I'm a spy in the film

"Do you know of another way?" Captain Norton's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on all the wrinkles on his face.

"You can try. I'm quite sensitive to maps and directions," Bourne pointed to his head. "John and I will lead the way, and you guys follow behind!"

Captain Norton took a look at Bourne and decided to trust this "newcomer" who had given him a surprise today. He nodded and said:

"Okay, without further ado, I'll get them in the car right away!"

Two minutes later, six black Chevrolets with many bullet holes on their bodies, led by an extended Suburban with its front windshield covered with spider web bullet holes, broke through a fence at the end of the street, crossed the lawn of a small park, climbed a flight of more than 30 steps, and broke through a metal wall. Everyone in the convoy was pleasantly surprised to find that they were back on the main road and had bypassed the most congested section. Two kilometers ahead was Highway 495.

"We are saved! We are saved!"

In a car in the middle of the convoy, a young man in a suit and tie excitedly grabbed the arm of a gray-haired old man next to him and shook it continuously.

"Be quiet, little Hamilton, we should believe in the strength of the agents!" The old man patted the back of the young man's hand and said calmly, but the smile on his face showed that he was also very excited at the moment.

"Yes, yes, with that man here, he will definitely be able to escort us to safety..." The young man grinned foolishly.

But before he could finish, a big man in a suit sitting in the front passenger seat shouted, "Helicopter, it's a rescue helicopter, it's flying towards us!"

At once, the rear windows of the three cars in the middle of the convoy were lowered, and one after another, heads popped out of the windows to look at the western sky.

To the west, in the direction of New York, three small red helicopters are flying towards this side quickly.

"Mr. Hamilton, I notified the New York Emergency Rescue Center five minutes ago and asked them to send a rescue helicopter to pick us up!"

In the front seat, the bodyguard who had just spoken turned his head and said proudly, "These three planes must be here to rescue us. I'll escort you away first!"

"Well done!" Little Hamilton in the back seat almost jumped up from his seat with excitement. He had long been fed up with the flying bullets and the fearful atmosphere. He wished he could get on the plane and go straight to his father's estate to cry to his dear mother.

"Little Hamilton, your bodyguard did a great job!"

The gray-haired old gentleman took little Hamilton's hand and said with a smile, "There's plenty of space on the plane. Please take me back later. I want to talk to your father, too."

At this time, Captain Norton's furious voice came from the intercom in the middle of the seat:

"Raise the window, we're not safe yet!"

"We can't go up. We must find a way to notify the rescue helicopter." The bodyguard at the center took the walkie-talkie and said.

"How do you notify us? Shout at the helicopter through the car window?" Captain Norton's impolite voice came from the microphone, "I haven't received any notification that a rescue helicopter is coming to pick us up. Even if there is, it's not coming to pick us up!"

"We can find an open space to park and wait for the helicopter to land!" The bodyguard did not show any weakness. He turned his head and looked at little Hamilton's expression. As if he had received affirmation, his tone became impolite: "Captain Norton, just because you can't do it doesn't mean that the Hamilton family can't do it. Please park the car at the open space in front. We want to get off!"

"My orders are to get you back safely. You cannot get off the bus."

"Sorry, Captain Norton," the bodyguard pouted insincerely, "We have a better choice. This is the unanimous decision of Mr. Hamilton and the others!"

As he spoke, the car suddenly broke away from the convoy and drove towards a small slope covered with grass on the right. Behind him, two cars also broke away from the convoy.

"Shit!" Captain Norton punched the window of the last car. "These damn self-righteous guys."

But he still ordered: "Follow them!"

The helicopter was flying very fast, and before the entire convoy reached the small mound, it whizzed past everyone's heads. The bodyguard who got off the car first stood on the top of the hill, holding a piece of red triangular cloth that he had gotten from somewhere in his hand, and kept jumping and waving it in the direction of the helicopter's departure in the sky.

Only after the plane flew far away and was blocked by tall buildings and could no longer be seen did the bodyguards standing on the top of the slope slowly and dejectedly walk towards the convoy below. The convoy was filled with an emotion called disappointment.

"Okay, let's get going. If everything goes well, we'll be in Queens in half an hour, and you can all go back to your homes in the Upper East Side. Wish us good luck!"

Seeing everyone getting on the car obediently, Captain Norton breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to care about this damn rich guy or this damn mission anymore!

However, accompanied by the unique buzzing sound of helicopters, everyone turned their heads and saw that the three helicopters had returned and were hovering beside the overpass not far above their heads.

Now, the rich men and bodyguards who had originally lost hope were overjoyed. Several bodyguards who had just come down the slope and had not yet gotten into the car ran towards the helicopters excitedly, waving the red cloth and ties in their hands as they ran.

Bourne had been watching through the car window. Suddenly, a warning signal rose in his mind. "Oh no! That's not a rescue helicopter. It's a killer!"

"Get out of the car and hide behind the bridge pillars!"

Bourne turned his head and called to John Zhao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and at the same time opened the car door and ran out. While running, he yelled into the intercom: "Everyone, find shelter quickly. That's not from the rescue agency, it's a killer."

At this time, Captain Norton finally saw clearly that there were no emergency rescue signs on the three helicopters. Instead, they were ordinary small civilian helicopters. Moreover, the three helicopters had no intention of landing. Instead, they pointed the side cabin doors at them.

As the cabin door opened, a Vulcan cannon appeared in the cabin of the current helicopter, with the muzzle pointing at the cheering people on the ground below.

"Enemy attack!" Captain Norton let out a heart-wrenching cry, "Hide quickly!" He opened the car door and jumped out.

"Da da da--"

Three helicopters and two long flaming whips dropped from the sky, lashing at the people on the ground. The bodyguards in suits who were running in the front were the first to suffer. Long chains of bullets swept across their bodies, directly turning them into minced meat residue all over the sky.

Young Hamilton and the old gentleman were stunned by the sudden bloody scene. Although they had just experienced a fierce assassination, they still had a bulletproof car to hide in at that time. But now, this bulletproof car that should have protected their safety might become an iron coffin that trapped them in front of the Gatling Bodhisattva who believes in the equality of all beings.

"Drive quickly, quickly!"

The old gentleman was the first to react and yelled at the driver, but he pushed the car door open, jumped out of the car and ran towards the nearby bridge pillar.