I'm a spy in the film

Bourne pulled out the M1911 seized tonight from behind his waist, held it in his hand, and carefully pushed open the car door.

It was quiet all around, without a sound, except for the slight rustling of leaves in the dim bushes on both sides of the road.

Bourne pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a while. Seeing no one there, he tiptoed towards the pickup truck parked sideways at the entrance of the culvert.

The driver's door of the pickup truck was wide open. Bourne shone the flashlight inside and saw a young woman lying on her side on the passenger seat. A large pool of blood had stained the passenger seat red.

"Damn it, they killed someone and just left him on the road. Do these criminals have any humanity left?"

Bourne was extremely angry. He never expected that the security environment in Detroit would be so bad!

To be on the safe side, Bourne stepped forward and felt the woman's pulse. Fortunately, although the woman's pulse was weak, she could still be saved.

Bourne took the woman down from the car seat and laid her flat on the back of the pickup truck. He took off her hat and found that her fatal wound was on her head. The murder weapon seemed to be a blunt instrument.

A hammer. Bourne had seen the bloody murder weapon on the ground next to the tire.

Bourne gently pressed his palm, which was emitting milky white light, on the woman's wound that was still bleeding. The wound scabbed over and the skin healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even small hairs grew on the skin...

this--

Ever since he absorbed that strange ritual in the storage room in the White House bunker, which led to a huge increase in strength, his control over his skills has not been as precise as before.

For example, now, Bourne actually just wants to stop the bleeding of the wound, speed up the blood circulation in the brain, and absorb the intracranial congestion caused by the hammer.

As a result, apart from a few broken pieces of skull that had not grown back, there was no sign from the outside that the woman had been injured.

Well, except for the blood in the hair.

But this is easy to do!

Bourne gently waved his left hand, and the blood on the woman's head seemed to suddenly lose gravity, floating up from the woman's scalp and hair, and turned into a blood ball in Bourne's palm.

On the other hand, the bloodstains on the woman's head and body disappeared without a trace, and were cleaner than after being washed with the most effective detergent, as if no blood had ever been shed.

This is one of Bourne’s new abilities, controlling blood. Although this skill does not appear in the system panel, Bourne can use it.

In this regard, Bourne speculated that this ability might be a variant of a certain skill that has already been mastered, and the most likely suspect is of course the "Door of Wonders".

After thinking about it, Bourne returned to the driver's seat and summoned the pool of blood that the woman had shed on the passenger seat into a blood ball.

Just like that, holding the tennis ball-sized blood ball, Bourne returned to the woman and waved his hand. The blood ball spun rapidly in the air, and the more it spun, the smaller its size became. Finally, it turned into a soybean-sized blood drop, which Bourne flicked casually and sank into the skin of the woman's head where the wound had just healed, seeping in and disappearing.

After doing all this, Bourne felt a little relieved.

The last drop of blood that was formed just now was not only the essence of the woman's blood, but also contained a trace of Bourne's own vitality due to casting a spell. He believed that the woman would wake up soon. Taking this opportunity, Bourne checked the woman's Ford F150 and found a Colt Python in the storage box of the co-pilot, and put it into his pocket without hesitation.

At this moment, a faint groan came from behind the car, and Bourne knew that the injured woman had woken up.

Sure enough, when Bourne walked to the back of the car, the woman was already struggling to get up, but her head was obviously still a little dizzy. She struggled to prop herself up, but failed several times.

Suddenly seeing Bourne appear next to her, she was so frightened that she lost her balance and fell to one side. If Bourne had not rushed over to support her, the woman would have fallen out of the car.

"You are……"

The woman asked in a weak tone.

Perhaps it was because of Bourne's handsome and sunny appearance, perhaps it was because of his gentle and polite attitude, or perhaps it was the compromise caused by her own weakness, the woman's attitude softened, and there was a hint of pleading and expectation in her tone.

"FBI, New York Branch, on business in Detroit."

Bourne showed his ID and watched the woman's expression change from doubt to surprise and then to hesitation. He knew what she was struggling with and asked calmly, "Ma'am, do you want me to call 911 for you?"

The woman shook her head and replied, "It's useless. They won't send any police."

Then, the woman glanced at the direction of Bourne's car, then turned to look at Bourne with expectant eyes and asked, "Agent, could you please take me to my friend's house? I'm worried about them. They live on the way you came, not far away, just turn around and you'll be there in 5 minutes."

As she spoke, the woman once again struggled to straighten herself up, but as soon as she sat up straight, she held her forehead with her hand, obviously suffering from the sequelae of a concussion.

However, before Bourne could help her, the woman shook her head, gave Bourne an awkward smile, and begged again:

"Please, agent, I know this is very abrupt, but my friend is a single veteran who has lost his sight and has a 10-year-old adopted daughter. I was attacked by a group of people who wanted to harm his adopted daughter. The leader was a tobacco dealer. I am very worried..."

As she spoke, the woman ripped open her collar, revealing a tattoo on her shoulder, which was a howling eagle's head.

"My name is Hernandez. I served in the 101st Airborne Division. My driver's license is in the cockpit..."

"Sorry ma'am!"

Bourne interrupted the woman, his expression becoming grim. "If you're talking about a two-story white building with a barbed wire fence on the side of the road, it was already on fire on my way here!"

"what!"

Hernandez couldn't help but be dazed for a moment. What he feared would come true. He didn't expect that Norman and Phoenix would still fall into his clutches.

"I've called 911. I'm sure they'll be here soon." Seeing the woman looking downcast, Bourne comforted her.

"No, there are no such diligent fire brigades in Detroit, unless it is in the rich area!" Hernandez smiled bitterly, but then she became strong again and requested for the third time: "I still want to go and see, I believe Norman will not die so easily!"

Looking at the time, it was too early, so Bourne nodded, moved the Ford F150 blocking the road to the side of the road, let Hernandez get in his car, and drove towards the burning house he saw when he came.

In the car, Bourne learned the general situation from Hernandez:

Hernandez is a native of Detroit. After retiring from the 101st Division a few years ago, he opened a flower shop specializing in providing ornamental green plants to companies and office buildings.

Retired veteran Norman is one of her suppliers.

As far as Hernandez knows, Norman, like her, had served in the 101st Airborne Division. He retired due to blindness caused by battlefield injuries and has been living in New York. A few years ago, his house was invaded and not only a large sum of money was lost, but Norman himself was also seriously injured. After recovering from his injuries, Norman moved to Detroit and made a living by planting and selling flowers and trees.

Eight months ago, Norman picked up a homeless little girl, Phoenix, on the street.

Phoenix originally lived in the south of the city. A fire broke out in her home and her parents, who made a living by growing marijuana, died in the fire. She became homeless and initially relied on helping Norman take care of the greenhouse in exchange for pay. Later, Norman saw that Phoenix was well-behaved and sensible, and liked to grow plants, and they had similar interests, so he adopted her.

But recently, Hernandez heard from friends in the church that Phoenix's parents did not die in the fire. They just burned down their house on purpose to avoid creditors.

Recently, the couple has been looking for their daughter again, and the reason is very infuriating: because the woman in the couple suffered heart failure due to years of drug abuse, they wanted to transplant their daughter's heart to the woman.

Hernandez got the news in the market and came to tell Norman today. He also took Phoenix out for some fresh air because from today on, for safety reasons, Norman probably wouldn't let Phoenix go out to play for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the heartless couple still brought people to this place. The one who attacked her on the way was the man in the couple, who was also Phoenix's biological father.