I'm a spy in the film

Behind him were two burly bodyguards in suits.

The show is over, professor, and it's time for us to set off.

However, before Bourne could move, Mr. Bond rushed out and saw Professor Agreement who was about to go down the stairs.

Two shots were fired, and the two bodyguards behind Waldo fell to the ground, each with a bullet hole on his head.

The young lady in the black evening dress rushed up the stairs to catch Waldo, but before she reached the stairs, she was blocked by three men in suits.

The girl in the black evening dress remained calm, quickly took off her high heels, and rushed forward barefoot.

With a flying kick, he kicked a bodyguard in a suit on the throat, causing the man to cover his throat and retreat repeatedly.

Then, without waiting for the two men on both sides to come over, he smashed the bag in his hand to the right. Taking advantage of the other party's opportunity to tilt his head to dodge, he approached like lightning, snatched the gun from the other party's hand, and shot the man opposite with two "bangs".

Then a high knee strike and the sound of chickens and eggs breaking apart almost materialized.

"Pah, pah. Pah, pah."

The young lady quickly and efficiently fired back shots, ensuring that the three enemies were killed.

At this time, Bond had climbed to the second floor, grabbed Waldo's collar, and was about to take him to the balcony window.

As for the local partners of Spectre downstairs, Bond had no interest in even taking a look at them.

"Hey, beautiful, need help?"

Bourne slowly emerged from behind the pillar, with a harmless smile on his face, and said in Spanish:

"Miss, could you please take me home?"

Paloma pointed at herself in surprise, a look of disbelief on her face.

"I, take you, home?"

"Yes," Bourne said with a smile, a little shyly:

"I saw you knock down those guys just now. It's really rare to find a beauty like you who is both beautiful and skilled. If you don't mind, I am willing to hire you as my personal bodyguard at a high price. I am willing to pay double what your previous employer paid!"

"Heh." Paloma glanced at Bourne unhappily.

Well, he looks good, even more handsome than that agent from the British country.

Unfortunately, I work for the US government and you can’t afford to hire me.

"Please don't do this, ma'am. You can ask for anything you want. As long as I can do it..."

Seeing that Paloma didn't speak, Bourne continued chattering.

Because there was a fierce fight going on upstairs, Mr. Bond was fighting one against three. Although he didn't use a gun, his punches hit the flesh. Just by listening to the sound, Bourne knew how painful the punches were.

Tsk tsk, it’s worthy of being called Sunset Empire, it still has some substance. Bond took so many hits but didn’t even make a sound.

If he hadn't undergone some surgery or taken some drugs to suppress his pain nerves, Bourne didn't believe that he could have endured so many blows.

"Ma'am, I don't know your name yet."

Bourne took a few quick steps and then stopped.

Because Paloma picked up an MP7 on the ground with her fair little feet and pointed the muzzle directly at him.

Seeing Bourne's expression change, Paloma sneered in her heart and said, "If you want me to be your personal bodyguard, you can forget about it unless the Pope and the President of the United States give the order at the same time."

After saying that, he left Bourne behind and ran out of the hall.

But when passing by Bourne, he said, "It's dangerous here. Young master like you should leave now!"

He just ran away and disappeared without a trace.

"The Pope and the President? Not impossible."

Bourne muttered something, took out a triangular scarf from his arms, wrapped it around his face, and hurried out.

At this time, there was already a fight outside.

Paloma was on the first floor and Bond was on the second floor, exchanging fire with a dozen black-clad bodyguards in several cars in the middle of the street.

On the second floor across the street, a woman in a black tight bodysuit and a black face was hiding behind a railing. She also pulled out a gun and aimed at the black-clad bodyguards in the middle of the road.

Bond actually has an accomplice.

Look at Sunset Empire, the agents are treated well and their companions are all beautiful women.

You ask how can you tell that she is a beauty if she is wearing black clothes and has a dark face?

Nonsense, the headlights are so big and so flexible, if not a beauty, then what is she?

There was a chaotic fight with the sound of "Ping Pong Pong".

Although the beautiful woman in black took away three or four black-clad bodyguards in a sneak attack, the situation did not improve.

The fighting will of these black-clad bodyguards was very strong and their combat skills were very sophisticated. They immediately split into two teams, and the situation fell into a stalemate.

Just then, Bond, who was on the second floor, took the time out of his busy schedule to take a look.

It was not a big deal when I saw this, I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat.

The target person, Waldo, who was originally pushed to the ground by him, disappeared!

Also missing was the briefcase that Waldo always carried with him.

Oops!

Really bad!

Bond was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

On the street in the distance, a man in a suit was pulling another man in a suit carrying a briefcase and staggering towards the hospital.

Under the light of the street lamp, the head of the man in a suit carrying a briefcase was shining. Who else could it be but Waldo?

Damn it, I'm working so hard here, and someone dares to steal my house and my people? And right under my nose!

asshole!

Quickly changing the magazine, Bond fired two shots in succession. Although the distance was too far to hit the person, one shot hit a telephone pole and the other shot blew up a street lamp bulb, attracting the attention of several bodyguards in suits on the street downstairs.

This trick really works.

The two people who escaped were indeed discovered by the bodyguards in suits. Several cars that had been broken down were restarted and drove towards the other end of the street with the bodyguards in black.

Bond, Paloma and the black woman on the second floor opposite stopped firing at the same time in tacit understanding.

Their target at this moment was the same as that of the bodyguards in black, that guy who was sneaking into Chencang.

Bond jumped down from the building and landed beside Paloma. He brushed off the dust on his collar and asked the woman hiding in the darkness in the opposite building:

“Why are you here?”

"Mr. M asked me to keep an eye on you in case you fail the mission again."

"I'm going to chase someone now, do you want to come?"

"Of course, I'm number zero and you're number seven."

At this moment, Paloma suddenly said, "We don't have to chase them, they are back!"

In fact, Paloma didn't need to say it, Bond and Black Female Zero also noticed that the black-clad bodyguards who had been actively chasing just now were now retreating towards this side at a faster speed than before.

Their faces no longer had the previous aggressiveness and determination, but were filled with panic and fear!

"what happened?"

Black Girl Zero asked in surprise.

Bond listened for a while before his face changed drastically and he pulled the two men back to the villa gate.

The three of them walked all the way to the second-floor balcony and looked down. Black Girl Zero and Paloma both gasped and blurted out in surprise: