I'm a spy in the film

Because the door was locked, Bourne and John Zhao could only enter the international credit investment bank from the rooftop. However, when they got down to the second floor, they saw the following scene:

There were four bodies on the floor, each in different states of death:

In the hall, a tall, muscular "weirdo" with a nice suit stretched to tatters was chasing a man in a black leather jacket around;

Under the counter and behind the pillar, three people, a man and two women, were squatting, holding their heads and shivering.

what's the situation?

Didn’t Zhao John’s senior send him a message, asking him to come here to claim credit for solving a big case? Where are the robbers?

Who are the two people chasing?

Whose body is that on the ground?

Before Bourne could figure out what was going on, John Zhao had already seen the face of a corpse lying in the middle of the hall. He shouted in grief and anger:

"Uncle Jack!"

Bourne followed his gaze and saw a body on the ground wearing a windbreaker and a baseball cap. It should be the FBI senior.

Thinking of this, Bourne fired a shot at the ceiling and shouted, "Stop it, FBI!"

But it was useless, the hiding man still didn't show up. The muscular guy had already grabbed one of the fleeing man's legs and broke it with a "click".

"Asshole! How dare you do that!"

John Zhao, who was furious, fired a shot at the muscular man's feet. The bullet hit the floor beside the muscular man's feet, splashing debris.

The muscular man casually threw away the jacket man who was howling miserably, and looked up at Bourne and John Zhao who were standing by the fence on the second floor. Suddenly, he grinned, revealing his white teeth, which looked very scary.

"Not good, dangerous, squat down."

A sense of danger suddenly came over him. Bourne knew something was wrong, so he quickly grabbed John Zhao's clothes and rushed to the side.

"Boom!" Wood chips flew everywhere.

The wooden fence where they were standing just now had a big hole knocked out. It was the muscular monster who was originally standing in the lobby on the first floor. He actually jumped directly from the first floor, broke through the fence and jumped onto the corridor on the second floor.

Fortunately, Bourne sensed the danger and pulled John Zhao in advance to avoid being hit. However, seeing the muscular man slowly turning around and looking at them, they knew that this guy would never let them go, so it was better to strike first.

Unexpectedly, this muscular man was strong but also quick-witted. As soon as Bourne raised the Glock 17 in his hand, the muscular man seemed to feel the threat. His figure shook like a big ball, and he rolled up and broke a window on the right side, and disappeared into the house next to the aisle.

"Very good. You are also afraid of bullets. That's good."

Bourne pulled the still dazed John Zhao up from the ground and said:

"Zhao, I'm here. Go down and see if there are any injured people."

"it is good"!

After what happened last time, John Zhao had some understanding of Bourne. He knew that his reaction and shooting skills were not even close to Bourne's. If he continued to stay here, he would not only be of no help, but might even become a hindrance.

So he wiped the tears from his face and ran down the stairs behind him.

"Hey, monster, come out!"

In order to avoid getting carried away again, Bourne did not activate his talent "Madness". He picked up a slightly larger piece of wood from the ground and threw it into the window with a big hole in it.

The wood blocks fell on the floor of the house, making a crashing sound. Apart from that, the house was quiet, without a single sound coming out.

This made Bourne feel uneasy. He took a few quick steps toward the fence, moved away from the door of the house where the muscular man disappeared, and turned his head to shout to the people downstairs:

"Does anyone know what this room is used for? How many doors does it have? That monster ran into the room and never came out. You guys..."

Before Bourne could finish, a charming young woman poked her head out from behind the counter and exclaimed:

"That's the kitchen-dining room. There's no other door, but the ventilation duct on the ceiling leads to the hall!"

"What, the ventilation duct can lead to downstairs?"

Bourne was shocked. I was wondering why there was no movement at all. It turned out that he was drilling into the ventilation duct. But with the size of the muscle monster, how thick would the ventilation duct have to be to accommodate him?

With a bad feeling, Bourne cautiously approached the room that looked like a restaurant.

But before Bourne could get close to the window, the black-painted glass door suddenly shattered into countless pieces with a "crash" and flew everywhere. A sturdy solid wooden dining table was lifted up by someone and rushed out of the house.

"Roar!"

With a roar, broken glass fell from the sky, landing on the heads and bodies of several people downstairs, causing them to scream in fear.

"Ah - Manager!" The black lady covered her ears.

"Ah-Dram!" The charming female employee grabbed her purse

"Ah--Gordon!" The man in the blue vest ran his fingers through his hair.

"Ah - monster!" The man in black with a broken leg and vomiting blood.

What a mess.

Listening to the chaotic shouting coming from below, Bourne was too tired to complain. At this moment, the Glock in his hand had locked onto the guy in front of him who was holding a table and hitting the pillar repeatedly.

I mean, this guy didn't think I was still on the pillar and was hitting me, did he? Do people and pillars have the same feeling? How stupid!

Bourne lowered the muzzle of his gun and aimed at the other man's thick calf that had torn his pants.

"Hey, man, look over here."

Bourne whistled at the muscular freak, but the other ignored him and continued to happily bang the table against the pillar and giggle.

Damn! This is a fool!

Bourne had no choice but to pick up a piece of wood with his toes and kick it at the other person, and the piece of wood hit the other person's bald head where there was almost no hair left.

"Ok?"

The muscular freak turned his head in surprise and saw Bourne leaning against the window with a pistol in his hand. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Who is this guy? What am I doing?

But soon the muscular guy woke up. It was this guy, damn it, and the guy who had been tracking him for five years was both from the FBI. In order to avoid being tracked down, he gave up so many great opportunities and could only hide in this small bank and be a boring manager.

"You all deserve to die!"

He let out a roar and was about to turn around and smash the table in his hand over there.

"Bang, bang bang"

The muscular freak only felt something biting his calves and shoulders. It didn't hurt, but he felt a lot of strength loss. The originally light table became a little heavy, and it was a little difficult to hold it in his hands.

Then, the muscle man realized, "Damn it, I was shot! I was shot in the shoulder!"

A feeling of fear suddenly surged in my heart. No, I had to run. I couldn't stay here. I had taken the medicine and my body could still live for many more years. I had a lot of money and I couldn't be caught here now.

The muscular freak gathered his remaining strength, used the table to block himself, roared, pushed the table towards Bourne, and jumped downstairs.