I'm a spy in the film

The jeep slammed on the brakes and the young man in the white hat fell headfirst onto the hood.

His two legs covered the windshield, and his head with a knife stuck in it hung in front of the car. Blood spurted out like crazy, soon soaking the ground.

"Damn it, enemy attack!"

An angry voice came from the jeep. It was the driver, who had just stood up to see what was going on.

"boom"

A bullet flew and pierced his temple.

"Who are you? We are from the Border Patrol. You are fighting against the US government..."

Before the co-pilot could finish his words, a figure rushed over, pulled the knife from the white-hatted young man's head, and stabbed him in the stomach.

The piercing pain made the co-pilot wail.

But just as he shouted twice, he was grabbed by the neck by the other party and pulled off the car to the ground.

Then, like an execution, his hair was pulled to expose his neck.

A cold light flashed, and the last man gasped and fell to the ground motionless.

By the time Bourne and John arrived, the three people in the car had already been killed by Trejo.

He threw the two bodies off the car without any hesitation, his face was terribly cold, but he said:

"It's a good day today. Someone sent us a car. Let's go after that little vampire."

"Your companion?"

Bourne pointed at the stowaway who had already disappeared.

Trejo said in a deep voice:

"They knew what dangers they would face before they came. Whether they can survive in this country depends entirely on themselves. I will not intervene. If these guys in the car just want to drive them away, I will not do it, but they should not play with their lives!"

He said and started the car.

This time it was Bourne who was driving, because Trejo had to get out of the car every few minutes to determine the direction before continuing to track. The three of them walked and stopped, and after half an hour, they finally stopped the car in front of an abandoned village.

“Right here, the smell of it is gone.

Humph, it's another burrow. These bugs have been using the same tricks for thousands of years."

Trejo spat on the ground and walked towards the village with Bourne and John.

This is said to be the site of a village, but in fact there are only a few house foundations left on the ground, all made of wood. Most of the wood has decayed, and only some stone roads can be seen, indicating that the people who once lived here took good care of them.

Behind a dead tree, the three found a bluestone slab.

There was no dirt on it, it was very clean, and there were a few small handprints on the ground next to it.

Pulling open the stone slab, a dark hole was revealed. Tejo sniffed and asked, "This is it. Now she can't run away."

Then, a strange look appeared on his face, and before Bourne could ask any questions, he continued:

"This guy is so unlucky. She must have run into those scumbags from the patrol on the way and got shot. It would be nothing under normal circumstances, but now, she probably can't even maintain her human form. Let's hurry."

This time it was Trejo who took the lead again, but when Bourne was about to go down, he was stopped by John, who should be called Grandpa Rambo now.

"You stay here and guard the cave entrance. If anyone comes, kill them immediately. Protect yourself at this critical moment."

As he said this, he jumped down the tunnel and disappeared into the darkness.

Even though he is old, he is more impulsive than young people.

Bourne shook his head helplessly, but he had no choice but to take on the responsibility of guarding the door. There was endless wilderness and small hills here. There was no place to hide people, or ghosts?

There really are ghosts, more than one.

Just behind the village, something shadowy was moving on the ground.

"what is that?"

Bourne looked closely and saw something crawling slowly on the dark ground, and something else coming out of the ground, and these things seemed to be gathering more and more.

He took out his lighter and lit a dry branch on the ground.

With the burning torch thrown into the air and illuminating the moment, Bourne finally saw what those squirming things were.

A group of crawling corpses!

How fucking disgusting!

It was unknown how long these corpses had been buried in the ground. The skin on their bodies was no longer visible, leaving only rotten flesh with maggots attached to the bones, leaving yellow and red drag marks on the ground.

What is this? Who made it?

These two questions only flashed through Bourne's mind before he put them behind him. Now was not the time to think about these things. The real thing was to eliminate these things.

I wonder if these things are afraid of the holy light?

Bourne raised his hand and shone a ray of holy light onto the corpses, but there was no reaction.

So is physical exorcism the only option?

Bourne looked at the holy contract in his hand, and then at his trouser legs and shoes which were covered in dirt but still clean.

No, I don't want my pants and shoes stained with the dirty slime of those corpses, and I will never use the holy contract in my hand!

It seems that I must find a weapon that suits me!

As Bourne was thinking, he had already broken a branch as thick as his arm from the tree behind him with his bare hands, followed by the second and the third.

This tree has been dead for who knows how many years. The wood is hard but brittle. I hope it can smash the heads of a few more rotten corpses.

This thing crawls very slowly and doesn't look difficult to deal with, but even though it doesn't bite you, it's just annoying.

With the help of the holy light emitted by the holy covenant, Bourne stabbed the corpse's head and neck with the wooden stick in his hand, breaking its skull and neck.

It was like playing whack-a-mole or pounding rice, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard far away in the darkness.

The bones of these corpses were very brittle and they fell almost one at a time. The broken and rotten heads rolled around like balls, and the corpses without heads also lost their vitality and could no longer move.

Just as Bourne was hitting the target vigorously, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from under a rotten corpse behind him and pounced on Bourne's back.

The black shadow opened its mouth in mid-air, revealing its jagged fangs, as if it wanted to bite off Bourne's neck in one bite.

"puff!"

What greeted the black shadow was not warm and delicious blood, but a hard branch that was directly inserted into its mouth.

The branch pierced the back of the black shadow's head, and a large amount of blood spurted out from behind the black shadow's head.

The next second, a thick, glowing holy contract smashed onto the shadow's head, and white flames instantly engulfed its body.

In just a few seconds, the black shadow didn't even have time to scream before it was burned to ashes by the holy fire and dissipated in the night wind in the wilderness.

"I've been on guard against you!"

Bourne shook off the blood stains on the branches, stood up and shouted loudly towards the darkness ahead: "Come out, let me see if you ghosts are really unkillable!"

A pale guy in black stood out from the darkness. His eyes glowed red, his teeth were protruding, and he said angrily:

"You damned fellow, not only did you kill our leader, but you also dared to chase us here, you——"

Before he could finish, Bourne had already rushed over to the guy.

"Puff", just like the vampire who attacked him before, he was stabbed through by the branch.

This time, Bourne did not use the holy covenant to hit the head, but instead used his right hand to lift up forcefully, and half of the vampire's head was lifted into the sky.

"Bang".

The vampire's body, with only half of his head left, exploded into a bloody flower, and blood splattered all over the ground.