I'm a spy in the film

"Boom boom boom boom——"

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the four wooden supporting pillars broke. Before the smoke and dust could dissipate, accompanied by a series of teeth-grinding creaking sounds, the three-story wooden altar tilted backwards and fell down, hitting the ground and splashing a large amount of dust. Through the dust, Bourne vaguely saw the toilet cabin, still standing there intact, and a chain as thick as an arm wrapped around the door was also hanging there.

"Well done, Bourne!" Bourne in the car received the system's message that the mission was completed, and excitedly clenched his fist in front of his chest to cheer himself up. Next, he had to go back to the exhibition hall and wait for news from Father Marcos!

Without having time to carefully check the specific content of the system reward, Bourne stepped on the accelerator. The borrowed Ford Raptor let out a dull roar, the tires made a harsh friction sound on the ground, and the car body rushed forward.

Only the car was left behind, and thick dark clouds gathered towards the center of the town, casting a thick shadow that seemed to swallow everything.

After parking the car in front of the exhibition hall, Bourne turned on the headlights as he felt it was getting dark. But when he got out of the car, he realized that it was not just getting dark, but it was almost dark!

The small town at this time was like a long loaf of bread that was being swallowed up by darkness bit by bit. The dark clouds in the sky and the shadows on the ground were closing in from all directions little by little. The lights on the streets were being extinguished one by one from far to near, and the houses on both sides of the street were also shrouded in complete darkness.

Everything within sight seemed to be swallowed up inch by inch by pure darkness. The entire darkness was like a curtain, slowly approaching Bourne with a heavy sense of oppression.

If it were an ordinary person, seeing this pure darkness, he would have been frightened to the point of insanity and screaming, but Bourne was not panicked. Instead, he felt that the darkness was somewhat familiar and wanted to plunge into it regardless of everything and become one with it.

Fortunately, Bourne soon came to his senses and suppressed the impulse in his heart. He looked at his watch and saw that there were still five minutes left before the agreed half hour. However, the speed at which the darkness was swallowing him up was such that it would take at most two minutes to swallow him up!

Are you leaving? Or stay?

this is a problem!

This small town connected to the world of terrifying monsters was about to be swallowed by darkness. What was the point of waiting for another three minutes? It was better to leave as soon as possible. The priest was dead!

No, no, no matter in my past life or this life, I have never given up hope. In my past life, I died in a car accident while chasing a thief. Although I feel regretful, I don’t regret it. If I break my promise and run away today, even if it’s only for a few minutes, it will definitely leave indelible regret in my heart. As a human being, you must face challenges head-on!

Bourne snorted, got back into the car, reversed it, and rammed the door of the exhibition hall that was blocking the benches.

"Boom-"

The rear end of the truck smashed the exhibition hall's door, which had been shattered by the previous explosion, and the two benches behind the door were also smashed to pieces. The whole truck was blocking the door, with the front of the car facing outwards, and the bright headlights shot into the darkness ahead like two sharp swords.

Bourne smashed the rear window, took out a barrel of gasoline from the truck bed, and before darkness reached here, he poured gasoline twice along the steps in front of the exhibition hall.

Then he used the broken wood strips of the bench to wrap gauze and dip it in diesel to make a few simple torches and hung them on the wall. After doing all this, the small square in front of the exhibition hall was completely swallowed up by darkness. All the electrical appliances in the hall stopped working. Except for the lit torches, nothing could emit any light. But even the flames on these torches were suppressed to the extreme by the suffocating darkness, like a pair of invisible black hands, trying to extinguish all these torches.

"Bang, bang, bang."

It was Bourne. He threw out three Molotov cocktails. The first one was still in the air when the lit cloth strip on the mouth of the bottle went out. It fell to the ground and was swallowed up by the darkness in an instant without causing any waves.

The last two Molotov cocktails were blown up by a tracer bullet fired by Bourne. The splashing sparks ignited two bottles of gasoline that Bourne had poured on the steps in advance. The bright flames drove the darkness in front of the exhibition hall under the steps, and the torches on the walls of the hall that were about to go out also lit up again.

Only light can fight against darkness!

Seeing that his previous method was effective, Bourne finally relaxed his tense heart. He looked at the time and found that forty minutes had passed and Father Marcos had not come up yet, and there was no movement in the cave!

What should I do next? There are still two barrels of gasoline in the car, which will not last until dawn. Besides, in this small town, it is hard to say whether there will be dawn or not!

Should I save myself, or wait? How can I save myself? Bourne's mind raced!

However, Bourne's expression suddenly changed. He stepped back and swung his axe. A claw with a sharp blade that was grabbing him was knocked away by him. The collision between the axe blade and the blade made a crisp sound and sparks flew out.

On the ground, another silent knife claw slowly emerged from the shadows and stretched towards Bourne's ankle, about to grab...

"Snapped".

A big foot dropped from the sky and pinned the knife claw to the ground, immobilizing it. Then, a fire axe flashing with a cold light chopped down, completely cutting off the palm and forearm, and the remaining force chopped into the wooden floor!

Stepping on the severed but still struggling claw, Bourne lit it with a torch until the arm made of straw wrapped in a shirt was burned to ashes, and then he removed his foot.

It was these scarecrows that would sneak into the shadows again. Bourne was glad that he had been vigilant and had not been defeated by these guys. However, it was not his habit to defend too long and to be beaten passively.

He immediately added and adjusted the position of the torches, concentrating the overlapping shadows in a corner near the wall, waiting for the scarecrows to appear again and killing them one by one. Of course, he did not relax his attention in other directions.

As expected, a steel claw glove stretched out from the largest shadow, but perhaps because the shadow was larger, it did not attack rashly this time. Instead, it slowly stretched its entire body out, allowing Bourne to truly see the appearance of this monster for the first time.

It was indeed an ordinary scarecrow, without a straw hat, with a bulging white cloth bag on its head and three holes randomly dug on its face to form its eyes and mouth. One eye socket was empty, while the other eye socket contained a blood-red eyeball with nerve tissue, rolling around, and no one knew which victim it was taken from.

However, this scarecrow wearing steel claw gloves only has one arm left at this time. It seems that there are not many monsters that can pass through shadows. It should be easier to deal with it.

Bourne swung his axe at the scarecrow's head. At the moment the scarecrow raised his claws to block, he suddenly retracted the axe and kicked the scarecrow's remaining arm firmly against the wall. The axe blade tilted inward and chopped hard on the shoulder of the scarecrow's intact arm, cutting the scarecrow in half from shoulder to waist.

Then, with three consecutive blows of the axe, Bourne chopped off the scarecrow's head, arms, and wrists in one go, separated them, poured gasoline on them, and set them on fire.

The whole movement is smooth and smooth, done in one go.

In just a moment, only a few handfuls of ashes and ten rusty sharp blades were left on the ground, proving that what had just happened was not an illusion.

This scarecrow monster is more troublesome than the rope monster, but it is just a little tricky to sneak in the shadows, but that's it, they are all brainless monsters, and it is not difficult to kill them if you are prepared. However, before Bourne could relax, a series of violent vibrations suddenly came from underground, and the hanging pictures on the wall that survived the aftermath of the explosion could not escape the fate of falling this time, hitting the ground with a ping-pong sound of breaking.

The darkness that enveloped the town seemed to boil and roll, and many blurry figures appeared in the darkness.

Bourne threw a grease-covered torch far out. Although the flame was quickly extinguished by the darkness, Bourne also took the opportunity to see the appearance of the monster outside:

A mutilated corpse with hemp ropes occupying its body; a scarecrow wearing a straw hat, tall and thin, with stiff movements.

It seems that something has happened. All the monsters in this town have come out, and the other party is going to make a desperate move!

Bourne knew that this battle was going to be difficult. All he could rely on now were the fire axe in his hand and the gasoline and Molotov cocktails beside him. He didn't know if he could hold on until things turned around.

If that doesn't work, lure the monsters outside into the house one by one and kill them one by one!

Bourne secretly swore, at worst I would just set the house on fire, and see if you can put out the fire in this house!