I'm a spy in the film

Only then did Bourne slowly recover from the panic of suddenly losing his ability. Although he didn't know the reason, he just checked the system panel in his mind. Not only did the data exist, but his various talents also existed. This finally made him put his mind at ease.

He had a vague guess as to why the skill couldn't be released, but he still needed to test it out. But that was a matter for the future.

At this moment, Bourne seemed to have just woken up from a dream and nodded hurriedly. Looking at the confused expression on his handsome face, Georgia burst into laughter. Only then did she notice Bourne's overly young and handsome face, and judged that the young FBI agent in front of her might be just a college student who had just graduated. Otherwise, she had never heard of any FBI agent who could so easily reach a consensus with a killer fighting for life and death.

Today's bloody and hellish battle scene was probably the first time that the young agent had encountered it. His previous tough attitude might have been just a pretense, but the confusion he showed after relaxing now might be a true reflection of his inner thoughts.

Thinking of this, the little hostility in Georgia's heart gradually faded, replaced by pity. She followed Bourne, walked over the messy bodies on the ground, and walked towards the hiding place of the remaining two FBI agents deep in the corridor.

The strong man was still unconscious. The Indian team leader's right calf was fractured, but he had treated it himself and the bleeding had stopped.

Georgia is 1 meters tall, and with the pair of high heels on her feet, she is at least a head taller than the Indian man. Therefore, when the Indian man put his arms on Georgia's shoulders, it was like a monkey hanging on a swing. Georgia was very strong, and she grabbed the Indian man's wrist, making him very uncomfortable.

Bourne dragged the strong man behind the two men.

Just as the three of them walked out of the corridor and were about to reach the corner in front of the passenger elevator, the safety door of the fire escape was knocked open again.

This time, before anyone appeared, a strong smell of blood was wafted out, and soon after, two figures, one tall and one short, covered in blood, rushed out of the fire escape.

Both of them had Mohawk hairstyles, and their faces with goggles were completely stained red with blood, making it almost impossible to recognize their original appearance. They were both wearing black leather armor and leather pants, which were also covered with blood stains. Under their high-top leather boots, there were blood marks on each foot.

The shorter one among them was holding a revolver, while the taller one was carrying an electric saw. Both of them must have been shot, and they were able to move forward by supporting each other, but their aura was like that of ferocious beasts, and the more seriously injured they were, the more terrifying they were.

Georgia reacted the fastest. As soon as she saw the figure after the door opened, she pushed the Indian to the wall and turned around to rush to Bourne behind her. She didn't know why she did this, maybe she just didn't want such a young FBI agent who she rarely liked to die in the hands of the "Crazy Trio".

That's right, that figure was two of the three crazy brothers she had met in the elevator before. As for the remaining one, the wild laughter and continuous gunfire coming from the fire escape meant that the last of the three brothers was still covering the rear.

Georgia's reaction was considered quick, but the two villains on the opposite side reacted even faster. Almost as soon as Georgia pushed the Indian away, the shorter of the three crazy brothers raised his gun and shot at Georgia without hesitation.

Because he was dragging the strong man with his back to the crowd, Bourne didn't know what was happening, but a faint sense of crisis rose in his heart. But before he could react, a warm body hugged him tightly from behind, and the strong and full body pressed on his back.

Just as he was about to say something, he heard Georgia's suppressed cry of pain from behind him. Then Georgia's legs went limp and she was about to fall down, but at this time Bourne had already turned around, hugged her, and saw the situation in front of him clearly.

"It's the Tramore brothers. Go away and I'll stop them," Georgia said through gritted teeth, her head resting on Bourne's shoulder.

As she spoke, she pressed the wound on her lower back, turned around with difficulty and was about to get into position, but was held back by a strong arm that stretched out from behind.

It's Bourne.

"I haven't fallen to the point of letting a woman stand in front of me. Let me do it!"

He gently leaned Georgia against the wall and looked forward.

The two men opposite had already separated. The tall one holding a chainsaw was Jeeves, the third brother of the three brothers. He ran to the Indian first and kicked him down. Then he stomped on the Indian with his big feet in thick-soled combat boots, roaring excitedly as he stomped.

On the other side, the eldest of the three brothers, Lester, was the shortest and the most seriously injured. He sat next to a corpse, laughing wildly and coughing up blood while smearing the blood from the corpse on himself. Just now, he shot Georgia and wanted to fire a few more shots, but was interrupted by his impatient younger brother, who pushed him to the ground. Fortunately, he landed on his buttocks, but it still made him grimace in pain. The fall even affected his chest injury. The assault rifle hit his chest bulletproof vest at close range, causing internal injuries to his already weak body.

These two guys were doing what they wanted to do as if no one was around, and they didn't care about Bourne and Georgia at all. Perhaps in their eyes, the large group of FBI and police above had suffered heavy casualties from their attacks, and the two guys here, one was a woman who was injured, and the other was a too-young gigolo, so they didn't have to worry about them at all.

But Bourne didn't care who these two were or what they thought. He had had enough today!

They were despised by their own people, maliciously targeted by snipers, attacked from behind, their companions were killed or injured, and now two injured killers dared to challenge the elite detective of the FBI (self-proclaimed)?

Since when did the FBI's reputation become so worthless!

"I want you all to die!"

A vicious rage surged up from Bourne's heart: I'm going to eat you alive!

Like a hungry beast, Bourne squatted slightly, and his body suddenly bounced up like a spring compressed to the limit and pounced towards the Tremore brothers in front of him.

"boom!"

"what--"

"FxxK!"

"what?"

Georgia watched in astonishment as Bourne rushed past Jeeves, the tallest and strongest of the Tremore brothers, and kicked Lester, a short man who was sitting on the ground with a similarly stunned expression, in the face, causing blood to spurt out of his mouth and nose. His whole body flew into the air, circled several times in the air, hit the wall heavily and slid down.

this--.

Georgia was a little stunned, her mouth slightly opened in surprise, but she immediately found an excuse for Bourne. This little boy was seeking revenge for me. It was this guy who shot him just now. Bourne must be venting his anger for me. Yes, that must be it!

Thinking of this, she felt inexplicably sweet in her heart. This boy was much better than her ex-boyfriend who only wanted to sleep with her. He was handsome and had a strong sense of justice. It was a pity that she met him too late.

While she was daydreaming, she couldn't help but scream out in surprise the next second, because she saw that Jeeves, one of the Tremore brothers who was beating the Indian, had quietly come behind Bourne, holding up a chainsaw and was about to smash it on the head of Bourne who was facing away from him.