I'm a spy in the film

"Ahahahaha"

After eliminating the three snipers who were in the way, in Bourne's eyes, the remaining killers on the street, the color representing danger dropped rapidly, and some of them turned directly white and kept moving away. Oh, it seemed that they were running away.

Bourne felt as refreshed as if he had drunk an ice-cold beer in the hottest days of summer. He couldn't help laughing out loud again, and his voice was getting louder and louder.

He returned to the car with the M95 in his arms, replaced it with an AR-15, loaded two more magazines, and ran toward the remaining killers on the left side of the street. This time he did not let John Zhao drive him again, because there was a row of cars parked along the street, and John Zhao's Chevrolet could not drive through at all.

However, Bourne did not go to the sidewalk, but directly climbed onto the roof of a car, ran along the roof, and shot at the killers in the store from above.

One person and one gun actually suppressed the killers in the store so that they could not show their heads. They could point the muzzle of the gun outward and shoot aimlessly. Not only was it ineffective, but it also accidentally injured many "comrades."

Bourne trotted along the "road" formed by the car chain, shooting downwards. When he encountered a guy hiding in the house who was afraid to come out and could only shoot randomly, he would just throw a grenade into the guy and continue running forward without caring about the consequences.

Everyone present was stunned, especially the wealthy people who were protected in the middle cars. They pushed aside the bodyguards and pressed their faces against the bulletproof glass, looking at a guy wearing casual sportswear and an FBI tactical bulletproof vest, laughing wildly while suppressing the killers on the street with one gun each, so that they couldn't raise their heads. They were excited and curious at the same time:

"I thought Superman was invincible, but there's someone braver than him. Whose general is this?"

"He should be from the FBI. I don't know his name. You can ask him later."

"That's the kind of brave bodyguard I need! No matter how much it costs, I want him!"

……

Bourne didn't care about these things. He was in a little trouble at the moment, just a little bit.

"Suka BuLei!"

When Bourne was about to finish sweeping the street, a loud shout suddenly came from behind a street pillar. A tall, shirtless man suddenly appeared from behind the pillar and rushed towards Bourne with his bare hands.

The sturdy man rushed out just when Bourne had run out of bullets and was about to change the magazine. It was too late for him to take out his pistol, so Bourne smashed the AR-15 in his hand on the sturdy man's head.

"boom"

Bourne smashed down with great force, and the AR-15 hit the opponent's arms that were crossed to block his head, and immediately shattered into pieces, but the opponent's body didn't even shake.

"Ulla! I finally caught you!"

The shirtless burly man showed a terrifying and cannibalistic smile. He covered his head with his left hand to block the falling parts and debris, and continued to grab forward with his right hand like a palm-leaf fan.

But at this moment, Bourne did a front somersault, grabbed the sturdy man's left hand that was blocking him in mid-air with both hands, and flipped behind him. As soon as he landed, he took advantage of the huge inertia of his falling body, grabbed the man's left wrist, and with a pull and shake, he directly dislocated the man's left arm.

The shirtless sturdy man had great endurance and his reaction was not slow. As soon as he felt the pain in his left arm, he turned around with a roar and swept out with his right arm, but hit nothing.

As if he had expected it, Bourne ducked to avoid the sweep, ran backwards, kicked off the wall to help him run, and did a backflip, sitting on the sturdy man's neck, clamping his legs tightly around the man's head.

Without waiting for the sturdy man to raise his hand to grab him again, Bourne leaned back, exerted force with his waist, and pulled the sturdy man up from the ground like a dry onion. He spun a semicircle in the air and slammed him hard on the roof of the car. The sturdy man's back hit the roof heavily with a dull "bang" sound, which scared the people who were concentrating on watching this side.

Bourne is 1.85 meters tall, and the burly man is a head taller than Bourne. The combined weight of the two men caused a deep dent in the roof of the Hummer off-road vehicle, which was known for its sturdiness. The glass of the windows shattered and fell to the ground.

Although he was dizzy from the fall, the strong man still tried his best to roll his eyes and scratched in the air with his intact right hand, not wanting to give up resisting.

Bourne sneered, stood up, raised his left foot and stomped it down hard. With a "crack", the strong man's intact right arm was stepped into an "L" shape, and it drooped limply and could no longer move.

Ignoring the former negotiator who was screaming miserably at his feet, Bourne looked up, like the king of beasts inspecting his territory, and scanned the entire scene with a cold gaze. There were a few remaining killers who had shown up and wanted to join forces for another attack, but after seeing the fate of the strong man, they had already disappeared without a trace.

Bourne put his right foot on the sturdy man, with the muzzle of the gun in his right hand hanging down. As long as he pulled the trigger with a little force, the Magnum 500 pistol bullet would blow the man's head off.

Although countless voices in his mind were yelling at Bourne to act quickly and execute on the spot this Russian killer who was obviously the negotiator on behalf of the other killers, it was just a shout. At heart, Bourne was still the traditional Chinese man, Li Bourne, who respected life.

Bourne slowly put away his pistol. For some reason, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief. The scene of Bourne's killing spree just now stunned everyone present, especially the several wealthy people who were protected by many bodyguards in the bulletproof car. They had never seen anyone dare to charge at a group of killers alone. What was more terrifying was that he won and killed almost all the killers.

Although it was generally certain that this "killer god" was one of our own, but maybe this "killer god" had gone mad? Therefore, although there were no gunshots on the street at this time, and it was quiet, no one got out of the car.

It was not until they saw Bourne put away his gun that everyone's tense bodies relaxed a little, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Captain, it's me."

Bourne jumped out and walked towards the car where Captain Norton was hiding.

"I know!" Captain Norton had already stood up from behind the car, looking at Bourne walking towards him with complicated eyes. In his heart, Bourne's figure gradually overlapped with a figure in his mind.

"How are things going guys?"

No greetings, no showing off, he asked his colleagues first, which made Captain Norton's somewhat stiff expression look much better, but when he thought of the injured team members, his brows furrowed again.

"Not so good, luckily you came..."

"You guys held them back, so I took advantage of them." Bourne interrupted Captain Norton and said, "Captain, what should we do next?"

"Clear the road, let's go back to the bureau!"

As he said this, he turned around and shouted to his team members who were gradually approaching this side: "Team three, treat the wounded, team two, check the vehicles, team one, be on guard, and the rest of you, follow me to clear the road. In five minutes, we will evacuate immediately!"

After driving away the curious team members who had gathered around him, Captain Norton took Bourne to the front of the convoy and whispered to him:

"We are bait. There will probably be another wave of attacks later. You should follow behind them this time. Just use your sniper rifle to drive them away. There is no need to fight them to death. These killers are endless. Protecting yourself is the most important thing!"

"Bait?"

Bourne's eyes flashed, and he instantly thought of the various strange aspects of this mission. Although he had not had much contact with the captain of the second team, Bourne could roughly feel that this captain was definitely not the kind of scum who stepped on the corpses of his subordinates to get to the top. On the contrary, he had repeatedly tried to persuade Bald Hank to reduce the casualties of his subordinates.

Although he had doubts in his heart, Bourne was not a man who spoke without restraint. He nodded and said, "If we take another route, can we catch the other party off guard?"