I'm a spy in the film

Bourne frowned. The other party was not the small gang founded by Phoenix's parents, but one of the largest gangs in Detroit. If they dealt with this group of people, there would be the next group. If the problem was not solved at the source, the subsequent pursuit would be endless.

In addition, even if the bear man is dealt with, there is still Samantha's original company, Firm.

This is a company that produces arms. Their flagship product is a firearm with a fingerprint recognition system. Although this company is not big, it is also a local giant in Detroit.

Samantha lost their valuable bearer bonds, and this company will definitely not let Samantha go unless Samantha compensates the Firm for its losses.

However, if it were that simple, Samantha would not have broken up with the Firm. As for the bonds in her car...she had picked them up with her own ability. Why should she return them?

At this time, bursts of women's crying came from the secret door on the steps of the library. It was Emily. She had been held hostage by the man with ramen hair. Just now, the man was kicked down by Bourne, and she took the opportunity to run back.

What a clever little girl!

Bourne admired in his heart, kicked the strong man unconscious with his side kick, and ran quickly to the stairs where there was a secret door, and Emily ran into it.

Entering the secret door, there turned out to be a dark room of considerable size. The dark room was divided into two rooms, the outer dark room was where Bourne was now.

There is another room inside, which is even larger. In the middle of the room is a Volkswagen T1 van with a blue primer and a white roof. On top of the roof is a six-barreled Gatling gun, with the muzzle pointing directly at the door.

Uh, this shape is very unique!

Bourne complained in his heart, but that didn't stop him from shouting at the door:

“Samantha, are you there?”

Instead of hearing Samantha's emotionless voice, an old female voice sounded angry:

"Who dares to come here and make trouble?"

Another female voice that also looked a little old continued, "It seems that the lesson I just gave them was not enough. I must break their bones now to avenge Mathilde!"

As they were talking, two women rushed out.

The first person to rush out was an old Asian lady, probably in her 50s, wearing a green vest, trousers, and shiny leather shoes. She raised her foot and kicked Bourne in the chest.

Just as the kick was about to hit Bourne, the old lady suddenly changed her move, from a straight kick to a sideways kick, and the tip of her leather shoe stabbed straight into the side of Bourne's neck like a dagger.

Bourne smiled lightly, stepped forward, and blocked the old lady's kick with his left hand. At the same time, he turned his left foot slightly inward, as if he was about to kick the opponent's calf forward, forcing the opponent to quickly retract his leg.

However, the old lady reacted quickly. Almost at the same time as she retracted her right leg, her left leg kicked out like lightning.

If she had reserved a third of her strength just now, her output would have been 120% now.

The old lady's left leg was not as strong as her right leg, but it was faster and more ruthless. In the blink of an eye, she kicked out more than a dozen times, all aimed at Bourne's waist, kidneys, and lower crotch. Although these parts were not fatal, they could still make a person lose his fighting ability in an instant.

But Bourne didn't even blink, and blocked all the opponent's attacks with his left hand alone, and every time Bourne's left hand blocked the attack, it hit the Asian old lady's ankle.

This posture was like an old lady kicking Bourne's hand on her own initiative.

Finally, after being chopped on the ankle by Bourne again, the old lady twisted her body and took two steps back, just in time to block her companions behind her. She asked Bourne:

"Pujiezi, where did you learn your spring kick?"

Bourne was also surprised: "How can you tell that this is a spring leg?"

Since Bourne's leg skills reached the integration level, this is the first time that people can see that he has a master. However, Bourne does not care. After all, Kung Fu is learned to be used for fighting. It doesn't matter if he is recognized. As long as the opponent can't block it, that's enough!

"Humph!"

The old lady snorted arrogantly and did not answer Bourne's words, but she also stopped an old African-American lady behind her who was the same age as her and was wearing a gray-blue suit.

The old lady just picked up an iron chain and wanted to attack Bourne together, but she didn't expect that the Asian old lady retreated too quickly and blocked her.

"Who is your master?" the old Asian lady asked Bourne seriously.

As she spoke, she straightened her messy clothes, performed a standard fist-holding salute, and introduced herself:

"Emei, Yu Xiuqiong!"

She spoke these words in the Celestial language, with a somewhat awkward tone, but Bourne had no choice but to do the same, clasping his fists and answering in a clear and articulate voice:

"Bounce kick, Lee Bowen!"

Yu Xiuqiong was somewhat surprised that Bourne spoke Chinese so standardly, even more proficiently than herself, a foreign Chinese who grew up in China and practiced martial arts.

So, she sighed and said, "I never thought that there are foreigners who have mastered Chinese Kung Fu to such a high level. Young man, you speak Chinese very well. If it were normal times, I might have communicated with you more. Unfortunately..."

As she spoke, Yu Xiuqiong's eyes became stern and her tone became unfriendly: "It's a pity that you have become a lackey of the Mao Bear Man. My friend Mathilde's revenge must be avenged!"

"and many more!"

Bourne shouted loudly, shocking the two old ladies, Yiya and Yifei, who were about to attack again, and said quickly: "I am not in the same group with those people! I have knocked down that group of people, right at the entrance of the hall. If you don't believe me, go and see! I am here to find Samantha, I am her... uh"

Bourne was at a loss for words and didn't know how to describe his relationship with Samantha.

"It's true, he's my friend!"

Samantha finally showed up. She stepped out from the inner door and still looked at Bourne with her signature blank eyes.

Bourne breathed a sigh of relief. Although he did not think that the women in front of him could pose any threat to him, as for beating women, it was better not to do it if possible.

"Samantha, the safe house you mentioned..." Bourne said. The purpose of his coming here was to find a safe temporary residence for Norman and the other two.

"There is no safe house anymore. We have to leave here soon. The people who were chasing me have been here before, and a few of them escaped. They will definitely bring people here soon."

Samantha said in a daze, her tone calm, but in order to dispel Bourne's idea, she emphasized: "A large number of people! A large number of people from the two largest underground forces in Detroit!"

Samantha looked back at Aunt Mathilde, whose chest was bleeding, and then turned to Bourne, showing her second expression of the night, a miserable smile, and said:

"I'm sorry, I can't do what I promised you before. I'm going to be a person who doesn't keep my word like my mother."

As soon as she finished speaking, a female voice that sounded very similar to hers, but a little older, rang out: "Why would I break my promise? I have always been protecting you!"

The speaker was a tall, middle-aged woman in a khaki windbreaker who turned out from behind the door, stood next to Samantha and yelled at her.

Samantha was not to be outdone and retorted, "If what you mean by guarding is hiding in a tree hole and spying, then you did it!"

Woman in trench coat: "I'm your mother!"

Samantha: "My mom died when she left me alone fifteen years ago!"

Trench Coat Woman: "When did you make friends? Why didn't I know?"

Samantha: "What business is it of yours who I keep as friends? Do I need your approval for everything I do?"

……

Bourne was speechless. He didn't know how things had developed to this point, and suddenly he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, the woman in the windbreaker left Samantha and walked straight up to Bourne, looking at him carefully, like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law. That look made Bourne's scalp tingle.

You know, tonight Bourne had faced hundreds of bearer bonds, killed three cars of armed gangster killers, and eliminated countless dark forces, but he had never been nervous. But now, he was nervous!

However, why does this woman in the windbreaker, Samantha's mother, look familiar?