Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Queenie hit the nail on the head: "Just like the last time you were almost killed by an evil spirit and wet your pants in fear, you awakened the ability of fire."

"It's not just that."

Madison raised her long eyebrows and her eyes moved when she looked at Queenie.

The next second, Queenie, who was eating snacks, made a move, and then took the initiative to hand the snacks in her hand to Madison.

Looking at the chubby palms stretched out in front of him, which were full of oil, Madison smiled proudly and then refused in disgust:

"Thank you. You'd better eat it yourself."

After saying that, she withdrew her gaze.

Queenie regained her clarity instantly and said in disbelief: "Shet! What just happened?"

Zoe was also surprised. She never believed that Queenie would take the initiative to pass food to Madison.

"Mind control. Fiona taught me once and I learned it." Madison told the truth calmly and took a piece of freshly baked chicken wings from Robb.

"You actually learned a new ability?" Zoe's face was filled with shock, envy, longing, etc., and she asked, "Can you teach me how to do it?"

She doesn't want to happen again when her boyfriend was in danger last time and she was helpless. She desperately wants to become stronger.

"No problem." Madison said generously.

Looking at Zoe who had an expectant look on her face and Queenie who was listening attentively even though her face was not very good, she curled her lips, took out a box of beer, patted it and said:

“Let’s talk over a drink!”

Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Blood is blood

late at night.

The sounds of crackling campfires, clinking bottles, swallowing, laughter and the chirping of insects and birds all around combine to create a beautiful scene of outdoor camping.

It was said that they were going to discuss the abilities of witches, but as they drank a glass of wine, everyone, including Zoe, broke away from the "good student" state and began to enjoy the wonderful vacation time.

The box of beer I brought was visibly dwindling rapidly.

Zoe and Queenie were already drunk.

Madison, the main force, had nothing going on.

This amount of alcohol would only make her face red at best for someone who has always been an alcoholic.

She looked at Robb with burning eyes.

Although he doesn't usually drink much, Robb still stays sober despite his 1.5 health.

So just right.

Madison glanced at Zoe and Queenie, thinking about asking them to work harder.

Queenie stood up suddenly: "I'm going to the bathroom."

After saying that, she staggered outside.

Robb looked at Queenie, and then at Zoe, whose head was already leaning on his shoulder. He was wondering if this was the end of the night, when a piece of softness that felt great suddenly pressed against his back. , a seductive voice smelling of alcohol sounded in his ears:

“It’s nice to be right here.”

Depend on!

Having so much fun?

Robb, who knew who it was without having to guess, lamented that Old Si Ji was Old Si Ji.

He was about to refuse righteously when his ears suddenly twitched.

The next second, Robb's eyes narrowed and he turned to look ahead, into the depths of the dark forest beyond the bonfire.

"What's wrong?"

As Madison said this, her two little hands painted with rose nail polish couldn't wait to separate into two groups and occupy the key points. Robb quickly held them down.

He said with a serious expression: "Wait a minute, something seems to be wrong around here!"

His body, which is much stronger than normal people, gives him good hearing.

At that moment, he seemed to hear another sound of crushing dead branches and leaves in the other direction where Queenie left.

At first Robb thought it was caused by some small animal passing by.

But when he listened carefully, he realized something was wrong.

It's so quiet.

The dense forest before was filled with various rustling sounds and was very lively.

But now when I listen to it again, it feels eerily quiet.

Animals are very sensitive.

With such a performance, it is very likely that some uninvited guest has arrived that makes them very afraid.

Robb squeezed Madison's palm hard.

Madison's eyes quickly regained consciousness.

In the previous fight against evil spirits, she had already developed a lot of tacit understanding with Robb. She pretended to look around casually and whispered: "Is there anything going on?"

Robb nodded: "Is there any way to sober up?"

Regardless of whether there is real danger or not, in this case, Zoe must be awake.

"Sobering tablets are one of the essential supplies for Hollywood stars." Madison picked up the bag on the ground, took out a pill from the small pill box, and directly controlled Zoe's mind without any ink, making her swallow the pill hard.

The medicine I took took effect quickly.

Zoe touched her forehead and stood up from Robb's shoulder, and said in confusion: "What's wrong with me?"

Robb explained the current situation in a low voice.

Zoe's face was startled, but with her boyfriend beside her, Madison couldn't see the panic, so she quickly calmed down.

Robb delayed no longer.

He glanced worriedly in the direction where Queenie had been silent since she left.

It would have been a long night and many dreams, so he suddenly said loudly:

"Come out, I've seen you."

Ten seconds...thirty seconds...one minute.

Like the gaping mouth of an abyss, there was no movement in the dark forest waiting for prey to arrive.

Robb, who seemed to be doing a funny one-man show, did not stop and said again:

"Your footsteps have exposed you just now, come out. My companions and I don't like such pranks."

"Come and have a drink. The two ladies need a man to accompany them."

Bang!

The second after Robb finished speaking, the unmistakable sound of footsteps clearly sounded in his ears.

Perhaps because he was deceived by Robb, or perhaps because of the temptation of the lady's invitation at the end, a black shadow walked out of the dense forest.

"Recently, there are always crocodiles attacking people here at night. I am responsible for patrolling this area. I haven't disturbed a few of you, right? I heard that there are fine wines and beauties here. I wonder which lady can pour me a glass of wine for a conscientious person like me?" "

Some familiar voices sounded in Madison's ears.

She looked up and found that it was the horse-faced man who wanted to chat with her during the day.

At this moment, the horse-faced man was wearing stab-proof clothing that was good for walking in the jungle and carrying a shotgun. He really looked like someone patrolling here.

If you ignore that his greedy eyes have been scanning Madison, he will look at the fresh and pure Zoe in surprise.

‘The quality of the offerings this time was really great. Anyway, all the great gods need are reproductive tools. I will ask for them after they have completed their reproductive tasks...'

The horse-faced man felt very happy. Just as he was thinking about it, Robb suddenly asked:

"Only you?"

"Of course it's not just..."

The horse-faced man reacted and quickly shut up.

He tightened his grip on the shotgun and subconsciously looked at Robb.

boom!

Gunfire rang out.

Not the shotgun in his hand, but the Glock in Robb's hand.

thump!

The sound of falling to the ground was heard.

Until the horse-faced man closed his eyes, he couldn't figure out why Robb suddenly shot him.

How could he? How dare he?

Of course Robb would.

He is not one of those young men in horror movies who have their wits about them.

Who the hell is patrolling the dense forest so late?

He was the first to not believe that the American people had such craftsmanship.

Besides, it’s really common sense that he doesn’t know that crocodiles hunt during the day, not at night.

The combination of late at night, lurking nearby, holding a gun, lust, lying, etc., gave Robb enough reason to shoot.

A situation like that where he clearly had a gun but hesitated to take the last shot, only to be killed by a villain instead, would never happen to him.

As for the possibility of killing by mistake.

If you kill the wrong person, then kill the wrong person.

Just make a small contribution to the population pressure on the earth.

Robb killed the horse-faced queen without any guilt or regret in his heart.

Without any pause, he put out the campfire with a wave of his hand, and the camp instantly became pitch black.

The next second.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Various types of gunshots resounded continuously, and wood chips continued to scatter from where the campfire had been.

"Fake! Exposed!"

"Vinson, that idiot, can't even delay it for a moment. What a waste!"

"Hurry up! They're running away!"

"Don't shoot! The woman needs to live!"

"Chase chase chase!"

"..."

Suddenly, the originally silent forest became extremely lively.

Under the light of torches, faces of men, women, and children emerged from the darkness, shouting their slogans in unison with great fanaticism:

"Blood is blood!"

"Blood is blood!!"

"Blood is blood!!!"

Chapter 38 Chapter 38 The greatest discovery of this century

The moment he killed the horse-faced man, Robb knew that he was not alone. He immediately extinguished the flames, quickly pulled Zoe and Madison, and ran towards the direction Queenie left under the cover of darkness.