I'm a spy in the film

At this time in the street, although the exchange of fire between the two sides was quite fierce, the man in the silver-gray suit who had been in the business for several years could see that both sides were very restrained. On the one hand, none of the targets mentioned in the intelligence were seen, and the killers did not want to offend the FBI because of an unfounded mission target; on the other hand, the FBI was also willing to delay time and wait for reinforcements to arrive and scare away these killers, and did not want to retaliate excessively to anger the other side. After all, they were just earning a salary. Why would they go crazy working for these rich people?

Therefore, from the time the first car was bombed until now, except for the unlucky guy in the first car and a civilian car hit by the landmine, there were no casualties on both sides. However, on the one hand, the injured people were not targets, they were not valuable, and not worth wasting bullets on. Secondly, this is New York, although it is a suburb, but if a killer massacres civilians for no reason, it will inevitably lead to severe crackdowns by the police, so no one paid attention to the killers and let them waile in the car.

The entire convoy of nine vehicles was stuck on this street less than 50 meters long. On both sides of the street were low-rise apartment buildings no higher than six stories. The assassins were in the shops on the first floor, exchanging fire with the FBI agents in the convoy. As for the floors above the second floor, because of the tall sycamore trees planted on both sides of the street, the visibility and shooting range were very poor, so apart from a few snipers, no one was there.

In the eyes of the man in the silver suit, the special task force led by the FBI agent in New York was obviously well-trained. Although they were suddenly attacked, they remained calm and quickly used the bulletproof car as a barrier to establish three combat teams, two in the front and one in the back, forming a triangle to firmly protect the cars in the middle. In order to guard against snipers, they also threw out several smoke bombs to block the sight of insidious snipers like him.

However, as the killers continued to arrive, the group at the end of the convoy was clearly at a disadvantage, and there have not been too many casualties so far. On the one hand, it was because the killers were competing with each other and were not united. On the other hand, these cops were worthless, but killing or injuring them would have serious consequences. Everyone came here to make money, not to make enemies!

Bourne's captain Norton was well aware of this. He had just learned from a phone call that he was used as bait, and in his heart he cursed the mastermind behind this incident, Los Angeles Deputy Director Stanley Locke.

Although his immediate superior, Bald Hank, told him that two special forces teams had been dispatched urgently, Hank also told him that being the bait was a decision made from above, and the longer they could attract the killer, the more advantage New York would have in the transaction between the two branches, so, for now, they could only rely on themselves.

"Fake!"

Captain Norton, who never swore, also spat fiercely. No wonder he was asked to pick a special forces team before departure, and it had to be an "elite" one. Presumably, the higher-ups had already made the PY deal, but just kept it a secret from the people below.

“These damn bureaucrats!”

Although the situation is now in a stalemate, Captain Norton knows that this situation cannot continue forever. Three minutes is the limit of the opponent's patience and temptation. Once the opponent starts to attack, the team he has placed at the end will inevitably be hit by a violent storm and will be destroyed at any moment. But at this time he has no choice but to pray. I hope those killers will not dare to kill the FBI because this is New York, and that the reinforcement team will arrive soon.

"Captain, Stan is dying!" At this time, a team member shouted loudly in a crying voice.

Norton turned his head and saw a black team member who had lost his right arm sitting on the ground, leaning against the wheel, his lips turned white due to excessive blood loss.

The black man named Stan was the captain of the special operations team. When the convoy was ambushed and forced to stop, he was the first to throw out a smoke bomb, which effectively interfered with the enemy's vision. But when he threw the second one, a high-powered sniper bullet took away his right forearm directly from the elbow.

This shot directly interrupted Captain Norton's subsequent layout, and the entire team was forced to hold on. The wealthy people who originally wanted their bodyguards to join the battle also hid in the bulletproof car and dared not show their heads. After all, they had never seen the sniper, but they saw the person who was hit by the sniper today. Under the sniper's scope, no one dared to take such a risk.

"Hand over Barry, and those guys too. You know who they are. We are all here for the bounty, not for a little salary and a pension!"

The gunfire continued, and a rough voice with a Russian accent suddenly sounded from the front of the convoy.

"Barry is not in the convoy, you have been deceived. We are just an ordinary escort team! We are escorting local celebrities!" Captain Norton shouted while hiding behind a stone platform. He did not want to lose his brothers' lives for an unfounded reason.

"Then there's nothing to talk about!" the other party said coldly.

"I'll say it again, Barry is not in our convoy! Our support will be here soon. If you don't want to be hunted down by the entire FBI, leave now!"

"You're about to be unable to take care of yourselves, and you still dare to threaten us?" The rough voice was full of disdain.

"We can testify that we have never seen the person you are talking about. Let us go. We are willing to pay for our lives!" A voice suddenly came from a car. "Don't shoot. I am not your target. Our boss is willing to pay double the bounty if you let him go!"

As the voice came out, the attacks on the car gradually decreased and finally stopped.

Then, the car door slowly opened and a head cautiously poked out. It was a bodyguard.

He raised his hands high, squeezed out from the crack in the door, and looked around panically.

Next came the second bodyguard, and the third...

"boom!"

There was that sound of death again, and the third head exploded, splattering blood and brain matter all over the two bodyguards in front. Yes, the third person who came out was one of the rich men, and the one who shot his head off was the sniper expert who had broken the black agent's arm with a single shot before.

"Da da da!"

This shot was like a signal. The exchange of fire, which had slowed down due to the conversation between the two sides, suddenly became fierce again. The two bodyguards who had just got off the car became the victims of this negotiation. Several guns fired at them and they were shot into sieves in minutes. They were dead.

"Idiot! Bastard!"

The people in the cars in the middle cursed inwardly, completely forgetting that they had just held the idea of ​​persuading the killers through negotiation. Now it seemed that the other party was determined to kill them all, which made these powerful and wealthy people feel a little desperate!

The man in the silver suit was watching this scene with great interest on the rooftop. He also wanted to grab the head just now, but unfortunately the person got there first. That person was James Dunn. This guy obviously changed his location again, so now he didn't know where this guy, who was also a silver medal killer in the mainland hotel and the dark web, was hiding.

"Fight, fight, the outcome will be clear in three minutes!"

The man in the silver-gray suit muttered to himself.

Suddenly, a rhythmic sound of "da da da, da da da, da da da" came from the other side of the street. The man in the silver-gray suit could tell that it was the sound of M4A1.

"Who is that? Shooting in rhythm? Does he think this is a concert? This kind of guy who loves to show off will definitely die the fastest!" He thought maliciously, but soon, the screams and shouts that followed made him realize that something was wrong. However, only a sniper like him on the rooftop could accurately grasp most of the battlefield. But when he saw everything that happened clearly, even though he could claim to be a veteran in battle, he couldn't help but gasp:

"This guy is so crazy, doesn't he want to die? The people of Lotus are so miserable, they were slaughtered by a madman with good shooting skills!"