I'm a spy in the film

Chapter 246 Whose Truck?

"I don't know, but if you don't treat the wound on your leg, you will definitely die."

He tore off his tie and quickly tied it around the policewoman's thigh. In fact, he quietly cast the Gate of Wonders to stop the bleeding from the wound on the policewoman's leg.

Because, although the upper half of the monster's head was hit off, its body was still standing there upright and did not fall down, as if it had another trick up its sleeve.

"Is it dead? Why doesn't it fall down?" The policewoman gritted her teeth, her voice trembling.

"I don't know, where did this guy come from?"

"It's an ogre! When I was a kid, I heard from the elders in the tribe that there was a man-eating monster that would come out every 23 years to hunt humans." The policewoman looked bitter: "I didn't expect this to be true. Poor Arthur."

She looked at the headless male corpse at the ogre's feet. It was her companion Arthur.

"What are the characteristics of this monster? Does it just eat people? This shouldn't be a reason for you to be afraid of it, right?"

Suddenly, the policewoman screamed, "Where's Arthur's head?"

Only then did Bourne notice that the male police officer's head that had just fallen to the ground from the ogre's hands was missing.

At the same time, the ogre's body also underwent changes.

I saw a bulge the size of a watermelon on its abdomen, and the bulge was moving upwards. After a while, it moved to the neck.

Under the gaze of Bourne and the policewoman, the ogre's neck became thicker.

Slowly, a head covered with white mucus emerged from the broken jaw.

"Arthur! It's Arthur's head!" the policewoman cried out in grief and anger.

Bourne looked closely and saw that it was indeed the head of a white man.

At this time, the head had been completely positioned, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and he let out a silent cry. However, the next second, a circle of cortical membrane grew behind the skull.

This membrane is made up of eight claws, with iron-blue flesh membrane between the claws, just like a duck's webbed feet.

As soon as the webbed claws grew, they quickly covered the white policeman's head. When they opened again, the policeman's head had turned into the face of an ogre.

Bourne and the policewoman watched the whole scene. It took only ten seconds from the appearance of the bump to the successful head replacement.

The ogre stretched his neck after growing his head again, and looked at Bourne and the other man with a look full of cruelty and sarcasm?

This guy doesn't think he can scare me like this, he's so naive.

I saw the ogre rushing towards this side with a grim smile.

Bourne raised his hand and fired two shots.

The bullet hit the opponent's eye, and the newly grown eyeball exploded instantly.

The ogre roared in pain and covered his eyes, but he continued to attack.

Bourne pushed the policewoman away and dodged the ogre's charge. He turned around and got behind the ogre, and fired with the muzzle of his gun almost against the back of his head.

Bang bang bang.

Bourne emptied his gun without ceremony.

A few shots smashed the ogre's heart into pieces.

There were still some spare bullets, which hit the opponent's shoulder, breaking his right arm so much that only a layer of skin was left connecting it, and it looked like it would fall off at any time.

The ogre, who had lost his head and right arm, was fumbling around like a headless fly, scratching and digging with his remaining left arm, but he didn't touch anything.

Bourne knew that this thing would not pose any threat to him in the short term.

So he dragged the female police officer quietly to the rear of the police car where he had parked his car.

Watching the ogre's crazy battle of wits and courage with the air, Bourne calmly changed the magazine and turned to the policewoman and asked:

"This thing shouldn't be hard to deal with, right? Even without guns, five or six ordinary people with machetes and chains might be able to kill it, or trap it. I really don't understand how you could let such a dangerous thing survive until now?"

"I have no idea!"

The policewoman was also very confused. Even if this guy had the ability to replenish what he ate and to turn around without dying, it did not look very threatening in the hands of the young FBI agent next to him. Why were the old people in the tribe so afraid of this thing?

Moreover, this fear seems to be engraved in the bones!

The policewoman was still racking her brains to recall the information she had heard about ogres in the tribe when she was suddenly hugged around the waist by a pair of strong arms.

Besides Bourne, who else?

Could it be that this guy is a sex maniac and he is going to attack me?

Before she could scream, Bourne had already hugged her and fell to the left.

"Hu——Boom."

A shabby pickup truck almost brushed past the two men, knocking Bourne's Dodge Charger parked on the side of the road, causing it to roll and fly out.

"What happened? Who was driving the car? Was he trying to kill us? Was the driver in league with the ogre?"

Before the policewoman could recover from her shock, Bourne had already jumped up, firing his P229 repeatedly.

This is an old Chevrolet truck with a brown body and mottled paint. It is an antique that is unknown how many years old it is.

But even such a shabby old car that could stall and fall apart at any second was hit by bullets on the shell, and sparks actually flew out.

Even the few bullets that hit the tires did not react at all, and the effect was comparable to that of explosion-proof tires.

"Damn, is this a truck? It's an armored vehicle!"

Bourne spat angrily.

He watched helplessly as the junked pickup truck that had smashed his Dodge Charger took away the severely disabled cannibal.

Who is driving?

Could it be that a monster like the Ogre has accomplices?

Bourne had a grim look on his face. While the ogre was struggling to get on the truck, he changed the magazine and continued to chase the truck.

This time he aimed at the fragile glass and car doors, but still, there was no effect.

Not even the glass was broken!

Instead, several bullets bounced back and almost hit the female police officer who had just stood up.

The policewoman was startled and quickly hunched her neck and lay on the ground again. She turned her head and shouted at Bourne angrily:

"Damn it, is it a ricochet? Hey, agent, please aim before you shoot!"

Seeing the ogre jump onto the roof of the truck and being carried away by the truck into the darkness in the distance, Bourne put away his gun helplessly and said to the policewoman:

"Come out, it's okay, the car is gone!"

Bourne looked at the darkness in the distance with annoyance, blaming himself:

Bourne, ah Bourne, are you feeling carried away?

Wouldn't it be okay if you had broken that guy's legs earlier?

Could it be possible that he could still fly?

Every failure makes you wiser. No matter what kind of enemy you face, the first thing to do is to be cautious, and the second is to eliminate the root of the problem!

Next time, be careful next time!

At this time, the policewoman had stood up and limped over to his side, standing side by side with him and looking into the distance:

"Where did that guy go?" asked the policewoman.

"I don't know. I went forward."

"In front? That's the direction to the police station. That monster isn't going to the police station, is he?"

"It's hard to say. If your colleagues are as decisive and calm as you, and your shooting skills are also good, I don't think that monster can pose any threat to your colleagues!"

The policewoman didn't take his comfort to heart at all. She walked straight to the police car, opened the passenger door and sat in.

She leaned over and called to Bourne:

"What are you waiting for? Get in the car, let's go to the police station. I don't think my colleagues who can't even run can have your courage and shooting skills! You are definitely not an ordinary person!"

After the police car was started and driven some distance, Bourne asked the question that had been hidden in his mind for a long time:

"Officer, have there been any biker gangs passing through town lately?"

"Bikers? Are you talking about those guys wearing red bandanas and riding motorcycles around the streets?"

Red headscarf?

Yes, my dad’s co-worker said that the bikers who scratched the car body were wearing red bandanas.

Seeing Bourne nod, the policewoman said:

"We did catch a few people in the past two days, but the reason they were arrested was not because they were blasting the streets, but because they had a fight with a few people who claimed to be truck drivers."

"Truck drivers?" Bourne immediately thought of his father and asked anxiously, "Where are those truck drivers?"

The policewoman glanced at Bourne and said, "We have put them all in one cell. Is there anyone you know among those truck drivers?"

"Well, my father went out with a few of his co-workers to track down these bikers, but I'm not sure if he was among the ones you caught."

Byrne further explained:

"The bikers scratched the bodies of more than a dozen trucks in Austin and threatened to scratch more. My father and his co-workers came here to chase them."

The policewoman consoled him, "It's alright. They were just having an ordinary fight. No blood was shed. We are just about to release them. You can go and see if your father is in there. If he is, I will get you the paperwork."

"Thank you!"