I'm a spy in the film

Bourne zipped up his pants and immediately ran towards the elevator. After running a few steps, a black Chevrolet Suburban suddenly stopped beside him.

The car window rolled down, revealing a young face. Bourne recognized him as a member of the second team, also a rookie, even newer than Bourne. His name was John Zhao.

"Bourne, get in the car!"

After Bourne closed the car door, John Zhao smiled and said to Bourne, "You also noticed that the things in the back are all the things left behind by the killers. They need to be sent to the forensic department. It took a lot of time to collect these things. I just wanted you to wait for me, but I didn't expect that although these local policemen are not good at solving cases, they act very quickly."

Bourne had just noticed that this car had been modified. There were now several large black boxes placed where the back seats had originally been. They were used to transport evidence.

"The captain and his team are just ahead. If we speed up, we might be able to catch up with them! Bourne, I'm going to speed up!"

John Zhao stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed forward like a wild horse.

However, as soon as the car drove onto the main road, the speed immediately dropped. It was simply the routine traffic jam in New York. Zhao Meng was so angry that he slapped the steering wheel but there was nothing he could do.

buzzing.

The cell phone in Bourne's lining pocket rang. It was a voice message from an unfamiliar number. It only had one sentence: "We're even!" followed by a screenshot of the phone.

Bourne opened the picture, which was the additional information of a bounty order. When he saw the content of the information, Bourne's expression changed instantly, and his face became terribly gloomy.

He sent a text message to the unknown number and then deleted the picture.

"Zhao, park on the side of the road and let me drive." Bourne patted John Zhao's shoulder and pointed to the intersection on the side of the road.

"What happened?" Although John Zhao was surprised, he immediately followed Bourne's instructions. He drove across the green belt and stopped on the sidewalk without waiting to the intersection. He unbuckled his seat belt before asking.

"We'll talk on the way!" Bourne had already opened John Zhao's side door and pointed backwards: "Zhao, you sit in the back and load all the guns you can use with bullets. We'll need them later."

As soon as John Zhao closed the car door, Bourne stepped on the accelerator. The black specially made and extended Chevrolet Suburban changed its previous slow temperament and roared as if it had a new soul. The tires rubbed against the ground and emitted a lot of white smoke.

The next second, like an arrow shot from a bow, the car rushed forward. John Zhao, who was squatting in the car and had just opened the trunk, was caught off guard and fell backwards.

However, before he could get angry, Bourne's words from the front startled him:

"Captain, they've been ambushed. Let's go rescue them!"

The main road was busy at this time, but Bourne, who had absorbed Daniel's talent, could not be stopped. He could always find the right road in the complicated traffic conditions, including some remote streets, sidewalks and park green spaces, and finally arrived at the address Georgia shared with him.

Fortunately, the gunshots were still there, indicating that the battle was not over yet and there was still time for everything. However, the entrance to the street marking the ambush point had been blocked: two cars were parked across the sidewalk, and in the middle of the road, three or four roadblocks were pulled across, and two anti-collision stone piers were moved in.

A group of guys wearing red headbands stood guard on both sides of the intersection. If anyone or a car tried to approach, they would be ruthlessly driven away. The group looked ferocious, but they did not randomly shoot at nearby pedestrians or passing vehicles. Bourne also saw two police cars parked not far from the intersection, but the police officers were nowhere to be seen.

"This is it!"

Some distance away from the intersection, Bourne stepped on the brakes and turned around to say:

"Zhao, it's your turn to drive. Let's rush in and rescue the captain..."

However, what was heard was the sound of a car door being hastily opened and vomiting;

"Ouch, ouch---oh, ouch, ouch---oh"

At the same time, in Westbobury, at the ambush point, on the rooftop of a five-story building, a middle-aged man in a silver-gray suit was talking to someone through a headset. At the same time, he was quickly assembling a sniper rifle in his hand, as if he didn't care at all about the fierce gunfight on the street downstairs.

"Guys, I'm in position, what about you?"

"What's the situation? Has the target been captured?"

"No, the fighting is going on fiercely down there! The police's lead vehicle was blown over by the Red Scorpion's men. The Camels are in the front, and the back road of the street is blocked by Lotus' Vietnamese monkeys. Now the Grizzlies are attacking the middle of the road. The police are in big trouble now!"

"Don't be careless. I heard that the FBI in New York State is the second most powerful in the federation. They are not like those weaklings in Los Angeles who can only engage in office struggles and clean up the mess for the rich. You are the only one in our team now. Be careful and don't get harvested by your peers." The man's voice in the headset was very steady, but the man in the silver-gray suit could still hear a hint of anxiety and regret.

"Come here quickly! In addition to the three teams of Red Scorpion, Grizzly Bear and Lotus, there are also many small groups joining the attack. Huh? Oh, there are also many lone wolves! But they haven't taken action yet. I think it won't be long before this group of people can't hold back and join the attack."

The man in the silver-gray suit kept scanning the street below with his scope. He suddenly made a sound:

"Guess who I saw? James Dunn. This guy was hiding behind the billboard on the second floor. It looked like he was going to ambush someone again. He's the best at stealing heads. Luckily, I didn't fight him."

"This mission is a little weird, don't force it! Wait for us!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

The man in the silver-gray suit curled his lips with a hint of sarcasm, thinking: By the time you guys come, the blood on the ground will have been washed away. Ignore them, and rob one by myself for at least 50,000.

He pulled at the tie around his neck to make his breathing smoother, took a deep breath, placed his index finger on the trigger, and ignored the FBI who were shooting at the killer, switching his aim back and forth between several cars in the center of the convoy.

The five-man killer team that the man in the silver-gray suit belongs to came to New York early not long ago because of a bounty mission.

This morning, while they were repairing and purchasing weapons, they suddenly received a bounty notice for the assassination of "Magic Barry" announced simultaneously by the Continental Hotel in New York and the New York branch of the Dark Web.

The bright red 100 million bounty on the notice immediately dazzled their eyes. They no longer cared about the "safety regulations that prohibit external missions during the mission" and collectively decided to try their luck in Farmingdale. After all, this mission not only specified the target's location, but also announced the security situation. Even if they couldn't kill the target, killing the target's three bodyguards would be worth meters each.

As a result, the New York traffic jam became their nightmare. Even the man in the silver-gray suit who decided to ride a motorcycle on impulse had to abandon his motorcycle halfway and "borrow" a bicycle to bypass the traffic jam.

However, before he could reach his destination, the mainland hotel and the dark web released the latest news that the target was picked up by the local FBI convoy and was currently on the way back to the FBI's New York branch base!

The news said: The New York FBI and the special forces have a high fighting capacity. Five waves of assassins have been killed or captured. Groups and individuals with less strength are advised to give up the mission. Along with this news, there are the approximate personnel configuration and route of the convoy, as well as the bounties of several wealthy people on the car. The total bounty of the entire convoy has reached an astonishing five million!

Now, more people were jealous. The three medium-sized assassin teams Grizzly, Red Scorpion, and Lotus, which were located in New York at the time and were closest to each other, joined forces under the matchmaking of the Continental Hotel and set up an ambush in the small town of Westbobury, where the convoy had to pass. Because they wanted to fight quickly and were worried about insufficient firepower, the three assassin teams announced the ambush location and invited all the assassins involved in the mission to come and work together to complete this big order.

As for the bounty? Of course, whoever gets the head first gets it! As for whether the person who succeeds can get the bounty smoothly? Who doesn't have some confidence in the line of work of a killer?