I'm a spy in the film

"Hmph," Georgia was getting a little impatient waiting. She curled her lips in disdain. Just as she was trying to pass the time by chatting with Sally through the headphones hidden in her wig, an elevator going up happened to stop in front of her.

As the elevator door slowly opened, Georgia's smile froze on her face. She saw three shirtless men squeezed into the narrow space of the elevator. One was tall, one was short, and one was thin. They all had Mohawk haircuts and looked vulgar and low-class.

The three men also saw the call girl Georgia outside the elevator, but they were only slightly stunned and continued with their work as if no one was around, some combing their hair, some shaving their armpits, as if this was not a public elevator but their bathroom.

"I want to go downstairs!" Georgia glanced at the three of them with disdain and turned her head away, as if she would be infected with a disease called perversion if she looked at them any longer.

The three half-naked men didn't care about Georgia's contemptuous looks. Only the thin man standing on the far right was chewing the fries in his mouth with a crunching sound, and a crazy light flashed in his eyes. Fortunately, the elevator door had closed, blocking his burning gaze.

Georgia cursed quietly and walked to the window boredly. Seeing that there was no one around, her face changed immediately. She held the earphone and said anxiously:

"Sally, I think I saw the crazy trio. They were in the elevator just now. They should be heading to the target floor as well!"

"What?" Sally was shocked on the other end of the communicator. She quickly observed through the sniper scope and found that the elevator was indeed going straight to the top floor.

"Do you want me to blow up the elevator with a shot and make them fall to their deaths from the 12-story building?" Sally screamed. As a feminist, she hated perverted men the most, and this time she met three of them at once.

Georgia rolled her eyes and said unhappily, "You want to inform the target? Then I will be blocked by the police who come here, and you will use your 50-caliber sniper to help me clear the way? Thank you!"

"Haha, little Georgia, how can I bear to let you face three perverted men alone? I will immediately blow the heads off those men who hurt you!"

Sharis's laughter came through the communicator, but she said angrily, "Georgia, there is bad news. Former policeman Dupree is dead, but the assassins he hired have already entered the hotel. One of the mercenaries shared the target's location. It is estimated that the assassins will soon swarm in like flies smelling blood. We don't have much time left."

"I know. When this elevator comes up, I will..."

With a "ding" sound, an upward elevator stopped in front of Georgia. But before the elevator door opened, the lights in the entire hotel suddenly dimmed and then lit up again. Only the lights in the elevator room were not on, as if it had stopped working.

Suddenly, through the thick elevator door, a continuous "bang bang bang" sound was heard from the elevator shaft, and in the darkness, there were flashes of red and white lights.

Someone's shooting in the elevator! There's flares! Is this the start?

Smelling the familiar smell of gunpowder, Georgia's face became solemn. She pulled out a small ladies' pistol from her cleavage, hid it in her palm, and slowly walked towards the elevator where the sound came from.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the lobby.

"Mr. Richard, as you requested, except for the two freight elevators, all other elevators in the entire building have been suspended. The elevator your colleague took has stopped on the 6th floor. You can rest assured now." The young waiter at the front desk put down the phone, a smile of relief appeared on his face.

"Thank you. Once we are all on the elevator, turn on the power of the other elevators!"

Richard Meisner, a senior FBI agent, the right-hand man of the deputy director of the Los Angeles branch, and the person in charge of this witness protection mission, nodded and turned around with a stern face.

He exhaled deeply and led his men to the elevator quickly. Just now, he almost couldn't help spitting out yesterday's leftover food on the young waiter's acne-covered face. Fortunately, he didn't have to see that outrageous face again.

Before the elevator arrived, Richard stood at the door and arranged the order for going up. Looking at the two energetic teams, the tension in his heart all the way finally relaxed a little. These were the ones he had carefully selected from hundreds of grassroots agents of the FBI Los Angeles Branch. All of them were quick-witted and skilled in shooting, but most of them had never been able to make a name for themselves for various reasons. This time, it would be their journey to fame, and it was also the first step in building their own team.

But when I saw a guy at the end of the team wearing casual pants, sportswear, and a bulletproof vest, I suddenly felt bad:

"Agent, when will your team arrive?"

"Bourne! You can call me Bourne. There's a traffic jam, so we'll be there in ten minutes. But we've already notified the local police station, and they'll have at least 5 officers arriving in five minutes!"

Bourne stood at the end of the team, quite inconspicuous, because he found that his colleagues from Los Angeles were very unfriendly to him. Just now, a burly guy in the team pretended to accidentally bump into him when he passed by, but he dodged him. From then on, he followed behind the team and never moved forward again.

"Ding".

At this time, the first freight elevator opened its door, interrupting the somewhat awkward atmosphere. Richard hurriedly said:

"Team one, follow me to the rooftop. Team two, wait for the next one. Contact us if there's any situation!"

He pointed at the headset, then waved his hand and ordered: "Let's go!" and led the six people of the first team in one after another.

Just as the elevator door closed, he pointed at Bourne and said:

"Agent Bourne, please come up with the second group. Your companions are probably up there too!"

After saying that, he left the second team, who had a grim look on their faces, and Bourne and started to move up.

Almost at the same time, the second freight elevator arrived. This freight elevator was much smaller than the first one. Seven fully armed men were squeezed together to finally fit in. Bourne was the last one, his whole face pressed against the elevator door, and he kept feeling the pressure from behind.

Soon after the elevator door went up, everyone heard a series of dull gunshots, crazy shouts, and the humming sound of the motor in the headset. This made everyone in the elevator look very upset. Richard immediately shouted in the headset:

"It's Donald, he's in the elevator! Second team, go down from the sixth floor and check the situation. If you find the killer, kill him on the spot! Let's continue to the top floor, which has also been attacked."

"Roger that, boss!"

The captain of the second team is an Indian. He was always smiling, but now he became serious. Although this was not his first time to go on a field mission, it was his first time to be a team leader. Moreover, he was facing a professional killer this time, so he could not help but be nervous.

"My colleagues in New York are young and flamboyant, and can't be trusted at all. I still have to rely on these companions in Los Angeles. I hope Richard's eye for selecting people won't be wrong!" The Indian muttered to himself and quickly pressed "6".

"Ding".

A pleasant bell rang, and the elevator stopped on the sixth floor. The cast iron doors slowly opened to both sides, and the empty corridor on the sixth floor appeared in front of everyone. It seemed that nothing was happening, and everyone's originally tense hearts were put at ease again.

"OK, nothing's wrong, let's continue going up!" The Indian stuck his head out and looked around, then pressed the door closing button again.