I'm a spy in the film

Bourne still had his head lowered, his eyes half-closed, and his toes tapping the beat of the tune he was humming. If it weren't for the weapons in his hands, he would really look like a hip-hop musician you often see on the street.

At this time, the BMWs on both sides were already 9 meters away. In each car, three or four people leaned out of the windows, all holding TEC-s. Even the sunroof of a BMW was opened, and someone half of his body stuck out from inside.

Closer and closer, the other car is getting closer.

Emily, sitting in the Porsche, covered her eyes nervously, while Samantha behind her squeezed her thighs together. Her adrenaline was surging at this moment, and she wanted to rush out of the car immediately and use her most commonly used Colt M1860 to blow the heads of everyone on the scene, including Bourne.

Just then, Bourne moved.

Bourne suddenly took a step forward, crossed his hands, held the M1911 in his right hand horizontally facing left, and placed the TEC-9 in his left hand on his right arm, aiming to the right, and fired both shots at the same time.

"Da da da da da"

The bullets hit the hull of the BMW, causing sparks to fly. The driver was so scared that he swerved the steering wheel, causing the gunmen who had been aiming in this direction to shake violently at the same time. They could no longer keep their balance, let alone shoot.

The next second, the bullets fired from Bourne's gun seemed to have eyes and rushed towards the gunmen who stretched their bodies out of the car. For a moment, the gunmen screamed and blood spurted out of their bodies.

Suddenly, Bourne leaned forward and retreated, as if he was doing a farewell ceremony, just in time to avoid a wave of bullets shot by the opponent.

His hands, which were originally crossed in front of his chest, drew a semicircle downwards, and two black things fell at his feet.

Emily in the car across the street didn't understand what was going on, but the veteran killer Samantha knew that Bourne was changing the magazine, but how could this guy do such an ordinary thing so coolly? !

At this time, the situation changed again.

After the brief confrontation, the three vehicles of the other side had stopped less than ten meters away from Bourne. Because they were not bulletproof vehicles, the gunmen and drivers in the two vehicles in the front were mostly killed, and one or two were still alive.

Bourne was shooting at the fish that had been caught in the net one by one with his double pistols with reloaded magazines. Similarly, he held his head high with his hands stretched out to both sides, as if he was embracing nature with his arms open, but the double pistols in his hands kept spitting out bullets, reaping the lives of the men in black like the god of death.

At this time, only the second car on the left, which was also the last of the four cars, still had several gunmen resisting stubbornly.

Bourne fired a few shots at the car with the TEC-9 in his left hand, but only a few sparks flew on the car without breaking its defense. The car's doors and hood were actually equipped with steel plates!

No wonder this car was left at the end, it seems there is a little boss in the car!

Silver-Eagle monster, kill him!

After making sure that there were no other living people except this car, Bourne simply held the TEC-9 in one hand and fired continuously at the last car, suppressing the three opposing gunmen so that they dared not show their heads.

While shooting, he walked towards that direction slowly, aiming the M1911 in his right hand at the glass of the opponent's driver's seat and firing three shots in a row.

All three shots hit the same spot. The first two bullets left a small hole in the bulletproof glass, and the last bullet passed through the hole and penetrated into the chest of the driver who was about to reverse, killing him.

At this time, the only three people left in the car were already scared out of their wits. They closed the door, squeezed into the back seat, and stood guard nervously with guns in hand, as if the bulletproof car of the boss's nephew could protect them.

Bourne threw away the TEC-9 with an empty magazine, raised his right hand, and in everyone's puzzled eyes, fired several shots at a concrete beam on the roof of the car.

The bullet hit the concrete beam and bounced off, shooting into the car through the BMW's wide-open sunroof, causing the three people inside to scream in pain.

This is not finished.

Bourne passed by the first BMW, pulled out a Mossberg M500 from the car, loaded it with bullets, jumped onto the hood of the BMW, and stuffed the barrel into the gap of the sunroof before it was closed.

Then, in front of the horrified eyes of the people in the car, he ran out of bullets.

"Boom, boom, boom——"

Listening to the dull gunshots coming from the last BMW in the distance, and then looking at the unrestrained figure standing on the roof of the car, the two girls, one big and one small in the red Porsche 944, all had one word in their minds - thugs in suits.

Both of them showed shocked expressions on their faces at the same time. The difference was that Emily was excited, while Samantha was really solemn. She said to Emily:

"Emily, you know, serial killers are generally mentally unstable. They kill people because they can't suppress their urge to kill. So, that person is very dangerous, understand?"

Emily also put down her hands, thinking seriously for a moment, and asked, "Samantha, other than self-defense like that man, why did you kill those people? Was it for money?"

Samantha didn't know how many times she was speechless after being asked this question tonight. In the end, she could only reluctantly explain:

"This is too complicated. I can't explain it. You know, I didn't even graduate from junior high school..."

Before she finished speaking, Samantha quickly lowered her voice and whispered, "Don't talk, that guy is coming, let me deal with him later."

After waking up from the frenzy of killing, Bourne found himself standing on the roof of a BMW. If he had not stopped his innate "madness" in time, he would have stopped the car and performed a classic dance to express his joy.

After jumping down from the roof of the car, Bourne's legs and feet were still shaking a little, not because of fear of heights, but because of the lingering madness, which made him want to do a ballet or a Slavic war dance.

Bourne felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of performing a solo ballet dance at the massacre scene in the empty basement, not to mention that in a car not far away, there were two ladies, one big and one small, staring at the place without blinking.

Damn, this talent has some serious side effects. Next time I activate it, I must pay attention to whether there are any witnesses around, otherwise I will be killed in minutes.

Bourne tried his best to control his legs and walked towards the Porsche 944 where the two women were with a normal pace. Little did he know that his strange movements made Bourne more noticeable in the hearts of the two women.

He put the gun back on his waist, knocked on the window of the Porsche 944, and faced the smiling faces of the two ladies who appeared when the window was rolled down, and Bourne smiled back.

"Ma'am, could you please come down and talk? I think I have the right to know the details of this matter!"