I'm a spy in the film

"Hey!"

Father Marcos was still strong and chopped the ball of hemp rope with an axe, cutting a deep gash on the surface.

As if feeling pain, the hemp rope ball trembled violently, and several thin hemp ropes stretched out carefully towards Father Marcos, as if trying to stop the man's next move, but also somewhat afraid of the man's appearance.

Father Marcos swung the axe lightly, cut off the sticking out end of the hemp rope, then swung the axe again to continue chopping at the cut just made, enlarging the wound.

At this time, the monsters whose bodies were occupied by hemp ropes outside the exhibition hall swarmed towards the main entrance of the exhibition hall as if their butts were on fire. They had long lost their reason and just relied on instinct to slam and push the door, trying to break in. They didn't care at all that their bodies were burned by the holy water on the doors and windows, making a sizzling sound and emitting white smoke.

However, the door of the exhibition hall had already been blocked by Father Marcos using a long chair in the house. The only way to get in was to break the glass, but there was holy water on the glass, and the monsters were afraid of it and just foolishly pushed against the wooden door.

In this way, the two sides inside and outside fell into a stalemate, but Father Marcos knew that this situation would not last long. Once the holy water on the glass evaporated, the monsters would rush in and tear him to pieces. Therefore, he swung his axe after another, like the industrious Bald Qiang, chopping the hemp rope ball into pieces and causing it to tremble.

No one noticed that at this moment, behind the house closest to the exhibition hall, a young man was picking up two full Wedco oil drums and throwing them hard at the monsters crowded in front of the exhibition hall gate.

By the time the oil barrels were thrown above the monsters' heads, the young man had already taken the Smithson & Wesson M57 in his hand. He aimed at the oil barrels and fired two tracer bullets with long flame tails, hitting the two oil barrels respectively.

"Boom-boom--" Almost at the same time, two loud noises were heard, and the oil barrel exploded violently right above the monster's head.

The shock wave generated by the explosion blew almost all the monsters gathered at the entrance of the exhibition hall to the ground, and the glass on the doors and windows of the exhibition hall was all shattered. Although Father Marcos, who was swinging an axe inside, was blocked by most of the glass fragments by the hemp rope ball, he was also blown by the shock wave and turned into a gourd with a scream.

The monsters outside were not as lucky as Father Marcos. Before they could stand up from the indiscriminate attack of the shock wave, the rain of fire produced by the explosion had already poured down, covering the heads and bodies of the monsters still lying on the ground. The scorching flames easily burned through the thin layer of human skin on the outside and ignited the disgusting hemp rope that was originally hidden under the human skin.

Faced with this terrifying high temperature, the twisting hemp rope became the best fuel, and gorgeous flowers of fire instantly bloomed on the earth.

At this moment, the streets, which had been dim because of the dark clouds covering the sun, were suddenly illuminated by hundreds of human torches running around.

"Destroy the hemp rope puppet, release the trapped soul, points +3, fire attribute affinity +0.1%"

"Destroy the hemp rope puppet, release the trapped soul, points +3, fire attribute affinity +0.1%"

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Bourne, who was immersed in the excitement of arson and causing a huge explosion, did not notice the messages that were flooding the system screen. Even if he noticed, he had no time to care. Which boy has not dreamed of arson and blowing up oil barrels with his own hands?

It feels so good to destroy things in the name of justice!

Bourne showed a grim smile as he looked at the few fish that had escaped the rain of fire and were blown away by the shock wave of the explosion on the edge of the small square in front of the exhibition hall, struggling to get up and try to escape.

He lit a flame from the lighter in his left hand, and shook the insecticide spray can in his right hand vigorously in the air a few times, aiming it at the monster closest to him.

"Haha, you can't even stand steadily yet you dare to spray dirty things at me? Don't you even look at what I'm holding in my hand? I really don't know whether I should praise you for being brave or laugh at you for being stupid!"

Bourne looked at the monster in front of him with hemp rope tentacles spewing out of its mouth. With a "hiss", a tongue of fire spewed out, turning it into a human-shaped torch.

Then came the second one, and the third one, until there was no more human-skin rope monster in the square. Bourne reluctantly put down the little toy in his hand. There were already four or five empty cans of insecticide and air freshener that had been sprayed dry.

"Good job, kid!"

Suddenly, a hoarse and old voice came from the exhibition hall. Without looking, I knew it was Father Marcos.

But at this moment, his hair seemed to be blown to the side by a strong wind, and his face was black and white, as if he had been affected by an explosion...

Well, this is indeed my own fault!

Bourne stuck out his tongue secretly.

"Come on, Bourne, I need your help!"

Father Marcos had no intention of pursuing the matter and waved at him.

"Huh? How do you know my name?"

Bourne did not rush forward, but stopped one meter away from the door and asked vigilantly. At the same time, he held the Smithson & Wesson M57 in his hand. This thing is more powerful when dealing with people.

"Not only do I know you, I also know you!" Although Father Marcos was smiling, he couldn't hide the anxious look on his face.

"I know your father Nord and Old Mason from San Antonio. Old Mason's daughter Selina is my goddaughter. I've seen the necklace you gave her!"

"what?"

Bourne was shocked, but he already believed it 50%. Father Marcos then said a few code words, which completely dispelled Bourne's doubts.

Because the code words that Father Max just said contained both industry jargon and the code for receiving goods from Mason Manor, especially the last sentence, which was the code word that Bourne and his father often used, meaning "safe and reliable."

"Come on, we must finish our work and leave this town before dark today. Otherwise, we will either die here or leave again in two years!" Father Marcos did not clear the bench behind the door, but asked Bourne to climb into the house through the window.

Jumping into the house and stepping on the broken glass on the ground, Bourne's attention was attracted by a two-meter-high hemp rope ball in the center of the house. At this time, the hemp rope ball was covered with scars, traces of axe chopping, and more were holes blasted out by the shock wave of the explosion.

Through the hole, Bourne could see that the hemp rope ball was not solid, but a hollow ball with an outer wall only five or six centimeters thick. At this moment, he could see a dark red light shining through the hole in the hemp rope ball, still vibrating rhythmically like a heartbeat, which was very evil.

"Take the axe and split this ball of twine first!"

Father Marcos handed over a fire axe and said, "Chop it with confidence. It has no power to fight back now. We have to hurry!"

Although he had a thousand questions in his mind, Bourne tactfully did not ask any questions. He just took the axe and chopped hard along the small holes to expand them.

Watching the hemp rope ball trembling and fragments flying under the flying axe swung by Bourne, Father Marcos finally had the opportunity to adjust his appearance by looking at the few remaining glass pieces on the window. In fact, he was secretly observing the young man behind him.

Although he had heard of Bourne's name many times from his old friends and goddaughter, this was their first meeting. As an old-fashioned man, Father Marcos had a good impression of Bourne. He was daring and had the drive of a Texan; he was loyal and knew the danger, but he still came alone to save his relatives; he was smart, didn't fight hard, and was good at protecting himself. Well, he looked good too, and was barely worthy of Selina.

He could see that his daughter was chaste and her heart was set on this boy. What could he do but support her? If he didn't give her the chance to be baptized, who else could he give it to? It wasn't because of the repeated requests of his stubborn old friend, humph!

With Bourne's last chopped axe, the hemp rope ball, which had lost most of its strength due to the loss of too many puppets, finally opened its originally taut wound uncontrollably. Red light and a fishy and foul smell suddenly gushed out from the wound of the hemp rope ball. Bourne dodged quickly and moved aside, but as soon as he smelled a hint of that smell, he felt so nauseous that he couldn't help wanting to vomit, and quickly pinched his nose.