I'm a spy in the film

It took only ten seconds from the time the muscular man turned his head and saw Bourne to the time he jumped off the building. Before Bourne could even utter any jargon to order the other party to surrender, the scary-looking guy had already jumped from the second floor, giving Bourne a great deal of courage.

In fact, when Bourne first saw this guy, he was a little nervous, especially when this guy rushed up to the second floor with a fishy wind, because this guy was not only tall, but also ugly.

Just like the image of the prison warden after he transformed in the movie "King of Power" that Bourne watched when he was a child. But Bourne is very confident in the Glock in his hand, especially after this guy jumped off the building out of fear, Bourne became even more confident.

As a result, he jumped down in a fit of rage.

Oh no, is this the aftereffect of activating the talent “Crazy”?

Bourne regretted his decision in mid-air. Damn, why not just shoot with a gun? Why did he jump down?

Fortunately, the monster did not take the opportunity to attack, and Bourne was able to land safely.

He rolled on the ground to relieve the impact of the landing, then immediately stood up and continued to aim his gun at the muscular monster.

"Put your hands behind your head and kneel on the ground!" Bourne shouted.

But after jumping down, the other party hid behind a pillar and did not make a sound.

"Come the fuck out! I don't want to say it again." Bourne's eyes quickly swept across the hall.

Besides him and the muscular guy, there were five other people in the hall.

There were two women and a man in a blue sweater, who were obviously bank employees; a man in a black jacket who had a broken leg and was vomiting blood from time to time; and John Zhao who was bandaging the black jacket man's leg.

"What's going on? Who is that muscular guy? Zhao, have you asked them?" Bourne stepped back to the counter where the five people were hiding and asked.

"That's our manager Gordon. He's the leader of the robbers and number one on your list." The low-cut female employee raised her hand and answered.

"?" Bourne was even more confused. What ranking list?

But he continued to ask: "How did he become like that?"

"We don't know either. We had already caught him. He has diabetes, and he became like that after drinking insulin!" The female employee looked horrified, as if she was recalling something bad.

"Yes, yes, he crushed Hector to death in one blow, and also knocked the peanut butter and jelly away." The black lady next to her stood up and interjected.

"Wait. Did he kill the person on the ground?" Bourne asked seriously.

"No, some of them were killed directly by him, and some were killed by him. In short, all the dead here are related to him." The man in the black jacket who was lying flat on the ground, letting John Zhao fix his chest, explained aloud.

"Who killed the FBI agent on the ground?"

John Zhao was agile and quickly bandaged the wound of the man in black. When he heard what the man in black said, he couldn't help but ask.

"He was one of the robbers, but it was the monster who instructed him to come here. He originally wanted to gather everyone who had any connection with him here and kill them. He has already killed his hackers, money launderers, former subordinates, decoys, and the FBI agent who had been tracking him. Next, ahem, we don't know who he wants to kill."

Despite a broken calf and a severe blow to the chest, the man in black was restless. He pushed a swivel chair as a crutch and followed John Zhao. Although he spat out blood from his mouth from time to time, he kept explaining what happened today.

The man in black spoke very quickly, interspersed with a lot of analysis and elimination, which made Bourne and John Zhao confused.

Although there are still many things they don't understand about the whole thing, Bourne and John Zhao know that the guy hiding behind the pillar is no simple creature. The fact that he could mobilize so many people to die and make his subordinates run around in circles shows that this guy has a high IQ. If it weren't for the man in black who showed up to disrupt the situation, this guy would have succeeded.

In addition, I don't know what kind of medicine that guy took, and his body has become that horrible shape again. Although it doesn't look good, the opponent's last shortcoming - poor physical fitness - has been made up for. To be honest, if Bourne didn't have a gun in his hand, he would definitely choose the usual practice of the US officials: retreat first and call for support, use ammunition, and kill the opponent.

After giving John Zhao a wink, the two of them tacitly and quietly surrounded the pillar where the muscular freak, Gordon, the former bank manager, was hiding, from two directions.

However, when the two men slowly turned to an angle where they could see clearly behind the pillar, they found a disgusting guy: if the previous muscular monster was weird but could still be called a "human", then this guy now was no longer a human, but a humanoid monster.

If I have to describe it, it's a monster made up of the body of the Licker from Resident Evil and the head of the Red Skull from Marvel.

The skin on its entire body had fallen off, exposing the red muscles and white fascia to the air.

Where he was squatting, there was a pool of blood, hair, and something that looked like dandruff, emitting a foul smell.

"vomit!"

A sudden vomiting sound woke up the monster who was sitting in a daze behind the pillar, and also scared Bourne and John Zhao.

It was the man in black named Trip. He had been pushing his swivel chair with crutches and following John Zhao since some point, and was now vomiting violently.

"vomit!"

Although he was unwilling, John Zhao could not help but lean over and vomit, because the smell and sound of the black-clothed man's vomiting were so contagious that even Bourne, who was seven or eight meters away, almost couldn't control his throat and let the acidic gastric juice rush out.

Perhaps the mutation of the body caused the "weirdo"'s brain to degenerate a little, so he did not react immediately, but was stunned for a moment before standing up.

When he stood up, Bourne realized that this guy had grown taller. He was two meters tall just now, but now he was probably almost three meters tall.

Even three or four meters away, Bourne could still feel the tremendous pressure emanating from this guy.

"boom"

Bourne fired without hesitation, and the shot directly made a hole in the back of the monster's head. Red and white juice flowed out of the hole.

Hearing the gunshot, John Zhao, who was still vomiting, stood up despite the discomfort. Seeing the monster facing him, he was so scared that he raised his gun and shot at the monster repeatedly. The bullets hit the monster's body, splashing blood. Until the gun was empty, John Zhao kept pulling the trigger. It was obvious that the monster's action just now scared him.

"Okay, Zhao, stop fighting. This guy should be dead. I shot him in the back of the head."

"I shot it in the chest several times, it should be dead, but why doesn't it fall down?"

John Zhao Pingju's hand finally dropped, smoke still coming out of the muzzle of the gun.

"I don't know. Never mind him. Let's call for backup. Notify the bureau and have the forensics department come quickly."

Bourne never put down his gun. Somehow, he still felt that the danger was not gone.

"Someone must have placed a signal jammer here. We must find and remove it!"

John Zhao turned around and ran quickly towards the stairs. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would vomit again.

"Okay, find another witness to go with you. I'll stay here to watch this guy. I still have some..."

Bourne's eyes suddenly widened, looking at the scene in disbelief, and he continued unconsciously: "I'm worried."

In front of him, the monster, with brains spilling out of the back of his head and shot multiple times in the chest, who should have been dead, actually moved again.

It stretched its neck, bent down with its limbs facing the ground, and slowly crawled towards the man in black who was still retching in the armchair. Now it really looked like a licker.