I'm a spy in the film

Perhaps because he could see that David was in a bad mood, Bourne didn't know what to say.

When we meet by chance, it is enough to say hello and show concern. As for people, it is best to keep a distance.

After wishing the other party good luck, Bourne left and drove his car further south.

Don't be in a hurry. According to the travel guide, there are several small towns along the way before arriving in Nuevo Laredo, and the local food is very good.

As the orthodox descendant of the Celestial Foodie Empire, this is something you absolutely cannot miss.

So, in the next three towns, Bourne would go into a restaurant to sit down and taste the local specialties.

I have to say that the food in Mexico does have a special flavor, and chili is indispensable in the dishes here.

Noodles, desserts, barbecue, as long as it is still edible, Bourne will devour it.

After all, he had consumed too much energy last night and had to overdraw some of his life energy to successfully make Brenda beg for mercy. Now, it was time for him to replenish his energy.

He spent more than an hour eating. It had been a long time since the restaurant owner had met a customer who loved his food so much. He used his best skills again and again, serving Bourne food in a continuous stream, and the portions were quite large.

Just like that, when Bourne was sitting in the driver's seat, rubbing his stomach and loosening his seat belt, a motorhome with a very familiar appearance whizzed past him.

Isn't this the RV called the Millers?

How come they drive so fast?

And this direction is not towards Nuevo Laredo, but, it is going back?

What happened?

Before Bourne could start the car, two green convertible Hummers rushed out and chased after the Miller family's RV.

This is a drug dealer?

Bourne saw clearly that among the people sitting in the Hummer, except for a man with a ramen head who was wearing a suit and looked like a serious person, the others were shirtless and wearing vests, with tattoos all over their skin. The most important thing was that they all had guns in their hands.

Oops!

This cannot be ignored.

Bourne immediately started the car and followed.

However, he chased on the road for a long time but still couldn't catch up.

This is impossible!

Bourne recalled that when he just left the town, there was a fork in the road. He didn't know where it led to. Maybe the other party took that road?

Thinking of this, Bourne quickly changed direction.

Sure enough, on that fork in the road, we found the tracks of three cars.

This is it, Bourne continued his pursuit.

This fork in the road was not long. After driving for only a few minutes, we turned into another road.

On the road, yellow wheel marks are clearly visible, with a large truck and two small cars extending into the distance.

Bourne did not act rashly this time because those guys all had guns.

So he slowed down the car, rolled down all the windows, and stared straight ahead.

Not long after, he heard a burst of gunfire coming from the front.

"Da da da"

Bourne's heart tightened. He had already seen three RVs and two Hummers parked on the road ahead. A guy holding an AK was standing on the back seat of the Hummer, with the barrel of the AK pointing to the sky.

He was the one who fired the shot just now.

The guy heard some noise behind him, turned his head, and saw a car slowly approaching him.

The guy grinned, and Bourne suddenly felt a sense of crisis enveloping his whole body.

Oh no, this guy is going to shoot!

Bourne lowered his head without hesitation and huddled his whole body under the steering wheel. The next second, several bullets hit the windshield and the hood, making crackling sounds.

Shoot without even asking?

Drug dealers are really inhumane!

Bourne also became ruthless and stepped on the accelerator. The engine roared and the wheels rubbed against the ground violently, emitting billowing black smoke.

The vehicle rushed forward like a wild horse and slammed into the Hummer with a loud "bang".

The Hummer was hit and rolled over on the road. The guy who shot Bourne was thrown out the moment he was hit and hit a big tree on the side of the road. His life or death is unknown.

This sudden scene stunned the three families and seven drug dealers present.

Just when everyone was still in shock, a figure came over.

The man quickly approached a drug dealer standing outside, grabbed his head with both hands, and broke the man's neck with a snap.

Without waiting for the drug dealer's body to fall, the man quickly took the Glock from the other's hand and started shooting.

"Bang, bang, bang."

The gunshots continued, and with each shot, a person fell to the ground.

In just a dozen seconds, the members of the three families at the scene felt like they had spent a long year.

It was not until Bourne had restocked the guns of every drug dealer on the ground and tied up the hands of a man in a suit with a ramen-like haircut that they gradually came to themselves from their trance.

The first person to react was Mr. Fitzgerald, who was from the DEA. Although he was now in charge of behind-the-scenes work in the office, he had experienced this kind of gunfight scene many times.

Moreover, when they were caught by Instant Noodles and his gang, he was the only one who recognized that the other party was Pablo Chacon, the drug lord wanted by the Mexican police.

As the DEA, Mr. Fitzgerald had long been aware of the possibility of being caught by drug dealers, but his wife and daughter were innocent, so other than remaining silent and listening to Pablo Chacon vent his anger at the family, he was always looking for an opportunity.

Now this opportunity came too suddenly and too violently, so violently that it directly killed all the drug dealers.

They are saved!

"FBI!"

Taking control of the situation, Bourne stood up, flashed his ID, and shouted.

Mr. Fitzgerald walked over quickly, put his arm around Bourne, and thanked him, "Thank you, Supervisor Bourne."

He went on to say, "This guy is Pablo Chacon, who the Mexican police want to catch. He wants to catch the Miller family, saying that they stole his goods. The pastor and his family and I were passing by here and were stopped."

Bourne looked at Mr. Miller, who was still in shock. He raised his hands with an innocent look on his face and said aggrievedly, "I just came here to pick up a batch of goods. I didn't know that my boss had cheated me of this batch of goods. I was also kept in the dark!"

Along with him, Mr. Miller's wife/daughter/son all raised their hands, with an expression that showed they surrendered and would obey orders without any resistance.

Very good, this attitude of the hostages is very American!

Bourne didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He tucked his gun into his waist, waved his hand to signal everyone to put their hands down, and said: "This is Xi Moge. I don't have the power to enforce the law. As long as you don't endanger the lives and property of American citizens and don't break the law, I won't care."

"However," he pointed to the Miller family's RV and said seriously, "Mr. Miller, if you want to send the drugs in the car into the United States, my colleague from the DEA and I will not sit idly by."

"On the contrary, if you are willing to help us and use this evidence to catch your boss behind the scenes, then not only will you be innocent, but you will also receive a large bonus."

"Yes."

Mr. Fitzgerald continued, "You also have a share of the credit for capturing this drug lord. There is also a reward. As long as you cooperate, I promise that you will be fine. Even if not for yourself, you have to consider your wife and children!"

Hearing this, the happy smiles on the Miller family's faces suddenly turned awkward.