I'm a spy in the film

They walked and strolled along the way. Thanks to Zack's kindness, he not only gave Bourne a uniform, but also a gun, a cell phone and ID, and told Bourne to keep them carefully.

The layout of the New York branch building is very complicated, and many places are off-limits. Led by Zach, Bourne visited the bathrooms, gyms, restaurants, training grounds, conference rooms, equipment rooms, etc., where ordinary agents often go. Finally, they returned to their starting point - the collective public office of Hank's fourth team.

Zach was about to introduce the colleagues present to Bourne one by one, when suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded overhead. Bourne was surprised to find that everyone in the office, no matter what they were doing before, took out their phones to check messages when they heard the alarm.

The black girl, who was originally holding a big bag of potato chips and chewing them, now became the busiest person. She was typing on the keyboard with a continuous crackling sound, sending the latest news to the mobile phones of everyone present, except Bourne.

Before Bourne could ask Zack, who was also looking down at his phone, Hank's office door suddenly opened from the inside. Bourne looked over there along with everyone else, only to see Hank striding to the center of the conference room and saying loudly:

"In Williamsburg, Brooklyn, two gangsters just robbed a bank there and took several hostages."

"Guys, you know, Williamsburg is full of rich, artistic people. They can do nothing else but make a fuss in the media, so," he spread his hands in a helpless manner.

"We have received an order from above to dispatch all members of Group 4 to quickly eliminate those two stupid thieves who didn't know how to escape."

As he said this, he pointed at the black girl.

"Keith!"

"Understood! Boss." The black girl said without raising her head, "I am contacting the Transportation Bureau. The camera footage at the entrance of Boston Bank and the basic bank information will be sent to your mobile phone in a while."

"Frank!" Hank looked at the burly man whose neck was cracking.

"In five minutes, the first team will be fully armed!"

"Norton!"

"Team Two only needs four minutes!"

"Anyway, I want to see all of you in the car in ten minutes. Let's go and kill those two stupid thieves?"

"Yes, head!"

"Let's go!" Hank waved his hand and everyone dispersed.

"Bourne, Zack," Hank called out to the two men who were about to follow the team to get their equipment, "Zack, take Bourne to change clothes, and follow me when we get to the scene!"

The two nodded and were about to turn around to leave when they heard Hank say from behind: "Kid, I heard you're brave and good with a gun, don't get scared when the time comes, hahahaha!"

Zach shook his head helplessly, patted Bourne on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Don't be angry, the boss just likes to make fun of people, but if there is real danger, he will definitely be the first to take the lead. He is the one who cares about his subordinates the most among the team leaders!"

Bourne never thought that there would come a day when he would be labeled as a “relative”, and in such an environment. However, there was no malice in Hank’s words. On the contrary, asking him to follow him was also a kind of protection for himself!

In his previous life, he had been a police officer and captured fugitives. He had also attacked gang strongholds with Black Joe and participated in local police round-up operations during FBI training. However, today was the first time that Bourne had actually participated in a large-scale law enforcement operation since he traveled through time. He was very excited, and his heart was still pounding when he got out of the car and followed everyone forward.

When they arrived at the scene, the NYPD set up a cordon at a long distance. After all, the two robbers who were surrounded and shooting at the police were holding fully automatic weapons, and the range was not short. If a stray bullet flew out and hit an innocent passerby, the police would probably have to pay a large sum of compensation.

As Hank's team got closer to the crime scene, the Boston Bank, the "da da da" sounds of automatic rifle fire and the "bang, bang bang" sounds of NYPD Glock pistols rang out like popping beans.

Bourne, who was facing such fierce fire for the first time, couldn't help but shrink his neck, as if the bulletproof vest on his chest could protect his head as well.

However, even the veteran policemen of the NYPD hid obediently behind the car and only fired two shots when they had the chance. The guys who were suspected to be reporters holding cameras on the periphery were trying to squeeze forward one by one, holding their hands high with the cameras, and kept "clicking" and "clicking". No one knew what they were shooting. Anyway, they should not be able to see anything from their angle.

Suddenly, the black girl's voice came from the headset:

"It has been found out that the robbers are a Romanian named Tangi and a German named Larry. They both have a criminal record of many robberies and are nicknamed "The Thief".

Police in many places have tried to arrest them, but Larry had served in the military and had strong anti-detection capabilities. The amount of money he robbed each time was not large, so he has never been caught.

It is said that this time the two men completed the robbery in just seven minutes and drove away, but for some reason they drove back and suddenly opened fire on the NYPD who were cleaning up the scene, injuring more than a dozen police officers and blocking the hostages in the bank.

As for the reason why they suddenly came back, a witness heard a robber yelling: "I still have 1000 rounds of bullets. I'll shoot them before I leave. Don't waste them! Boss, the NYPD is trying to make us take the blame! These two guys are crazy and they're not easy to deal with!"

Everyone in the group was speechless. A chivalrous thief?

And then return to finish shooting?

Do you think they are filming a movie here?

Are these two people out of their minds?

Not to mention the NYPD, even the FBI would be at a loss if they met such a fully armed madman!

"In addition," the black girl's tone suddenly became serious:

"An eyewitness said that he saw the two men each inject a needle into their neck before entering the bank. We suspect that they may have injected that needle!"

"Damn, crazy people are so rich now?" Hank spat fiercely on the ground. He shouted into the microphone in front of his mouth: "Number one, number two, are you in position? Can we kill them directly?"

"There's no head. There's no commanding height here. The branches and leaves in front of the bank are also very dense. We're still looking for a suitable location!"

"Damn it, I wonder how many No. 37s they have?" Hank cursed.

Bourne followed Zack. At this moment, all the members of the Fourth Team, like many NYPD officers, were crouching and sticking their butts out, hiding behind cars abandoned by their owners on the road, and poking their heads out a little to look towards the bank entrance.

"Hey, Zack, what's number 37?" Bourne nudged Zack, who was standing next to him and spying with a mirror.

"Number 37?" Zach asked in surprise, "Where did you hear that name?"

"The boss just said that he didn't know how many guns the other party had. Also, the 'that' that Keith mentioned on the phone was also referring to 'No. 37', right?"

"That's right!" Zack is indeed a know-it-all. "'No. 37' is a stimulant that has recently appeared on the black market in New York. It is said to have leaked from the Giant Group. This stimulant can greatly increase a person's strength and speed during its effect, and make people extremely excited, while reducing pain.

This drug was first used by the second generation of the rich as a small blue pill, and it worked very well. But later, someone discovered that this drug could be used as adrenaline and could keep people awake. It was simply a must-have stimulant for crime! As a result, the black market was cracked down on several times, and the Giant Group was interviewed several times, and this drug gradually became less and less. But the efficacy of the drug is there, so this drug is now sold for thousands of dollars a bottle, and it is still in short supply. "

"How long does the effect last?" Bourne asked.

"Generally speaking, one injection can last for half an hour, but no more than three injections can be given in one day. More than three injections will cause cardiac arrest!"