I'm a spy in the film

The female killer in the elevator also took the opportunity to shoot at Bourne, but Bourne had quietly changed his position when the first shot was fired, and sneaked to the elevator door. Seeing that the female killer had used up all her bullets, he grabbed the barrel of the gun that was sticking out of the door, exerted force suddenly, and dragged her out, but he found nothing in his hand. It turned out that the other party let go at the critical moment.

But Bourne did not expect that one shot would be effective. He casually threw the empty gun he had taken behind him and rushed into the elevator to engage in close combat with the female killer. In terms of hand-to-hand combat, Bourne believed that with his current physical fitness, there was no female killer he could not subdue.

However, the facts gave him a heavy blow.

After just a few seconds of fighting, he was entangled by the long-legged female killer.

没错，就是字面意思。

Bourne's posture was very awkward now. He was standing on his legs, but his body was bent 180 degrees, and his head was tightly clamped by two long and strong thighs, making him unable to move for a moment.

His right hand holding the gun stretched straight forward and was firmly locked in the ravine on the opponent's chest. If it weren't for his strong wrist strength, the pistol would have been taken away just now.

But he couldn't hold this position for long, so Bourne had no choice but to empty the bullets in his gun. However, this could only prevent greater damage from being taken away from his pistol, but it was of no use to him in his current situation.

Georgia was lying on her back, her strong thighs clamped Bourne's head tightly, her calves in leather boots were twisted around his neck, and her legs were crossed together to press Bourne's back. She used both hands to firmly fix Bourne's right hand, and at the same time tilted her body to the right, so that Bourne's left hand could only support the ground and could not exert any force.

"This guy has a lot of strength."

Georgia was secretly amazed.

Although she had the upper hand at the beginning by taking advantage of the other party's contempt and launching a sneak attack, she knew that the other party had never killed her from the beginning until now, and she had to accept this. She was clear about gratitude and resentment.

Moreover, she also knew that what the other party said before was right. The other party's support was coming here continuously. Given the current situation between the two of them, this situation could not last long. So, she was the first to speak:

"When I pried the elevator door open, the elevator was exactly what you see. I only had time to check their IDs before you showed up." Seeing that Bourne didn't say anything, she continued:

"You must have heard my communication with Sally, just as we can hear yours. You should know that I am right!"

"what do you want!"

A muffled voice came from the room. It was Bourne.

At this moment, his head was tightly clamped by the other person's thighs. He was afraid that the other person would force down to break his neck, so he could only follow the other person's direction. But this was not conducive to breathing, so his handsome face turned red. What was even more annoying was that the other person's short skirt was covering his face, so it was difficult to breathe, let alone speak.

At this moment, Georgia realized that she had suffocated Bourne so much that he had difficulty breathing. How could he answer her? Plus the direction of his face...

Georgia blushed. She was a traditional Jewish girl, and this was her first time to encounter such an embarrassing situation. In order to get rid of this embarrassing situation as soon as possible and reach a consensus, she spoke faster:

"Let me go. I will no longer be involved in your affairs. Go and save your companions. We have nothing to do with each other."

"no!"

Bourne refused decisively.

"What? You really want to fight to the death!"

Georgia's beautiful eyebrows immediately stood up, and her legs, which had been slightly relaxed, tensed up again. As long as she wanted, she could "strangle" Bourne at any time.

"You have to help me treat my companion's injuries. The doctor will take a long time to come. We have four injured people now. I guess some of them won't be able to wait for the doctor to come. Don't tell me you won't... wheezing."

Saying these words seemed to have cost Bourne a lot of energy. He tried desperately to raise his head, but the thigh that felt so good to the touch was so strong that he couldn't move at all. He could only look up with his eyes as hard as he could. To Georgia, it looked like this person was rolling his eyes.

"Then you must make sure I can get away safely later!"

Bourne hooked his fingers with difficulty, signaling Georgia to turn on the headset. Georgia understood and tapped Bourne's ear with her thigh, turned on the call button, and then loosened her grip on Bourne a little, allowing Bourne to speak less breathlessly and like normal, but Bourne's right hand was still firmly fixed by a plump mass.

"Captain Richard, we have encountered a double attack from snipers and assassins. Four members of the second team have died and two are seriously injured. Agents Zack and Donald were also shot. I found a lady to help me take care of the wounded. How is the situation over there?"

"What? You...wait, someone is coming up, it's not one of ours, who is it? Fire! Fire!"

Listening to the gunshots, shouts, screams and occasional laughter coming from the headphones, the two people here looked at each other. It was Bourne who reacted first. He used his remaining left hand to pat the woman's thigh, which was the only place he could touch.

The touch was plump and elastic, and the strange fragrance coming from the tip of his nose made Bourne feel a little charming, but fortunately his face was already red enough.

However, this emotion was short-lived, because the other party let him go, which made Bourne feel lost.

"Bourne, FBI New York Branch." Bourne ran towards the elevator, of course to save his partner first.

"Georgia, you can call me Little Joe."

Georgia got up from the ground and stood up, watching Bourne carry the two FBI agents out of the elevator one by one and lay them flat under the windowsill, of course to prevent another attack from the sniper on the opposite building.

Zack's condition was relatively good. Although he was unconscious, his breathing was normal. The bullets on his body were blocked by his bulletproof vest. Only a few gunshot wounds on his arms and thighs were still bleeding, but it didn't look like his arteries were ruptured. Georgia tied it up with a garter for him, so he was out of danger for the time being.

Agent Conrad's condition was very bad. His right hand was pierced by a sharp weapon and his left chest was also stabbed. Bourne was pressing his wound at the moment, trying to activate the reverse ability of the "Gate of Wonders" to speed up the healing of his wound, but he was unsuccessful.

"What happened? Is the skill ineffective?"

Bourne was a little panicked. The system was his most important trump card. He didn't feel it when he lived an ordinary life before, but after many encounters with extraordinary events, he had a deeper understanding of this world. However, the more he understood, the more he desired power. He knew very well that in the near future, ordinary people without power would face more and more frequent extraordinary events, and what would happen to them.

"What are you doing? Why are you daydreaming?"

Georgia had just treated Zack's injuries, but when she turned around she saw Bourne with his hand on the chest of the FBI man in a suit. She was stunned and furious.

I'm here helping you save people, but you're just standing there in a daze?

She walked over angrily, pushed Bourne away with one shoulder, and tore open Donald's shirt, revealing the deep round wound on his chest.

"What bad luck! I lost money!"

Georgia looked at the wound carefully. It looked like a puncture wound caused by a sharp object like a pencil. She frowned and thought for a moment, then reluctantly took out a small bottle from her bulging chest, unscrewed the cap and poured a white powder on the wound. She then pulled off Donald's tie and tied a knot on his chest.

"Where are the other two?"

After Georgia finished all this, she turned around and asked unhappily.

"Oh, over there!"