I'm a spy in the film

After observing for a while, Bourne also felt that it was very difficult:

The two robbers hid behind a money transport truck with extra-thick armor, and there were almost no obstacles within their field of vision of 20 meters; on the other hand, if the police wanted to get to the robbers, they had to first run to several broken-down cars 20 meters away from the robbers, and then run 20 meters under the direct fire of the robbers... This was not an attack, this was suicide!

In fact, the injured black policeman was very close to the bandits. Not far behind him was a one-meter-high green belt, which could roughly block a crouching figure. However, the American police and the FBI did not have the basic skill of crawling. No one could guarantee that they could crawl more than ten meters in this situation without being discovered by the bandits (except the Chinese troops). You must know that the green belt could not block bullets, and Bourne was unwilling to take the risk.

However, when Bourne saw a skateboard dropped by someone while escaping not far away, his eyes lit up.

"Hey, Zach, just a little favor."

"What little favor? Just tell me!"

"A police officer is injured. I don't think he will last long!" Bourne pointed at the unconscious black policeman and said seriously, "We have to save him!"

"Of course. I used to be one of them, so of course I know them best. It's hard work, and the dangers they face are no less than us... But how can we rescue them? The enemy's firepower is too strong, we can't rush over now! We can only wait for the special operations team to come, or wait for the guys on the opposite side to use up their ammunition." Zack also became serious.

"Easy. Just keep an eye on the boss for me. If the boss asks about me, just tell him I went up there! Simple, isn't it?"

"This is easy, leave it to me!"

Zack turned his head and looked at Hank, who was also hiding behind a car in front of him, holding the headset with his hand to contact someone. He patted his chest to make a promise, but when he turned around again, he found that Bourne was gone.

Bourne had already observed the terrain. He walked lightly and, taking advantage of the cover of other vehicles, quickly ran to a car parked at the edge of the green belt. He also brought the skateboard on the ground with him. Then he lay on the skateboard, gently pushed his legs, and moved forward swiftly and smoothly. He soon arrived behind the electric pole with ease.

With the help of the bushes in the green belt, Bourne could see the entire battlefield clearly. He found that he was less than 20 meters away from where the robbers were hiding and shooting, and there were two cars parked in the middle. There was a man lying on the seat in the car closest to the robbers. From here, he could see a hand sticking out from the passenger door. This must be Sheriff McGregor who was trapped while driving to rescue people.

Perhaps it was because the noise when he pushed aside the branches of the bushes to observe was a little too loud, the black police officer actually opened his eyes and looked over here. When he saw Bourne, he was a little surprised. Where did this guy come from?

Bourne made gestures repeatedly, asking the black policeman not to make any noise and to hold on a little longer. The black policeman blinked to show that he understood, and then closed his eyes again to pretend to be dead. However, the constant rolling of his eyeballs under his eyelids showed that the black policeman was very emotional.

Bourne soon discovered that it took about 1 seconds for the two robbers to take turns, which was the time it took for them to pass each other and observe the outside, which would create a visual blind spot. Bourne seized the blind spot and rushed out of the green belt like lightning, leaping forward and rolling, and successfully hid behind the first car before being discovered by the robbers.

After waiting for a while and taking advantage of the time when the other party was changing players, Bourne repeated the same trick and arrived at the police car closest to the bank entrance. He looked quietly and saw a middle-aged man with blood all over his face, lying on the passenger seat unconscious. There was a police badge on the man's chest. He should be Sheriff McGregor as the police officers mentioned.

Bourne put his hand on Sheriff McGregor's wrist and found his pulse was steady, so there was no major problem for the time being.

At this time, the NVPD members who were closer to the periphery finally discovered Bourne. Seeing a young man in FBI uniform approaching so close and the gangsters not noticing it yet, they couldn't help but pin their hopes on him. They plucked up their courage and increased the frequency of their shooting to attract the gangsters' attention and create opportunities for Bourne.

Bourne didn't know all this. He just followed the plan he had planned. He slowly lay down on the ground and quietly observed the front of the armored car where the two gangsters were hiding through the gap between the chassis of the police car and the ground. At the same time, Bourne stretched his right arm flat on the ground, holding the gun in his right hand with the muzzle slightly raised, aiming at the front wheel of the armored car where the gangsters were hiding, waiting for the opportunity.

Although the robbers were only 5 meters away, who would notice the gun barrel sticking out from under the car? Anyway, the two robbers who were in a frenzy did not notice it.

"Tangi, after we finish this battle, it's time for us to leave!"

The speaker was Larry, a tall man who had served in the army. He noticed that the police's gunfire outside suddenly became intense, so he leaned out to look. There happened to be a few guys in police hats who were so excited that they actually popped their heads out from behind a police car that was riddled with holes and started shooting at this side. This unusual scene made Larry sober up a little from his endless madness.

"Tangy, did you hear me? The cops' support is coming soon, we should go!"

However, Tangji did not answer his question, but just shouted: "Switch". Larry reflexively took a step forward and continued to fire to maintain suppression, while Tangji took the opportunity to withdraw and change the magazine.

After firing several bursts of shots, Larry couldn't help but turn his head and talk to his companions about retreat again:

"Tangi, shoot two more rounds and we'll retreat from the back door. You use the SAW to cover us! If the enemy dares to chase us, blow up that police car and teach them a lesson!..."

However, before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his left ankle, and Larry could not help but let out a long scream of "Ah——". At the same time, his body lost balance and fell forward uncontrollably.

"Oh no, this is bad!" As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, everything went black in front of his eyes, and his body fell to the ground without a sound. Only the bullet hole in his forehead was oozing with a mixture of blood and brain matter, which soon flowed all over the ground.

"What? Larry! Ah! I'm going to kill you--"

The short bandit Tangji saw his accomplices die tragically in front of him. His brain, already crazy due to drug injection, could no longer control his emotions. He dropped the automatic rifle in his hand, turned around, picked up an M240, and howled to avenge his companions.

Bourne had just shot the gangster in the head with two shots, breaking his ankle. He had now changed from lying flat on his back to kneeling on one knee with his hands holding the gun and his arms raised on the hood of the police car, a standard shooting posture. Bourne knew that even if the remaining gangster tried to escape, he would definitely have to retaliate as a deterrent. The unconscious Sheriff McGregor in the car in front of him and the black police officer who was on his last breath under the telephone pole were undoubtedly the best targets for his anger.

He held his breath and waited for the other party to jump out on his own.

Sure enough, just as he assumed the standard shooting posture, a short gangster with a crooked black mask rushed out yelling, holding an M240 general-purpose machine gun in his hands.

This type of machine gun weighs 25 kilograms. It is difficult for ordinary people to maintain a horizontal holding posture, let alone shoot, let alone hand-held shooting, and the accuracy is out of the question.

But perhaps due to the effect of the drugs, the M240 was very stable in the hands of the masked robber. But before he could pull the trigger, "bang!" a bullet pierced his neck, causing him to stagger, but he did not fall down.

Seeing the gangster leaning forward, shaking constantly but not falling, and even looking up, Bourne was immediately scared: What? Are you looking here to find out who made the hole in your neck? Do I have to shoot you again? Sorry, for my safety, you better die!

"bang bang"

Although he said one shot, Bourne decisively fired two more shots. This time he aimed at the eyes on the gangster's mask and shot each eye once.

The bandit stood there in a daze, two streams of blood spurting out from the back of his head. Suddenly, his knees went weak, and he fell to the ground. His body fell forward and he lay on the ground without moving again. A large pool of blood soon formed under his body.