I'm a spy in the film

Chapter 266 Attack Failure

Fortunately, there was no danger. The collapsed mine tunnel blocked the spiders' pursuit, and the water plant was not discovered by the spiders.

Occasionally, a few spiders ran in and were shot dead by Bourne.

And so, everyone waited in fear until morning.

When the first ray of sunlight shone into the water plant, everyone heard the buzzing of helicopters in the sky again, as well as the sounds of gunfire and grenade explosions coming from the streets.

At this time, Bourne and Shaman had been standing on the water tower, observing with binoculars for a while.

The main force of this operation was Texas’ own defense force, and among the commanders was an old acquaintance, Matt Graver.

Last time, it was Xituya who dealt with the killer with two souls in one body, and he was the one who led the team. This time, he saw him again in this unknown little place.

He is truly a brick of the revolution, he can be moved wherever he is needed!

Soon, Matt called.

The other party was using a satellite phone. Bourne was standing high up, so although the communication was intermittent, he could still hear the basic conversation clearly.

Bourne told him about the battle with spiders last night, emphasizing that these spider armies were a mixture of multiple species of spiders, fire was a powerful weapon to destroy these spiders, and he should not go down the mine lightly.

Matt listened carefully, because the Texas Defense Force was only responsible for clearing the spiders on the streets, while his team was responsible for rescuing the trapped townspeople, so Bourne's experience would be of great use to him and his team members.

Bourne and Shaman saw that the defense team was advancing very slowly, but they were advancing step by step, steadily and cautiously, with the word "survive" in mind. They would not move forward until they had killed all the moving spiders in their sight.

Behind the main force, combat teams of five rushed into every house to rescue the survivors hiding in their homes.

Just like that, the troops slowly but surely advanced forward. There was no attack from a tidal wave of spiders, at most a dozen or so would appear at a time, but they were quickly destroyed.

Just as the troops rushed to the supermarket, an armored vehicle in front of them fell into a pit.

As if it was a signal, many covers like manhole covers suddenly appeared on the ground where the troops were located, and a large number of spiders with long fangs crawled out from the ground, grabbed the soldiers next to them and stabbed them a few times, then returned to the tunnel with the unconscious soldiers.

At the same time, a large number of spiders swarmed out of the supermarket and the surrounding houses. This time they were like a carpet, densely packed, covering the army.

The armored vehicles and machine gun fire points that were relied upon only fired a few shots before the muzzles were blocked by spider silk that came from nowhere. They could no longer fire any bullets or artillery shells and became mere decorations.

The three helicopters in the air were in an even more miserable state.

One of the planes that was flying low had its face covered with spider silk. It was flying around in the air and it was only a matter of time before it crashed. The other two planes were actually caught by spiders that suddenly jumped up from the roof.

Bourne watched helplessly as a helicopter pilot was pulled out of the cockpit by the giant tiger spider, cut in half with its fangs, and his body was thrown from the sky.

Looking at this tragic scene through the telescope, Shaman squeezed out a few words from between her teeth:

"This bunch of idiots!"

At this time, Matt called again, his voice was very urgent:

"Bourne!"

"Yes, I see. Use the flamethrower and hold your ground for a while. The spiders will retreat if their attack fails. They are here to hunt, not to die. Don't retreat hastily. There will be more spiders waiting for you on the mountain."

"Okay, I'll listen to you! I can control my people, but I can't guarantee whether the state guards can listen to me!"

Bourne hung up the phone and saw that the teams that had entered homes to rescue survivors had withdrawn from the residents' homes and gathered together, establishing a defense line based on a house with a slightly larger yard.

The state guard, as the main force, was in a panic and fled in the direction they came from, with two Hummers leading the way, followed by a large number of soldiers.

However, because the Humvee ran too fast, the infantry could not keep up, and the spiders were chasing them. These abandoned soldiers all sought to survive. Except for some who joined Matt to build a defense line and stabilized the front with machine guns and flamethrowers, the others who fled in all directions were all either eaten on the spot by the spiders or packed up and taken back to the nest.

Just as Bourne said, after the spiders failed twice in their attacks on Matt's defense line, the swarm of spiders gradually dispersed and the streets returned to silence.

If it weren't for the blood and bullet shells on the ground, no one would be able to tell that a fierce battle had just taken place on this street where there was not a single corpse.

"What do we do now?"

Matt called again.

"Where is your commander? Shouldn't he be reporting to the higher-ups and requesting more reinforcements?"

Bourne was puzzled. I was just a small supervisor in the New York branch of the FBI, a lowly official who was not in the jurisdiction. Why didn't you ask your superiors but asked me?

Matt's bitter smile came from the other end of the phone: "Did you see the two cars that escaped? The commander and the deputy commander were on them."

Bourne looked at the two Hummers overturned on the side of the mountain road, burning fiercely, and was speechless.

The official who led the escape was killed!

It’s really American style!

If the other party wasn't a spider and you couldn't speak the same language, would you have surrendered?

It’s hard to say!

"We are at the water plant, not far from you. The location is... Come over here. The ground here is hardened cement, so spiders generally don't bother digging. There are also factory buildings and water towers here, so it's no problem whether you're defending or looking out."

"When you are walking, don't speak too loudly or too fast, and try to walk lightly. Don't shoot when you encounter a few spiders. Try to use silenced weapons and flamethrowers to avoid attracting more spiders."

……

Half an hour later, Bourne met Matt, who was covered in dust and dirt, and he handed him a satellite phone.

I picked up the phone and heard a familiar old voice.

"Soldier, I want to ask you..."

Bourne interrupted him and asked, "Who are you?"

The other party choked for a moment, then said sternly: "Soldier, now I ask you again..."

Bourne responded bluntly: "I am not your soldier, and I have no obligation to answer your questions. If you can't speak properly, let someone else speak!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then the old voice sounded again: "I am Chief of Staff Craig..."

In fact, Bourne remembered who this person was from the first sentence, but he was always dissatisfied with the old man's attitude, so he pretended not to know.

Now that the other party has softened, Bourne doesn't mind giving him some face.

After all, in the United States, except for capitalists, any profession is just a profession, and there is no distinction between high and low. Even if you are the Chief of Staff, so what? I am not a military member. You can't control me at all, but you still need my help.

People with strength will be respected everywhere. Do you want to use your position to bully others?

Humph, sir, times have changed!

Bourne did not hide anything and told everything he knew about spiders. However, he only briefly mentioned the ownership of the waste materials that might cause spider mutations and did not mention the name of the company. After all, there were a lot of games involved here and Bourne did not want to be involved.