I'm a spy in the film

District 10, Paradise Street, Albanian Gang.

On the stairs, a blond young man with his hands and feet tied up and his mouth taped was being dragged downstairs by Brian, grabbing his hair.

Brian looked at the map and found that this house had a basement, which was exactly what he needed. He raised his wrist to check the time. There were still ten minutes left, enough time for him to pry open this guy's mouth!

Suddenly, Brian turned around quickly, with a Beretta M92F in his hand, which he had searched from an Albanian gang member he had just killed in the house. Brian had used this type of gun many times and was very comfortable with it.

"Come out, I know you're there, don't force me to shoot!"

Brian was still holding the man's hair in his hand, with the muzzle of the gun in his right hand pointed at the dim corridor. Through the corridor, he could see the living room at the end, where the floor was filled with people who had been shot multiple times and were dead as hell.

There was no sound in the room, as if Brian was competing with the air.

"The guy behind the restaurant door, do you think that door panel can block a 9mm bullet?" Brian's hand holding the gun was steady and his eyes became cold.

The next moment, two empty hands slowly stretched out from behind the door, and then a petite Asian woman slowly turned around from behind the door, her eyes fixed on Brian's gun.

"Agent Bryan, I think we need to talk!"

"Who are you? How do you know me?" Brian's eyes narrowed, and he aimed his gun at the woman's forehead. However, before the woman could answer, Brian's pupils shrank, and he looked behind the woman and whispered, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

The Asian woman standing by the door with her hands raised was shocked when she heard this, and looked to the side in worry. However, she felt something was wrong as soon as she moved, and turned back hastily, but it was too late. Brian threw away the blond man in his hand and rushed through the three or four meter corridor like the wind, approaching the Asian woman, and swung his left fist, hitting the woman's head.

The woman reacted quickly. She quickly took a horse stance, still raising her right hand to block Brian's straight punch, and used her left hand to hit Brian's neck with a phoenix eye cone.

But both of her attacks missed, and she felt a sudden pain in her lower abdomen, which turned out to be a knee strike from Brian. The Asian woman's whole body arched up like a cooked shrimp, but before she could recover and straighten her back, she felt another pain in the back of her head and fainted completely.

Brian put away the Beretta M92F that he had just used to hit someone, put it in his lower back, stepped over the Asian woman lying on the ground, and said to a woman in a blue suit sitting on a single sofa in the corner:

"Lewynster! I just want to save my daughter, don't get in my way!"

"You are the one who is hindering us!" The woman in the blue suit and skirt said slowly, "You know I will never target someone for personal reasons, and this time is no exception! So, the only way for you to go now is to join us!"

"What on earth are you going to do?" Brian took a deep breath and said helplessly.

"We want to rescue a girl from Patrice, and it would be best if we don't alert the French." The woman said, "Our original plan was to wait until tomorrow night when they finish the transaction and rescue the girl directly from the buyer. This way, there will be less noise and it will be difficult to be discovered.

However, what you are doing now will definitely alarm Patrice, and tomorrow's auction may be cancelled, which is almost devastating to our plan."

Brian didn't say anything. He knew what the woman said was true, but so what? Even if he knew their plan in advance, he would still come here to kill. For his daughter Kenm, there was nothing he couldn't do. Moreover, he knew this woman. Before the fight, it was her usual method to belittle and undermine the confidence of the opponent.

The woman seemed to know Brian very well. She didn't beat around the bush and directly revealed her plan:

"It's just 10 o'clock now. While Patrice hasn't received the news yet, we can directly raid his villa and catch him off guard. We can rescue and send away the girls he has locked up in the basement. The Paris police won't notice anything unusual until dawn, and by then we'll have left Gaul."

The woman leaned back on the sofa in a comfortable posture and continued, "I am still in need of a captain with rich experience in infiltration and assault. What do you think, Brian?"

"Okay," Brian agreed straightforwardly, "Let your people withdraw first. I have a friend downstairs who has nothing to do with this matter!"

The woman nodded, picked up the intercom at hand, and said coldly: "Boy, what time do you want to hear? Get out of the car and come in!"

Brian raised his eyebrows. He knew that he could not hide the fact that he opened the communication connection with Bourne when he took out the gun just now from the woman in front of him, but he did not expect that she could cut into the conversation channel between the two in such a short time without being discovered. You should know that the communicator between him and Bourne was specially made by an old friend who is good at machinery. Although the technology is a bit outdated, the function is still very powerful. It is so easy to be eavesdropped and cut into the inner line. Haha, in order to seize the initiative, this woman always attacks the opponent all the time. It's an old routine.

Brian was calm, but Bourne in the car was at a loss.

When the call was just connected, Bourne was able to follow the instructions in the FBI training manual and quietly turn on the recording function on his phone to record useful information. However, as they were talking, the situation changed, and what was worse was that he was exposed.

When Bourne heard that Brian had reached a cooperation agreement with the other party and was still hesitating whether he should continue to follow up, the woman's cold and unquestionable voice suddenly came from the microphone, which made Bourne immediately give up the idea of ​​contacting her.

He dropped the phone and was about to shift gears, but the next second, the hairs on Bourne's neck stood up, the "danger warning" was triggered, and he felt a bad feeling of being locked in.

"Oh no, there's a sniper and we're being targeted"!

"Humph!"

The woman's cold laughter came out of the phone again. This laughter seemed to be a signal. Bourne suddenly had an idea and shrank down suddenly. With a light "pop", a small hole as thick as a finger was made on the roof of the car by the bullet. The bullet hit the headrest of the passenger seat, making a big hole as thick as the mouth of a cup. A large ball of sponge debris burst out immediately.

Then, there was another "puff" sound, and the front left side of the car shook, and suddenly a hissing sound was made. Looking at the tire pressure of the left front wheel, it was dropping rapidly.

"Sniper, a sniper with night vision goggles! Damn, is this Paris or Lebanon? Snipers are shooting randomly on the streets, is there anyone to control it?" Bourne cursed the Gallic police in his heart for being shit-eating, but his body was obediently leaning under the steering wheel, thinking about how to get out.

"Get out of the car!" The woman on the other end of the phone thought Bourne didn't understand English, so she just gave the order in French this time.

"This female voice sounds familiar, who could it be?"

Although he was surprised that he had no acquaintances in France, Bourne took advantage of the other party's order and pretended to obey and slowly pushed open the car door. At the same time, his mind was racing and his eyes were looking around, looking for opportunities and routes to escape.