Chapter 23 Ghost Truck

"I can feel that this guy is getting weaker and weaker!" James, the white vampire, had mud all over his face and looked quite embarrassed, but he was really cruel, and he didn't say a word of fear from beginning to end.

Relying on a strong sense of smell, even if it took a lot of time and detoured a long way, they are still chasing after them.

Before leaving California and heading into Arizona, they caught up with Bella, who spotted them at the same time.

In her mind vision, she also saw a larger object from behind the three.

Bella couldn't help but look back, the three vampires were running, and the behemoth that appeared abruptly after being measured.

I saw a big black truck burst out of the fog. The six headlights illuminated the road as if it were daytime. It was clear that there was nothing in the cab, but the steering wheel and accelerator seemed to be controlled by someone, turning and accelerating!

The big truck didn't hesitate, its speed increased to the limit, and it drove at full speed towards several people, with a posture of crushing the three vampires and Bella's pickup together into powder.

What is this? Are there so many monsters on American roads? ! Is there any way for ordinary people to survive?

Bella stuck her head out of the window, squinting her eyes.

She didn't understand American trucks, but she could roughly see the sign on the truck.

The license plates of each state are different. For example, the license plate of Washington state has snow-capped mountains in the background, and the sign on the fast approaching truck in the distance obviously does not belong to several nearby states.

It roughly looks like a simple right-angled trapezoid sign, Bella thought about it, this looks like the shape of Missouri on a map?

A big truck from Missouri, or a ghost truck, spanning three or four states, taking pains to come to Arizona to kill people, what kind of spirit is this?

She carefully felt the emotions inside the ghost truck. This car was full of evil spirits. There was no doubt that it was the god of death using some random coincidences to get it all the way to kill people.

Bella's psionic energy collided lightly with the ghost truck, then released immediately.

She found an interesting place, the core of this truck is a ghost, a ghost who died with hatred.

This guy was not a good person, but when he died, he was beaten to death by a group of three black people, and then the truck he drove was pushed into the mud and the scene of the accident was faked.

The resentment in the truck driver's heart is hard to quell. Over the years, he has been attaching his grievance to the truck, wandering around Missouri when he has something to do.

"Brother Hei, stop chasing! Can I apologize to you?" Bella shouted behind her, pulling her neck.

Her pickup is at the front, the vampire trio is in the middle, and the ghost truck is in the back.

The vampire trio still think Bella and the ghost truck behind them are a group, they deliberately pulled the distance, just to let the ghost truck and Bella's pickup collide together, a bit 'the spear of the child attacking the shield of the child' mean.

When Bella shouted, they accelerated and jumped to the side of the road, hoping that the ghost truck couldn't hold back its speed and slammed into the pickup in front.

The distance between the two cars was less than ten meters. At the speed of the ghost truck, it only took two or three seconds at most to hit the car in front, but at this time an accident happened. After the ghost truck heard Bella's shouting, there was a clear hesitation. Action, and then the front of the car turned forty-five degrees unscientifically, and rushed to the black vampire who had jumped to the roadside with a faster speed.

"FUCK! Foda-se a tua m?e!..." Even in English, Portuguese, and African native language, the black vampire was so angry that he yelled. He felt a strong discrimination and changed several kinds in a row. Language is disgusting.

But seeing the ghost truck crashing wildly, he couldn't take his head to the top, he didn't say anything, just keep running!

The two vampire companions hesitated for a while,

I saw that Bella's pickup had vanished without a trace.

They could only go to rescue their black companions with a depressed look.

The white vampire James jumped into the cab of the ghost truck. He found that there was no one there. He stepped on the brakes, but the brakes did not respond. He turned the steering wheel, and the steering wheel did not move. Then he pushed the door and found that the door seemed to be welded. He can't get out on his own.

And the ghost truck has been accelerating, targeting the black vampire.

James' eyes were a little confused, what should he do in this situation?

"Dismantle it! Dismantle this damn thing! Hurry up!" The black vampire kept changing directions, but the ghost truck seemed to recognize him and would not stop until he was killed.

Don't say it, take it apart!

James slammed in the cab, smashing whatever he saw.

The female vampire is helping outside, and the headlights, hood, exhaust pipe, and tires are all her targets.

The black vampire was forced to jump up and down, and his physical strength was huge. His eyes were scarlet, and he had to use the blood essence that is the core of the blood clan to replenish his physical strength.

"Fuck! You guys hurry up!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up! This damn thing is going to kill me!"

"Please, please help me! I can't hold on anymore!"

The black vampire kept urging, which made James and the female vampire very annoyed.

When the three vampires and ghost trucks passed a bridge, the female vampire dismantled the engine completely, and James also destroyed the cab in a mess, and also kicked two large holes in the door. At this time, the bridge deck collapsed! The three vampires were caught off guard and fell off with the ghost truck.

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James pushed the boulder away angrily and crawled out of the rubble with some difficulty. His sinister gaze turned to the ghost truck. The truck was extremely miserable at this time. No one wants this car at the junkyard.

"Boo chu chu..." A puff 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 voice of the female vampire sounded in the distance, and he turned to look.

The female vampire Victoria was extremely embarrassed, and her pretty face was full of scratches, which were mowed by a lawnmower that flew out of nowhere, and her blond hair now looks like it was bitten by a dog.

"Don't look at me, look over there." She pointed to the other side of the ruins, James frowned and looked over.

Black vampires are dead.

The bridge collapsed. Although he nimbly avoided the slam of the ghost truck, as soon as he fell to the bottom of the bridge, he was smashed in the face by a gravel the size of a grinding wheel with gravity. Exactly, most of his head was smashed, and now only a small piece of chin is still attached to his neck, obviously he couldn't die any longer.