I'm a spy in the film

One of the Black Hawks closest to the White House, which had already lowered a rope ladder, was spinning and falling toward the ground, and another Black Hawk that was climbing also had flames coming out of its tail.

A Black Hawk in the middle position fired two rockets at the roof of the building on the east side, but perhaps because the maneuver was too large during the launch, the direction deviated, and the rockets did not hit the Hydraulic Dragon on the east side, but smashed through the glass on the second floor and blew up an office.

"Boom——", the Black Hawk that bravely fought back exploded into a fireball in the air because it had just been hit by a rocket.

"Reorganize the formation, Unit 1, lead!"

"Roger that!"

The Pentagon's crisis office was completely silent, with only the helicopter pilot's voices and orders echoing through the walls and even reaching Bourne's ears through the phone.

Compared to those people in the office who were looking at satellite images, Bourne, an observer on the front line of the battlefield, saw it in more detail.

However, he only dared to hide under the platform at this time, with only half of his head exposed to observe secretly. After all, bullets have no eyes. If he was hit by a stray bullet from his own people, how unfair would it be!

But right now, it seems that the Black Hawk's situation is as bad as it can be.

Wait, what is that?

Bourne stared at a red dot hovering in the sky above the White House, flashing back and forth.

Drone, it's the enemy's drone!

How else could one explain how the enemy in the airtight bunker 300 meters underground could detect the Black Hawk's attack so quickly? Could they have eyes that could see through 300 meters of the ground and 1 kilometer of the night sky?

Get rid of it!

"We need support!" The pilot's voice on the phone was full of grief.

"We are about to be wiped out!" a pilot cried.

"Attack the enemy and provide cover!" The pilot who gave the order said in a firm tone.

……

Listening to these words, Bourne's mood became heavier, and the HK416-D automatic rifle in his hand became steadier. Because it was night, he did not use a scope and could only use his naked eyes, so Bourne was extra focused this time.

Because he only has this one chance. Once he misses, the alarmed enemy will definitely make the drone climb immediately. At that time, finding a drone the size of an A4 paper in the vast night sky will be an impossible task!

"boom--"

The sound of Bourne's gunfire was not noticeable on the battlefield at that moment, but what was visible to the naked eye was a black object the size of a pot lid falling from the sky, hitting the dome in the center of the White House and breaking into pieces!

"yeah!"

Bourne excitedly made a victory gesture, but he didn't know that at this moment an Asian man in the bunker angrily smashed the computer in front of him.

However, Bourne soon came to his senses from his excitement because another Black Hawk was hit and crashed on the lawn in front of the main building of the White House and was instantly engulfed in flames.

"Damn it! There are only two planes left, why don't you retreat?" Although I don't have any good feelings towards American soldiers, it is still hard to accept that they died in such a cowardly way in the capital of their own country!

"Only two helicopters left, only two helicopters left!"

The muffled voice sounded very tired, and also carried a bit of determination. Without orders from their superiors, they had to stay here even if they knew they were sitting ducks!

Finally, the old voice that Bourne had heard once roared, "Abort! Retreat!"

However, it was too late. The pilot who had been issuing battlefield command orders said in a calm but hurried tone: "Tiger 1 was hit and lost control!"

Seeing the bullet chain symbolizing death swinging in the air like a long whip, rolling towards the last black shadow that was fleeing in panic, and about to catch up, the Tiger No. 1, which was about to lose control, resolutely rushed straight to the east side of the White House. He wanted to use his own fuselage to destroy the Nine-Headed Dragon!

boom--

With a loud bang, the Black Hawk failed to complete its mission after all. When it was flying close to the White House, it was hit by a rocket. The fuselage completely lost its direction and crashed slightly east of the center of the White House, collapsing half of the three-story building.

"Damn it, can't even the last one escape?"

Just as the ammunition chain of the Vulcan cannon was about to hit the last Black Hawk, the ammunition chain suddenly disappeared!

"What happened? Who killed the Nine-Headed Dragon?"

When the staff enlarged the picture and projected it on the big screen, Speaker Bull's eyes widened, and the whites of his eyeballs almost popped out:

"This, this is actually true! Is there really someone who can release a fireball?"

Chief of Staff Craig opened his mouth wide and didn't even notice that the pen in his hand had fallen to the ground.

The pupils of Raymond Luo, deputy director of the National Security Bureau, shrank slightly, as if he had thought of something. He took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote something down on it.

Secret Service Director Jacobs was the calmest, as she had learned of Bourne's abilities from Banning earlier today and had tried to recruit him.

But her clenched fists still revealed her excitement. After all, what she had seen before were all videos, but this time it was captured by satellite and could not be faked.

That’s right, there are not one picture, but two consecutive pictures.

One picture shows a figure holding a flame in his hand on the roof of the west side of the White House; the other picture shows the moment when the nine-headed dragon spewing flames on the east side of the White House was hit by a ball of flame.

Perhaps due to some interference, both pictures are in black and white, and the images are very blurry.

"Tiger 4, get out of the battlefield, Tiger 4, get out of the battlefield!"

"Five out of six planes have crashed, requesting the QRT (Quick Reaction Team)! Requesting the second squadron to be dispatched."

"Refuse to dispatch. There may be other anti-aircraft weapons. Return to base. Return to base. OVER!"

Everyone in the conference room had a different expression on their face. No one knew how many people were upset about the attacking team's failure and how many were upset about the magical fireball they witnessed tonight.

Jacobs was the first to react. She rushed to the intercom and called Bourne urgently, but there was only a busy tone and no response.

Chief of Staff Craig looked at the footage shot by the news TV reporter broadcasting on the big screen with a lonely look. The billowing smoke was so eye-catching in the dark night against the backdrop of the white buildings. His lips were tightly pursed and he felt mixed emotions in his heart.

Black Hawk fell again, in the capital of its own country!

Just when everyone was in a state of depression, the communication in the bunker under the White House was connected again. This time, it was Vice President Charlie Rodriguez who appeared on the big screen, and not far behind him stood the planner and executor of this terrorist attack, Jiang Yanshuo.

"Speaker Bull, your actions are very stupid!" After saying that, he suddenly shot and killed Vice President Charlie.

The sudden gunshot and action made everyone in the conference room scream in surprise. The female Secret Service Director Jacobs was so shocked that she covered her mouth and stood up. Only the black Speaker of the House Burr was still sitting there, looking at the screen expressionlessly.

Jiang Yanshuo kicked the corpse away and walked to the camera, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly:

"Your president will be next. I'll give you one hour to recall the fleet and the garrison stationed at H. Once you're done, I want a helicopter parked on the north lawn, fully fueled and ready to take off at any time. Sixty minutes left!"