I'm a spy in the film

It looked like a watermelon bursting or a water bag bursting.

As everyone opened fire, these disgusting suicide bombers were eliminated one by one.

Long after the gunfire stopped, a pungent smell could still be smelled from the open space outside the bar.

It was the smell of the corrosive liquid sprayed out by the explosions of those who committed suicide.

The smell is not only unpleasant, but also has a mild hallucinogenic effect.

Fortunately, the saints put on masks when they smelled those odors.

However, the NPCs lacked common sense in this regard and did not take any protective measures.

As time went on, their eyes became red, their emotions gradually became extremely unstable, and quarrels broke out several times.

By the time Duran and others realized that something was wrong, it was already too late. The NPCs split into two factions and began to blame each other.

Fortunately, the saints suppressed them strongly and the NPCs just swore.

But if this continues, violence or even accidental shooting is not impossible.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Bourne came out from the kitchen carrying two strange things made of plastic oil drums.

"Holy Son of Bourne, come quickly, there's something wrong with these people!"

A female Saint called out. She was the first to see Bourne and noticed what he was holding. She asked curiously:

"what is this?"

"Gas mask, simplified version!" Bourne said succinctly.

"Gas mask? You made it yourself? You know how to make this?"

Several saints gathered around, picked up what Bourne had made with curiosity, and began to look at it.

"Give it to pregnant women and the wounded first. This irritating gas has the greatest impact on them. I'm still working on the raw materials. If they work, I'll make a few more later!"

Bourne asked the female Son of God to give two gas masks to the pregnant waitress Charlie and the white man with a neck injury.

Sure enough, without the influence of those irritating gases, the breathing of the two men quickly stabilized.

The bloodshot eyes returned to normal.

efficient!

Everyone, including the NPCs, cheered.

In fact, they can also notice their own abnormalities - irritability, emotional agitation, chest tightness, and itching all over the body.

I know that this is caused by the strange smell, but this is just an ordinary bar. Who would have thought that we would encounter a biological attack here.

Not only the NPCs, but the saints were also affected to varying degrees. However, because they were wearing masks and their physiques were better than those of ordinary people, it was not so obvious.

Now, with Bourne's simple gas mask, this negative impact can be minimized!

We were just trying it out and didn’t prepare enough materials. Now that the effect is so obvious, it’s natural to expand production.

With the release of the second and third batches of simple gas masks, each of the eight saints and eight NPCs received one, without exception.

It’s just that the shape of this simple gas mask is a bit weird.

The first few were okay, they were made from empty barrels used to hold cooking oil, and they looked pretty good.

But later on, as the empty barrels ran out, Byrne had to use cardboard and plastic cups instead, and the resulting shapes were a bit strange.

In order to liven up the atmosphere, several women in the room found colored pens and painted colorful patterns on the paper gas masks.

Seeing their muffled laughter behind their gas masks, the originally depressing and dull atmosphere in the bar finally became much more lively.

At this time, Bourne and Duran discussed sending someone out to bury the suicide's juice with sand.

After all, no one wants to fight while wearing a gas mask all the time.

Soon, the candidate was chosen.

All able-bodied men were divided into two teams.

Each team has four people. The captain of one team is Duran, with two male saints, and the NPC is a black guy.

The other team is led by Bourne, and also has two male saints as members, and the NPC is the store manager.

The team leaders went out separately, and each team shoveled the soil for 10 minutes before being replaced by the next team.

Continuous rotation.

In less than an hour, the land around the bar that was splashed with a large amount of the self-exploder's juice was renovated.

The mucus that emitted the foul-smelling gas was turned over to the ground and covered with thick sand.

This is Texas, the soil is sandy everywhere, and turning the soil is not difficult at all.

Sure enough, the unpleasant smell in the air became much lighter, and after a few gusts of wind, the smell became so faint that it was almost inaudible.

"Hahaha, Saint Son Bourne, you are amazing! I never thought that oil drums and heated sand could be used to make gas masks! You must have a lot of experience, otherwise which book would record this kind of knowledge?"

A black saint took off the gas mask that was tightly clamped on his head, took a deep breath of fresh air, and flattered.

Of course, Bourne would not tell him that this was from a book, and this book, along with the other two, was called the "Three Great Time Travel Books."

Humph, Americans are so ignorant. If a world war really breaks out, they will probably perish before the Chinese army attacks them!

The atmosphere in the bar was relaxed at this time.

The fat black chef used the remaining ingredients in the kitchen to make a sumptuous meal, which was not sure whether it was lunch or dinner.

Although there were only fried chicken, French fries, hamburgers and sandwiches, everyone still enjoyed the meal.

No one complained or asked what would happen in the future. Everyone cherished this hard-earned peaceful and happy time.

Even Charlie, the pregnant waitress with the most unstable mood, sat aside and watched everyone with a smile.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle was heard from the rooftop.

There is an enemy attack!

Duran and his team rushed to the roof, while Bourne and his team guarded the main gate.

Same as the first day.

The same dark sky, the same long queue of cars, the same gathering of possessed people.

But the difference is that this time the number of Russian possessed people is obviously more than the first day, twice as many.

In addition, the personal strength of the possessed person has also been greatly improved.

Not only are their speed and reaction much faster, but their resistance to blows is also much stronger. At the same time, some of them have special abilities and can use their mouths to emit sonic attacks.

Although it was not fatal, it had a huge impact on Bourne's team at the gate.

Seeing that more and more possessed people gathered, Bourne left two people to continue guarding the door, and he took another Son of God and re-activated Sherman.

With the huge roaring noise of the tank engine, the war machine started.

There was no need for artillery bombardment or machine gun fire. The Shermans were able to crush the possessed beings that blocked their way into slag simply by relying on their iron body and icy tracks.

A saint on the roof looked at Sherman killing people below and murmured:

"I think Son of Bern is the first person to tank in the secret realm!"

Duran replied: "I don't know if I'm number one or not, but next time there's an attack like this, I'll drive my M4 to crush the enemy!"

With the addition of powerful weapons such as tanks, the battle quickly came to an end.

The enemy is fearless and valiant, and even when only a few of them are left, they dare to use their flesh and blood to resist steel.

Those who died were all Americans, or possessed people. Bourne liked this kind of enemy the most.

You don't even have to chase them, they will just land under your wheels.

In this way, Bourne and his men fought off several waves of attacks from the possessed beings.

Just like Plants vs. Zombies, various possessed beings take turns to appear.

After repelling the last wave of attacks from the largest group of possessed beings, everyone knew that the final decisive battle was about to come!