I'm a spy in the film

"Damn it, what's going on? This is the hotel the intelligence said it was? Did they change the hotel?"

After walking out of the hotel, the two looked up at the hotel sign again to make sure they were in the right place. They were speechless and called each other separately.

After a while.

“What do my counterparts in Los Angeles say, where are they?”, Byrne asked.

"They are still in Bayshore," Zach said helplessly.

"They said they found several bodies on the roadside, and they have confirmed that two of them are the bounty killers this time. Because there is key evidence about this mission at the scene, they left a few people to check it out, and the rest will not be here for a while. As for the witness, they said it must be in this hotel, but they didn't tell me the specific room number."

"Well, the boss said that this operation will be mainly based in Los Angeles, and we will cooperate throughout the process. Currently, they are responsible for close protection, and we are responsible for the periphery. So, he doesn't know where the witness is." Bourne spread his hands.

The two men had no choice but to get back into the car, a yellow Pontiac that Zach had borrowed from one of his many girlfriends, and now they were dressed in casual clothes, like tourists.

This idea was thought up by Captain Norton. His original words were: "We need a few plainclothes officers to facilitate operations and surveillance. I think you two are the most suitable!"

Soon, Bourne and his companion made a discovery. They secretly recorded several groups of suspicious people and sent them to Black Girl, asking her to compare the information with the FBI's criminal database. As expected, they found many "well-known killers", but there were also some guys that Bourne thought were "dangerous" but there was no information about them in the database.

"This is not surprising. In the assassin business, the more famous and exposed you are, the faster you die. It's the same for us." Zack didn't care. His focus was on the hotel entrance. From time to time, he blew kisses to the beauties coming in and out. He was like a playboy!

"Hey, that Black Pearl is really tall. The one next to him is not bad either." Zack whistled loudly to express his great pleasure.

Bourne stared at the two women Zack mentioned and watched them walk into the hotel.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with them?" Zack asked in surprise when he saw that Bourne looked strange.

"Yes, the one wearing the baseball cap should be a sniper. She was standing at the door just now and seemed to be looking up at the weather, but she was actually observing the commanding heights around the hotel. If I'm not mistaken, the building she finally chose should be the one opposite the hotel because her gaze stayed there the longest.

The other one with her hair in a bun, look at her walking posture, it seems loose, but I think her muscles are always alert, just now a man tried to take advantage of her with his arm, she not only dodged it easily, but also tripped the guy with her foot, and did not let the man notice, ordinary women can't do this at all."

Zack quickly picked up the binoculars and tried to get a closer look, but by then the two women had already walked through the door together.

"Wait a minute. If only the guy in the baseball cap comes out, it means they are accomplices with a division of labor. One will approach at close range, and the other will provide long-range support. We should catch up and finish them off first. Snipers are too dangerous!"

"Well, I hope your guess is wrong... Wait, how can a hotel like this have a prostitute of this level?"

Zach wanted to say a few more words, but he suddenly looked stunned.

Bourne followed his gaze and saw three or four waiters at the hotel entrance dragging seven or eight scantily clad women out of the hotel.

All of these women had big breasts, plump buttocks and amazing bodies, but they were all heavily made up and had disheveled hair. They scratched and shoved the hotel waiters, cursing at them, and all they did was put their hands on their hips and yell "get out of here!"

This wonderful scene attracted many passers-by to stop and watch. Haha, it turns out that people all over the world like to eat melons!

"Such rubbish actually came out of here? Does this hotel no longer want to have a star rating?" Zack muttered to himself, "Why have the tastes of the rich become so bad nowadays? Can't the guys who can afford to stay here order a few higher quality ones? They want to save even this little money? Hahahaha"

Bourne watched as the waiter pushed the service workers onto the street and left them to walk away cursing. He turned around and asked Zach, "Tell me, does our goal fit your standards as a rich man with terrible taste?"

Zack was stunned. It's true.

"Zach, Bourne, are you still in the hotel?"

When the two were arguing about the taste of the mission objectives, Norton's anxious voice suddenly came from the intercom on the console.

Zach grabbed the intercom and replied, "We are still in the car outside the hotel. What happened, Captain?"

"The security team from Los Angeles found a rental receipt for a security company's uniforms on the bodies of several dead assassins. This security company is the one hired by your hotel. The people in Los Angeles believe that these assassins wanted to disguise themselves as security guards to sneak in, but now that they have been killed, their uniforms are nowhere to be found. Someone must have taken them away."

"What? We didn't see anyone in security uniforms entering the hotel!"

"The hotel has a back door. I just spoke to the security company hired by the hotel, and they said their people arrived at the hotel five minutes ago!"

"The people from Los Angeles haven't arrived yet. We don't know which floor the target lives on. What should we do?" Zack asked anxiously.

"The target is fine. There is a 12-man security team guarding his floor hours a day. We just spoke to the leader of the security team on the phone. They just caught one of the target's personal bodyguards. This bodyguard was one of the target's men. He accidentally killed another of the target's men."

Captain Norton took a deep breath and said on the intercom:

"Zach, Bourne, you guys go into the hotel first. It would be best if you can temporarily block the hotel and allow people to leave but not enter. If that's not possible, just watch the elevator and the corridor. Don't wait for those fucking Los Angeles people. I've called the Farmingdale Police Department and they've agreed to send 30 people. They'll be here in about 15 minutes. We'll be there in minutes at most. Please keep the situation under control."

"Listen," Norton's stern voice came from the other end of the intercom, "Don't go upstairs, just stay downstairs. I would rather fail this mission than see the cold bodies of the two of you. This mission belongs to the people of Los Angeles, so don't try to be tough! Do you hear me!"

"Yes, Captain. If there's any firing, I'll hide in the elevator and wait for your support. Don't worry, Haha. I'll keep an eye on Bourne!"

"Tsk, just watch yourself, Captain. I'll be careful and wait for you guys."

After hanging up the phone, Zack hurriedly put on his bulletproof vest. Bourne did the same, but he was faster than Zack. He had already put it on and was stuffing the magazine into his vest pocket.