I'm a spy in the film

After seeing Bourne kill two vampires with a single shot of holy light, Trejo just glanced over here and didn't take it seriously.

There were many records about the power of the Holy Light of the priests of the Vatican, passed down by his ancestors, and he knew it even better than Bourne.

The important thing now is to eliminate the little vampire. Cutting the grass at its roots is a necessary quality for every qualified Indian hunter.

Trejo strode towards the bookcase where the little girl vampire was hiding, but when he passed the woman on the ground, she hugged his thigh.

The woman's face was covered in blood, she had completely lost her mind, and begged bitterly:

"She's just a child, let her go!"

"Hasn't she killed anyone?"

Tejo asked coldly. Even though he knew that women had lost themselves, he couldn't be as cruel to them as he was to men.

"this--"

The woman was speechless, but immediately said, "She killed bad guys, bad guys who worked for Lazar, and traitors under Lazar."

"Tonight, six of us kidnapped her, but she didn't kill me. She even protected me when Barrett wanted to kill me!"

The woman shouted excitedly, as if she was protecting either someone else or her own child.

"Woman, do you know where the most dangerous place for vampires is?"

Tejo asked, the flesh on his face trembling.

The woman looked up at Tejo with a fanatical look on her face, ignoring his words, holding the other's thighs tightly with both hands and refusing to let go.

Anyone can see that this woman has been brainwashed and is beyond help.

John shook his head helplessly and said:

"Vampires are the best at bewitching people. Compared to those smelly but straightforward werewolves, vampires can destroy an entire team with just their mouths."

"A group of my comrades were bewitched into killing each other. They were all brothers who trusted each other with their lives, but in the end..."

As if thinking of some bad memories, he paused for a moment before continuing, "This woman has been brainwashed. If she lives, she will become a blood slave, and a voluntary one. Death may be a relief for her."

"Shh!"

Trejo raised his knife and slashed, and the woman's two arms fell off.

Then, another cold light flashed, and the woman's throat was cut. Blood gushed out from her neck like a fountain, forming small red flowers in the air.

"Vampire, come out and drink blood. After you finish drinking, I will send you to see your mother goddess Lilith."

"Do you think I'm one of those idiots who can't control their desires?"

The angry voice of the little vampire girl came from behind the bookcase; "I am 300 years old, and blood is no longer a necessity in my life!"

Then the little girl's voice became calmer and she said;

"I know how to control all the wealth of the Lazar family. I created this family. Let me go and I will tell you everything. This is a huge fortune that can make you the richest man in the world. Are you sure you want to share it with others?"

Damn it, I was just saying that you vampires are good at bewitching people, and now you actually come up with this attempt to sow discord!

Bourne complained in his heart and was about to give the little ghost girl a good beating, but Tejo was faster than him.

As Bourne took a step, Trejo had already rushed behind the cabinet, but there was no trace of the little girl except a hole leading to the underground.

It turned out that this little girl vampire talked so much just to delay time to open the mechanism and escape.

This was a real mistake. I was fooled by the other party. Vampires are really masters of deception.

You think you have seen through people's second level, but it turns out they are only at the third level.

Great!

"It doesn't matter. I know where this tunnel leads to. Let's go after him. This guy can't get far."

Tracking is also a specialty of Indian hunters.

Trejo quickly found a passage leading underground in the compartment at the corner of the stairs. This was the tunnel they organized in this villa.

He jumped first, followed by John and then Bourne.

The three of them didn't have time to change clothes or clean up the mess. The most important thing was to kill the escaped little vampire.

Otherwise, when this guy runs back to the gang's lair, Bourne and the other two will be faced with endless revenge.

Vampires have a strong desire for revenge!

The tunnel is very long and has many forks in the road, but Tejo can always find the direction forward the fastest.

John was also very capable. Although the passage was a little narrow for his height, he was able to move forward faster than Joe. He was the one among the three who was most adaptable to this terrain.

The control of sense of direction is also the most precise.

There were two times when Trejo had to figure out the Y-shaped intersection, but John, who was following behind him, pointed in one direction and said, "Go this way."

It’s actually correct!

This old man is really not simple. He was definitely not an unknown person when he was young. Who is he?

Bourne speculated silently in his mind, but couldn't remember which Vietnam War heroes the United States had.

The three of them ran all the way in the tunnel, and when they reached a slope, Bourne knew that they had reached the exit.

Sure enough, the lid on top of the head had been opened.

The little vampire really escaped from here.

Trejo shrugged his nose, sniffed, and explained:

"The smell is very strong. The guy just left not long ago."

He looked at Bourne and John and said:

“I’ll go after her, you guys find a car and leave here.

Be careful not to go out recently. The people behind Martinez have many connections in Texas, so your information can't be hidden for long. If you have a chance, move to another state to avoid the limelight!"

John knew that he was old, injured, and had been running around for a day and a night without rest. He didn’t have the strength to keep up. If he continued to hold on, he would only become a burden. So he nodded and said seriously:

"Thanks, Trejo. If you get stuck, call the Ixbentis bar in Los Angeles and ask for Rambo."

Who?

Bourne's eyes widened. He seemed to have heard a familiar name just now - Rambo.

Is this the same Rambo, the one that brought first blood?

Am I dreaming!

But if you calculate the time, Rambo was probably almost 30 years old when the Vietnam War ended, and now he is in his 70s.

Looking closely at John's face, sure enough, he looked expressionless and stubborn. This was confirmed to be the red-headband guy who suffered from war syndrome and had extremely rich experience in special combat in jungles and deserts - Rambo.

His name has inspired many aspiring young people to join the army, and his experience has encouraged many people in adversity to rise again.

Bourne was one of these people back then.

But he chose to lie flat and did not turn over.

Things are different now. No matter what, we have to get some benefits from this old soldier.

Bourne was still lost in his fantasy, and Trejo had already rechecked his machete and pistol and was ready to set off. At this moment, gunshots suddenly rang out not far away, and there were also screams of pain.

The three of them looked at each other and quickly hid behind a nearby bush.

Just as they hid their bodies, an open jeep appeared in front of them, chasing several panicked people.

There were five or six people being chased. They were all dressed like country people, carrying large and small bags on their backs. They were running out of breath, and their bodies were covered with mud. It seemed that they had run not far.

But even though they were exhausted, they did not drop the packages in their hands.

In the jeep at the back, a young man wearing a white cowboy hat stood on the back seat, happily shooting at the fleeing people in front with a shotgun.

It's just that his shooting skills were terrible, and the car was shaking so much that he couldn't even hit the edge of the target after several shots.

But even so, he never gets tired of it.

Bourne could see that those who were being chased were probably those who had smuggled here from Mexico. They might have thought that this was a beautiful country and the beginning of a new life, but they didn't know that this was also hell, a hell for the poor, and that Satan was right at the border.

"No!"

How could Tejo, who was also from Mexico, bear to watch this? Without him making any move, he had already thrown the dagger at his waist out.