I'm a spy in the film

As the last gangster fell, although Bourne did not move forward, he was confident in his marksmanship and a little bit of confidence in the laws of physics in this world. He believed that the other party should be dead.

Just in case, which was also a habit developed from many training sessions, Bourne still pointed the gun in his right hand at the robber, and took out the dagger he carried with his left hand, cut the seat belt wrapped around the unconscious police officer in the car, dragged out the tall police officer with blood on his face, and laid him flat on the ground behind the police car.

After doing all this, Bourne waved back and shouted, "The gangster has been knocked down, come and save him!"

Several NYPD detectives who had been unable to contain themselves stood up and called on their companions who were shooting outside to stop. At the same time, they split into several groups, some ran towards the black detective on the green belt, more ran towards Bourne, and a few cautiously moved towards the two gangsters lying dead on the ground not far away.

It's not the NYPD's fault for being slow to react. It's just that less than ten seconds passed from the time Bourne shot the first robber to the time the second robber fell to the ground and died. The robbers were blocked by a large number of obstacle vehicles and trees. The NYPD who were farther behind couldn't see what was happening in front of them. They had just received a message from their colleagues in front, and to cover Bourne, they had been shooting at the vehicle where the robbers were, until they were stopped again by their colleagues in front, and then they came forward to check.

"Call an ambulance! Henry is dying!"

A female police officer squatted beside the injured black policeman and spoke in a crying voice.

"Go check those two guys and see if they have any 'three lives' left. Give them to Henry first!"

An old police officer with gray hair said calmly.

Someone had already run to the place where the criminals fell and to the car they were driving to search. After a while, a black female police officer hurried back holding an injection with the word "37th" printed on it.

The old policeman took the injection and saw the pure blue color. He felt relieved. He squeezed a drop on the tip of his index finger and sniffed it carefully. He said affirmatively:

"That's it, that's right. Give Jones the injection. He should be able to hold on until the ambulance arrives!"

"How's McGregor?" someone asked.

"McGregor is fine. The FBI dragged him out of the car. He only had a scratch on his head. He is unconscious now, but his breathing and heartbeat are stable!"

"Thank God! By the way, what's the agent's name and why is he gone?"

"That's right, that's right, he was here just now, where is he now?!"

The FBI agent Bourne they were talking about had quietly returned to the original hidden location of the fourth team. The bandits had been dealt with, and he still had to return to the team. He just didn't know what impact this rash action would have on him!

However, seeing the hostages being taken out of the bank with tears in their eyes and the NYPD officers cleaning up the scene with smiles on their faces, a sense of satisfaction called self-realization filled Bourne's chest.

Although it was not his first time to save someone, this time he did it as a law enforcer, in front of everyone, taking great risks, and finally succeeded! This was not only a recognition of his hard work over the years, but also made him feel like a savior, and a sense of pride arose spontaneously!

This reminded him of Li Bai's poem: Kill two people every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles. When the work is done, leave with a brush of clothes, hiding your body and name.

When you are in a good mood, you will walk briskly.

Bourne returned to the place where he came from in a happy mood. The several cars driven by the team were gone. Only Zack was in a blue car, looking at him through the window with complicated eyes.

Before Bourne could get close, Zack smiled, pushed the door, got out of the car and gave Bourne a big hug.

"Hey, man, you gave us a big surprise and a big scare!" Zack exclaimed.

"I didn't expect it, but seeing that the two brave police officers were in danger of their lives and the criminals were so rampant, I couldn't help it!" Bourne said half-truthfully.

Zack had no intention of delving further into the matter. After all, in this line of work, success or failure determines a hero. Everyone is happy when the case is solved, and any violation of the rules can be said to be an emergency measure. On the contrary, if you accidentally injure yourself or fail, your every move will be analyzed under a microscope, and even the smallest mistake will be magnified countless times. It would be better to tell him about these things when you are more familiar with him. Who hasn't gone through that passionate age!

After Bourne fastened his seat belt, Zack brought his wandering thoughts back to reality, took out a black handbag from his pocket and threw it to Bourne.

"This is specially given to you by Chief Inspector George of the Williamsburg District. To thank you for your help this time, the mess has been cleaned up."

Bourne squeezed the handbag gently, and inside was a cylinder as thick as two fingers, which looked like a small test tube or a syringe used in a hospital.

Zach turned the steering wheel and the car turned around and left the scene. Their fourth team always followed up on major and difficult cases, and only sent two detectives to investigate each time. This time it was an emergency, and they were all dispatched at the request of the local New York police. Since the case was clear and the robbers had been solved, the rest of the process would naturally be followed by the local police. At most, they would keep a file after the case was over.

Seeing Bourne's curious look, Zack showed an envious expression and stopped Bourne from opening it:

"Wait until we get home to check. This kind of thing that can save lives at a critical moment is in great demand on the black market. Now only Superintendent George, the boss and I know that you have this thing, so don't tell anyone else!"

Thinking of the painful expression on the old policeman's face when he injected the injured policeman with Compound No. 37, Bourne probably understood something. In front of Zack, he put the small package into the inner lining pocket of his abdomen, and prepared to go back and ask old man Joe whether this thing had any side effects, and then make a decision. Or, should he let the system analyze it?

Not wanting to dwell on this topic any further, Bourne promptly changed the subject, "So where are we going? Back to the bureau?"

Speaking of this, Zach became excited and said:

"Thanks to you, we're going to the Bronx.

Adam Frawley, the person in charge of the Bronx, received a tip a few days ago that someone wanted to steal the betting money, and tomorrow happens to be the last day of the Yankees' quarterfinals, and also the closing day for sports lottery betting.

In the past few days, he has been borrowing people from everywhere to help with control and stability maintenance, for fear that someone would take advantage of the last two days to cause trouble.

Our leader has been harassed several times, and he was going to send me, but he was still hesitant because he knew I wasn't a good shooter. It just so happened that you came and performed so well this time, so the leader sent the two of us to support!"

As he spoke, his eyebrows danced with joy:

"Hey, Bourne, you know what?

The two robbers we killed today are just little brothers compared to the gangsters in the Bronx. There are the most African-American and Latino gangs there. If the information is true, we will do our part; if it is false, we will just take it as a vacation. The Latin girls in the red-light district are famous far and wide. It is said that many of them are beauty pageant winners and supermodels from South America who come here to make money. We..."

"Case, case!" Seeing that the topic was about to turn to sex, Bourne changed the subject in time.

“Oh, yes, the case.

Frawley has an informant in the Irish gang, who said that a habitual bank robber gang in the gang wants to rob the betting money on the day of the Yankees final, which is tomorrow. This is not a small amount. But the stadium is too big and the surrounding environment is complicated. Their manpower is not enough, and the local police station is also stretched, so our temporary task is patrolling. "

"Why don't we use the police car for patrols? Also, why are we circling outside the stadium instead of going to the stadium and the betting point for patrols?"

Bourne was taken by Zack and first changed into a flashy convertible. After arriving near the Yankees, he did not contact the local police, but continued to drive around. This strange behavior made Bourne very puzzled!

"There are already enough police around the stadium. Our mission is to patrol in plain clothes. Of course, we have to patrol along the stadium and the streets and alleys... Wait, those four hot girls are definitely from South America. Look at their long legs, their curves, their colors. Oh my God, I must write down the house number!"