I'm a spy in the film

Eight o'clock is when New York's nightlife begins. At this time, Queens is brightly lit and people are either having fun or on their way to have fun.

A powerful roar came from far away, and then a red car suddenly rushed into the busy lane, performing a thrilling overtaking and lane-changing show on the road. Behind the red car, a truck from a pet company, relying on its strong physical advantage and the driver's excellent driving skills, rushed forward and chased closely.

In the red Dodge Viper SRT-10 in front, Wesley's screaming never stopped from the moment he got in the car.

Until this evening, he was an ordinary clerk in a New York company.

Although his father ran away from home when he was 7 days old and his mother passed away soon after, he was lucky enough to grow up to 25 years old and find a job that was meager but able to make a living with his own abilities.

Life is not easy. He lives in a shabby apartment less than 10 meters away from the skytrain. His girlfriend has become like a good friend. This good friend not only buys things to buy him gas, but also often comforts his girlfriend's body and mind while he is at work, leaving her scent. The dirty smell makes him less willing to go home. He always works overtime at the company, but his pitiful overtime pay is always withheld by the disgusting fat boss of the company.

Despite this, Wesley is still full of hope for life. After all, his parents are offering sacrifices to the gods, and their magical powers are boundless.

"I've got nothing to lose, right?"

Wesley said to himself with a wry smile.

"No, you still have a biological father, but he just passed away yesterday! That killer is coming after you!"

A beautiful woman with black eyeshadow, tattoos of unknown meaning, and a social atmosphere took over his words.

"Is this kind of pick-up style popular now?"

Under the cashier's strange gaze, Wesley, who had never been approached by a beautiful woman since he was a child, was a little hesitant. He didn't dare to look at the beautiful woman's slender thighs. Fortunately, there was no tattoo on her thighs.

"Your biological father was shot in the head on the rooftop of the Metropolis Building yesterday. You are his son, and the one who would kill you is right behind you!"

To be honest, Wesley refused at first, but the sexy lips of the tattooed beauty and the extremely low-cut collar were very convincing. For a moment, Wesley thought, "It's not unacceptable to recognize that dead father whom I have never met."

However, things took a sharp turn for the worse. Before he could recover from the sudden transformation of the elegant young lady into an agile killer and the sudden outbreak of a gunfight, he was already sitting in the car with a terrifying man behind him who was relentlessly chasing him (or them).

"Oh, God, hurry up, he's right behind us,"

"Oh, no, no, please, drive slower, I can't breathe, my heart is about to jump out of my chest!"

"Oh, God, what's going on? What on earth is going on..."

Wesley looked at the road signs and vehicles flashing by outside the car window. His ears were filled with the roar of the motor and the noise of the tires rubbing against the ground. This thrilling scene made him, who had never experienced such a big scene, dry his mouth and his heart beat wildly. He was usually taciturn but now he was talkative. However, what he got in return was the angry rebuke from the tattooed beauty in the driver's seat:

"Shut up and be quiet!"

After turning a corner and temporarily getting rid of the inexplicable and scary man, Wesley's desire to survive increased greatly. Although his life was not satisfactory, it was better to live a miserable life than to die. He was still young and had not enjoyed the colorful world yet. He did not want to die yet, so the best way now was:

"Please, let me get out of the car. I'll call the police and have that guy arrested!"

At this moment, a black Chevrolet suddenly rushed up from behind, driving closely with them, with the window rolled down, and an FBI ID almost stuck to Wesley's face.

"Stop, FBI, stop!"

The driver was naturally Bourne. Although he started later, Bourne only took two shortcuts thanks to his strong sense of space. Combined with his advanced "vehicle driving" skills, he quickly caught up with Wesley's eye-catching red sports car.

"FBI, it's the FBI, they're here to rescue us!"

Wesley was so excited that tears came to his eyes. He felt the name FBI more familiar than ever before.

However, before he could thank the kind and friendly (and angry) Bourne, he saw the other car veer sharply to the right, slowing down suddenly and falling behind them.

Before Wesley understood what was going on, he felt the red Dodge under him suddenly rushing to the right like a real poisonous snake attacking, but it missed the target and he almost ran off the road and hit the guardrail on the side of the road.

"coward!"

The woman in the driver's seat, Firefox, spat fiercely.

She didn't expect the FBI to get involved so soon. Although she was not afraid of being caught by the police or the FBI, that would undoubtedly be of no benefit to her next plan. However, the FBI that suddenly appeared seemed to be able to foresee the crisis in advance and avoided her attack, forcing her to think about what to do next.

Fortunately, a patrol car appeared in front of her, which made Firefox's big eyes with heavy eye shadow light up. She stepped on the accelerator without hesitation and rushed towards the back of the police car.

"laugh--"

With the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground, although the police car in front stepped on the brakes, it was still pushed forward by the powerful red Dodge Viper behind it, until it hit the anti-collision water tank in the middle of the fork in the road. The car body spun around the Dodge Viper and lay across the middle of the road, blocking the road behind it.

"What are you doing? Shit, are you crazy?"

Wesley, who just thought he had a chance of escape, fell from heaven to hell again and couldn't help but scream. Although he temporarily got rid of the killer who drove the pet transport truck, he also blocked the FBI who could save them, not to mention that they were in the opposite lane at this time, and if they were not careful, the car would be destroyed and people would die.

Fortunately, he soon saw that the young FBI agent who had shown his ID was not in trouble, but continued to chase in the adjacent lane.

"Thank God, I knew the government would not give up on me." Wesley held the handle tightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Bourne was very angry here. It was because he didn't expect that the woman driving the red sports car would disregard the safety of pedestrians on the road. He thought that the man driving the pet truck was already extremely rampant, but now it seems that the woman driving in the opposite direction is not a good person either. In just a few minutes, five or six cars collided because of avoiding her.

"We must stop her! It's time to show some strength! We'd better catch her before the police set up roadblocks, otherwise how can we swallow this anger?"