I'm a spy in the film

"Why can't I?"

Bourne asked in surprise.

"You won't save them at all, you will just kill them secretly!"

Bourne was speechless.

That's what he thought.

Regardless of whether others noticed it or not, he saw clearly that the two people on the pillar outside had disgusting blisters on their skin.

It is not caused by the scorching sun, but comes from within their own bodies.

It is even said that even such a scorching sun could not melt those pustules, which shows that these pustules must be specially used to deal with outsiders like them.

If anyone went up to rescue it, the abscess would burst with a loud bang.

That's not something that can be solved by Resident Evil.

I'd rather die than get covered in pustules.

Bourne shook his head and raised his gun again.

Since the NPC has said not to let him go, there are still so many candidates, let's see who goes.

After a while, the Son of God and Duran who delivered the message came down.

Draw lots.

The two people who won the lottery were a man and a woman.

They didn't say anything and set off immediately.

Of course, some preparatory work was done.

Everyone is fully armed.

The Remington M870 was carried on his back and the Glock 17 was inserted at his waist.

One held a pair of garden shears, the other a military dagger.

The difference is that the female saint holds a fire blanket in her hand, while the male saint holds a pot lid shield in his hand.

It seems that everyone has seen those 'things'.

After muttering to himself, Bourne also leaned on the window to observe the actions of the two rescuers.

The two saints went out and moved slowly and cautiously towards two wooden stakes twenty meters away.

They are focused and ready to attack at any time.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

Until the two of them walked to a position five meters in front of the wooden stake.

Suddenly, seven or eight possessed people jumped out from behind the wreckage of the cars.

They ran towards the two saints on all fours like dogs.

The saints who had been prepared at the bar immediately opened fire and knocked the possessed people to the ground before they could get close.

The two rescue saints did not hesitate any longer and quickly caught up with them to rescue the hostages.

At this moment, yellow sand suddenly flew, and several figures emerged from the sand and instantly grabbed the legs and arms of the two saints.

Damn, these cunning things are hiding in the sand.

They must have hidden in there when it was dark. At that time, they were thinking of using this method to lure our people into the encirclement!

One of the saints slammed his hand on the table angrily, causing it to make a loud bang.

"I'll go rescue them, you guys keep cover!"

Duran shouted, and without waiting for anyone to reply, he picked up a round table and ran out.

This round table was the one he had used to fend off the tongue attack from the old lady who was climbing over the wall.

Duran was seen holding the legs of the round table with both hands, and the tabletop was spinning like a windmill, blowing away all the possessed people who were close to him.

Soon he rushed to the side of the female Holy Child, kicked away a possessed person who was hugging the female Holy Child's calf and opening his mouth to bite her, then drew his gun and shot the head of another possessed person who was lying on the female Holy Child's back, saving her from the siege.

"Go and save people quickly."

He roared and swung the round table away completely, and no one could get within two meters of him.

The female saint quickly took two steps and cut the hemp rope tied around the hostage's ankles with one knife.

The female saint caught the falling hostage with a fire blanket, wrapped him up randomly, carried him on her shoulders like a sack, and ran back.

Duran covered her retreat.

On the other side, the male saint who came to rescue kicked and hit, using both guns, but he only forced the possessed people back, but could not move forward at all.

At this time, the female saint had already run back half the distance carrying the hostage and the mat roll.

Duran raised the round table and rushed towards the male saint like an ancient knight charging.

The possessed people along the way who were hit by him all vomited blood and their bodies flew backwards, as if they were hit by a speeding car.

Bourne's eyes sparkled.

It seems that this is one of Duran's special abilities.

How do you call this?

Clash or charge?

Just as Duran was about to rush to the second hostage, something strange happened.

"Be careful, it's going to explode, hide!"

There were shouts from the two saints on the roof.

Bourne could see clearly that the body of the last hostage was actually moving rhythmically, expanding and contracting, and the rhythm was getting faster and faster.

It's like the game of pass the parcel at the end.

Finally, there was a loud "bang".

Finally, the hostage's entire body exploded.

It's like a balloon filled with water being popped, with countless liquids splashing out.

"Zi-"

The juice sprayed onto the sandy ground, making an unpleasant crackling sound, accompanied by rising white smoke, which was extremely corrosive.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Duran and the Holy Son both made timely defenses.

Duran squatted down and huddled behind the round table, so he was not affected at all.

But the male saint is not so good.

Although he curled up into a ball on the ground in time and used a large pot lid as a shield to protect himself, a few drops of juice still splashed onto his legs.

It immediately penetrated through the clothes and landed on the skin, causing him to scream in pain!

“Ah—it hurts!”

Upon hearing this, Duran quickly stood up, carried the round table on one shoulder, grabbed the male saint's arm, and dragged him all the way to the bar.

The female saint brought a hostage back safely, but did not let the anxious waitress Charlie to see. Instead, two male saints took the hostage wrapped in a fire blanket and carried him aside to look after him.

Perhaps because they didn't want to let them go so easily, more possessed people crawled out of the sand.

The possessed beings pounced towards Duran.

"Don't fire, don't fire!"

Bourne yelled and rushed out the door, firing wildly from the two Glock 19s in his hands.

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!"

The gunshots continued, and with each shot a possessed person fell to the ground, but not a single possessed person died.

Because Bourne's bullets were aimed at the legs of the possessed people.

Soon the magazine was empty, and Duran carried the table and dragged the Son of God to the door.

After doing so much with all his strength, Duran, who ran here, was exhausted and almost fell to his knees at the door.

Fortunately, a strong arm supported him, and then Duran and the injured-legged man were dragged into the house by more hands, leaving the round table blocked by Bourne at the door.

"Shoot, shoot, in the head!"

Following Bourne's orders.

The men upstairs and downstairs, as long as they had guns in their hands, were firing outside.

Only then did they understand why Bourne had not allowed them to shoot.

The bodies of those possessed people who were beaten to death or shot in the head exploded like the second hostage.

The same corrosive juice splashed everywhere.

Even the steel plates of the Sherman tank were splashed with a lot of it, and they were also corroded and making a sizzling sound.

If they had not listened to Bourne and blown up these self-destructive zombies, what would have happened to Duran and the Male Saint?

Resident Evil!

Now, they can shoot with confidence.