Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

With that said, he stood up and walked towards the door.

Although it was unclear why a ghost came to the door for no reason, Penelope knew that with Robb around, everything would be fine. Penelope even pulled out a special pistol strapped to her thigh and seemed to be carrying it. The urge to try.

After experiencing the Jack in the Box incident, Penelope was unable to fight back when she faced the supernatural again. Robb specially gave her a special pistol that he had intercepted from the witch hunter.

There is nothing special about the pistol, the key is the silver bullets that are cursed inside.

Although it is better at dealing with witches, it can also have good effects when facing other supernatural beings.

"Robb! Robb! I know you're in there! Open the door quickly! Let's catch up on old times..."

At this moment, the cell phone surveillance system was constantly ringing with the shouts of someone knocking on the door.

"Here we come, don't rush."

Robb opened the door without delay.

There was no one outside the door, and there were no knocks or shouts.

Robb, who was accustomed to this, paused for a few seconds before closing the door again.

"Now that you're here, let's show ourselves."

Robb turned around and said calmly towards the house.

The next second, a person appeared in the living room.

With a horse face, he opened his rotten yellow teeth and said to Robb with a ferocious smile: "Robb, do you still recognize me?"

Robb looked at the horse-faced man calmly and said, "I'm a bit impressed."

If he remembered correctly, this guy was the guy who kept scratching Madison and Zoe with his evil eyes when they were in the swamp, and told himself silly things like "Beware of crocodiles at night", but he was shot in the head. .

From the shouts of other cults, it seems that they are called Vincent.

"Haha! Just a little impression? I'm very impressed with you!" Facing his murderer, Vincent gritted his teeth.

Then, when he noticed Penelope, his eyes became extremely greedy and said: "As expected! There is always no shortage of great beauties around you!"

"So, dogs can never change their habit of eating shit." Robb chuckled after noticing this scene.

"Similar to that, people are like that."

"So are ghosts."

Chapter 150 Chapter 150 Sure enough, you are sick too

Hearing this, Vincent's face darkened: "I originally wanted to talk to you more about old times, but I didn't expect you to be so eager to seek death!"

Robb chuckled: "Just you?"

"Just me!" Vincent yelled, "Now I have returned as a ghost! What? You still want to hit me on the forehead with your little broken gun? Come on! Hahaha~~ Now I am stronger than ever before! Kneel on the ground and beg for mercy in pain! If I am in a good mood, I will...I will still ravage you to my heart's content!"

"Do you know? You are dead! You are dead!"

‘Did this guy’s head get caught in the door? ’ Robb looked at Vincent dancing in front of him with a strange expression.

Since the other party takes the initiative to ask for it.

To show courtesy.

Robb gave Penelope a look.

Penelope understood, without saying a word, she raised her hand and fired.

boom!

The silver bullet hit Vincent's head with great accuracy.

In an instant, a large piece of Vincent's head was blown away like falling gravel.

"It's useless! It's useless! I told you before... Huh?"

Vincent was laughing loudly at his sarcasm.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

Not only did the shattered part of his head not show any sign of repair, he even felt the severe pain that he had not experienced for a long time and could only be felt while alive.

"Ah! What on earth is going on?" Vincent immediately held his head and screamed.

Ghosts in the West are different from ghosts in the East. Many of them can switch between reality and illusion.

Vincent was in the physical state just now, but he was carelessly hit by a silver cursed bullet specially designed to hunt witches. Naturally, he screamed again and again.

Seeing Vincent who was suddenly beaten and no longer arrogant, Robb decided to teach him another lesson. He stretched out his palm, and the flaming snakes danced with fierce flames.

"Don't worry, we have a long time to talk." He smiled slightly.

At this moment, Vincent's throat couldn't help but move.

He suddenly realized that his revenge this time seemed to be an extremely wrong decision.

…

Some people suffered sins before death and suffered even more serious sins after death.

Vincent is such an unlucky guy.

A quarter of an hour later, seeing that no useful information could be extracted from the other party, Robb frowned, stretched out his hand, and burned it clean with Vincent's relieved look of "It's finally over."

It was rare to have such a channel to understand the truth, so he naturally tortured him thoroughly.

It's just that the results are not very satisfying.

According to Vincent's description, he didn't know why he turned into a ghost and appeared at the door of Robb's house.

He only knew that inside the door was his most hated enemy, and he must go in to take revenge.

As for why a small door can prevent people and ghosts from meeting each other, Vincent didn't know. Robb guessed that this might be some kind of restriction.

Any supernatural phenomenon always has its laws and rules.

Vincent, Michael and others seem to be individuals, but in fact they are part of the supernatural phenomenon of halo attracting ghosts.

Otherwise, there is absolutely no need for them to stare at one person, and they have no intention of distracting themselves from doing other things.

“Whose handiwork is it to spread supernatural phenomena through modern technology?”

"Or is it some kind of natural supernatural phenomenon caused by coincidence?"

Looking at the halo installed on the door, whether it was his own spiritual vision or physical disassembly, it was a normal technological product, Robb thought.

At this time, Penelope, who understood everything, came over, looked at the halo on the door in surprise, and asked, "Do you want to throw it away?"

"Why throw away such a good instrument? I'm really looking forward to the next surprise!"

Robb woke up from his reverie and shook his head with a smile.

No matter what the purpose of the halo is, he is not the world policeman anyway. Since the former can bring him so many benefits, why think too much about it?

Let’s finish rolling out the wool that was delivered to us first.

"in addition……"

Robb suddenly became very happy when he thought of something.

"Penny, you and I are going to be very busy."

…

Robb's prediction certainly came true.

With the sales of halo monitors, ghost knocks on doors have occurred frequently in various places, and the volume of business received by the firm has continued to increase.

This is under the circumstances that their reputation is not too great, the firm's fees are high, and many people who have installed halos either open the door directly or simply throw away the halos.

Of course, there are also many people who have no dead people around them at all, or who have no connection with the dead people at all.

In this way, even if the halo is installed, nothing will happen.

Even excluding these, in just two days, Robb dealt with eight ghost knocking incidents of himself and others.

This is because the time for the ghost to knock on the door is uncertain, and I wasted a long time waiting.

Otherwise it can handle more.

One can imagine how many such hauntings there would be in New Orleans, and even in North America.

"If this continues, it feels like hell will be emptied."

After running around all day, Robb returned to the apartment and enjoyed Penelope's massage like a gentleman, and said with emotion.

Although he was enjoying himself earning a lot of money from the containment quota, he did not forget that he still held the position of director of the witchcraft group.

During this period, he deliberately informed Cordelia of this situation. In addition to fulfilling his responsibilities, he also wanted to find out the truth behind such a large-scale supernatural phenomenon through the channels of witches.

He had no intention of doing justice for Heaven, he was just thinking about whether he could get the ability to create a large number of ghosts.

In this way, he can lie at home and easily achieve the century-old containment target.

Unfortunately, even with Cordelia's divination ability, she couldn't find out the truth of all this.

"The water is really deep."

Robb shook his head, closed his eyes and leaned back, just about to enjoy Penelope's gentle and broad mind.

When~when~when~

The halo prompt sounded again.

This is already the third time.

Every time I kill one, new food will be delivered to my door every few days.

The first one is Vincent, the second one is the former gang boss Okuk, and as for the current third one...

It's Ryan!

Robb welcomed him in and said unexpectedly: "I didn't kill you."

"But you were clearly capable of saving me! But you ended up getting together with Nicki, that bitch!" Ryan said with resentment, "And Heather, you actually slept with her too! Right above where I died! Fake squid! Get the hell out of here!”

"What an unimaginable brain circuit! Besides..."

Robb's face straightened and he explained to Ryan very seriously,

"Heather, she is sick. I am just treating her!"

"Fake Squid! Hypocritical..."

Boom~

The flames rose.

It's all over.

Robb sighed: "Sure enough, you are sick too."

Chapter 151 Chapter 151 Is there SHIELD or Avengers?

The rising flame gradually disappeared, leaving only a few wisps of smoke slowly swirling in the air.

Penelope, who was already used to this, puffed out her chest and skillfully called Robb back. While doing the unfinished work, she flipped through the Halo Forum on her phone and said:

"Many people on the Internet have reported that ghosts can be seen in halo surveillance."

The back of his head moved, and Robb found a comfortable position again without blinking an eyelid and replied: "So what? Without direct evidence, more people will only think that they are telling lies or pranks. .”

"Ghost? What era is this? Does anyone still believe this?"

Robb, who ended with quotes from people who eat melons, shook his head. He knew very well what those netizens were thinking.

Penelope put down her phone.

Friction electrification.

Robb's shaking of his head forced her to take a few deep breaths.

Fortunately, this is home, so she doesn't have to suppress herself too much.