I'm a spy in the film

Half an hour later, in the abandoned factory area in the northeast corner of Queens, New York.

A black van drove into the empty and dilapidated factory, and two people wearing black and white masks, gray hoodies, and the standard attire of members of the Skim organization got out of the cab.

They opened the trunk and found a body bag containing a corpse.

"Huh, it's finally over. I can finally continue watching The Walking Dead tonight. This guy doesn't look very tall in the video, so why is it so hard to drag him?" exclaimed a man while dragging the corpse.

"The camera was filming from a high altitude, so of course it looks a little low. If you watched more programs like 'David Teaches Me How to Take Photography', you wouldn't have this problem!" another person stopped and joked.

The man watching the drama also let go of his hand and retorted: "So what if it's tall? It's still in the bag and will be sent to Doctor Jackal later!"

Just as they were about to continue arguing, two gunshots rang out, blood burst out from the two men's heads, and their bodies fell to the ground.

In the car, the zipper of the body bag was opened from the inside, two guns were raised high, and the 'corpse' sat up by itself!

It's Bourne with Miles' appearance!

He was now wearing jeans and a plaid robe. The two Glocks that were originally fixed on Miles' hands were held in his hands. Under the white blood-stained T-shirt, the black Kevlar fiber bulletproof vest was faintly visible. It was exactly like Miles, if his legs were not so long.

After pressing the button on the wall, Scarlett, who was driving the car, was let in. The two stood inside the factory's big iron gate and discussed their next move.

"No plan, just rush in and kill anyone who comes."

Unexpectedly, Captain Scarlett's style of action was so unrestrained, which made Bourne, who was used to planning before taking action, a little uncomfortable.

"A bunch of weaklings, what kind of battle plan do you want?" Scarlett said disdainfully:

"I've seen your record of actions. Those people are not a big threat to you. You'd better do a good job. The success of your action this time will directly determine your future position in the new department and the resources provided to you. So, work hard, kid!"

There was one thing Scarlett didn't tell Bourne. This was not only a test for Bourne, but also a test for her promotion to major. That's why she followed Bourne in case this guy made any mistakes.

Because, according to the report by the woman from Lewinster, Bourne possessed the attributes of fire and holy light. He was a definite target for key cultivation and must not fail in a small organization like Skim.

While the two were talking, the factory's big iron door suddenly opened from the inside. A small thug wearing a black mask leaned half of his body out and looked at the two people at the door in surprise. "What the hell, what are you doing here?"

Before he could finish his words, Bourne subconsciously shot him, and the guy fell on his back.

"Okay, showtime!" Scarlett kicked the door open and Bourne had to rush in.

The gunshots just now have alarmed the members of the Skim organization inside the factory. They rushed downstairs with weapons in hand, determined to wipe out the enemies who dared to invade the base.

But Bourne and Scarlett advanced too fast, and the five or six members of the organization who rushed down earlier were killed at the first sight.

The rest were either shot in the head by Bourne as soon as they stuck their heads out, or shot in the leg and then in the chest by Scarlett with a UCP camouflage AR-15 as they were going down the stairs.

In short, the two of them cooperated well, just like chopping melons and vegetables, killing all the guys who dared to appear in front of them.

Of course, there were also some clever ones. For example, at this moment, a small leader with a flower mask ran into a long and dark corridor in a panic, shouting in fear as he ran; "Boss, it's Nichols and Miles, they're coming in!"

At the end of the corridor, Victor, with tattoos all over his head and face, was giving various operating commands to a row of programmers in front of the monitor. Hearing the disturbing shouting getting closer, he turned around impatiently and scolded:

"Tell me what this is for? Are the Suicide Squad just eating for free?"

"I can't call them!" The little leader felt very wronged.

"why?"

"They are all dead!" the little leader was terrified.

"They just disappeared like that?"

A trace of panic appeared on Victor's originally calm face. "Switch all surveillance sources to the surveillance cameras immediately, now!"

As the images on a dozen monitors switched, everyone present, including Victor, showed an expression that said, "I am not dreaming."

Almost at the same time, on Skim's live broadcast platform, the massacre scene of Bourne and Scarlett was also noticed by the general audience after a one-minute delay.

However, unlike Victor's anger and frustration, the spectators were very excited. No matter who died, as long as the scene was good, they would like to watch it.

In this respect, the members of the Skim organization are no different from the previous victims.

"I'm going to curse, this is simply..." Victor was furious and turned to the man and woman who had been following him.

"Effie, Dan, do your job, take them down! Miles and Nichols, they must die!"

The muscular Nordic man with a Mohawk and the black woman with two lip rings on her lower lip took the order and left.

At this time, at a corner, Bourne and Scarlett killed the last two minions hiding there, and the factory became quiet.

Walking to a position blocked by a steel column and the camera could not take pictures, Scarlett pressed the right side of her nose, and the Molar microphone located on her upper molars began to work.

"All 57 people on the first floor eliminated. Got it.

Two cyborgs on the second floor? Okay, I'll leave that to Miles.

Victor has booked a small helicopter on the roof? Okay, please hold off for a minute, we'll get it done on time!"

"Come on, I found the stairs to the second floor!" Bourne's voice came from a distance, and Scarlett's face changed.

She didn't bother to report the progress of the mission to her colleagues who were monitoring the situation, and hurried after Bourne: "Oh no, I haven't told him about Victor's private hiring team yet. I hope this guy doesn't rush too fast!"

But Bourne had already come into a fight with a black girl wearing a leather skirt and a leather tube top, or rather, the black girl was suppressing Bourne with unilateral firepower, using two black PVD-coated Acheson AA-12 automatic shotguns to chase Bourne around.

"Would you please stop hiding, you coward?"

The black woman laughed and followed Bourne at a leisurely pace, but the bullet in her gun kept shooting at Bourne's butt, leaving Bourne no chance to even turn around and shoot.

"Damn it, those two guns of hers must weigh thirty pounds. This woman has been holding the guns for five minutes. Isn't she tired?"

As Bourne circled the factory, he secretly calculated the number of bullets in the black woman's gun. When she changed the bullets, it would be time for him to fight back. At the same time, he was also looking for Scarlett.

At this time, Scarlett also met her opponent, a man with tattoos and a Mohawk.

He suddenly appeared behind Scarlett and kicked her down the stairs.

Fortunately, the man with the flowery arms didn't have a gun, his only weapon was a dagger;

Unfortunately, this guy is a master of fighting, but Scarlett's strength is that she is good at operating various high-tech products and vehicles, and her shooting skills are also good.

As for fighting, it can be seen from the fact that she was beaten by Bourne that although she has received professional training, she is only at the level of bullying ordinary people. When facing professionals, she will be defeated everywhere.

In just less than a minute, Scarlett was in danger. If it weren't for her high IQ and her constant use of obstacles to avoid danger, she would have been injured long ago.

The two men were playing a game of cat and mouse when suddenly a body was thrown down from the upper level of the stairs and landed right between them.

It was the black woman, with a round bullet hole clearly visible on her forehead.

"Effie!"

The man with tattoos yelled furiously and turned to look up the stairs, but what greeted him was Bourne's gun and a bullet.

"boom!"

The tattooed man fell to the ground with his eyes open. Bourne's voice came from the stairs: "What are you doing? Why are you taking so long to do something that can be done with one shot? Come up quickly, Victor is going to run away!"

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Scarlett held the small hammer she had taken from the toolbox when she escaped, and her chest ached with anger.

"You bastard, if you hadn't run so fast and I hadn't been afraid that you would be in danger and someone would have attacked you while I was chasing you, would I have ended up like this? Not only are you not grateful, but now you're blaming me?!"