I'm a spy in the film

At this moment, a naked, ugly monster pounced towards Bourne. Bourne picked up a golf cue from the bar and stabbed it into the guy's chest with a "puff".

Pulling out the club, the monster fell to the ground, motionless.

It really worked, but the quality of the club was too poor. After poking just one, a crack appeared on the shaft. I guess I won’t be able to poke through the second one and it will probably break.

Bourne simply broke the club in two, threw half to Father Jacob and kept the other half for himself.

Seeing that Father Jacob was eager to try and exorcise the monster, Bourne quickly stopped him: "Father, you'd better take Kate and Scott and hide here. Don't come out unless the monster finds you!"

"Now is not the time to be a hero, think about the children!"

After saying that, he ignored him and rushed to the center of the hall with the golf club in hand.

Although he had never practiced swordsmanship and this broken pool cue was not a sword, but mastering one skill meant mastering a hundred skills. Bourne rushed over and stabbed two monsters from behind.

At this moment, the hall was in chaos.

Although the drinkers fought hard and the monsters were not moving fast, they were numerous and fearless, so the situation gradually tilted towards the monsters.

Until Bourne joined the fray.

There is no other movement, just stabbing, pulling, poking, and pulling, just like a piston, every time the rod is pushed out, liquid will flow out.

Moreover, Bourne did not confront the monsters head-on, but instead specifically looked for those monsters that were in a stalemate with the drinkers and attacked them from behind.

In this way, we can not only solve the problem of monsters, but also release a resistance force, which is very efficient.

Gradually, the monsters found that their companions were becoming fewer and fewer, while the surviving drinkers were gathering in larger and larger numbers, and in turn suppressed them.

Some of the drinkers held up tables and chairs as shields and stood in front to block the monsters' attacks, while others followed Bourne's example and picked up pool cues to stab the monsters' heads and chests.

There are also some drinkers who have the good habit of carrying weapons with them. They are at the back of the crowd, checking for omissions.

Bourne had also changed his weapon at this time. He held two table legs as thick as his arms. One end of the table legs had been cut into a sharp spear head by a dagger, and he stabbed the monster left and right, killing it with each stab. It was so satisfying.

Suddenly, a monster jumped onto the steps and let out a sharp scream. All the monsters fighting alone stopped fighting when they heard the scream and ran towards the steps. Bourne took the opportunity to stab and kill two more from behind.

Now, the monsters were all panicked, because the survivors spontaneously followed Bourne and rushed up the stairs, catching up and killing the monsters who were already fleeing in a hurry one by one.

The so-called defeat is like a mountain collapsing, and this is all.

The screaming monster was the dancer Santanica who bit Richard to death.

She was originally going to gather all the surviving men in the house and ask them to open the windows and let the low-level blood servants outside in, but she didn't expect that someone would be able to bring the surviving blood food and launch a counterattack.

And the counterattack was so swift and fierce that it scattered the dozen or so men left in the hall, and even she was almost pierced by Bourne.

If she hadn't been quick and the two blood servants hadn't blocked a few attacks for her, she would probably not have escaped into the tunnel, but would have lay on the ground and turned into blood.

Damn it, if they hadn't taken my gem, if my power hadn't been restored, if...

When I get the gem back and regain my power, I will make sure all of you die!

Santanica was angry.

But then she changed her mind and realized that the group of blood-eating people outside were very powerful. It would be better to lure them to the hiding place of those old guys and let the two groups fight each other.

No matter who is left, they will not be my opponent!

Thinking of herself getting the gem back, putting on the blood-red cloak, and sitting back on the throne of the Blood Donation Queen, Santanica's rotten and withered heart seemed to beat again.

Power seemed to be beckoning to her.

Well, now there is only one question, how to lure them down?

The bar hall was in a mess at this time, with killed monsters and bitten drinkers scattered all over the floor. Red and green blood mixed together and flowed all over the floor.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on? What the hell are these monsters?"

"It's a vampire! I've heard that people often go missing here, and some people have seen blood-sucking monsters roaming around here. I didn't expect it to be true."

"You dare to come here knowing this kind of thing exists? Are you their spy? A traitor!"

"Fuck, who makes the girls here so hot and so cheap? Can you find a better deal than this in West Mexico?"

……

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Most of them came here because of its reputation, or had already experienced it before and this was their second or third visit.

If they knew that the ones getting intimate with them were those ugly monsters on the ground, and that they would risk having their blood sucked dry, they would never come even if they were beaten to death.

But the question now is, what should they do?

"The car is outside, let's get out of this damn place!"

Some people were frightened and wanted to leave quickly, but were stopped by their companions:

"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you know how many monsters there are out there? If you want to die, do it yourself. Don't drag others along with you."

"What should we do? Wait here to die? Several monsters escaped just now. Will they call more monsters out?"

While everyone was arguing, Bourne and a few old drivers were hammering and banging at the place where the vampires had just disappeared.

Suddenly, an old black driver who was checking the pillar pressed something, and with a creaking sound, a floor tile moved, revealing a tunnel leading to somewhere unknown.

"It's authentic!"

As if they saw hope for life, everyone gathered around.

Only Bourne took a few steps back, because the moment the tunnel opened, he felt a sea of ​​blood rushing towards him, and the threat of death in his mind was a crazy warning.

It's very dangerous down here.

"Those guys escaped from here? Let's go down quickly too!"

"They have killed a lot of people. The dead people's belongings must be down there. Find them. They are all ours!"

"Yes, we worked so hard to kill so many monsters, it's not too much to get a little reward."

"That's right, we've killed so many monsters that they're scared and don't dare to come out. Even if they come out, we have guns and spears, so we're not afraid of them at all!"

Several survivors who had already drunk a lot of alcohol had red eyes for some reason. After a few words, they were about to go into the tunnel, and they didn't listen to the dissuasion of people around them.

With the idea of ​​someone exploring the way, Bourne and the remaining veteran drivers did not try to persuade them. Instead, they helped them prepare a few torches and used plates as shields.

Those people laughed and went down the tunnel. They also told Bourne and others who had not come down yet that they would leave a few treasures behind in consideration of the torches and the fact that they did not fight with them.

Bourne didn't care, but Father Jacob's son West, who was young and hot-tempered, couldn't stand the provocation and rushed into the tunnel regardless of anything. However, Bourne was quick to grab him by the collar and brought him back.

"What are you doing? You don't even know what's going on down there. What if you run down there rashly and run into danger?"

"I don't care, I just can't stand them, I'm going down!"

West twisted his body hard, trying to break free from Bourne's big hand, but Bourne's right hand was like a pair of iron clamps, holding him so tightly that he couldn't break free at all.

However, at this time, Bourne also discovered something wrong.