I'm a spy in the film

Just as the elevator door began to slowly close, Bourne suddenly heard Notan's faint but urgent reminder in his mind:

"Master, be careful!"

Without thinking too much, Bourne immediately half-crouched, leaped forward, and then rolled twice without stopping to hide behind a three-seater sofa at the corner of the corridor, and disappeared.

The second team who were still looking out of the elevator were already stunned. They didn't know what their New York counterpart was doing. Those who were anxious to complete their mission had already yelled at him:

"Waterfake, what are you doing? Come back here! There's nothing going on here, we still have to go support the captain!"

"Don't hold up the entire team by yourself. Are all the New York branch officers like you?"

Although Bourne's tumbling was a subconscious action, his expression became extremely ugly when he looked up and saw two hairy legs exposed in the passenger elevator with the door open diagonally opposite. Not to mention, the man in a suit slumped on the ground in the corner of the passenger elevator, who else could it be but Agent Donald?

If he had not been afraid of the possible sniper on the opposite building, he would have run to check on his brother Zack. Now it seems that this is a trap to attract prey.

Ignoring the shouting and cursing of the second team members, Bourne, his heart still pounding, turned on his headset and switched into the public channel of the first and second teams, and said anxiously:

"At least two injured people were found in the elevator on the sixth floor. One is my partner, Agent Zack, and the other should be Agent Donald. I suspect the killer is still lying in ambush on the sixth floor. Requesting support!"

"What? Where are they?"

The call channel suddenly exploded. Before Richard could reply, an anxious man from the second team squeezed out of the elevator and ran towards the sofa where Bourne was. He was recruited into the team by Donald and was particularly concerned about Donald's situation, but he also disliked Bourne. It was this guy who had been squeezing Bourne from behind just now, and now he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Behind him, members of the second team walked out of the elevator one after another and fanned out towards Bourne.

"Don't come over here! It's dangerous!"

Bourne, who was hiding under the windowsill and glimpsed the actions of the second team through the gap between the armrests of the sofa, shouted anxiously, because at the same time as he heard Notan's voice transmission, he felt a sharp pain in the center of his eyebrows. It was his talent "Danger Sense" that was giving him a crazy warning.

He swayed left and right but couldn't get rid of it. He squatted down and rushed to the window sill behind the sofa at a very fast speed. Then the stinging feeling disappeared, but the vague sense of threat still loomed in his heart. Bourne knew that there was a high probability that there was a sniper on the opposite building, so he did not rashly let the members of the second team get off the elevator, but called Richard from the first team.

Who would have thought that there would be some reckless guys rushing out, and there were more than one...

"Bullshit, what's the danger? I think it's safe here!"

"The killer killed someone and didn't run away? Did your mother teach you this common sense?"

"Bourne, where is the agent Conrad you saw..."

"boom--"

A loud bang rang out in the small space on the sixth floor, and everyone's ears were buzzing.

In front of Bourne's eyes, as the window exploded and broken glass flew everywhere, an agent from the second team who was leaning against the window seemed to be pushed hard by something. He flew forward for a distance and then fell to the ground. Before he fell, he was already dead because a big hole suddenly burst open in his chest, and a large amount of plasma spurted out of it. With that amount of blood loss, no matter how good a doctor came, it would be useless.

"boom--"

Before everyone could react, almost at the same time as the first person fell, the second explosion sounded, and another agent was blown away. However, this time he was hit head-on. The bullet made a big hole in his stomach, and his internal organs flew out of his body and fell to the ground. The man fell to the ground without a sound, and was silent.

"Sniper, there's a sniper on the opposite building! Hide behind the pillar, hide behind the pillar!"

Bourne ignored the blood splattering and shouted desperately on the public channel.

"Richard, tell the NYPD on the first floor to go to the building opposite and drive him away!"

At this time, the remaining members of the second team frantically looked for cover, and followed Bourne's example, squatting under the windowsills and hiding behind the pillars.

"Boom - boom -"

Two more shots were fired, but this time no one was hit. This gave courage to the Los Angeles agents. They all stuck their heads out and fired back fiercely in the direction of the opposite building with the pistols in their hands. The sturdy man who rushed out first but was spared by the other sniper even put a Remington M870 on the windowsill, without looking in the direction, and just pulled the trigger, as if only in this way could he vent the fear in his heart.

However, the danger from snipers has not gone away, and new threats have arrived.

Bourne did not show up, still hiding behind the sofa, using a piece of broken glass picked up from the ground to observe the building opposite, trying to find the sniper's sniping point.

Just as the remaining members of the second team were in the midst of a fierce battle, the fire door facing the corridor that led directly to the fire escape was suddenly knocked open, and several guys wearing sunglasses and covering their faces with triangular bandanas rushed in with weapons in their hands.

What they saw at this moment were two bodies lying on the ground in miserable state, and four men in suits wearing FBI bulletproof vests with their backs to them by the window sill. Without any hesitation, the group of guys raised their hands and fired at the remaining four people in the second team.

Even though they were all wearing standard bulletproof vests, the sudden attack still caught the remaining four members of the second team off guard. The two agents closest to the fire escape were the first to be targeted and began to shiver on the spot. After the gang of thugs finished their rounds of fire, they fell limp to the ground, and a large pool of blood soon formed.

The remaining two were the Indian captain and the Remington man. They were standing relatively far away, so luckily they were only hit by a few bullets in the torso. While their companions were attracting fire, they both endured the severe pain and hid in the corner, not daring to show their heads again.

Bourne had already retracted his head when he caught a glimpse of movement at the fire door, and only observed secretly through the gap between the armrests of the sofa, because he didn't know whether the ones coming were his own reinforcements or accomplices of the enemy. Sure enough, the cautious character he developed under the education of Black Joe saved his life, as the newcomers had never expected that someone would be hiding behind the sofa so early.

"There are two more cops, kill them!"

"Kill them, and let's go to the top floor to collect the bounty!"

"You damned cop, come out here and die!"

Bourne listened to the noisy commotion outside and couldn't help but feel sorry for the two colleagues who died later: they had all undergone years of training and stood out from thousands of people in competition to join the FBI, but now they died inexplicably at the hands of this mob. It's unpredictable, so the best way to go is to stay alive!

Although this group of bandits had succeeded in their previous sneak attack, they were not carried away by their victory. There were still two people on the other side. If they rushed forward at this time, they would only be able to attract fire for their teammates. This kind of thing was absolutely not allowed.

Therefore, the verbal abuse and provocation just now were just to provoke the other party to come out, but the other party was determined to be a coward, so they really had no good way, so they gradually stopped talking.

For a moment, the elevator room at the end of the corridor on the sixth floor, which was less than 5 square meters, became quiet. Only 6 or people walked slowly forward. The sound of boots crunching on the bullet shells on the ground and the hissing sound of electricity coming from the headphones of the dead FBI agent on the ground indicated that the communication was interfered.