I'm a spy in the film

Two people appeared at the door, one was tall and wearing a mask, and the other was skinny with chicken skin and white hair.

"Put down your gun and come out. I'll give you a chance for a fair fight!"

The gangster, who was tall and looked like a strong man, said in a deep voice.

There was silence in the storage room, as if the burly gangster was talking to the air.

"You won't come out? Then I'll pull you out!"

There was a green light flashing in the burly bandit's eyes. He clenched his fist and punched into a dark corner.

With a "bang" sound, a figure rolled out from the corner and stood up tall. It was Banning.

He looked at the sturdy man and asked, "You are not from H country. No, you are not a human. What are you?"

"Hehe, if I kill you, there won't be so many problems!" The burly gangster grinned and punched at Banning, but Banning dodged sideways.

Although the burly bandit's attack missed, he refused to give in and kept chasing Banning. Banning simply protected his head, neck and other vital parts and fought back fiercely.

The two strong men were fighting back and forth in the small boiler room, swinging their fists at each other with loud bangs, but at the same time they maintained a tacit understanding and did not cry out no matter how hard the fists hurt.

"Hehe, there's still a little mouse. Why don't you come out? I'll catch you and drink all your blood!"

Another gangster standing at the door suddenly twitched his nose a few times and let out a sharp laugh.

There was a red light in his eyes, and he suddenly opened his arms and jumped down from the steps at the door like a big bird. He was incredibly fast and swooped down towards where Bourne was hiding.

"I've caught you, so just be my delicacy—"

A big leather-shod foot suddenly stretched out from the side and stabbed the intruder's neck hard.

There was a crisp sound, and the skinny bandit staggered backward. His neck was bent at a strange angle and drooped on his shoulders. With his sparse pale hair, he looked like a mop head with almost all the cloth falling off draped over the screen wall of a public toilet, looking both miserable and pitiful.

However, even this kind of injury that would kill an ordinary person instantly could not stop the weirdo gangster from screaming: "Damn it, you actually dared to damage my body, I changed my mind, I will turn you into the lowest blood slave, forever..."

"You're so annoying!" Bourne frowned, and without stopping, he kicked the weirdo again and again.

The strange guy's body was light, like a football, and Bourne kicked and stomped him so hard that his body was suspended in the air. This was something Bourne could only do after his basic leg skills advanced to the fusion level. It seemed that he could kick anything now, and everything he kicked was like kicking a football.

"Damn it, stop now, stop now!" The weirdo was furious in the air, but he couldn't control his body balance. Not to mention coming down, he couldn't even adjust the direction.

"Hmph!" Banning's sudden groan woke Bourne from his immersion in basketball practice. He kicked the weirdo with a volley, sending him flying into the wall and bouncing to the ground, rolling on the ground. During this time, there were several popping sounds of broken bones. The weirdo struggled for a few times but couldn't get up, so he had to lie on the ground pretending to be a dead dog.

After temporarily dealing with the monster gangster who was still alive with a broken neck, Bourne turned his head to look at the battle between Banning and the other man, only to see a scene that he would never forget.

There were no hand-to-hand combat between the Secret Service elite and the gangsters, only two two-meter-tall upright wolf-like creatures scratching each other with their claws.

A werewolf with black and gray hair, his clothes had been torn into strips, and only the tattered hood on his head indicated that this was the burly bandit from earlier;

The one fighting against him was naturally Banning, but although Banning's body did not turn into a wolf, his height and size had obviously increased. He had sharp claws on his fingers, and his head also turned into a wolf's head, a gray wolf's head!

Werewolf!

Banning is actually a werewolf!

Bourne, who had read a lot of online novels in his previous life, naturally recognized that the two guys with wolf heads and half human bodies fighting for life and death should be werewolves, and the guy he knocked down before who kept shouting about drinking blood and didn't die even after his neck was broken should be the vampire!

What the hell is this world?

How did a simple terrorist attack turn into a monster brawl?

However, since magic has appeared, it is normal for these magical creatures to also appear. However, it is really surprising that Uncle Banning is actually a werewolf!

Sure enough, the world is so big and full of wonders!

Although he thought so, Bourne's movements were not slow.

He rushed to a position one meter behind the werewolf bandit, and suddenly raised his right hand high in the air. A dazzling silver-white light emerged from his palm, illuminating the dark boiler room.

"Ah - it's the Holy Light! Damn it, you are from the Church, ah, it hurts so much, put it out quickly, you will kill me!"

The miserable cry of a vampire with a broken neck was heard from the ground.

The holy light shone on the werewolf. Uncle Banning was fine. He just restrained his movements and protected himself to guard against the werewolf's sneak attack. He didn't like this light, but he didn't have much adverse reaction.

But the bandit werewolf was in a miserable situation. The white light, which was not too intense, shone on his hair, making a "sizzling" sound, and the air was soon filled with a faint smell of burnt protein.

Enduring the pricking sensation on his skin, the werewolf opened his mouth and turned his head to look, only to see an apple-sized fireball emitting blinding white light falling straight towards his face.

Before he could utter the unique howl of the wolf clan, Bourne lifted a silver-white fireball with a hint of holiness and smashed it into his mouth.

"Puff——" As if a balloon was deflating, or someone had let out a long, smelly fart, the fireball disappeared into the werewolf's mouth.

"Hoo, hoo..." Bourne panted and retreated to two meters away from the kidnapper werewolf, then rested with his hands on his hips. The fireball just now was more tiring than running 3000 meters. He wanted to ask Uncle Benning: "Uncle, do you still have that necklace? Give me first, and I'll pay you!"

"Humph, that one is my heirloom, 100? Not even one!"

Banning glared at Bourne unhappily, and his body slowly shrank back to its original size, and the wolf head returned to its original appearance.

"Is this guy dead?" Bourne asked, pointing at the werewolf gangster standing in the middle of the room with his mouth closed and motionless.

"He must be dead. The light in his eyes has disappeared."

Having said that, Banning did not take it lightly and pointed a Remington M870 at the opponent.

Just as Bourne and the other were talking, the werewolf's head suddenly exploded with a "bang". Most of the wolf head from the lower jaw upwards flew up into the air and exploded into a ball of blood foam and debris. It then stuck to the wall with a "bang", forming a large red mudflat.

Banning looked up at the bloody "graffiti" on the wall and said to Bourne;

"Next time, control your power, don't blow yourself up one day."

He ignored him and quickly walked to the ventilation shaft. He gestured inside. Connor, who had been waiting impatiently, climbed up quickly as if he had heard a starting gun.

After a while, a little head popped out from the exit at the other end.

"Jacobs, he's going out!" Banning whispered into the phone.

Outside the White House, a two-man team that had been on standby for a long time, under the command of the sniper in the headset, took advantage of the cover of darkness, avoided the observation post set up by the gangsters on the roof, and quickly rushed to where Connor was.

After pushing aside the bushes and raising the iron gate, a special forces soldier pulled Connor out and carried him on his shoulders. Also under the command of the sniper, they safely returned to the convoy outside the White House.

"The target was successfully received!"

Jacobs' excited voice came from the headset. Banning, who was leaning against the wall, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled at Bourne who was on guard at the door and asked:

"What did you want to tell me before? What's the situation?"