I'm a spy in the film

Thinking of this, Bourne concentrated his mind, and suddenly the road in front of him became clear. According to the real-time conditions of the road, his brain automatically planned out several optimal routes to intercept. This is the benefit of upgrading skills to a high level. It has broken away from the rut of low-level skills and is at a higher level of "seeing mountains as not mountains, and seeing water as not water". The perspective of looking at and solving problems is different.

Bourne chose a simple and brutal plan. He took advantage of an opportunity when passing under a bridge, turned left suddenly, and the front of the car crashed through the guardrail and drove into the opposite lane. Because there were fewer vehicles in the diversion lane under the bridge, the black Chevrolet directly hit the right side of the red Viper.

Bourne increased his horsepower and forced the other car out of the lane, crashing into the bridge pier, rubbing against the pier wall to produce sparks until the other car stalled.

"FBI, put your hands on the steering wheel where I can see them and don't act rashly!"

Bourne shouted at the other party, but unfortunately, due to the glass, the effect was not very good. However, the young man in the other car must have heard it, and he lay down on the driving seat very quickly and gave Bourne a grateful smile, which made Bourne confused!

Bourne was most concerned about the female driver in the car. She looked at him, and after a moment, the corners of her mouth curled up into a smile, then she slowly raised her hands and obediently lay on the steering wheel.

"Great." Bourne finally had time to look at the pet truck, but it had disappeared without a trace.

At this time, the NYPD officers with flashing police lights finally arrived. A van with the FBI logo took away the two people in the red Dodge. Wesley still looked grateful, like a young man who had not experienced much of the world, and the woman in the white dress gave Bourne a meaningful look before getting in the car, as if she wanted to remember his appearance.

"Humph, what are you looking at? Am I afraid you'll bite me?"

Bourne glared at her, then turned around and began to feel sorry for Zack's car, wondering how he would explain this to him tomorrow.

"We just handed the case over like this? The woman who was rampaging on the street was let go like this?"

After walking out of the FBI office building, Bourne asked his partner Zack with some confusion. He was not indignant. The traffic offender was caught, he had made a contribution, he was racing for public duty, the car repair fee was reimbursed, and he received a bonus. Bourne had no reason to be dissatisfied.

However, on the one hand, he was curious about the identities of the two groups of people he met last night. On the other hand, it was the first time he had seen such a cross-agency robbery and such a righteous robbery, so he found it fresh.

"The man you arrested last night is Wesley Gibson, a witness to the Metropolitan Building shooting. The woman is an insider planted by the CIA in a certain organization. Her current identity is a bodyguard to protect the witness. You know, most cases like this are joint investigations. We don't have as many clues as the CIA, and the case is complicated, so of course we handed it over."

Zack didn't care at all, he had encountered this kind of thing many times, they were all PY transactions mentioned above, but as long as his own interests were not harmed, he didn't care.

"What about the Department of Homeland Security? What does it have to do with them?" Sitting in the car, Bourne couldn't help but continue asking.

"The two shootings last week and this week were said to be the result of the destruction of the New York headquarters of the international assassination organization 'Brotherhood'. Several senators and district attorneys were found on their hit list. This is tantamount to a terrorist attack. The Department of Homeland Security is of course worried."

Zach was indeed a gossiper. He could talk about all the gossips. Seeing that Bourne was still in deep thought, he consoled him:

"You know, this kind of thing is not uncommon. Most of the time, we can't find any clues, so it becomes an unsolved case. Of course, the CIA and the Department of Homeland Security will also put it aside if they can't find any clues. Think about it, they are all unsolved cases, so it doesn't matter who is in charge of them. Haha, let's go to the hotel. The person we want to protect is a big money sponsor!"

Ever since he saw his horrible new car in the company garage and watched the thrilling aerial video of Bourne chasing and forcing a car to stop, Zack vowed that he would never let Bourne touch the steering wheel unless it was necessary. It was so heartbreaking.

Bourne smiled faintly. It was not that he could not drive slowly, but he accidentally used all his strength when chasing Firefox that night, which left a psychological shadow on Zack. However, since his brother was willing to drive, he could take some time to rest. After all, the mission this time was to protect the witness, and he would probably have to sleep with one eye open, so he might as well sleep as much as possible!

Ever since the First Team handed over the Brotherhood's case files, Captain Norton rarely asked his boss Hank for any complicated cases. The main reason, of course, was that everyone's morale was a little low and it was not suitable for them to do any more investigations.

Coincidentally, Agent Hammer from Los Angeles provided a piece of information that a gang member named Buddy Israel from the Vegas Gang, one of the largest gangs in Los Angeles, had recently reached an agreement with Deputy Director Stanley Locke of the FBI Los Angeles Branch to reduce his sentence by becoming a tainted witness because he had "fatal" evidence of the gang.

Buddy's official identity is the mainstay of a famous magic show at MGM. He came to New York to celebrate a wealthy party held in Farmingdale. He is now staying in one of the most luxurious hotels in Farmingdale, where he originally handed over evidence to the FBI.

But the truth was leaked. When the boss of the Vegas gang, Primo Spallanzani, a dying old man, heard about Buddy's betrayal, he had a heart attack and was hospitalized. He declared, "Whoever can get Buddy's heart will get $500 million or an equivalent bearer bond, and the friendship of the Vegas gang!"

In order to compete for the position of boss, several gang leaders not only offered high rewards on several killer platforms such as the black market and the high table, but also hired five of the most famous killers in Los Angeles to kill Buddy.

Two 10-man teams sent by the FBI Los Angeles arrived in New York this morning and are heading to the hotel where the tainted witness Buddy is staying. They are the only ones who know the exact location of the witness. However, because the matter is of great importance and they are worried about insufficient manpower, Deputy Director Stanley Locke of the FBI Los Angeles Branch contacted New York and asked for help in sending more personnel to participate in the protection.

Agent Hammer revealed: This mission seems very risky, but it is not, because the hotel where the tainted witness Buddy is staying has been kept secret. It is one of the hotels with the best security facilities in Farmingdale, and the surrounding police force is the strongest in New York, which isolates 90% of the killers.

In addition, the wealthy politicians who attended the party also brought a number of professional bodyguards. No one was willing to take the risk of killing someone in such an environment, because if someone was killed or injured by mistake, not only would they not get the reward, but they would also be hunted down by the wealthy. Why bother?

Although his colleagues said so, Team Leader Hank did not take it lightly. He not only assigned the task to the experienced Norton, but also specially approved a special operations team to assist. Bourne and Zack were the vanguards sent to contact their colleagues in Los Angeles. Captain Norton needed to personally select the special operations team members and collect the equipment, so he would arrive later.

The party was jointly organized by three hotels. When the two arrived at one of the hotels, which was also the hotel where the tainted witness was, they were told that there was no guest named Buddy Israel.

Even though the two showed their FBI credentials, the waiter who received them was polite but told them with absolute certainty:

"I'm sorry, but we don't have a guest named Buddy Israel here. Do you have anything else to ask?"