I'm a spy in the film

"What? You said that the doctor wanted by the police, Dr. Thomas Hannemann, is also here, and he was the surgeon in charge of the operation?!"

Bourne asked in surprise.

"Yes, yes. I heard with my own ears that Boss Lei Lan called him Doctor Thomas and asked about the success rate of transplants. The doctor said that none of the operations he had performed had failed."

"So high?" Bourne had never heard of any hospital with such a high success rate for organ transplant surgery, not even the top private hospitals in New York.

"It's true!" Seeing that Bourne didn't believe him, the fat prisoner was afraid of being slapped again, so he hurriedly argued, "I heard that Boss Lei Lan also doubted it, but the doctor said that he used ZFT's new drug. Not to mention that it was replaced with his own daughter's heart, even if it was a mechanical heart, there would be no problem."

Mechanical heart!

Without listening to the fat man's chatter, Bourne's attention was attracted by the word "mechanical heart". He remembered that when he and Zach went on a business trip to Boston, an agent from the Boston branch had a heart problem. The person in charge at the time, the black supervisor named Bloy, looked very unhappy.

Later, Bourne accidentally saw the report shared by the Boston branch. One of the pictures left a deep impression on him. The picture showed an operating table with the patient's chest opened, revealing a horrifying thing inside - a two-finger-wide mechanical centipede, coiled on the patient's heart.

This is the heart disease that the agent suffers from!

It is said that the mechanical centipede is the product of the ZFT organization, a multinational technology and biological group that exists only through word of mouth. Their business covers 83 countries around the world, and they are a criminal group that specializes in smuggling science and technology.

Who would have thought that in Detroit, a low-level gangster would actually hear the name of this mysterious organization. It seems that this Dr. Thomas Hannemann has many secrets!

Bourne folded the sketch of the second floor structure that the fat man had dictated and drew, put it in his pocket, and smiled at the fat man.

"I know, I know, I will never make a sound. If you are worried, you, you, can stuff my mouth." The fat man was smart. He saw what Bourne meant, nodded rapidly, and asked sincerely.

"That doctor is very dangerous. Once this matter is over, you'd better move to another city as soon as possible!" Bourne stuffed the rag back into the fat man's mouth, and regardless of the fat man's puzzled expression, he quietly moved towards the second floor.

At this moment, all the lights suddenly went out and the whole building fell into darkness.

"It was Norman and his team. They succeeded."

Bourne knew what was going on, but the other side's people were all confused and uncertain.

"What's going on? Jim, go down to the basement and see if that damn switch is loose again? I told you to replace it with a new one. Jared, go get a new one tomorrow. I'm sure the little store in Chinatown will have one."

A man in the room spoke loudly with a rough voice, quite like a soldier. This should be the father of the little girl Phoenix mentioned by Hernandez who had been a soldier.

You are worse than pigs and dogs. I will deal with you soon!

Bourne thought to himself and stepped aside to move away from the stairs.

After a while, a young man with a claw hammer and a flashlight came downstairs.

Bourne was about to take advantage of the darkness to sneak into the second floor hall when he heard the soldier say again: "Raoul, ask your people to go down and take a look. I have a bad feeling."

"Lei, do you have that feeling again?" A big black man stood up from the sofa and asked, "How many people do you want to call?"

"Everyone!"

The soldier suddenly roared in anger.

He gasped for breath and said uneasily, "It's a bad feeling, a very bad feeling, worse than the last time I was forced to burn down the house!"

"Okay, I'll go get someone right away!"

The big black man obviously knew his companion a little bit, and he agreed and was about to walk out.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the darkness and kicked the black man in the crotch.

The black man's eyeballs almost popped out of his sockets. He didn't make a sound, but fell down slowly with his mouth wide open and his hands covering his vital parts.

The figure did not stop for a moment after kicking the black man down, and he did not make any movement. His body, like a compressed spring, rushed towards the soldier who was comforting the woman behind the curtain.

The figure was Bourne.

He did not rush directly into the room used as an operating room, but first threw a stool to the side, which hit the plastic curtain with a rattling sound.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

It was the soldier who fired the shot, and he was indeed prepared.

But before he could see clearly what he was shooting at, a figure rose up from under the bed, and swung his legs like a windmill, not only kicking the gun out of the soldier's hand, but also kicking him in the throat.

Suddenly, the soldier had difficulty breathing, and he covered his neck with his hands and retreated repeatedly.

Bourne now had time to check out the makeshift operating room that had been converted from a living room.

But when he saw everything here clearly, an emotion called anger quickly surged into Bourne's heart.

On two beds very close to each other, there were two women, one big and one small. The big woman had sunken eye sockets, prominent cheekbones, and spots on her bare arms. She was obviously an old drug addict.

Sitting next to her, there was a little girl with a round face and wearing a surgical gown. There was a long black line drawn on the exposed part of her chest with a marker.

It’s not too late!

Bourne breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he saw a middle-aged man dressed as a doctor holding a chainsaw next to the little girl, he couldn't help but be shocked.

Fortunately, we arrived in time, otherwise, if it was a few minutes later, the little girl's heart would have been taken out.

Moreover, they wanted to take out the little girl's heart while she was still alive!

Damn!

Damn it!

Damn these beasts!

"It's none of my business. Someone paid me to do it. I just..."

Bourne kicked the doctor in the head, knocking him unconscious.

This guy can't die yet. Maybe we can get some information about the ZFT organization from him, but the rest...

Bourne looked at the soldier who was lying on his back on the ground twitching, and his eyes gradually became cold.

He had just kicked the soldier's throat cartilage and broke it. This guy won't live long, so let him suffocate to death slowly. As for the woman on the hospital bed.

Let the girl decide for herself, after all, this is her mother.

He quickly checked the girl's body. Fortunately, the girl was just anesthetized. Her body was weak, but she was still conscious. However, this made Bourne hate the woman on the other bed even more. He had never thought that there was such a selfish mother. It was simply an insult to the word mother!

Such a woman should go to hell!

Bourne found a wheelchair, lifted the girl onto it, tied the doctor to the back of the wheelchair, and pushed the girl out of the operating room.

As soon as I walked out of this large room that looked like a reception room, I heard two footsteps, one heavy and one light, in the corridor in front of me, as well as the sound of sticks hitting the ground.

Click, click, click.

"Norman, is that you?"

Bourne held the gun in his hand, hid behind the door with the girl, and shouted in that direction.

"Agent, it's me!"

It was Hernandez's surprised voice that answered Bourne.

"Phoenix is ​​fine. Your power outage stopped the surgery in time. She is fine except for the anesthesia."

Fearing that Norman and the others would worry, Bourne quickly told them the result.

Sure enough, after hearing Bourne's words, the pace over there obviously quickened a lot. If it weren't for the support of the blind Norman, Hernandez would almost run.