the back door of the bank.

"Okay, let me see whether you are a human or a ghost!"

Bourne muttered to himself, and quickly walked around to the remote street where the back door of the bank was located. He hid behind a thick tree that looked quite old, took out the mobile phone provided by the bureau, and turned on the camera function.

I have to say that the bureau is really willing to spend money on the mobile phones it equips. This camera is more than 5 times clearer than the civilian mobile phone cameras on the market, and it also has an optical focus function, which can take very clear pictures of people.

Sure enough, just as Bourne entered the secret filming mode, he saw the back door of the bank slowly being pushed open a crack, and a woman in black flashed out.

"Click, click, click."

Bourne took several photos in succession and finally caught the woman's attention. She turned her head and found a hand holding a mobile phone stretched out from behind a big tree not far away, with the camera pointed in her direction. The intention of taking a secret photo was obvious.

Looking at the flash on the other person's phone, which represented the continuous taking of photos, a nameless fire suddenly rose in Jin Jier's heart, and the joy he had just felt because the plan was mostly successful disappeared.

No matter who you are, you've pissed me off!

Although he was furious, Jinjier's combat skills acquired from years of career as an agent allowed him to remain calm.

She quickly looked around. The environment here had been scouted countless times before they took action. The cameras on both sides of the street had been destroyed. There were no passers-by, reporters or police at this time. People were attracted to the street ahead.

Very good, I want to see who gave you the courage to come here alone to block me!

Ginger walked lightly with a wonderful rhythm, seemingly playfully, and quickly came to the big tree where Bourne was.

She flipped her palms and a pair of black silk gloves appeared on her hands. There were shiny spikes on the fingertips of the gloves. If such gloves were used to grab a person, they would definitely tear off a lot of skin and flesh.

However, before she could grab the hand holding the phone, the person behind the tree turned around and stood in front of her. He was a young man in his early twenties, tall and handsome. Most importantly, he was wearing a vest with the words FBI printed on his chest.

Oh no, it’s the FBI!

Jin Jier secretly said in his heart that it was a pity that he couldn't kill this guy. At this juncture, the death of an FBI agent would undoubtedly push things to an unknown point. So he should beat this guy up and let him know what the consequences of being blind in this world are!

Before Jin Jill could figure out how to beat the young FBI agent in front of her, the young man opposite smiled at her, showing his eight teeth.

Are you laughing now? It's too late. I'll beat you into a pig's head!

However, considering the other party's handsome appearance, Jin Jier reduced the force of grabbing the other party's wrist by 30%, but the speed was faster.

But before she could grab the phone in the other person's hand, Jin Jier suddenly felt a pain in her lower abdomen, and her body suddenly bent like a shrimp, and she flew backwards.

At this time, Bourne slowly retracted his right foot that he had just kicked out, and drew a circle on the ground with his toes. There was no other meaning, just to show off. Because when he was a child, there was an animation in which the protagonist would do this before and after kicking, which made him look like a hero.

Just now, after seeing his FBI vest, the black woman in red retracted her strength and changed the direction of attack. Although the movement was slight, it was watched carefully. This further confirmed Bourne's judgment: this woman was afraid to kill him because of her identity.

With this level of judgment, why not take your life while you are sick?

Bourne is not a horny idiot. Besides, although the other party is a beauty, she does not meet Bourne's aesthetic standards. Whether in his previous life or this life, black beauties are not in his basket!