I'm a spy in the film

The bar fell into silence.

At this moment, the black guy in the woolen hat suddenly asked doubtfully:

"Did you hear any noise?"

Everyone listened attentively, and sure enough, there was a burst of music and singing coming from outside, the tone was very familiar -

“It’s the ice cream truck!”

The young girl was the first to react.

The bleeding from her father's wound had stopped and his heartbeat had stabilized. As long as he wasn't injured again, he would have no problem making it to the hospital, so after she relaxed, she was the first to recognize the sound.

After her reminder, everyone reacted and looked outside.

I opened the blinds and sure enough, in the pitch-black night, an ice cream truck with its headlights on was slowly driving towards us.

Except for Duran and his seven companions, all the NPCs did not find any other abnormalities.

Their reaction made Duran and the other seven feel bad.

"What's going on? How did it suddenly become dark? It was still bright when we first came in, but it's been less than ten minutes and it's already pitch black?"

A Saint said in a low voice.

Duran said, "The secret realm is like this. You can't use the passage of time in the outside world to measure the time in the secret realm. Let alone the passage of several hours, even in the blink of an eye, it is not impossible that several years have passed."

"What? There is such a thing? Then will we age faster if we enter the secret realm?"

The one who asked this question was the only female saint among the seven.

Seeing that the other partners were also looking at him with questioning eyes, Duran had to explain:

"The passage of time is only useful to those in the secret realm. It will take as long as we are inside."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

This is still fine. If you enter a secret realm and age many years for no reason, who can stand that?

Duran continued:

"Now the demon tide has just begun, and few secret realms are open. You will understand after you have more experience. This is all basic common sense."

One of the Saints flattered him, "Saint Duran is indeed a top player. His knowledge alone is beyond our reach!"

Duran shook his head and said, "It's better to experience this kind of thing more than knowing more. The Saint Son of Bourne who is not with us has entered the secret realm twice, not counting this time, and he came out unscathed each time."

Just when several saints wanted Durand to say a few words, the NPCs lying by the window screamed in unison, as if they had seen something terrible.

Duran and the others hurried over to take a look, and found an ice cream seller with long legs and arms outside, on all fours, crawling towards them quickly like a giant spider.

"Who is he?"

A Saint Son screamed.

"You should ask, what is that?"

Another Son of God replied.

Duran had already opened the door and fired a shot.

"boom"

The long-legged ice cream man was shot in the chest.

But he did not fall to the ground. Instead, he roared loudly at everyone in the store.

His face was very long, with his chin reaching directly to his belly button.

Duran fired a second shot.

The shot hit the long-legged ice cream seller's leg, causing him to fall to the ground.

Just when everyone thought they were safe, the long-legged ice cream seller suddenly raised his right arm. His right arm was actually growing and lengthening rapidly.

The big hand with pointed nails smashed through a glass, grabbed the middle-aged woman's hair, and tried to pull her out.

"Ah——" multiplied by N.

Screams were heard in the room. Someone hugged the middle-aged woman to prevent her from being pulled out. Someone picked up a plate and smashed it hard against the strange hand that was holding the woman's hair.

Until there was a loud bang, and the store owner's Mossberg 500 hit the long-legged ice cream seller's arm, breaking it in two.

However, it is not over yet.

The severed hand could still move.

The severed hand fell to the ground and crawled around like a nimble crab, scaring several women so much that they screamed and jumped onto their seats.

The men surrounded and blocked the way, and more than a dozen of them started to trample on her, until finally Duran, who was standing at the door, trampled her to pieces.

This marked the end of this farce.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Duran said, "Everyone, pay attention, the real attack is coming!"

Outside the bar.

Countless car lights cut through the darkness of the night.

The wheels kicked up a cloud of dust, which, under the illumination of the car lights, cast shadows all over the night.

It was as if there were countless monsters hiding in the darkness, waiting to strike.

"Everyone, get ready!"

Duran shouted and closed the bar door.

"Block all exits with tables and chairs!"

He commanded: "Come two people, follow me upstairs, the rest of you, find weapons, don't let those guys in!"

Everyone acted quickly.

Duran took the shop owner, the black boy and the two saints to the roof.

His shotgun has the longest range, followed by the black guy's pistol, and finally the store owner's shotgun.

The three of them are the main force of defense.

The two saints held mops and long sticks to guard against monsters that might appear on the roof, such as those that could climb walls like the old lady, and those with long legs and feet like the ice cream seller.

"Everyone, get ready!"

Duran yelled.

He had been trained in the Marine Corps and had participated in several mercenary raids on drug dealers' lairs, but he had never encountered a situation like today where he was surrounded and needed to hold on.

And his companions are all elite children from major families in the state.

If they were asked to run a business, or deal with people and manage subordinates, they would be more than capable of doing so, but this kind of fighting is not their forte.

Despite their good upbringing and long-established firm beliefs and intentions, no one showed any sign of retreat.

However, it is inevitable that your face will turn pale, your bladder will tighten, and your legs will tremble.

The car stopped 20 meters outside the bar.

It almost surrounds the entire bar in a circle.

Everyone could see clearly that the drivers in every car were shaking violently, with their heads and faces shaking even more violently, just like the two policemen Duran and his team had encountered before.

as predicted.

When the car door was pushed open and the driver stuck his head out, under the light of the car lights, everyone's eyeballs were pure black, and their mouths showed familiar sharp little white teeth.

"They are all possessed!"

The saints felt heavy in their hearts.

This is not just two, but 200.

In the darkness that they could not see, more puppets were coming.

The possessed persons did not launch an attack immediately. They remained 20 meters away, surrounding the bar but did not attack.

Suddenly, a car rushed into the encirclement and knocked several possessed people who were blocking the road away.

Before the car stopped, the back door opened and a little boy got out and ran towards the bar.

He ran a few steps before stopping and turning his head to look behind him. A disheveled woman tumbled down from the car, crying and shouting:

"Run, run into the house, don't look back."

The little boy stared at the woman blankly, standing there at a loss, motionless.

The woman tried desperately to crawl towards the little boy, but her legs were grabbed by several possessed people.

No matter how hard the woman cried and struggled, she was outnumbered and was dragged into the darkness.

In the end, only the woman's miserable cry of "Save him" echoed in the night sky for a long time.

Everyone in the room heard the woman's prayer.

Several women couldn't help but shed tears.

Especially since there is a mother and a mother-to-be here.

The black guy in the woolen hat couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere and volunteered to save the little boy, but was stopped by two male saints.

At this moment, the possessed people outside the house took action.

They took one long step toward the bar.

The encirclement shrank instantly.

The little boy was frightened by the sudden scene and fell to the ground. The car that brought him here had been surrounded by several possessed people, who were banging on the windows desperately.

As if to protect the little boy, the car ran at full speed, repeatedly knocking away the possessed people who tried to rush to the little boy.

By rolling down the car window halfway, the sharp-eyed Son of God saw the face of the person sitting in the driver's seat.

"The Saint of Bourne is in the car. That little boy is the key person. Go and save him!"

A female Saint shouted.

The two male saints had already pulled open the table that was blocking the door and rushed out.

One person rushed to the car where Bourne was, and the other picked up the little boy.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.