I'm a spy in the film

Following Zack's line of sight, I saw a blue BMW supercar parked in front of a house on the street.

Supercars are not rare in New York, but what is rare is that the people washing the supercars are four young hot girls with figures comparable to supermodels. They are only wearing bikinis and don't care at all about their hot bodies being stared at by all kinds of eyes by the men passing by!

What's even more rare is that these four hot girls are not just putting on a show, but are really washing the car seriously! Bourne, who has been helping his father wash cars since he was a child, can naturally see this.

"Which car wash employee is this? I've decided, I want to become a permanent member of their company!" Zack was still reluctant to leave even after the car drove a long way away.

"Is there such a door-to-door car wash service in New York?" Bourne was surprised. Is the car wash business so competitive now?

"Of course, car wash girls are a New York specialty!" Zach said affirmatively, "I'll check when I get back. I should have asked such professionals to wash my Ford long ago instead of just flushing it with a broken water pipe. Don't worry, I'll try it out. If it works, I'll recommend it to you!"

"If there is, please give me the contact information. Or after we finish our patrol, we can go to the one we just visited and ask them the name of the car wash company they hired?" Bourne was reluctant. He just wanted to better understand the local customs of New York, and he was not after beauty.

"Yeah!" Zach slapped the steering wheel and said excitedly, "I'll go ask when we pass that street again. Haha, Bourne, you're really smart!"

"Uh, I think we should focus on patrol. It won't be too late to go after get off work!"

"It's actually nothing serious. This time it's probably just false information and all the work is in vain. Even if the robbers really do start, relying on the Bronx police... hehe!" Zack waved his hand nonchalantly.

Bourne was confused and asked, "What do you mean? The Bronx police officers don't want to make a contribution? If a betting station is robbed in their area, it won't look good for the local police station, right?"

"Well, Frawley is very capable. His words are more effective in the Bronx than those of the local police. If the case is solved, we will get most of the credit. What credit can these working police officers get? They have worked hard, but they took the opportunity to do some private work. I just saw an NYPD weeding a flower bed. You saw it, right? This is the reality of the Bronx."

Zack spoke with certainty, turned the steering wheel and turned the car onto a remote one-way street.

"And this," Zach pointed to a NYPD officer carrying a large black bag on the sidewalk and said:

"The court is over there, but he's walking back? He's just slacking off. It's a pity that those of us who came to help have to patrol honestly, but the people themselves don't care. It seems that this intelligence is undoubtedly false. Alas!"

Bourne also noticed that the white policeman, wearing a black uniform, a police hat and sunglasses, and carrying a weapons bag, was walking in the opposite direction of them.

"Stop the car, Zack, something is wrong, be careful!"

Before the car stopped, Bourne had already opened the door. Just like in the movies, he took out his ID with his left hand, reached behind his waist with his right hand, grasped the handle of the gun, and walked quickly towards the policeman.

"Hey, officer, wait a minute, I'm from the FBI, may I ask you... what the hell!"

Before he could finish his question, the policeman walking in front suddenly turned around, holding a Tec-9 in his hand, and fired a volley of bullets towards this side.

Bourne yelled "Oh no!" and dodged sideways to hide behind a car. While the car blocked the other party's sight, he rolled over and drilled through the green belt next to him. He lay under the roadbed, not daring to move. Although a little embarrassed, he was safe. He didn't expect that in one day, he actually drilled through the green belt twice. The first time he did it voluntarily, but this time, he was forced!

"Da da da, da da da!"

The fake policeman with the backpack was a ruthless man with good psychological quality and good shooting skills. After he shot and forced Bourne back, he did not stop, but turned back and continued shooting, as if he wanted to hunt Bourne to death.

However, when he arrived at the car where Bourne had originally hidden, he found that Bourne had disappeared without a trace.

The fake policeman looked around angrily, but didn't see anyone. Angrily, he fired indiscriminately at the green belt in front and the vehicles parked around it. The bullets made the branches and leaves of the green belt fly everywhere and hit Bourne all over.

Zack was also hit by half a magazine of bullets in the car. Fortunately, he fell on the passenger seat in time and was only covered with broken glass on his head and body. However, the hood of the car was riddled with bullet holes, and there was not a single piece of window glass left!

"It's over. If Lina knows what I did to her car, she will definitely kill me!"

Zach held his head, his heart bleeding. How many times has this happened? Every time he borrows a car, something goes wrong. God doesn't want him to save money!

"Fuck you!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Seeing that there were no more bullets coming, Zack suddenly straightened up with courage from somewhere. Without the obstruction of the windshield, he fired a few random shots at the front of the Glock in his hand, scaring the fake policeman so much that he quickly shrank his neck and crouched, no longer daring to stand in the middle of the road and shoot recklessly like he did just now.

"Bang", another gunshot was heard, and the bullet flew past the fake policeman's hat, making the fake policeman break out in a cold sweat. It turned out to be Bourne. While the fake policeman's attention was attracted by Zack, he quickly ran behind a car and shot the fake policeman in the back. If the fake policeman had not squatted down, he would have been lying down by now.

"Zach, how are you?" Bourne yelled.

"I'm fine. Let's go catch that son of a bitch first! My car! Avenge my car!" Zack shouted angrily in the car, but he didn't dare to get up.

"Da da da", "Da da da".

The fake police fired a burst of bullets in the direction of the two men's voices. The two men quickly lay down again, their lives were at stake.

"Click, click" the sound of bullet jamming came from the other side.

"good chance!"

"do not go."

"boom"

"oops!"

"He has a pistol, too!"

Bourne looked speechlessly at Zack, who was sitting on the ground, holding his bleeding arm and looking at him resentfully. His eyes seemed to be saying, "Why didn't you say it earlier? Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Sure enough, after firing a few shots, no more gunshots were heard. Bourne picked up a larger piece of broken glass on the ground and used reflection to observe carefully, and found that the fake policeman had already started to flee.

Shit, you still want to run? You want to compete with me in running? I'll let you run first for ten seconds!

Bourne thought so in his heart, but he had no intention of letting the other party go.

He leaped across the green belt with one step, his legs moving like the wind, and caught up with the fake policeman in a few breaths. Suddenly he jumped into the air and kicked forward, hitting the man in front of him in the back with his right foot, knocking him to the ground. He slid forward two meters on the smooth ground, and for a moment he was too weak to get up.

Bourne quickly followed, first kicking the fake policeman's dropped pistol away, then slowly approached with the gun in both hands, the muzzle of the gun in his hand never leaving the fake policeman's head, and shouted:

"Get down on the ground and let me see your hands!"

Although he was very reluctant, the fake policeman still lay on the ground and slowly spread out his hands and feet, looking cooperative.

"Where is your accomplice? Where is he? Where is the money you stole? Where did you hide it?"

Zach ran over breathlessly and was about to praise Bourne for his skill, but when he heard Bourne's question, he looked at the backpack on the ground in surprise:

"He has an accomplice? Isn't the money in the bag?"

Bourne didn't answer Zack, but just stared at the fake policeman.

"Hmph!" Although the fake policeman was lying there with his face flat on the ground in a very ungraceful manner, his expression was still disdainful.

Zack walked over and opened the travel bag that had fallen to the side, and sure enough, there were only rolls of toilet paper inside.

"You don't want to tell me? You think I don't know?" Bourne sneered.

"Your accomplice is an adult white male, between 30 and 40 years old, six feet tall, with a square face, a beard, and wearing a police uniform. He should be on the street nearby. If I call the center now, he will most likely not be able to escape.

Or we just need to investigate those who are close to you and meet the above characteristics. His wanted poster will soon appear on the big screen at the station or airport. Do you want to give it a try?"

"OK, OK, I told you, I hid the money in a trash can, I'll take you to find it!" The fake policeman on the ground wanted to raise his head to look at Bourne, but the angry Zack pressed his knee against his back, so he couldn't raise his head at all.

"You are a man of honor, but it only delays you for a dozen minutes!"

After handcuffing the fake policeman, Bourne and Zack took him to retrieve the money hidden in a roadside trash can. Although the bag was not opened, the experienced Zack knew that the bag weighed at least 40 kilograms. No wonder it was hidden. Otherwise, with so many policemen surrounding it, it would be impossible for a person walking around with an 80-kilogram bag to escape.