I'm a spy in the film

As the crowd slowly moved forward, they could already see the two bandits who were surrounded clearly.

The gangsters on the opposite side hid in the angle formed by two armored trucks parked diagonally. Two of them took turns, each of them sticking out half of his body to shoot outside. After firing a burst of bullets, they would be replaced by the next one. Their movements were quick and their accuracy was not bad either. The NYPD officers on the periphery were made to shrink back and dare not show their heads easily.

On the other hand, most of the police officers were armed with Glock rifles and shotguns borrowed from a nearby gun store. Their firepower and marksmanship were no match for the criminals.

Bald Hank looked at the gangster who was shot multiple times and bleeding from his thigh, but still laughed and fired at the surrounding police cars. He said with a gloomy face:

"Damn it! The higher-ups won't let us wait until these two drug-addled bastards die of their addiction before we can go up!"

"Number one, number two, have you found your seats?"

"There is a big tree with lush leaves in front of the bank. No. 1 is on the roof of the apartment building opposite it. His vision is blocked, so the success rate of shooting is not high. No. 2 is near him and is also looking for an opportunity to attack. In addition, the other party is wearing a bulletproof vest and a hood. If the shot is not fatal, it is likely to anger him and take it out on the hostages in the bank."

"Never mind, let them find their own opportunity, and we can kill them directly without any notification! What do the HRT people say?"

"It's rush hour now, the traffic is very congested, and it will take them another 20 minutes to get here. However, there is already a three-person team on their way here by helicopter!"

"Damn it, there's always a traffic jam, and it's useless anyway! Are we really going to wait until those two damn guys run out of bullets? Never mind, I'll lead Norton to attack from this side, and Frank, you guys look for opportunities from the other side, no need to leave any alive!"

Hank rubbed his bald head twice and was about to lead his men into battle himself, but his arm was grabbed by a middle-aged man with a sinister face who had been squatting behind him, because he heard the urgent voice of the black girl in the headset.

"Wait, boss. There are reports that the enemy bought armor-piercing bullets on the black market. The bulletproof vests you are wearing will definitely not be able to block them, and the blast-proof shields won't be able to withstand a few hits. If we attack head-on, there will probably be heavy casualties. Don't forget the last time..."

Frank, a burly man with a thick neck next to him, had turned half of his body and turned back. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes expressed a questioning look.

Hank frowned tightly. Suddenly, he saw a familiar head sticking out from behind a car. He was startled and called out:

"Zach, where's Bourne?"

The man who was looking cautiously to the side was Zack. He suddenly heard the leader calling him and subconsciously wanted to stand up, but someone suddenly held his head and made him squat down. Then he was pulled by the arm and brought to Hank. It turned out to be Norton, the captain of the second team.

"Boss, I'm not..."

"Where's that new guy, Bourne? Didn't he follow you? Where is he now?"

"Bourne. Bourne he..." Zack was still hesitating when the gunshots like popping beans in front of him suddenly became sparse, and then the surrounding NYPD began to riot.

"What's going on? What happened?"

Hank asked the question into the intercom without changing his expression, but his voice sounded a little impatient.

However, before the headsets received any news, the team members discovered that the surrounding NYPD officers had already excitedly emerged from behind the police cars where they were hiding, with happy smiles on their faces. Voices were heard from the front:

"Killed, killed, the gangster was shot dead!"

"Call an ambulance quickly, McGregor and Jones are both injured, seriously!"

"What a great shooting skill! Every shot hits the head. Whose men are they? They are so brave!"

"I thought that hitting every target in a gunfight was just bragging, but I didn't expect the FBI to really do it. These FBI agents who came today are really awesome!"

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Hearing the exclamations and thumbs-up from nearby, the members of Team 4 looked at each other. Hank even touched his shiny bald head with a puzzled look. He could only hold the headset to ask Black Girl, but Black Girl didn't know either. She only knew that the two gangsters were indeed shot dead, and she was still investigating the specific circumstances.

Everyone showed a relieved expression. The FBI is just a job, and safety is the best. Who wants to charge forward under the enemy's bullets!

Only Zack carefully and unnoticedly moved his body further back, hiding behind the tall body of Frank from Team 2 who was two meters tall and half a head taller than him, and silently prayed that Team Leader Hank would not remember him.

At this time, a tall, middle-aged white man wearing a neat police uniform and obviously living a life of luxury strode over. When he saw Hank's big bald head shining brightly in the sun, he smiled sincerely, as if he had met a good friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"Hank, I knew it, I was right to call you!"

When he got closer, he opened his arms as if to give him a hug. Hank ducked calmly to avoid the threat and asked with a frown:

"You always say that! What happened? We just arrived and the two robbers were killed?"

The middle-aged police inspector was surprised, "You don't know? It wasn't your people who did it? I saw him wearing the uniform of your fourth group. Is there another group here?" He looked around suspiciously.

"My team members are all here, not yet...wait"

Hank seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly stopped talking. A fake smile appeared on his face, and he laughed.

"Of course it's my man. He's a new guy. I didn't expect it just now! Well, now that it's over, we'll pack up. I'll leave a few people behind to go back to the police station with you. I have something else to do. Let's talk later!"

After saying that, Hank hurriedly led the team back, but before getting in the car, he couldn't wait to call Hei Mei to ask for detailed information.

……

The time goes forward to five minutes ago.

Bourne's mouth twitched as he quietly listened to Zack's introduction of potion No. 37. He hated gambling and drugs. He never touched stimulants or marijuana, and he didn't even smoke. It wasn't because he was a mysophobe, but his father forbade him to smoke, claiming that he would beat him every time he saw him. This didn't quite fit in with the Texas cowboy's habit of chewing tobacco, but it was exactly what Bourne wanted!

While the order was still underway, Bourne checked his bulletproof vest and saw the three big words "FBI" on the front and back of his chest.

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire in front of him, as well as the roar of car engines and the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground. Then, Bourne heard someone shouting urgently:

"Jones was shot, and Sheriff McGregor drove to rescue him and was also shot!"

"Jones is bleeding a lot, McGregor is too close to the robber, everyone please don't hurt him by mistake!"

"The robbers deliberately injured Sheriff McGregor there. They wanted to use him as a human shield! Damn bastards!"

"Oh my god, Jones just got married, and McGregor's wife just had her fourth child, what are they going to do..."

Bourne leaned through the gap between the vehicles and saw a young black policeman sitting under a telephone pole near the green belt. He had his hands covering his abdomen, and blood had dyed the waist of his police uniform red. The man had his eyes closed and his black lips were a little pale. It seemed that he would not be able to hold on for much longer.

As for the other injured sheriff, Bourne was unable to see him for a while due to the obstruction of the vehicle, but this did not hinder his determination to save him. With the concept of "human life is of paramount importance" developed in his previous life and his identity as a law enforcer, Bourne could not watch this innocent life pass away.

Bourne has always been like this. Back then, his ex-girlfriend Serena was an ugly duckling who was often bullied, while Bourne was already a famous star in both study and sports on campus. The two met when they helped each other out for justice...

I'm getting off topic. Bourne is determined to save people, but he is by no means a saint. He can't sacrifice himself to save people. I'm a man who wants to stand on the top of the world, so it's better to be safe now.