"Group 2, block the intersection of Babos Street and force them to go to Vince Avenue..."

Orlov assigned tasks to his men through the walkie-talkie. This time there was such a big noise, and he would not let the other party escape under any circumstances.

It was almost dusk, the sky was darkening, and the ground was illuminated by the helicopter's white searchlight.

Ahead, Jack also saw a roadblock composed of red and blue police lights, so he could only do as they wished and turn into Vince Avenue.

On the road, after a chase, Bourne's motorcycle was in front, Jack's Mercedes-Benz G was behind, and behind him at a distance was a long line of police cars with sirens.

If you look at it from the perspective of a helicopter, you will find that there are a large number of police cars and special vehicles converging on the two locations in all directions at the same time.

Once the official forces get serious, the efficiency shown is amazing.

The two people chasing are about to fall into the vast sea of ​​​​the roundup party.

In the "Stumbling Block" office area, the newly coordinated satellites have already allowed everyone to have a panoramic view of everything happening on the ground.

The camera on Bourne's chest had been broken in the previous physical fight.

Conklin's mind was racing, things were beyond his control.

He suddenly realized something and shouted loudly: "Danny, notify Falcon and ask him to leave immediately. No, I will do it myself..."

The whole city has joined in the hunt. If it continues, not only the Woodpecker, but Jason Bourne will also have to get involved.

It was too late to send the message, so Conklin personally dialed Byrne's phone number. At the same time, Danny Zorn also thought of something and called the new liaison officer in Moscow.

"I'm Danny Zorn. From now on, don't worry about anything at the scene. Answer me, how long will it take to destroy all the files?"

"All? About twenty minutes..."

"Then start immediately. After the destruction, you leave there immediately and go to Berlin to wait for further instructions."

"Understood."

Putting down the phone, the female liaison officer started to operate without stopping. She had done this kind of thing countless times, but it was just a drill before, but this time it was for real.

She knew the seriousness of the matter, and the one-line contact method meant that she would not have any support and could only rely on herself.

In a certain room, the female liaison officer put the paper documents into the incinerator, pressed the switch, and blue flames rose in the incinerator.

Then she quickly entered a series of instructions on each computer with both hands. As she pressed the Enter key, a progress bar appeared on the screen. When the formatting progress bar reached 100%, a soft sound came from the computer case.

Along with a puff of white smoke, the hardware was completely destroyed.

Logical deletion plus physical destruction, double insurance.

Twenty minutes later, the female liaison officer went downstairs and got into a taxi.

"Go to the airport."

The taxi started, and as the small building in the rearview mirror gradually blurred, the female liaison officer let out a heavy breath.

At the same time

On the street at night, the two "Falcon"s of "Stumbling Block" are still performing a car chase, with several police lights not far behind the car chasing tirelessly.

Byrne did not receive a call from Conklin. His phone was broken when he jumped from the third floor.

Even if he can receive the call, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave at this time.

Orlov has already arranged an all-round encirclement by sea, land and air, and it is bound to bring these two guys who caused trouble in Moscow to justice.

On the road at night, a motorcycle and a big G were racing at a speed far exceeding other vehicles, and they were chasing each other.

The motorcycle is on the left, and the big G is on the right. Vehicles in the middle are constantly being overtaken by them and left behind.

The siren behind me is like background music, always lingering in my ears.

The MP7 in Jack's hand stretched out the window and pointed at Bourne, but Bourne suddenly reduced his speed and used other vehicles as cover.

Da da da~~

Jack didn't care so much. The MP7 spit out tongues of fire, and the bullets blew up the car between them. In the blink of an eye, it hit the guardrail and disappeared behind him.

The sound of gunfire caused other vehicles around to panic. Some turned the steering wheel to avoid it, some braked suddenly, and some panicked and drove in a snakelike manner.

Jack didn't care about anything else and controlled the steering wheel with both hands to control Big G to bypass the car in front.

Bourne took the opportunity to fight back, and gunshots rang out, and Big G's other rearview mirror was also blown out.

Bourne looked back at the big G behind him, slammed the accelerator, put the clutch under his foot into gear, lowered his body, and the motorcycle under him accelerated again, flashing through the gap between the two cars, like a swimming fish.

Weaving through the traffic, he merged into the traffic in front of him in a blink of an eye.

This move naturally caused the driver to curse and honk his horn wildly.

Jack wanted to give chase, but was blocked by the two cars in front, and couldn't find any chance to overtake.

Didi~

Didi~

Beep beep~~~

Jack honked the horn wildly, but the two cars in front seemed not to hear it and continued to drive at a constant speed. One of them even stretched out the window to give Jack a middle finger.

Obviously, they knew nothing about their previous encounters on the road and thought Bourne and Jack were part of a drag racing gang.

Jack didn't have time to explain to them. When he stepped on the accelerator, the big G hit the rear of the two cars directly.

Collision, acceleration, the two cars were pushed by Big G, and then crashed into the green belts on both sides due to the angle of force. Big G continued to accelerate and continued to chase.

On the side of the road, two drivers looked at the front and rear of their cars, jumping and cursing, but a moment later they were frightened into silence by the police car roaring past behind them.

On the road, the Mercedes-Benz Big G and the motorcycle kept getting entangled, and the two shot from time to time, causing a lot of damage to the fish.

The sirens behind were getting closer and closer. After just a short delay, the police car caught up.

In the rearview mirror, the nearest police car was right behind him, still accelerating, and it looked like he wanted to make an American stop.

Unfortunately, the other party found the wrong opponent.

Without looking at the other person, Jack swiped at a passerby and car next to him. The passerby and car immediately made a mess, hit the trees on the roadside, and then overturned. The police cars behind him hit each other, causing a series of accidents.

There was no time to be happy, the churning sound of the engine sounded above their heads again, that damn helicopter was coming again.

"Force them onto the bridge."

In the police car, Orlov issued the order again.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and after a long time of planning, he was finally able to close the net.

At the three-way intersection ahead, on the left, a large number of police cars arrived. If Jack and Bourne did not want to confront the police directly, they could only turn right.
Chapter completed!