I'm a spy in the film

"Night jungle raid. Starts at 10pm." The principal was puzzled. "What does this have to do with Taylor's disappearance?"

Bourne thought: Sure enough, it matches the number, but he said: "I have an idea that needs to be verified. Can you take me to the gun store now?"

"We are looking for people now, not guns! If you can't do it, ask your Chief Lewinster to send someone more powerful."

The principal waved his hand impatiently, as if waving away a fly. If it weren't for the fact that this person knew Mike Banning, he would never have let him get involved in this matter even if he was sent by that crazy woman from the FBI. After all, this matter had a very bad impact on the school.

"Mr. Principal, I seriously suspect that you have committed serious dereliction of duty in the deaths of school staff and the disappearance of students. If you still do this, then I can only report the situation truthfully to the deputy director and ask her to have a good discussion with you in person. Now please cooperate with my work!"

Bourne also unceremoniously used Deputy Director Lewinster's skin. Now time was pressing and he had to eliminate the problem of bullets first. If the blank bullets used in the exercise were replaced with live bullets as Bourne thought, then every student participating in the exercise would be in danger, including his brother Gray. This was something Bourne had to prevent.

At this time, Banning, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke up: "Do you have any clues?"

Bourne nodded. "I found something this afternoon. I have a small idea that needs to be verified."

After that, they both looked at the principal at the same time. The principal's face turned red, and he looked like he was about to explode. But he was secretly complaining in his heart. Mike Banning was easy to deal with. Although he had complicated power relations behind him, he was upright and would only deal with the matter at hand and would not do anything to take advantage of others' misfortune. However, Director Lewinster was much more insidious and very protective of his subordinates. If she caught him, he would be dead or at least suffer a lot.

However, the situation was stronger than the person, and in the end, the principal had to compromise and personally took the two to the armory.

The predecessor of Kent College was a militia fortress. The armory was converted from a former basement. It was surrounded by thick rock walls and had only one passage, which could only be entered through three iron gates. The fences on the gates were welded from steel bars as thick as thumbs.

"There are two sets of keys to the iron gate. One is with me, and the other is with the director of logistics. Without my order, not a single bullet can escape. In the more than 100 years since the school was founded, there has never been an accident!"

The principal opened the last door while mumbling.

He pointed to the neatly arranged guns and ammunition inside the door and said, "Look, there's nothing unusual!"

Bourne ignored him and walked into the armory. Banning followed him, wanting to see what the young FBI agent had found.

In the corridor, Bourne found that the marked breath appeared again. Although the breath was very faint, the system mark was definitely correct. When he entered the armory, the breath became very strong. It seemed that the guy had been here for a long time!

Bourne turned his head and looked at the place where the smell was the strongest. It was a wooden rack for bullets. It was not together with the other bullet racks. There were far fewer bullets on this rack than on the other racks, with only a few rows left.

"Principal, why is that bullet rack placed alone?" Bourne asked, pointing at the rack.

The principal said impatiently, "Those are all paint bullets for drills. They look and weigh almost the same as live ammunition. Of course, they have to be listed out to distinguish them. Any problem?"

Bourne walked up to the shelf, picked up a bullet, and pulled it hard with both hands. The bullet and the shell separated, and the gunpowder inside scattered all over the floor.

Turning around and looking at the stunned principal and the frowning Banning, Bourne said seriously:

"Principal, please explain why the paint bullets you mentioned turned into live bullets? Are you planning to start a massacre during the exercise?"

Twenty minutes later, the three returned to the small meeting room in the restaurant.

Bourne and Banning sat in their chairs and waited quietly, while the principal walked around, sometimes looking at the time on his wrist, and sometimes wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

"Is it really useful for us to wait here?" the principal finally couldn't help asking.

"If the situation is really as you said, then it would be wise for us to wait here. From here, no matter which building on campus we are, it is the closest. If something happens, we will definitely be able to discover it and arrive there in the first place!"

Bourne explained to him patiently.

"Will there be any other accidents during this exercise?" the principal asked with some reluctance. "I mean, if we replace the bullets, will the criminal find out?"

"If your instructor does exactly what I say, it's unlikely he'll be discovered. But I can't guarantee he doesn't have other plans," Byrne said.

At this time, Banning suddenly spoke:

"Although Charles Lee Ray is cunning, he is not good at planning. Instead, he is famous for his cruelty and black witchcraft. In addition, he has always been a loner. Therefore, as long as we keep our footing, we will definitely be able to catch him!"

Bourne admired Mike Banning very much. Even when his godson was captured by an evil murderer, he was able to analyze the situation calmly and make the best choice to save him. If it were him, he would have probably panicked and tried all kinds of methods.

I don’t know how much time passed, but with a whistle outside, the exercise officially began.

The three people in the room stood by the window, watching the young students line up on the dark playground and march towards the hills behind.

When most people on the playground had left, the principal's expression suddenly changed and he said in panic:

"Oh no, I remember that the military academy assistant Brett Shelton applied to me this afternoon for a batch of paint bombs. He said that an elite team from the other side wanted to compete with our school's top team, so he wanted to make some preparations in advance!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Bourne was furious. "It's such an important matter. Now the military exercise has begun and the radio is silent. How can we find them?"

"We have no choice but to split up into two groups now." Banning raised his hand to stop the furious Bourne and quickly made arrangements:

"Bourne, go to the monitoring room to check the Red Army's location, then set out to quickly find the Red Army and check their bullets. Principal, you immediately sign a warrant and have everyone cooperate with Bourne's inspection. I'm here to prevent the other party from luring the tiger away from the mountain."

"Also, Mr. Principal, call a few people you trust to come here. I have something for them to do."

"Okay, okay," the principal agreed repeatedly with more sweat on his forehead. Whether he could survive this crisis depended on the performance of these two people.

Since the safety of his brother Gray's life was at stake, Bourne immediately headed for the monitoring room.