I'm a spy in the film

Looking at Hernandez who rushed over excitedly to check on the little girl, and Norman who pretended to be reserved and kept silent, Bourne said, "I knocked down two guys in the room over there. One should be Phoenix's father, and the other is a black man. How are you guys doing?"

"Five. There are no more gang members down there."

Veteran Norman answered concisely, but he couldn't help reaching out to touch the girl's head. He stopped halfway and wanted to pull his hand back, but was caught by a soft little hand.

It was Fernandez holding the girl’s arm.

Although the girl's arms were still weak, she held on to veteran Norman's fingers tightly with Fernandez's support. The veteran tried to pull them back gently, but failed, so he gave up.

Looking at the three people in front of him, some sitting, some squatting, and some standing, Bourne suddenly had the illusion that they were a family of three.

These three people have no blood or legal relationship, but they get along so harmoniously and warmly. It can be seen that even in a chaotic and crime-ridden city like Detroit, there is still beauty.

This is the world I want to protect at the cost of my life!

I am now a person of this world!

"cough cough"

Veteran Norman suddenly burst into a violent cough, then his legs went limp and his body fell to the side. Fortunately, he was supported by Hernandez.

But the next moment, Hernandez shouted in panic: "Blood! Norman, you are hurt!"

Bourne took a step forward and lifted Norman's vest, only to find that there was a short blade stuck in his abdomen.

"No, don't worry about me. I have committed crimes. I raped a girl and forced another girl to have a child for me. Fortunately, they all ran away. I think my sins should be redeemed enough, so God called me."

Norman looked very calm, as if it was not him who was bleeding from his waist. He just slowly explained his funeral arrangements.

"This is God's will. I committed sins in darkness and died in darkness!"

Ignoring the crying of Hernandez and the girl, Norman continued to chatter on. Now he really looked like a dying old man sitting in the woods and repenting, rather than the strong veteran of the battlefield before.

Bourne didn't indulge him, nor did he respect the ideas of a dying old man.

After seeing the two messages on his phone, Bourne quickly ran back to the makeshift operating room, holding a large roll of gauze. Without saying anything, he wrapped it around Norman's waist and said to the two women, one big and one small, who were crying:

"Hey, keep it lit, Hernandez, and don't just cry if you want Norman to die."

"Um?!"

Hernandez was still in a daze, not understanding what Bourne meant. The little girl, who was able to move a little, pushed her and urged, "Do what this gentleman says!

Then, the little girl raised her little face, looked at Bourne with hopeful eyes, and asked softly: "You can save him, right!"

"I'm not sure. It depends on the doctor's level and our speed, and more importantly, how strong Norman's desire is to stay in this world!"

"I have asked a local friend to find a skilled doctor, but the clinic is in the city center and it takes some time to drive there."

As he said this, Bourne glanced at Norman, his lips tightly pursed, and he didn't say anything about returning to God's arms. It seems that this old soldier still has something he is nostalgic for!

"Fernandez, you stay here. The FBI will be here soon. Just tell them the situation. Don't worry about anything else. I'll take Norman and Phoenix to see a doctor."

Seeing that none of the three had objections, Bourne carried Phoenix on his back, and together with Hernandez, he lifted Norman onto a wheelchair and pushed the wheelchair downstairs.

When passing by the fat man tied to the pillar, Bourne turned his head to the little girl on his shoulder and asked, "Phoenix, has this guy ever hurt you?"

The little girl looked at the fat man seriously, shook her head and said, "No, this fat man is very timid. He has been hiding in the back and has not made any move."

Bourne nodded and turned to Hernandez, "Let him go after the FBI arrives."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

……

Twenty minutes later, in the underground parking lot of a grand office building in the city center, Bourne was pushing Norman and carrying Phoenix on his back, waiting for the elevator.

Ding——, the elevator door opened, and under the bright light, both groups of people inside and outside the elevator were stunned.

Outside the elevator were Bourne and his two companions who had just arrived and were preparing to go upstairs to see a doctor.

In the elevator was Samantha with her accountant daughter and the doctor who was forced to take them downstairs.

Both sides were sizing each other up.

Samantha, the Firm's most powerful tool, looked at the three people opposite her:

Two of them were simply ignored by her. One was an old man sitting in a wheelchair. He was blind due to cataracts in his eyes and had a wound on his waist. Blood soaked through the bandages.

The little girl being carried was only about ten years old, her limbs hanging limply, and except for her bright eyes, she was not threatening at all;

There was only a tall young man pushing the wheelchair. Although he had a sunny smile and was wearing a well-fitting suit, how could Samantha, who had been through many battles and seen countless people, not feel the murderous aura coming from him.

In addition, the slightly tight suit sleeves and shirt collar of the man due to pushing the wheelchair clearly showed how muscular he was hidden under the suit.

Not someone to be trifled with! This guy is not to be trifled with!

Samantha thought to herself.

Little did he know that in his heart, Bourne was also lamenting his luck today.

Yes, he recognized that the woman standing in the elevator opposite him was the woman he saw tonight at Westfield Shopping Center, the woman who stabbed a man to death by stabbing him in the chest with a mop stick.

What a cruel woman!

What's more, the woman had a Glock wrapped in tape on her right hand.

Well, this person reminded Bourne of his senior sister’s ex-boyfriend, Miles, a guy with a gun in his hand. He just didn’t know if the woman in front of him was forced like Miles, or was she doing it voluntarily. If it was voluntary, then it meant that she was injured and her arm was not working properly?

What is strange is that this woman with such a murderous look is accompanied by a little girl of about eight or nine years old. The girl is wearing a bright yellow down jacket and has fluffy curly hair. She is actually a mixed-race girl.

At this moment, she was holding the woman's hand with a worried look on her face, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Finally, in the corner of the elevator, there curled up a middle-aged man in a white coat, with a broken nose and blood at the corner of his mouth. Behind the thick lenses of his glasses, his eyes were filled with fear and regret.

Weird people, weird combination! x2

Bourne and Samantha labeled each other in their minds at the same time.

But the two of them tacitly kept silent.

Bourne first turned the wheelchair that was blocking the door to make way for a passage. Samantha also cooperated by taking a side step and striding out of the elevator from the other side of the elevator door. The little girl followed her and slowly walked out of the elevator. Only the middle-aged man huddled in the corner, not moving.