I'm a spy in the film

With a little annoyance, Harry Fiennes rushed down the bell tower, as if there was a fire burning in his heart. He swore that when he saw that damn boy, he would never say a word to him and would just shoot him to death!

But the anger did not cloud his mind, but made his mind clearer. Just as he went down the stairs, he saw the bastard ticket seller who had been knocked unconscious by him not long ago was actually supported against the wall, and a young man was squatting beside him, trying to wake him up.

snort!

This has nothing to do with me! Who dared that fat conductor to throw money in my face and poke my forehead with his finger to teach me to "follow the rules"?

Damn it, my rules are the rules!

If I hadn't stuck to my own fucking rules, I would have broken your fingers off and put a big hole in your fat white head!

Thinking of this, Harry Fiennes became even angrier. He snorted and recognized that the squatting guy was the children's book writer who had discussed the plot with Ken before. He put the pistol that was secretly aimed at Bourne behind his back. Anxious to hunt down the traitor, he didn't want to waste time, so he turned his head, raised his chin, and quickly chased after him.

Bourne also recognized Ken's "friend" whom he met at the street table before, but this guy who didn't look like a good person had the gun pointed at him.

Thinking of the two gunshots he heard, Bourne couldn't help but think of Ken, the fellow colleague who always smiled and made people feel good about him. Could it be that...

Leaving the still unconscious conductor behind, Bourne rushed into the clock tower and climbed up the spiral staircase carefully, observing as he went.

When he reached the third floor, a trail of blood began to appear on the floor, and following the trail, Bourne soon found Ken leaning on the edge of the handrail on the fourth-floor platform, throwing coins down the clock tower with one hand.

Ken's condition was not good at this time. He had two gunshot wounds on his body. One was on his right thigh, and the wound had been tied with a tie. The other was a fatal wound, on his left neck. Blood had dyed most of the white shirt collar red.

Seeing Bourne's head sticking out from the bottom of the stairs, Ken smiled on his face which turned pale due to excessive blood loss. He glanced longingly at a young couple kissing in the square, and fell forward without hesitation, his whole body falling straight down.

"Ken!"

Just as Ken fell, Bourne rushed over at an extremely fast speed, reached out, and grabbed Ken's wrist at the last moment.

The tourists who had gathered under the clock tower because of Ken's coin tossing just now couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw this thrilling scene, which attracted the attention of more tourists, including the young couple that Bourne had just met and that Ken had paid attention to at the end.

The man in the young couple has very special eyebrows, like the two strokes in the word “囧”, drooping to both sides. However, such strange eyebrows not only do not lower his appearance, but instead add a special temperament to him.

The young man with a frown on his face looked at the familiar figure on the bell tower, whose wrist was grabbed and hung in the air, his life or death unknown, and opened his mouth in surprise. Then, he saw a man in a black woolen coat rushing over from the bell tower, holding a pistol in his hand.

"Harry?!"

The man with the embarrassed eyebrows was confused at first, but suddenly his face changed drastically. He looked at Ken on the clock tower sadly, turned around and ran away.

Ken, whose wrist was grabbed by Bourne, looked at the two people chasing after him below, and then closed his eyes with a little regret, "What a pity, I still couldn't stop this!" He thought silently in his heart, and then fell into endless darkness.

"Hey, Ken, wake up!"

When Ken woke up again, it was still dark, and the balcony was still the one he jumped off.

“…I’m not dead?” Ken asked in surprise.

"That's right, you're not dead. The bullet grazed your neck and you almost died!" Bourne said angrily. "Do you know how much effort I put into pulling you up? We should make laws in the future, and fat people are strictly prohibited from jumping off buildings!"

"The bullet didn't hit my carotid artery?" Ken asked in disbelief, touching the wound on his neck.

"Yes, if I shot you in the carotid artery, could you hold on until now?" Bourne asked back. Anyway, he would not admit that he used the "Gate of Wonders" skill on Ken, and he would not tell him that he had used up all the life gem he absorbed from the hijacker Charles Lane, and also lost some of his own accumulated energy.

Although Ken was very sure that his carotid artery was indeed shot, the injury on the left side of his neck was just a scratch on the skin, which made him a little unconfident about his memory.

However, he immediately thought of something, and tightly grasped Bourne's arm, and asked anxiously:

"How long was I unconscious?"

Bourne said without hesitation, "Not long, maybe five minutes."

It's mainly to recover the damaged blood vessels in your neck and pull you up. You really should lose weight, Ken.

"Five minutes?" A light of hope ignited in Ken's eyes. "It's not too late. Please give me a hand. I have to do something, something very important!"

"But your legs!"

"I'm fine, but I have to hurry. Maybe this can save one or two people who shouldn't meet God so early!" Ken insisted.

Marie is the proprietress of the Mövenpick Burgundy Croisette in Bruges. She is now in the most unstable period of her emotions as a pregnant woman. Sometimes she is happy to welcome the birth of a new life, and sometimes she loses her temper over the slightest trivial matters, such as the day before yesterday, when the guy from country Y mistook her for a telephone operator and complained about a lot of shortcomings of the hotel on the phone with a foul language.

Now, this nasty guy actually ran up to her and asked her to get out of the way because he was going to kill someone in the hotel!

"No, I won't let you go. Put down your gun and get out of here, you foul-mouthed Y country guy!"

"Ma'am, I'm going to say it again, please leave the fucking place!"

"No, I won't give way to you. If you want to get through, you have to kill me first."

Mary was like a hen with high morale. She put her hands on her hips, proudly puffed out her belly, held her head high, and looked at the guy from country Y with disdain.

Harry Fiennes dodged back in anger to prevent the angry pregnant woman from touching him with her bulging belly. He felt that he had reached his limit, but his usual life principles made the curse he was about to say turn into:

"Oh, obviously I'm not going to kill you, you're pregnant, aren't you? I'm a nice guy, but just get the fuck out of the way, ok?"

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from upstairs: "Mary, let him come up, it's okay."

Jiong Mei Lei suddenly spoke up, startling the two people who were concentrating on bickering downstairs. Mary stood there with her belly bulging, not moving at all. She looked with contempt at the "good principled killer" who had just hid behind a pillar at extremely fast speed and looked upstairs, and silently mouthed, "Coward!".

Harry Fiennes's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he wanted to rush out and shoot the empty bullets in the gun at the traitor to vent his anger.

Jiong Mei Lei didn't know that his boss, who was chasing him, was so angry that he continued to add fuel to the fire, "Harry, promise me, we will fight after Mary leaves here."

As long as you can tell this damned woman to get out of here, I can even save you some pain. Harry Fiennes promised silently in his heart. He said with a serious expression:

"I swear I won't shoot until she's gone. I solemnly swear."

"But I'm not going anywhere!"

Mary stood up again, with her hands on her hips and a fierce look on her face, and forced Harry Fiennes, who was about to make a move, back two steps.

Damn it, this is my hotel, and you guys treat me like air! I shouldn't have let you come to my store in the first place! You, a cockney Y-country guy, were rude when I booked a room the first time, and you treated me like a switchboard operator the second time, and you even got mad at me! Now you're asking me to leave my own hotel!

No way. No way!

Mary became angrier and angrier, and yelled at Harry Fiennes:

"This is my hotel, you should get out!"

She glared at Harry Fiennes angrily, walked straight to the stairs, and deliberately sat down in the middle of the steps, blocking the narrow stairs.

Jiu Meilei, who was hiding behind the door of the upstairs room, witnessed all the actions of the proprietress Mary and was deeply moved by her courage. However, things seemed to have come to a stalemate. For a moment, the whole house fell into an eerie silence until a voice that was familiar and surprising to the three people rang out, breaking the embarrassing scene.