I'm a spy in the film

When Doreto walked away, he was visibly staggering.

It can be seen that he was greatly shocked.

Haha, Bourne laughed in his heart.

In his previous life, Bourne had seen trailers for the "Fast and Furious" series.

This big bald guy acts cool in all kinds of ways, driving a car and jumping off a building, a bridge, a cliff, and an airplane, and he is still unharmed. He even uses a car repair wrench to hit Jason Statham on the bald head. He is really a tough guy.

I didn't expect that I would be so disturbed by a possible photo.

But it’s better this way. This is the real world, not a movie. Toledo is not blessed with any halo, so it’s better to be careful in everything.

Although the actor who played this guy in the previous life was a hypocrite, in the movie, Doretto's image is still quite decent. It's not a bad thing to be able to survive and bring some trouble to the bad guys.

Doretto left and Bourne was temporarily free.

By booking a luxury suite in the best hotel near the Metropolitan Cathedral, Byrne began his leisurely life in Rio.

Every day I exercise in the morning, wander around the city in the afternoon, and continue exercising in the evening.

It was not until three days later, after dinner, that Bourne received a call from Doretto.

"Did you commit the robbery in Rebrow?" Bourne asked first.

"Yes," Doretto was a little surprised, "I didn't expect you to be so well-informed?"

"No, Hobbs told me. He said it was definitely you who did it."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and Doretto explained:

"We burned all the cash that Reyes had in that place and forced him to collect all the money and the chips."

"Well, it seems you have succeeded. One of Hobbs' team members has been invited to the police station as a security consultant. They said that the police station's treasury has been requisitioned."

"Haha, for these drug dealers, money is their life!" Doreto said disdainfully.

"What do you want from me?"

"My team is all here. Could you please come and test it tonight, give them some guidance, and give them some confidence?"

"Who are they?"

"Someone you can definitely trust!" Doretto said confidently:

"My team is more about quality than quantity: except for Brian and Mia, both of them were trained by me, and they have no problem with driving or reacting to emergencies. In addition to the three of us, there are six more people. If you are included, we will have 10 people."

"No, no, no, I'm just an off-field support at best. Tell me about your plan."

“First, the versatile Han, an Asian, good at driving, tight-lipped, responsible for gathering intelligence;

Secondly, Pierce Roman, unlike his useless brother, in addition to his driving skills, he is also very good at talking nonsense, and there are some jobs that only he can do, such as going deep into the enemy's interior;

Third, we need to avoid camera surveillance for this operation, so I found an electronics expert who is responsible for technical support and has good driving skills;

Also, Explosion, they are two brothers, they are unskilled, if it is convenient, please give them some guidance, I don't want to cause a big mess here;

Finally, there is one more person..."

At this point, Doretto hesitated, but in order to be honest, he continued:

"She's a woman. She's very skilled in both physical and driving skills, and her experience is absolutely fine. But I always feel like there's something wrong with her. Can you help me focus on it?"

"she?"

"Yes, she is an all-round player. We need such a person in our plan. I have no choice."

"Okay, time and place."

"Tonight, we will participate in an underground car race. The goal is to win a few cars. I will do some tricks on the cars, and you can come and beat them. Then I will say that we will find a place to compete again. At that time, we will be in the suburbs of Rio..."

"Your trick isn't fatal, is it?" Bourne asked with some concern. He didn't want these people to die before they could accomplish their mission.

"Haha, you should have more confidence in me." Toledo laughed and hung up the phone.

……

Five hours later.

Southwest of Rio, Taquara Mountain, Tijuca Peak.

At the foot of the mountain, at a wider intersection on the ring road, five cars were lined up horizontally in a row.

The roar of the motor made the silent road tremble;

The car lights came on brightly, illuminating the darkness ahead on the road.

The five cars from left to right are:

White Honda NSX-R, yellow Chevrolet Corvette Grand Spor, royal blue Porsche GT3, dark blue Ford GT40, and the black Dodge Challenger on the far right.

Today these five cars gathered here to race, to see who is better and to bet their fortunes.

The car windows were all rolled down, and the drivers in the five cars were of different genders.

In the white Honda was an Asian man with long hair and a defiant look in his eyes.

Chevrolet Corvette is a beautiful young woman with hair in a ponytail, in her early 20s, wearing a burgundy leather jacket. Although only half of her body can be seen, she looks heroic.

At this time, she was staring in one direction and didn't notice the Asian man in the car on the left glancing at her from time to time.

In the black Dodge on the far right is a Latino man with dreadlocks. He looks a little nervous and keeps wiping the sweat off his hands on the steering wheel.

To his left, a bald black man never stopped talking. If you listened carefully, you could hear him either singing rupa or talking trash. His target was naturally the driver of the Porsche GT3 in the middle of the five cars.

A man racing on a winding mountain road in the dark night wearing a dark full-face helmet.

This man was Bourne.

The purpose of wearing a helmet is to conceal one's identity.

After he wins the race later, he will use this identity to "attack" his racing opponents, and even those who are watching through surveillance cameras outside the venue will not be able to escape.

The fireworks on the ground in front of the five cars burned out as the fuse came to an end. A fiery red meteor rose from the ground, rushed straight into the sky, and exploded into a brilliant spark.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom -"

Five cars rushed out almost at the same time.

They say they were running at the same time, but if you look closely at the replay, the Porsche GT3 in the middle is still a little faster.

This line is the natural moat.

No matter how the four cars fought, coordinated, or collided, it was of no use.

The Porsche GT3 is like a blue ghost, running back and forth on the undulating mountain road.

The drifting and drifting were a series of movements that were extremely smooth, without any drag. Under the reflection of the dark night, there was not a trace of worldly air, which also made the four rivals that were following closely behind lose their temper.

"Where did this guy come from? Is there a driver like this in Rio?"

The bald black man Roman was driving a Ford GT40 and was following the closest. His mouth was like a firing machine gun, and he kept complaining. He harassed his companions through the intercom on the control panel: