I'm a spy in the film

"Ma'am, no matter what you think, whether to destroy the weapons or leave them here, please make a decision as soon as possible. I must act immediately. There are more enemies coming!"

As he finished speaking, an Asian man holding a submachine gun appeared at the door. Without even bothering to hang up the phone, Bourne raised his hand and shot the man in the chest.

But this guy was obviously wearing a bulletproof vest, so he was not seriously injured, but his body was pushed back by the impact of the bullet.

Instead of continuing to shoot, Bourne rushed over, jumped up, and took advantage of the man's unstable body to hit him fiercely in the chest with his knee.

The sound of broken bones continued to ring out. This man was obviously not as lucky as Roma. The broken ribs pierced into his internal organs. His eyes became bloodshot almost instantly, his whole face wrinkled in pain, and his body fell backwards involuntarily.

The two accomplices who followed closely behind him had not yet figured out what was going on when Bourne, with his gun drawn, shot them twice in the forehead. At this time, the first gangster had just fallen down.

Bourne leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

Although the sneak attack just now was successful, it was because he took advantage of the opponent's unprepared psychology. His knee strike may seem ordinary, but he had to have enough force to penetrate the bulletproof vest and break the opponent's ribs, and let the bone fragments penetrate into the internal organs; he also had to control the amplitude of the movement so as not to push the opponent's body away to block the enemy behind him. This was indeed very difficult.

This simple movement actually contains the shadows of several leg techniques, such as the knee charge in Muay Thai, the knee strike in French kick, the jump kick in Taekwondo, and of course the whip kick and knee kick in Tan leg.

After looking at the data panel, I found that the level of basic leg techniques had increased from 1% to 3%. This was certainly due to my painstaking study of various leg techniques over the past few days, but it was more of a breakthrough just before the battle.

Sure enough, fighting is the fastest way to promotion!

Perhaps it was because of Bourne's heavy breathing that Jacobs' voice resounded on the phone:

"Bourne, are you still there? How is it going?"

"Huhu, luckily we killed a three-man patrol team. They used silenced pistols. We shouldn't alert the enemy for now. But if the patrol team doesn't go back, this place will be exposed soon."

"That's good! Bourne, we now demand that you destroy this Nine-Headed Dragon immediately!"

"Nine-headed dragon?"

"Yes, Nine-headed Dragon, wait a minute," Jacob's voice stopped, replaced by another old but majestic voice:

"Soldier, I'm Chief of Staff Craig. Listen to me. The Hydra is composed of two M61 Vulcan cannons, four 19-tube Hydra launch nests and eight radar-guided missiles. It does not require control and will automatically detect and fire. You must find the LCD console within 16 seconds and enter the -digit password to turn off the three sets of switches at the bottom of the launch tube. Turn off the missiles and rockets first..."

"Om-"

The sound of a huge machine motor drowned out the sound of the phone, and the elevator started automatically, carrying this hideous-looking anti-aircraft weapon up to the rooftop.

"Come on General, this thing's starting to rise," Bourne yelled, putting the microphone to his mouth.

"There is no other way. Unless you tear it down completely, you can only do what I say." General Craig on the other end of the phone shouted with all his strength.

Unable to hear what the other person said, Bourne spat fiercely on the ground and rolled up his sleeves nervously:

"Forget it, I'll use my method. I don't believe I can't handle this big guy!"

Seeing that the tallest gun barrels were about to rise out of the rooftop, Bourne had an idea. He picked up a steel pipe next to him and inserted it horizontally between the elevator and the ceiling, followed by the second, the third... In just a few seconds, more than a dozen steel pipes as thick as wrists passed through the gaps in the Nine-Headed Dragon and were inserted between the elevator and the ceiling.

The elevator's rising speed was getting slower and slower, and the gears driven by the belt made an unpleasant "clicking" sound. A dozen steel pipes were bent and deformed due to the pressure, and the Nine-headed Dragon that was inserted through the gap by the steel pipes was damaged beyond recognition. Not only the thick rocket launch tube was squeezed, but even the Vulcan cannon barrels on both sides of the rocket launch nest were squeezed into an S shape.

Seeing this expensive luxury anti-aircraft weapon turned into this state, Bourne couldn't help but mutter to himself: "You can't blame me for this. You were the ones who asked to destroy this weapon! It will definitely not be able to fire in this state!"

"Soldier, is the switch off? I order you to answer immediately!"

The arrogant and annoying voice sounded again.

"no!"

Bourne's words raised the blood pressure of everyone on the other end of the phone. They seemed to see countless tongues of fire bursting out in the next second, and the six helicopter teams representing hope would be wiped out.

But the next sentence made them feel relieved.

"I've stuck the lift, and the launch port of this machine has been damaged. I guess it won't be able to reach the rooftop!"

As he spoke, Bourne took a photo of the miserable state of the Nine-Headed Dragon and sent it over, then asked cautiously, "General, you won't ask me to pay for this, right?"

There was deathly silence on the other end of the phone. Everyone in the conference room stared in amazement at the new generation of air defense weapon that had been destroyed beyond recognition.

This can be considered as achieving the goal, but why do I always have the urge to beat up the guy on the other end of the phone?

After a long while, General Craig's trembling voice came through the phone:

"Do you know how much this next-generation weapon prototype is worth?"

"Don't say that, General." Another older voice came out, "I want to say well done, kid, do you have any weapons that can threaten the helicopter rescue team?"

This voice that has never been heard before should be the voice of the Acting President and Speaker of the House of Representatives. This old man is very frank and worthy of being a high-ranking official.

Bourne replied: "There is no war on the west side, but I don't know what's going on on the east side!"

"It doesn't matter. Even if there is, the guys we sent out can kill it!"

General Craig said unconvinced.

"Da da da da——"

Suddenly, fierce gunfire broke out in the silent night sky, mixed with the "whoosh" sound of rockets being fired.

This is, Banning's anti-aircraft weapons have been activated?

Without bothering to hide his figure, Bourne climbed to the top of the third floor in a few steps along the gap left by the elevator. In the inky black night, two bright bands of light were dancing in the air. They were the bright lights produced by the violent friction between anti-aircraft bullets and the air.

"Oops!" Bourne slapped his forehead, "Bannion missed?"

But at this moment, he had no time to care about Banning, because the six MH60-L Black Hawk fighter helicopters in the air were being chased around by this light strip composed of anti-aircraft bullets.