I'm a spy in the film

Bourne is the madman, but he doesn't think so. On the contrary, he feels that his brain is clearer than ever and his condition is extremely good.

At this moment, he seemed to be playing a game where "enemies line up to receive bullets."

Ever since he activated the "madness" and "danger perception" talents, although the points were decreasing at a rate of 2 points per second, their effects were very obvious. In his eyes, everything was no longer ordinary, and all had their own numbers and labels.

For example, the group of killers he was aiming and shooting at at this moment all had red ribbons tied on their heads. The color on each killer's body was of different shades. The higher the danger value of the opponent, the brighter and more eye-catching the color on his body would be.

It was as if there was a thin arrow connecting these killers in order of danger and difficulty. Bourne only needed to shoot one by one in the direction indicated by the arrow. Even if some clever guys saw the situation was not good and quickly hid behind vehicles, columns and other shelters, as long as they dared to show up again, Bourne's bullets would be like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping their lives.

"Hahaha, this is so fucking awesome. This game is so fucking fun!"

Bourne couldn't help but grin and laugh. At the same time, the M4A1 in his hand kept spitting out flames, knocking the red-headband guys at the street entrance to the ground one by one, completely ignoring the other side's extremely angry roars.

Tsk, the wail of a loser!

Soon, Bourne emptied two magazines. He threw away the M4A1 that had become a firewood stick, took out two pistols from his waist, a Glock in his left hand and a Magnum in his right hand, and shot three killers in the head in succession, scaring away the remaining killers who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity.

"Zhao!"

Bourne shouted, continued to suppress with the Glock in his left hand, and aimed the Magnum in his right hand at the car blocking the sidewalk on the left side of the street entrance, and fired five consecutive shots at the gas tank filler port on the side.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the fuel tank of the car used to block the road exploded. The whole car jumped up and then fell down in flames, making a gap in the originally blocked street.

Bourne ran a few steps to the right, opened the left door of the extended black Chevrolet that John Zhao had just driven up to, and jumped into the car.

"Go, go, go, rush over, let's defeat these guys and rescue the captain and the others!"

Bourne closed the left door, picked up an AR15, pulled the bolt, and issued a series of urgings. He was extremely excited at this moment.

John Zhao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, still had a pale face. He had not yet fully recovered from the five-minute-long motion sickness. However, the violent scene in which Bourne walked to the street entrance and ruthlessly attacked the killers who blocked the road as if they were cutting melons and vegetables deeply stimulated him. John Zhao, who had just joined the FBI for a few days, had his heart pounding.

Hearing Bourne's urging, a surge of blood rushed to his head. He stepped on the accelerator hard, and the black Chevrolet roared and broke through the wall of fire formed by the burning cars, along the sidewalk on the right side of the street, and rushed into the battlefield where bullets were flying.

"Hahaha! Take my big gun!~~"

Bourne suddenly opened the right door of the car, sat on a large box at the door, held the Glock in his left hand, and clamped the AR15 on his left arm. He aimed at the ignorant killers in the shops on the right side of the street and started a new round of massacre.

“Da, da, hahahaha, da da, da, hahahaha…”

"What's going on? What?"

Due to the obstruction of vision by the vehicles at the intersection, the assassins hiding in the shops on the right side of the street did not know that the Lotus assassin group blocking the intersection had been wiped out by Bourne, and now the killer had set his sights on them. Most of them focused their attention on the bounty targets in the bulletproof cars in the middle of the street, and never thought that someone had the ability and courage to break through the blockade of a 10-man heavy assassin group and rush into the battlefield full of bullets.

Faced with the bullets fired from the speeding cars, the killers on the street on the right were like wheat being harvested by a sickle. They were shot in the chest and forehead and fell limply to the ground.

In this way, Bourne swept all the way and unexpectedly wiped out all the killers on the right side of the street. On the one hand, Bourne's attack was too fast and his shooting was too accurate, catching the killers off guard; on the other hand, most of the killers on the right side of the road were lone travelers, killer teams and scattered groups, lacking organization and coordination, so they were wiped out by Bourne's powerful attack.

The remaining few fish that escaped the net either dodged quickly and were not hit in the vitals, or were lucky enough to be doing other things and not be discovered. But no matter which one, they were all frightened by Bourne's magical operation, and they wanted to dig a hole in the floor and hide like mice. Until the black Chevrolet, the symbol of the god of death, drove to the front of the convoy and was ready to turn around, they dared not show up again.

The car drove to the end, did a tailspin, and slowed down because there were two overturned cars blocking the road. John Zhao had no choice but to slow down the speed and look for a way to the left side of the street.

"Who are you? How dare you do this?"

A killer in a suit and with a big beard suddenly appeared a few meters in front of the black Chevrolet. If he had not been waving an AK instead of a briefcase in his hand, John Zhao would have thought he was a human rights organizer from the Middle East.

"Boom!"

"what"

The bearded man fell down with a scream, his knee pierced by Bourne.

"They were the ones who blew up our car, ran over it, and crushed him to death!"

Bourne said coldly, and his words were like ice cubes, which made John Zhao, who was still in a daze with excitement, sober up all of a sudden as if ice water was poured over his head.

John Zhao stared at the road ahead. The heavy Chevrolet slowly but firmly rolled the man under the car. The man's shrill screams came from under the car, and soon faded away. Only then did John Zhao let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his right hand, but he didn't know that Bourne was no longer in the car until the bullets hit the car body with a "ping pong" sound.

"We're waiting for you, the ones who slipped through the net!"

Seeing several killers with the same appearance as the bearded man popping out from their hiding places and shooting fiercely at John Zhao's car with flaming eyes, the colors and attack arrows that had disappeared briefly just now reappeared.

"Hey, here you come to die again!"

Bourne appeared at the side of these people with a grim smile. He held an AK47 in each hand, lowered the muzzle of the gun, and shot these bearded men, who happily did the waving dance.

Suddenly, Bourne threw the two guns in his hands with both hands, lowered his body and rolled forward, hiding under the awning of a shop, and his figure disappeared.

At the same time, three bullet holes appeared where Bourne had originally stood. It was a sniper!

A few seconds later, a loud "boom" sound was heard.

On the fifth floor of a building on the left side of the street, a figure shook twice in a window and fell from it!

Sniper!

Was he beaten to death?

Who did it?

Before everyone could come to their senses,

"Boom" another gunshot was heard, and this time everyone could tell it was the Barrett M95, known as a cannon. This type of gun has great power and a long range, but it has too much recoil and is difficult to control.

This time it was still the fifth floor, but it was a rooftop. Another figure fell from above, and there was also a gun with a long barrel, which was also a sniper rifle. This was also a sniper.

"What? Was this guy deliberately luring us to attack so that he could eliminate these snipers?"

The last sniper who had just shot a sniper bullet at Bourne suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead. He suddenly understood Bourne's intention of showing off his figure in a pretentious manner just now. The purpose was to lure and kill these snipers who posed a great threat!

However, it was too late for him to realize it. Before he could even look up, a bullet had shattered his scope, penetrated through his right eye, and flipped his skull over.