"I can feel that this guy is getting weaker and weaker!" James, a white vampire, was covered in mud and looked quite embarrassed, but he was really cruel and never said a word of fear from beginning to end.
Relying on a strong sense of smell, even though they delayed a lot of time and took a long detour, they were still caught up by them.
Before leaving California and entering Arizona, they caught up with Bella, and Bella also discovered them at the same time.
In her mind vision, she also saw a large object behind the three of them.
Bella couldn't help but look back and take a closer look. The three vampires were running while
looking at the huge monster that suddenly appeared behind them. A large black truck came out of the fog, and the six headlights illuminated the road like daylight. There was nothing in the cab, but the steering wheel and accelerator seemed to be controlled by someone, turning and accelerating!
Without any hesitation, the truck increased its speed to the limit and drove towards the people at full speed, as if it was going to crush the three vampires and Bella's pickup into powder.
What the hell is this? Are there only so many monsters on American roads? ! Is there any chance for ordinary people to survive?
Bella stuck her head out of the window and squinted her eyes to look carefully.
She didn't understand American trucks, but she roughly saw the license plate on the car.
The license plates of different states are different. For example, the background of the license plate of Washington State is snow-capped mountains, and the license plate of the fast-moving truck in the distance obviously does not belong to the nearby states.
It looks like a simple right-angled trapezoidal logo. Bella thought about it and thought it seemed to be the shape of Missouri on the map?
A Missouri truck, or a ghost truck, spanning three or four states, took the trouble to come to Arizona to kill people. What kind of spirit is this?
She carefully felt the emotions inside the ghost truck. The car was full of evil spirit. There was no doubt that the god of death used some messy coincidences to bring it all the way here to kill people.
Bella's psychic energy collided lightly with the ghost truck, and then immediately released it.
She found an interesting point. The core of this truck is a wronged soul, a wronged soul who died with hatred.
This guy was not a good person when he was alive, but when he died, he was beaten to death by three black people. Then the truck he was driving was pushed into the mud and the accident scene was faked.
The resentment in the truck driver's heart was difficult to calm down. Over the years, he has attached his wronged soul to the truck and wandered around Missouri whenever he had something to do.
"Brother Black, stop chasing! Can I apologize to you?" Bella shouted behind her with her neck stretched.
Her pickup truck was in the front, the vampire trio was in the middle, and the ghost truck was in the back.
The vampire trio still believed that Bella and the ghost truck behind them were in the same group. They deliberately closed the distance, just to make the ghost truck and Bella's pickup truck collide with each other, which was a bit like "using one's own spear to attack another's shield".
When Bella shouted, they all accelerated and jumped to the side of the road, hoping that the ghost truck would not be able to control its speed and hit the pickup truck in front.
The two cars were less than ten meters apart. With the speed of the ghost truck, it would only take two or three seconds to hit the car in front. But at this time, an accident happened.
After hearing Bella's shout, the ghost truck hesitated, and then the front of the truck turned 45 degrees unscientifically, rushing towards the black vampire who had jumped to the side of the road at a faster speed.
"FUCK! Foda-se a tua me!" The black vampire was so angry that he cursed in English, Portuguese, and African native languages. He felt a strong sense of discrimination, and he felt unsatisfied even after changing several languages.
But seeing the ghost truck madly rushing towards him, he couldn't use his head to hit it. No doubt, just keep running!
The two vampire companions hesitated for a moment, and saw that Bella's pickup truck had already disappeared.
They could only go to save their black companion with a depressed look on their faces.
The white vampire James jumped into the cab of the ghost truck. He found that there was no one here. He stepped on the brakes, but the brakes did not respond. He turned the steering wheel, but the steering wheel did not move. He pushed the door again, and found that the door seemed to be welded shut, and even he could not get out.
The ghost truck kept accelerating, aiming at the black vampire.
James' eyes were a little confused. What should he do in this situation?
"Tear it down! Tear this ghost thing down! Hurry up!" The black vampire kept changing directions, but the ghost truck seemed to have identified him and would not stop until he was hit to death.
No doubt, tear it down!
James smashed in the cab, smashing everything he saw.
The female vampire was helping outside. The headlights, hood, exhaust pipe, and tires were all her targets.
The black vampire was chased and jumped up and down, and his physical strength was greatly consumed. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had to use the blood essence as the core of the blood clan to replenish his physical strength.
"Fuck! Hurry up!"
"Hurry up! Hurry up! This damn thing is going to hit me to death!"
"Please, save me! I can't hold on any longer!"
The black vampire kept urging, which made James and the female vampire very angry. They wanted to ignore it and hit this idiot to death, but the black vampire began to beg again.
When the three vampires and the ghost truck passed a bridge, the female vampire dismantled the engine completely, and James also destroyed the cab and kicked two big holes in the door. At this moment, the bridge collapsed! The three vampires were caught off guard and fell down with the ghost truck.
James pushed the boulder away in anger and climbed out of the ruins with some difficulty. He looked at the ghost truck with a sinister look. The truck was extremely miserable at this time, broken and tattered like scrap metal.
If it weren't for the wronged souls in it providing energy, no one would want this truck even if it was thrown into the scrap yard.
"Thump, thump, thump" a burst of black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe of the ghost truck and disappeared into the air at a very slow speed.
"James!" The female vampire's call sounded in the distance, and he turned his head to look.
The female vampire Victoria was in extreme embarrassment. Her pretty face was full of scratches, which were cut by a lawn mower that flew out from nowhere. Her golden hair now looked like it had been chewed by a dog.
"Don't look at me, look over there." She pointed to the other end of the ruins, and James frowned and looked over there.
The black vampire is dead.
The bridge collapsed, and although he nimbly dodged the impact of the ghost truck, as soon as he landed under the bridge, a piece of gravel the size of a millstone hit his face with gravity. This was extremely fierce and accurate, and most of his head was smashed off. Now only a small piece of his chin is still connected to his neck. It is obvious that he is deader than dead.
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