Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Chapter 80 Chapter 80 Cutting out the roots

boom!

Suddenly there was a violent sound on the roof of the SUV.

The group of people in the car who had just relaxed for a short time were suddenly startled.

"Shet! What's going on?"

"Someone threw an object from high altitude?"

"Do you still have a sense of morality?"

Seeing that the roof of the car suddenly dented, the black man who had previously suggested that the brothers have a good time rolled down the window angrily and stuck his head out to see what was left on the car.

Just before he could understand, a hand suddenly stretched out from the roof of the car, held down his head, and pulled him out with a sudden pull, including the door.

"No!!!"

The black man screamed a few times in fear, and then rolled crazily on the road like a yo-yo.

beep! beep!

A truck hit him head-on and without enough time to slow down, the black man was crushed into a pulp.

"Farke!"

The gum-chewing truck driver stepped on the accelerator without a second thought while cursing, and sped off into the distance without any intention of stopping.

From jumping on the roof of the car to pulling the black man out, Robb did everything in one go. He didn't waste any time and got into the car while the door was wide open.

Also in the back row, the bald man who sensed something was wrong for the first time had already taken out his pistol.

Seeing Robb getting in, he was about to shoot when Stephanie, who had been quiet all the time, suddenly rushed towards him.

boom! boom! boom!

Gunfire rang out.

The missed bullet frightened the man on the phone who was trying to help and immediately shrank back.

"Well done."

Robb, who had been on guard for a long time, saw Stephanie taking the initiative to help. After praising her, he didn't waste the opportunity and quickly explored her with his fingers.

There was a "click".

As the bald head screamed, he directly crushed his wrist holding the gun. After easily grabbing the pistol, he shot him in the head with one shot.

"Damn it!"

The man on the phone leaned out again and quickly raised his gun, about to shoot Robb.

Robb glanced at him.

He was stunned for a moment.

boom!

Gunfire rang out again.

Thick blood mist sprayed on the front windshield.

In the blink of an eye, the driver, who was left alone, faced the cold muzzle of the gun and immediately begged for mercy with fear:

"I surrender! Don't kill me! I'm willing to explain anything!"

"Park the car in the abandoned factory building in front." Robb ordered.

"Okay...ok." The driver obeyed obediently.

Taking advantage of this time, Robb removed Stephanie's restraints.

"Thanks!"

Stephanie, who was finally able to speak, said very gratefully.

Then, she angrily spat at the bald head on the side several times, not caring at all about the tragic situation of his head being shot.

Inside an abandoned factory.

With the headlights shining on the car, the driver kneeling in front vomited out everything he knew.

To put it simply, the gang the driver and his friends belong to has a business of kidnapping and trafficking women.

Generally, the objects chosen are those who are young and beautiful, have few friends around them, and will not attract much attention.

Just like Stephanie and Ellie, they were just passing through New Orleans during their travels. Even if they were arrested, they would not be noticed for a long time, and even if the police called the police, they would not be able to find them. People here are undoubtedly the best targets.

"No wonder that guy named Bob wants to ask us about our origins?" Stephanie suddenly realized.

She kicked the driver hard: "Who did you sell the girls you kidnapped to?"

The driver said with a sad face: "Most of them are sold abroad. White-skinned women from the United States are very popular with some people."

"Shet!"

When she thought that if Robb hadn't helped, she would probably be sold to a small remote country to be a slave for the rest of her life, Stephanie punched and kicked the accomplice driver again.

After a while, she turned around and said to Robb seriously: "Robb, we can't just let this matter go."

"Of course." Robb nodded.

The bridge has already been formed.

He still understands the principle of cutting the weeds without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze blows deeper.

In addition, speaking of which, this incident is somewhat related to something that happened before and that I participated in.

After the Voodoo sect, which had been entrenched here for more than two hundred years and had a great influence on the black community, and its deep-rooted power was driven away by witch groups and witch hunters, there was a void in the underground power of the black area of ​​New Orleans.

It was at this time that the boss of the driver's group became ruthless and ruthless, and used all means to carry out various dark businesses to expand his power.

Things like trafficking in women only started recently.

When Mary, the Voodoo Queen, was still around, she banned many activities that were too extreme.

"I didn't expect that in the end, I would be involved in the twists and turns, and my own side would be involved."

Robb came to the driver with some emotion in his heart.

As if he felt something, the driver, who had not panicked when Stephanie was punched and kicked before, now begged bitterly:

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I listen to you and have said everything I need to say. I am willing to be a tainted witness! I am willing to report our boss! I..."

boom!

The driver stopped talking and collapsed to the ground.

"Robb, how did you kill him?" Stephanie asked in surprise.

"What happened?" Robb asked as he dragged the driver's body to the SUV.

Stephanie was very puzzled: "Shouldn't he be handed over to the police? He is our only witness now!"

Robb shook his head: "This method is too slow. Trust me, I have a faster solution."

"what way!"

"Go to their lair and kill them all."

"..."

Stephen Lu looked at Robb for a long time and sighed: "Robb, you are not a good person."

Robb, who hated the good guy card, said in a good mood: "Thanks for the compliment."

"But the more this happens, the more I like you as a person!" Stephanie changed her tone and said with a smile.

"Let's go blow their asses!"

Apparently, Stephanie has never been a good girl.

She collected all the pistols of the dead people, and after a familiar inspection, she agreed with Robb's idea with a look of eagerness.

"You know? If your parents were like this, they would definitely beat you out of bed for three days."

Seeing Stephanie acting like she wanted to go with him, it was Robb who sighed this time.

In order to avoid the possibility that the male protagonist would disagree, the female protagonist went quietly and gave the male protagonist a big "surprise" in the movie. In the end, Robb did not refuse Stephanie's request to accompany him.

But before that, we still have to destroy the corpse and eliminate all traces.

Except for the black man who was crushed to pieces by the truck, the other three were already lying in the SUV.

Robb's eyes moved, and a raging fire ignited in the car.

Soon, with a violent explosion, all traces disappeared.

afterwards.

It's still the same bike.

Robb pedaled deftly on the front seat.

Stephanie, who hugged Robb's waist tightly to prevent him from being thrown out, screamed a few times in excitement, then remembered the flames before and asked curiously:

"Robb, how did that car light up?"

"magic."

"magic?"

"Yes."

"Liar! Do you think I'm a child?"

"..."

Therefore, sometimes the more truthful a statement is, the more likely it is to be considered a lie.

(Thanks to "Serious Old Madman", "Blank Zm", "Babi" and other book friends for their gifts. To express my gratitude, I will add an additional chapter)

Chapter 81 Chapter 81 Perfect Infiltration

New Orleans, Lower Ninth Ward.

The old location of the Voodoo Queen is not too far from the residence of the gang boss Okuk.

When Robb visited his old place again and passed by, he still saw ruins, but there were more dilapidated tents one after another.

This has become a new settlement place for wanderers.

Robb didn't know how the incident was settled. When he watched the local news afterwards, he simply mentioned a few things about the old house and poor quality that led to its collapse, but nothing else, as if nothing happened.

This is true of New Orleans, let alone the entire United States, without even mentioning it.

Who really cares if it's not the collapse of celebrity mansions in Los Angeles, the burial of politicians in Washington, a bunch of country guys from Louisiana, or the poverty-stricken areas that barely even pay taxes.

Robb shook his head, and under the gaze of some wanderers with twinkling eyes, he rode with Mei and quickly passed them.

In the eyes of these people, Robb was idle and took his female companion out for a "romantic" walk in the middle of the night.

They could never have imagined that the two of them were going on a killing spree.

Ten minutes later, with the help of concealed and flexible bicycles, the two successfully arrived outside the boss's residence as the driver had told them.

Looking at the buildings ahead that were obviously much grander and more beautiful than the other buildings, and even houses with high walls, Stephanie pulled out her pistol and said with a mixture of anxiety and excitement:

"What to do next?"

Robb glanced at her and said, "I'm going to buy some oranges. Just stay here and don't move around."

"?" Stephanie had a question mark on her face.

Without any further explanation, Robb jumped up to the wall and disappeared from Stephanie's sight in an instant.

A few minutes later, Stephanie, who had heard nothing, was thinking about whether she should take action.

Clang.

The door suddenly opened at this time.

Stephanie was startled and subconsciously hid aside.