Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Then, she saw the familiar Robb walking out of the door carelessly and waving to her.

Stephanie thought Robb had been kidnapped and coerced.

However, after waiting for a while, he didn't see anyone else appear. Instead, Robb came out of the door, walked up to her, and said doubtfully:

"I told you to go, but why didn't you go?"

"I... weren't you kidnapped?" Stephanie said in surprise.

"Do I feel like I've been kidnapped?"

"It's not like... but... why are you... the people inside..." Stephanie pointed at the door incoherently, and then pointed inside.

Everything she saw was so conflicting with her understanding that she didn't know what to say.

I know you went in there to gather information, but that doesn't matter now.

The owner of this house?

Invite me in so blatantly?

Robb understood what Stephanie was trying to say.

He patted the girl on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "Did you know? The highest level of infiltration is to kill all enemies with eyes."

Stephanie: “…”

Is this definitely infiltration?

Without giving Stephanie any more time to think, Robb directly pulled her towards the door:

"Hurry up. Ellie is still waiting for us."

Stephanie could only follow Robb through the door.

At first, she nervously held the handle of the gun, ready to shoot at any enemy that appeared.

As a result, after walking all the way and watching corpses fall to the ground one after another, she relaxed a lot, and finally understood the true meaning of Robb's words about "sneaking in" just now.

This guy is so awesome!

Stephanie, who has always admired the strong, had sparkling eyes.

…

If he knew what Stephanie was sighing in her heart, Robb would only smile and shake his head.

Rather than saying that they are strong, it is better to say that these gangsters are too weak.

Don't look at them, they are fully armed and surrounded by defenses.

But in the eyes of professionals, it is full of loopholes.

Although Robb is not a professional, he can still tell that these people are sneaking around and being strong on the outside.

He is not from the FBI, CIA, or the military.

To put it bluntly, these people are just gangsters who hang out at the bottom and can't even recognize more complex words. They are better at putting the muzzle of the gun to the opponent's head and using casual shooting skills from a distance.

What talk of righteousness, iron bones, superb skills, and working together are all nonsense.

If I can't fall asleep in front of you in the middle of the night, I'm worthy of this job.

Want more?

This is really not something these black people can do.

After Robb sneaked in, he used his mind control and powerful skills to kill them one by one with ease.

"Let's go, the owner here is still waiting for us."

Taking Stephanie with him, Robb pushed open the door of the residence.

…

"Mosang! Mosang! Where did you damn stinky dog ​​go? Come here quickly! Or I'll skin you!"

Omatheu woke up from the long sage time and called out to his butler as usual.

He just waited and waited, but the other party didn't respond at all, which made him very angry.

No one can go against his own will.

Just as Okuk was thinking about whether to bury Moissan in the swamp, the sound of opening the door sounded.

When the old dog finally reacted, he snorted coldly and was about to say something.

A strange voice suddenly came from the door: "This person should be Mo Sang."

Okuk was startled, turned around subconsciously, and saw a strange man and woman walking in.

Mo Sang, with his head hanging down, was being held by a strange man with one hand.

Okuk reacted quickly: ‘No wonder Mo Sang didn’t respond, he was already dead. ’

Robb moved his eyes away from the 300-pound fat black man in front of him, looked at the splendid decorations in the room, curled his lips and said:

"As expected, the face of the nouveau riche."

O'Cook ignored Robb's taunt.

At this time, he still remained calm and asked: "Who are you?"

Stephanie raised her pistol and pointed it at Okuk, and said coldly: "I am the woman kidnapped by your gang tonight."

Okuk was startled, glanced at Robb's appearance, and understood completely.

While he was cursing his subordinates hard in his heart for failing to succeed and failing, he said with "shock" on his face:

"What kidnapping? I've never done anything like this?"

Stephanie was instantly angry: "You still dare to quibble? You..."

The words are not finished yet.

Suddenly, he saw Okuk move quickly away from Stephanie's gun with agility that was completely inappropriate for his body type.

Dodge, draw the gun, aim, all in one go.

Facing the rookie Stephanie, he was about to complete the counterattack and even go further to resolve tonight's crisis.

Robb moved.

Before Okuk fired, he pulled the trigger faster, and a bullet instantly penetrated Okuk's hand holding the gun.

The latter was in pain, dropped his pistol, and could no longer fight back.

Everything happened too fast.

Stephanie was still confused.

Seeing this, Robb, who likes to be a teacher, reminded:

"Remember, if you want to shoot, don't whine."

Chapter 82 Chapter 82 Good to be a teacher

Okuk held his hands in his hands, his face full of pain.

Robb walked over and kindly wanted to help him solve his pain. He quickly said:

"No! Don't kill me! I have money! Lots of cash!"

"oh?"

Robb's finger loosened his grip on the trigger.

I have spent a lot of money these days, more than I expected, and this is when I need money.

Robb nodded: "Lead the way and get the money."

"No problem! No problem! I'll get it right away."

Okuk ignored the bleeding on his hands and led the way with a bang.

Stephanie came to Robb and whispered: "Didn't you say you don't have to whine before shooting?"

Robb explained: "That's for you. For me, when I'm sure of winning and can't flip the wave, taking extra money is a very reasonable thing."

A few minutes later, Okuk came to the bedroom, dug out the hidden safe, opened it, and saw roll after roll of U.S. dollars exuding a charming light.

"Oh~~"

Stephanie, who didn't understand it before, was dazzled at this moment.

Her family is not wealthy, and she did not shy away from her yearning for U.S. dollars as she had managed to save up by working part-time during this outing.

"Go pack your bags."

Robb found a backpack and handed it to Stephanie.

The latter took it and excitedly transferred the rolls of US dollars in the safe into his backpack, counting the amount at the same time.

It's almost 112,000 US dollars, which is already a lot of money.

Seeing the happy expressions on the two people's faces, Okuk quickly said: "This is just for emergency use. I have a hundred times more money than this in the bank. There are also many very expensive real estate shops. As long as you don't kill me, this I can give you everything!”

He is willing to do anything to survive.

Of course, after having been in the underworld for so many years, he naturally knows what happens to those who are squeezed out.

He didn't expect these two people to really save his life in the end.

Just prolong this life-buying process for a longer time and allow yourself to find opportunities to make a comeback.

At this moment, Okuk spoke sincerely and cried bitterly to express his regret and desire to make amends. However, an unknown cold light flashed deep in his eyes.

Stephanie looked at Robb with some emotion.

Robb smiled.

Seeing this, Okuk thought he was saved and was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

A gunshot interrupted his movements.

Okuk, with a bullet in his eyebrow, fell silently on his beloved mattress.

Unexpectedly, Stephanie trembled, looked at the blood stains spreading rapidly on the bed, and asked blankly: "Why is this?"

"To avoid trouble. Some money should be taken, and some money should not be taken. Remember enough is enough." Robb put away his pistol and said.

The pie painted by Okuk is indeed large, but it also represents a series of self-inflicted risks.

In particular, this kind of behavior involving large amounts of money can easily leave traces. Robb does not want to be targeted by various departments such as the FBI, IRS, and DEA.

As it is now, it's already pretty good to get rid of dangers and earn a lot of money.

Stephanie sighed regretfully after realizing this.

Robb didn't pay attention, took the backpack full of cash, grabbed a few rolls of US dollars and threw them to Stephanie:

"This is your income."

Stephanie happily caught it.

It's already pretty good for her to get a small amount of income for her full-time job, and she doesn't expect much at all.

"Robb, that's so kind of you!"

Stephanie excitedly gave Robb a French kiss.

Robb refused to accept anyone who came, and continued to provide guidance as a teacher.

It just didn't last long.

After all, there was a corpse watching them silently.

When leaving, looking at the house behind her that had become a land of death, Stephanie, as a good student, asked again: "Don't we need to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces or something? We have all left traces here."

Robb gave the girl a pleased look.

He is indispensable for the other party's ability to evolve from a state of ignorance to a deeper understanding of reality.

"No, no one will call the police. As long as the other gang members who found these corpses are not too stupid, they will immediately compete for Okuk's position and inherit everything from the other party. As for these corpses, they will deal with them for us of."