I'm a spy in the film

Standing in front of the FBI New York branch building again, Bourne felt as if he was revisiting an old place. So many things had happened in less than half a month. After all, this was the place where he felt most secure.

When I entered the large office, many colleagues had already arrived before the meeting started.

Bourne soon noticed something unusual. Usually, no matter how difficult the case was, everyone was actively discussing and analyzing the case with a confident expression on their faces that "although the case is complicated, we can handle it." But this time, everyone was holding a thick folder, looking down at it, and the atmosphere was a little solemn.

Just when Bourne was thinking about whether he should find someone to ask, the black girl handed him a document, nodded, and motioned for Bourne to open it and take a look first.

Bourne opened the folder and was surprised by the first page of information. There were a few words written in bold black font:

"Murder Contest - New York Station!"

What is this? When did the FBI start using headlines? "Killing Contest"? And in New York!

Confused, Bourne turned the page, and the next few pages made him frown. There was no other reason for this. There were more than ten color photos of crime scenes. He didn't know which talented colleague had taken these photos. Although they were silent photos, they perfectly showed the tragic, bloody and cruel atmosphere of the crime scene. If it weren't for the FBI action team that was used to big scenes, every one of these photos would be enough to trigger a round of large-scale vomiting.

Below the photos, there is a brief introduction to the photos. Each photo represents an independent case. After looking at the time and place, Bourne discovered that these dozen cases all occurred in New York in the past month, in every block.

Although he had only been working for a short time, Bourne knew that New York was not a peaceful paradise. Murders occurred every day, and there were countless robberies, drug trafficking and rape cases. It would be inappropriate to name the place a "killing competition" based on these alone.

However, when he finished reading the photos and case information and turned to the next page, Bourne's expression became serious, because there was only one message on it:

"According to reliable information, someone on the 'dark web platform' has launched a 'killing competition', inviting comrades from all over the country who are interested in developing the art of killing to come to New York to exchange killing skills. The prizes are very generous..."

Further down the page, there was a detailed introduction to each of the previous cases. Bourne did not read it carefully because the conference room was already full of people and the meeting was about to begin.

As expected, the door of Hank's office was suddenly pushed open, and Hank walked out with two strange men, one old and one young. They stood at the front of the conference room and introduced:

"These two are Agent Hammer and Agent Cotton from Los Angeles," Hank introduced them to his team. The one with gray hair and a smile on his face is Agent Hammer, and the young agent next to him with thick eyebrows and a childish face is Cotton. Hank continued, "They were the first to discover this case and tracked it down. Now let them explain the case to us."

Agent Cotton stepped forward, picked up the remote control, and projected two sets of pictures on the large screen in the conference room. They were all performance art photos of street performers. These street performers were dressed in different styles and stood still like sculptures. They were standing in the streets and alleys, surrounded by a lot of onlookers.

What is different is that in the group of photos above, the artists' clothing is somewhat retro, and their styles imitate certain famous sculptures, such as "The Thinker" and "David", etc.; while in the group of photos below, the artists' styles are more casual, closer to life, and their clothing is more fashionable, more in line with modern aesthetics.

What is this, two schools of performance art?

Many colleagues below were whispering, seemingly not understanding the meaning of the two sets of photos, but some older colleagues seemed to recall something. For example, a middle-aged agent with a sinister look sitting in the front row stared at the top set of photos with a frown on his face, and the pen in his hand unconsciously tapped on the folder, as if he was lost in thought.

Before anyone could figure out what was going on, Agent Cotton switched the screen, and a large head of a middle-aged white man with a full beard appeared on the screen, along with six pencil drawings. Each drawing depicted a character, and the character was exactly the same as the one drawn by the five artists in the second group.

"Plant, male, 43 years old, from Los Angeles, painter, sculptor. A week ago, we arrested him in the library for murder and attempted murder. Yes, those 'sculptures' in the picture just now are all victims."

There was an uproar in the audience, and Bourne opened his mouth in surprise. When he saw the photos of those sculptures just now, he had a deep sense of incongruity. Now it has been verified. Those are the bodies of the victims. The murderer deliberately made them into the shape of sculptures and exhibited them on the streets. This criminal is really rampant!

Agent Cotton switched to the third screen and compared the sculpture photos of the five victims with the murderer's drawings. Sure enough, the bodies of the five victims were made and placed exactly as shown in the drawings.

“This criminal recently submitted six designs to the organizing committee of a municipal sculpture competition held in Los Angeles, but his design was not selected because of his style. Therefore, he decided to make his own work and exhibit it.

The other party lured the victim to his home and made him eat food containing drugs. After the victim fell into a coma, he changed the victim's clothes, tied him up with ropes in a specific posture, and placed him in a secret room filled with carbon monoxide. After the corpse became stiff, it became the shape shown in the picture.

"There are six victims in total in the five photos. They were all dead when we found them. The little boy in the last picture was rescued by us from the criminal's basement."

After saying this, amid the applause from the crowd below, Agent Cotton nodded shyly, took a step back, and handed the remote control to the gray-haired Agent Hammer.

Agent Hammer's expression was very serious at the moment. He glanced around the room and said in a deep voice:

"Just when we were about to close the case, the criminal said through his lawyer that he did this because someone instigated him to do this. Someone showed him the information of a series of serial murders that occurred in California ten years ago, which were the five pictures we showed at the beginning. The instigator also told him that if he could complete the work perfectly this time and not be arrested by the police, he would be qualified to participate in the 'murder competition' in New York, and the prize would be absolutely generous."

"Wow—"

There was an uproar in the audience. How could someone really think that New York was a place for a killing contest? This was simply a slap in the face of the entire FBI, and it even made a loud noise! ​​Everyone was excited. Bourne saw that Frank, a burly man in the first team, had already started to roll up his sleeves. He was going to have a big fight.

However, anyone who hears that a group of murderers who lack basic morals are about to flood into their hometown will worry about their family, especially since these murderers are regardless of gender, rich or poor, and have no bottom line. They kill people randomly based on their own preferences. It all depends on luck to escape from them. Who can stand this?