I'm a spy in the film

A gangster wearing a red triangular bandana leaned over to pick up the headset that had fallen to the ground. As soon as he bent over, the dull sound of gunfire familiar to Bourne was heard again.

"boom--"

The one who was shot was a gangster who was following closely behind the man with the red triangle scarf. His neck was broken directly, and his whole head flew into the air and spun and hit the man with the red triangle scarf in front of him. Blood spurted out from the broken neck of the gangster like a burst faucet, and fell down like raindrops, making a small bloody rain in the elevator.

While everyone was still in a daze, the second shot had already arrived.

"boom--"

The bullet hit the shoulder of the man with the red scarf who had just stood up. In an instant, the upper part of the man's right arm disappeared. His severed forearm and right hand were thrown backwards with an M16, fell to the ground and slid a long distance.

"Ah-ah-"

Perhaps they had never seen such a bloody scene. A gangster standing in the front let out a hysterical cry and raised his gun to shoot aimlessly, but he only fired a few bullets. Turning around, he saw a guy wearing an FBI bulletproof vest hiding behind an inconspicuous sofa in the corner. He was pointing his gun at them with a sinister smile on his face. Bullets fired from the muzzle kept hitting his companions' bodies and heads. Three of his companions were soon shot in the head and fell to the ground. He was the only one left at the scene.

"Ah - damn it, I'm going to fight you -"

"Bang, bang, bang"

Bourne held the gun in his right hand and supported the handle with his left hand. He aimed at the last gangster and fired three shots quickly, sending him to meet his companions.

"Damn the designer for placing the windows so far apart!"

Bourne cursed softly, and as soon as the last gangster fell, he pulled the curtain of the window behind him. However, there were three more windows facing the opposite building. If he didn't pull the curtain, he would always be exposed to the attack of the opponent's sniper. He had seen the power of the sniper rifle, and if he was hit, he would surely die!

However, his partner Zach's life or death was unknown, and two people from the second team were injured. He had to speed up. Just as he was crouching and preparing to risk rushing to a window to draw the curtains, Notan's voice appeared in his mind again, but this time her voice was much clearer:

"Master, you control the power of the wind and can use it to close the curtains."

"I tried it just now, but I could only create a breeze, I couldn't pull it!"

"Master, there were too many people there just now. Now it's OK. Try again!"

"Don't show your holiness in front of others!"

Bourne chewed on this sentence and tried to wave at the curtain in the farthest direction.

"Wow—"

A sudden gust of wind blew through the window, blowing the curtains high up.

"You're using too much force!"

Bourne's old face flushed and he concentrated. His mind was like a tentacle and the wind was like an extension of the mental tentacle, blowing gently on the curtains, causing them to move slowly and completely cover the window.

Bourne did the same thing and closed the curtains on the remaining two windows. It took him just over a minute in total, which was much safer than rushing over to close the curtains and risking being sniped.

The members of the second team were closest to him. Bourne first ran to check the injuries of the Indian team leader and the strong man. There were bullet holes on their arms and thighs. The strong man was hit the most because of his large size. He was unconscious at this time, while the Indian was still quite conscious. Bourne could only bandage them to stop the bleeding. Then he made a gesture, indicating that there were unidentified people over there and he needed to take a look.

The Indian captain nodded, forced himself to sit up straight, and signaled to Bourne to go ahead and not to worry about this side. Only then did Bourne feel at ease and turned to walk towards the passenger elevator.

Although he tried to walk lightly, there was still a sound due to the large amount of blood on the ground. Since he had been exposed, Bourne simply stepped forward quickly, dodged and hid in the corner, looking at the wide-open passenger elevator at the door. When he saw this, he couldn't help but shout out:

"Zach, Agent Donald!"

The elevator door was half open. From a distance, Bourne could see the innermost left corner. Agent Donald from Los Angeles was sitting in the corner covered in blood. He was near the elevator buttons, with two long hairy legs sticking out. He was wearing colorful beach pants. It was obvious that it was Zach, but he couldn't see his upper body clearly, so he didn't know what he looked like. In the middle of the elevator, there were two more legs. Judging from the red logo on the pants, they were the uniform pants of the hotel security guards. They should be the security guards that Zach and Donald followed to find the security director.

"The person inside, I don't care who you are. I just want to ask one question: Is my colleague still alive?"

Bourne did not rush forward. He did not want to care about the life or death of the target person. He just wanted his partner to be safe.

There was no sound in the elevator.

Bourne was very sure that there was someone in the elevator, and it was a woman wearing high heels, because there were bloody footprints in the elevator, only entering but not leaving. Looking at his partner in the elevator, whose life or death was unknown, Bourne was furious, but for the safety of his partner, he had to step back two steps and shouted into the elevator:

"I'll let you go, and you'll let me go save my partner. I promise not to do anything sneaky."

"Throw your gun over here!"

A pleasant young woman's voice came from the elevator, a little hoarse, but very mellow.

"Bullshit! The sniper on the opposite building must be your accomplice! Now that the curtains are blocking your view, she can no longer help you. You still have a chance to leave. Our people will be here in five minutes, and you will definitely not be able to leave by then, including your companions."

"I wasn't the one who injured your partner." The woman in the elevator was silent for a moment, then continued, "They were already like this when I came in. The three people in the elevator all had FBI credentials. Which one was your partner?"

"Wear a suit and beach shorts! You have three minutes."

Bourne pointed his gun at the elevator door. However, the next second, a small makeup mirror appeared at the bottom of the elevator. Bourne's sharp eyes caught a smoky-made eye in the mirror.

"Is this your sincerity?" A woman's mockery came from the elevator, followed by the sound of a gun bolt being pulled. "I think I'd better shoot each of these three unlucky guys on the ground, and then I'll go out and fight you to the death!"

"No, don't," Bourne was about to step back again when the door of another elevator opposite the one where the woman was opened with a ding. Four women in revealing and seductive clothes walked out of the elevator, laughing wantonly.

"Go back, go back quickly,"

Bourne shouted, but it was too late. The women saw the bloody scene in front of them, which was like purgatory, and screamed. At this moment, a strong wind blew outside the building, and the curtains that blocked the view were blown away.

"boom--"

A familiar gunshot rang out, and a call girl was hit by a bullet and flew out diagonally. The remaining three women, one of them was smart and quickly retreated to the elevator, while the other two were brainless and ran towards Bourne. As a result,

"Boom——", the one who ran the fastest had his leg broken and lay on the ground groaning. The last one was completely dumbfounded and turned around and ran towards the elevator. Bourne could see yellow liquid flowing down her thighs as she ran, dripping all over the ground.

Fortunately, the two call girls closed the elevator door in time and did not affect the subsequent battle.