I'm a spy in the film

Northern Virginia, 6:58 p.m.

An AC130 heavy transport plane that was flying low along the Potomac River to avoid radar was discovered as soon as it entered Washington's no-fly zone.

Andrews Air Force Base immediately dispatched two F22 Raptor Eaptors to intercept and drive away the AC130, but just as the three aircraft were flying side by side, the modified side doors on both sides of the AC130 opened, and four 20mm rolling air-cooled electronically fired M61 Vulcan aviation machine guns extended from both sides, firing at the two Raptors at a rate of 6000 rounds per second.

The pilot of one Raptor ejected after making an emergency report of the situation, while the other was hit in the fuel tank and exploded into a brilliant firework in the air.

After doing all this, the AC130 had arrived above the Constitution Park where Bourne had strolled in the morning, and spit out flames like the scythe of the Grim Reaper at the leisurely crowd on the square. The ammunition chain composed of M50 standard ammunition plowed two long scars of flesh and blood on the street that was originally full of laughter and joy.

Moreover, this long scar of blood and flesh is still extending towards the White House!

At the same time that the two Raptors were shot down, the air defense sirens had been sounded in Washington, DC, and the radios on the main streets were broadcasting at the top of their voices: Attention all units, emergency 999. I repeat, attention all units, emergency 999.

The White House that Banning ran to was also ready for defense. On the lawn, MPDs from the Metropolitan Police Department were busy evacuating tourists visiting the White House. The security team affiliated with the Secret Service had taken out HK416 assault rifles and began to deploy defenses around the White House. The sniper team went up to the rooftop, pointing their Remington 700PSS sniper rifles at the sky, ready to kill anyone who dared to invade the White House.

"Buzzing."

The AC130, carrying the sound of death, rushed straight towards the White House. The originally orderly traffic order on the ground had now become chaotic, with stalled cars and people running around like headless flies everywhere.

Of course, there were also heroic MPD and SWAT officers who fired blindly into the air with their weapons, but their counterattacks were in vain, and only added a few more souls to the deaths from the M50 standard ammunition.

The real threat to the AC130 is the Raytheon quad-mounted RIM-7 Sea Sparrow air defense towers rising on the terraces on the left and right sides of the White House. This air defense facility can launch 204mm semi-active radar anti-ship missiles, but it was also intercepted by the high-density infrared jamming bombs and chaff decoy bombs released by the ALE130 airborne advanced countermeasures dispersion system equipped on the AC47.

Instead, the snipers in the sky and the Secret Service guards around the White House were hit twice by the AC130's Vulcan cannon, resulting in heavy casualties.

This tragic scene was seen by Banning who was running. The weapon he wanted most now was an anti-aircraft missile. But where could he find an anti-aircraft missile on the street? There was not even an RPG. How could he blow up the AC130?

and many more……

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Banning's mind: "If it was that kid's fireball, maybe, or possibly, the only one who can effectively fight back now is probably that kid!"

Banning ran towards the restaurant they had agreed to meet at with his legs as fast as the wind, while making up his mind in his heart.

At the same time, Bourne followed the crowd, walked onto the street, and looked up at the sky.

The United States in this world has not experienced the tragic events of 911/, so the streets are full of people who are eager to watch the fun.

Unlike these onlookers, Bourne felt vaguely uneasy at the moment, but the threat warning in his mind was not strong, which meant that it was just dangerous but not life-threatening. What happened?

I opened my phone, but there was no news alert until -

"Bourne, follow me!"

Looking up, it was Banning. He looked anxious at the moment and was waving desperately at this side at the other end of the crowd.

Relying on strength and physique that is twice that of an ordinary person, Bourne successfully squeezed through the crowd and came to the corner of an alley where Banning was.

"Something's wrong, follow me!"

Banning didn't waste any time and ran in one direction along the alley with Bourne.

"What do you need me to do?"

Bourne didn't ask what happened. It must be no small matter to make Banning run out of the office to find him like this. But is there anything that Banning can't do but only he can do?

Thinking about this question, Bourne followed Banning to the roof of a 7-story building.

Looking into the distance, Bourne realized that this place was very close to the White House, only a few hundred meters away in a straight line, and this building had seven floors, which made it stand out among the five- or six-story buildings around the White House.

The field of vision was wide, so Bourne quickly noticed the AC130 circling around the White House and spewing flames.

"What is this? A terrorist attack? No one said there would be an attack on the White House on 911/911. Is / really going to happen?"

Seeing that the building he was in was right on the path of the AC130, and that the plane that symbolized the roar of death was approaching step by step, Bourne quickly rolled over and hid behind a pile of concrete platforms in the middle of the roof.

"Uncle Banning, get out of here, there's an air raid!"

"Yes, that's it, kill it, Bourne!"

Banning hid behind another "concave" cement stone platform and shouted from Bourne.

"What? Take it out, that plane? Me?" Bourne looked confused. "What am I going to do with it?"

"Fireball, your fireball!"

"No, I can't let it out, because..."

"It's okay, take this!"

As he spoke, Banning took something off his neck and threw it towards Bourne.

This is--

When he opened his palm, he saw an animal claw-like object made into a necklace with a thin rope, and there was a faint strange energy fluctuation coming from it.

"how to use?"

Just as Bourne had this thought in his mind, he heard Banning shouting, "Quick, the enemy planes are coming soon, cut your palm and smear the blood on it!"

However, before Bourne could make any move, a fascinating aura emanated from the necklace, as if to envelope Bourne.

Subconsciously, the skill Gate of Wonders was activated, and a powerful suction force was like a whale sucking water. In a moment, the momentum was completely absorbed. Faintly, Bourne seemed to hear a miserable sound - a cat's meow?

Illusion?

But Bourne didn't care about all this now, because he felt a thin veil of mist rising from his body, isolating him from the world. Under the cover of the veil, various elements in his body became lively, as if the shackles that had been trapping him and preventing him from releasing magic were suddenly opened.

Is it so magical? What is this?

There was no time to think too much. The huge roar of the AC130 medium transport plane was getting closer and closer, mixed with faint cries and howls.

Thinking that this AC130 was slaughtering unarmed innocent people, Bourne's anger gradually rose in his heart and turned into tangible energy that gathered in the palm of his right hand, and a small yellow flame appeared.

And soon, it grew into a fireball the size of an orange.

The difference from the last time at the Skim base was that this time the fireball exuded a terrifying pressure. Although it still seemed to have no temperature, the air around the fireball was slightly distorted.

The fireball is changing the surroundings!

Without time to think, just like last time, Bourne extended his thoughts to the fireball. The fireball seemed to suddenly have a sense of space and a soul of its own. As Bourne made a throwing motion, it shot straight towards the oncoming AC130.

The speed is getting faster and the size is getting bigger.

It soon grew into a giant fireball with a diameter of two or three meters, and its speed was close to the speed of sound. Its posture seemed to have the agility of a cat.

It's an illusion, it must be an illusion. It's clearly a fireball, how can it look like a civet cat catching a mouse?

It must be an illusion!

Bourne hid behind a cement platform. Although he did not see it with his own eyes, the flight trajectory of the fireball and the surrounding environment were clearly visible in his mind.

The two pilots on the AC130 had a different feeling at this time.

After all, they had just carried out an inhumane massacre in the capital of the world's number one superpower, the United States. Such an unprecedented feat made them as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Just as they were preparing to circle the White House and repeat the massacre, a bright spot rose from the roof of a small building opposite and rushed towards them. The bright spot became bigger and bigger, and they only then realized that it was actually a fireball.

However, before they could even scream, the fireball had already hit the nose of the AC130. White flames instantly engulfed the cockpit, and the two pilots were burned to ashes without a sound. The entire transport plane also exploded violently in the air, turning into countless fragments and sparks, which were scattered in the air and then fell to the ground!

This heavy transport plane, which wreaked havoc in the sky over Washington for ten minutes and shot down two F22 Raptor Eaptor fighter jets and dozens of Secret Service agents from the White House, was finally shot down!

Not by a missile, but by a fireball!

No one would believe such a thing if you told them. If Banning hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

But he was the first to come to his senses and shouted over here: "Well done, Bourne, you are really BURN, we still have to--"

His words were suddenly interrupted before he could finish them, because he saw that the claw on the necklace in Bourne's left hand had turned into a handful of ashes, which were blown away by the wind and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"My family heirloom!"

Banning was extremely heartbroken, but this was not the time to be sad. After all, this heirloom of his had been passed down for generations and had not shown much magic. It was just a commemoration given to him by his father, and using it here was exactly what it deserved.

"Don't worry about that. Follow me to the White House. There must be heavy casualties there. Let's go and rescue them!"