I'm a spy in the film

The possessed beings surrounding the car suddenly dropped the car and pounced on the running Son of God.

The car also turned on its headlights, blinding the Holy Son.

The most desperate one is another Son of God.

The little boy in his arms suddenly tightened his arms and strangled his neck.

The strong feeling of suffocation caused the Holy Son to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

"Do not--"

Everyone in the room shouted in anger, and the two female saints rushed to the door to rescue their companions.

"bang, bang"

There were continuous gunshots, knocking down several of the people rushing forward, but more people rushed up from the back.

The most infuriating thing was that the car that everyone had high hopes for actually hit the Holy Son who was waiting to pick him up, knocking the unlucky Holy Son out and causing him to fall in front of the bar door.

The car fell backwards a short distance.

The high beam suddenly turned on, illuminating the entire front.

The guys in the car clearly wanted everyone in the bar to see clearly how their companion was hit and killed by a car.

"Do not--"

Now the people upstairs also started roaring.

They no longer spared their bullets and shot downwards desperately, but even though they made cracks on the car's windshield, they still couldn't stop its wheels from moving forward.

Everyone could only watch as the car got closer and closer to the body on the ground.

Could it be that the first casualty tonight is about to arrive?

At this moment, a sharp scream came rapidly from a distance.

The experienced shop owner and Duran both looked terrified.

It's a cannonball!

next second.

A conical shell as thick as a cup broke through the darkness, dragging a long tail of flame and hit the tail of the car.

"boom--"

The violent explosion not only blew the car away, but also blew the possessed people surrounding the car into pieces.

Blood plasma and body parts fell to the ground like rain, soaking the five people on the rooftop.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by the roar of the engine, a tank came into everyone's sight.

"M4! How could there be something like this here!?"

Duran screamed without even bothering to wipe the blood off his face.

Everyone else, like him, opened their mouths in surprise, not understanding how this antique from World War II appeared here.

"Are my eyes blurry?"

The shop owner rubbed his eyes desperately, pulled the black guy's shoulder, and asked:

"Tell me, am I seeing things?"

The black guy took off his hat because it was stained with too much blood.

At this time, he wiped the blood off his face with his hat and said seriously:

"Old man, you read it right, that's Sherman."

While they were talking, the M4 medium tank had already rushed into the encirclement formed by the possessed persons and their vehicles.

It was like a wild boar breaking into a chicken coop.

Tanks chased the possessed people everywhere.

It also crushed the cars that were in the way into discus.

In less than five minutes, the siege that was so powerful that made everyone in the bar feel desperate was completely destroyed.

The tank backed up and stopped in front of the bar until there was no more possessed people in the open space in front of the door.

Everyone, either crowded at the door of the bar or standing on the roof, stared at the hatch on top of the tank turret.

Who is it?

There is such a question in everyone's mind.

Compared to the NPCs, the saints probably had a guess in their minds.

However, the man in the car previously left a huge psychological shadow on the saints, causing their thoughts to waver again.

"Bang."

The top cover was opened and a person popped out.

"It's the Saint Son of Bern, it's indeed him!"

As Bourne pushed forward with his hands, he jumped out and everyone could see his appearance clearly.

Blond hair, handsome face, charming eyes, and uh, a suit.

Damn it, where's your clerical robe?

Where did you change into your suit?

Are you here for the trial or for the ball?

Would you like another glass of wine?

Uh, what did that guy take out of his arms?

A metal hip flask.

He drank it and smacked his lips.

Oh my God, he was drinking, in front of so many people, I could smell the alcohol!

Damn, what should I do if I want to drink it too?

Under the complicated gazes of the crowd, Bourne came to the door of the bar, pretended to flick the non-existent dust off his shoulders, and asked loudly:

"Hello everyone, my name is Bourne, please welcome me, let's go!"

……

"I really want to shoot this pretender to death."

A female Holy Son said sourly to another female Holy Son.

Seeing her companions not speaking, she asked curiously:

"What are you thinking?"

The companion replied, "I was wondering if there are any sisters in the family who don't have a partner yet. This Saint is worth the family sending a pureblood to win over."

"Are you crazy? He actually drove a tank in the trial! We were all struggling, but he fired cannons. Aren't you afraid that such a crazy guy might kill himself and his family as well?"

"Humph, what's there to be afraid of about driving a tank? Judging from his performance, as long as he can maintain this level in the trials in two months, even if he wants to drive an aircraft carrier, his family will satisfy his request. The future world needs such bold and powerful people."

"I agree that he is brave, but how is he so strong?"

The female Saint asked back indignantly.

Unexpectedly, the female companion started to giggle:

“I don’t believe you didn’t see that.

How long have we been in this strange place?

While the seven of us were still struggling, he had already gotten a tank.

Although it is just an old tank from World War II, it is not something that ordinary people can control.

Not to mention…”

She pointed at the NPCs and male saints who were carrying weapons, ammunition and daily supplies out of the tank cockpit and continued:

"He also prepared for a rainy day and collected so many supplies, including weapons, ammunition, food, and drinking water. Haha, he even thought of toilet paper and sanitary napkins. What a thoughtful man.

And the little boy monster who was just killed was also discovered by him first and shot in the head.

A saint like him, who is thoughtful, sharp-eyed, skilled, gentle, and most importantly, young and handsome, if you say he is not strong and can't make it to the end, I guess even you don't believe it!"

"It's decided. After this, we'll investigate him thoroughly. But good things must be shared. Then our two families can--hehehe"

Bourne didn't know that his marriage had been targeted by two female saints.

Maybe there are more than just these two people targeting him.

Those who can be chosen as the Holy Sons by the state are all people with powerful families, smart and capable people, and outstanding talents.

What two women can see, men understand men better.

So, as soon as Bourne got off the tank and his identity was confirmed, the Son of God came over and tried to get close to him.

It was none other than the one he saved, the one who was almost hit and killed by the fake Bourne's car.

There's nothing wrong with using the name of a place to build relationships.

Likewise, several saints came over to chat with Bourne.

When Bourne mentioned that there were still supplies stored in the tanks, the Sons of God became even more excited.

If having a good relationship with Bourne would help in the future, then weapons, ammunition and daily necessities would determine how far they could go in this trial.

Everyone was busy moving supplies, including Duran.

But he didn't have a deep conversation with Bourne. He just went down into the tank and handed things up box by box.

After all the things were handed over, he still didn't want to go out and kept touching and looking around in the cockpit.

Until a voice came from behind.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you!"