I'm a spy in the film

Chapter 269 Discovered

At eight o'clock in the evening, Bourne was sitting in a bar called Country Nightclub, owned by the Martinez brothers, drinking boredly.

In the evening, he had already sent John's daughter to the human trafficker company. After paying the balance, the contact person promised that the girl could be sent back to her parents in Texas safely before nine o'clock tonight.

So, now Bourne is waiting for news and observing the situation here.

Although girls came to chat with him every few minutes, Bourne refused them after seeing the needle marks on their arms.

These are poor girls controlled by the Martinez brothers. They are already in hell. Not only do they not save them, but do they have to take pleasure from them?

One of these days, I'm going to destroy this place!

Bourne drained the glass in one gulp.

Just then, the phone in my hand rang.

He bought this mobile phone when he arrived in West Mexico, specifically for contacting his contact.

The call was simple, but it made Bourne feel relieved.

"The person has been delivered and can be confirmed at any time!"

Bourne quickly stood up and walked towards the door of the bar. When he was about to leave, he passed by an old cowboy wearing a felt hat.

Who is this person? His figure seems familiar!

Bourne paused and turned to look at the man.

However, his gaze stayed on the man for less than two seconds before he lost sight of him.

The other party disappeared into the darkness like a ghost.

Damn it!

He is a master!

Bourne's heart trembled.

Although he was not very good at tracking and stalking, after a short training before joining the company, he specially sought out some senior colleagues in the bureau and humbly learned tracking and stalking for a period of time. Although it was not very useful under normal circumstances, when handling cases, few people could escape.

But now, I don’t even know how the other party got rid of me.

It was like I blinked and the other person disappeared!

If I didn't have to quickly check on John's daughter's condition, I would really like to find this person and ask for advice!

With regret, Bourne turned and left the bar.

The phone call was made to the farm, but John was not there, and it was Ashley who answered the phone.

The girl had indeed been taken there, but not to the farm, but to the hospital in the town.

Samantha, Chris and the girl's grandmother Marian have rushed to the hospital and confirmed that it is indeed the girl, but she has injuries and mental trauma and is currently receiving treatment.

Shaman asked the nurse, and the nurse only knew that the patient was brought in by an ambulance with an out-of-town license plate, and she didn't know anything else.

Bourne finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, fortunately, we have lived up to your trust.

Just where is John?

"Grandpa John drove away in the afternoon and I don't know where he went!" Ashley replied to Bourne in a coquettish manner.

"Didn't he say anything before he left?" Bourne suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Grandpa John didn't say anything, but I saw that Grandma Marian seemed to have guessed something and was a little worried. I asked her, but she didn't say anything and just made the sign of the cross on her chest."

After comforting Ashley with a few words, Bourne hung up the phone, and his anxiety became more and more intense.

Suddenly, he remembered who the familiar figure he saw at the door just now was. It was the girl's adoptive father and the client of this mission - John.

Damn it, saving people is a job that should be done by young people like us. What can you, a 70-year-old man, do when you rush into a strange country where you are unfamiliar with the place, don’t speak the language, and don’t have any acquaintances?

Bourne hurried to the bar.

But it was too late. Even though he searched every corner of the bar, he could not find any trace of John.

Finally, a kid selling cigarettes at the door said that he had seen a man wearing a felt hat, and his clothes were very similar to what Bourne described.

The reason why I have an impression of this person is that this man in the felt hat was with another person, who was a small leader in the Martinez gang and the actual manager of this bar.

They got into a pickup truck together and headed in one direction.

Bourne just looked in the direction the boy pointed, and his heart skipped a beat.

That direction was exactly where the basement was where the Martinez gang was holding the girl.

This old man is going to the other party’s lair!

Old man John doesn't understand the strength of the Martinez Gang, but how could Bourne not know?

He learned from the contact that both Martinez brothers had served in the Western Mexican army, and they had a group of veterans under them, numbering more than 20 people. They were familiar with all kinds of firearms, and their marksmanship was much more accurate than that of ordinary gang members.

In addition to these more than 20 elite confidants, they also have forty or fifty peripheral gang members.

Hugo Martinez, his younger brother who loves weapons, even has a 200-square-meter house in the city specifically for storing his "collection".

Bourne sped all the way to the block where the girl was held as fast as he could.

At this time, the neighborhood was under martial law. There was not a single pedestrian on the street. Only at every intersection and in the dark corner of the stairs, there was a gangster holding a cell phone keeping watch.

From a gangster, Bourne learned that what he was most worried about had finally happened: John's whereabouts had been discovered, and all the gang members were mobilized to catch this man.

And the news he had just received was that the man was an old man, and he was blocked, waiting for the Martinez brothers to come and question him personally.

Bourne broke the gangster's neck, threw him into the stinking ditch on the side of the road, and ran to the top of the mountain where John was surrounded.

Sure enough, on a small platform on the roof of a residential building halfway up the mountain, Bourne saw John surrounded by forty or fifty gangsters.

The guy in the lead, who was the most gorgeously dressed, cut John's cheek with a knife.

This was the signal to start the fight. All the gangsters rushed forward and beat and kicked John. Although John struggled to resist and fought back, he was outnumbered and was soon knocked to the ground.

At this moment, a large white plastic bag burst open above everyone's heads, and a large amount of white powdery substance flew down.

Someone who noticed something was wrong looked up and was immediately dazzled.

"Cal, no abras los ojos (Someone is throwing lime, don't open your eyes)!" someone shouted.

“No tengas miedo, no es cal, es harina. (Don’t be afraid, it’s not lime, it’s flour).”

Someone else wiped his face and responded loudly.

But no matter who it is, they have to stop what they are doing at this moment and wipe their face without caring about anything else.

White powder continued to fall from the sky.

It was too dark, and the person sprinkling the flour was very clever, moving here and there, and was not discovered by the gang members.

Bastard, once the flour is scattered, you will die!