Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Not to mention Cecil's mouth is still disappearing under the influence of the Supreme Witch's magic.

Robb sighed and ignored the two men whose faces were full of begging for mercy.

boom! boom!

Just two gunshots.

As the pages of the Book of Containment were turning, Robb looked at the two new pages.

[No.: 015]

[Name: Justifa]

[Type: Voodoo Wizard]

[Status: Contained]

[Ability: Soul Changing; Eye of the Abyss]

[Introduction: Mastering the profound soul-changing witchcraft, the enviable Justifa walks proudly on the road to immortality. However, he who was lost has long forgotten that strength is the fundamental guarantee of immortality]

[Containment point +180]

After that, Cecil’s [No. 016] and [No. 015] are almost the same.

Except that the ability [Eye of the Abyss] has been replaced by [Language of the Abyss], everything else including the containment point is basically the same.

Although Justifa and Cecil have gained a lot of strength now, they still have some foundation from the past.

Due to its influence, Robb gained a rich harvest of containment points.

Together, the two of them were very close to the total gain from the battle with the Voodoo Sect some time ago.

If you add in the containment points on the evil spirit that just appeared and wanted to die, it would be even more than the total of that night.

Harvest!

An absolute bumper harvest!

Counting on the containment points that have been kept since killing the Ax Murderer and the female ghost before, Robb now has 600 points in his hand.

Decided!

After going back, you must make an all-round improvement for yourself.

As for now, it is still time to resolve the current matters from beginning to end.

Robb, who was already very experienced in destroying corpses and eliminating traces, began to deal with the scene.

The house was remote, miles away from the nearest home.

He didn't have to worry about things being exposed or attracting attention. He wasn't anxious.

Catrin and Matthew, who knew that this matter could not be explained, started to help.

Wait until everything is processed.

As if nothing happened, Robb hummed a tune and drove Matthew and Catelyn back together.

On the way, Robb told Matthew the details about Susan's entrustment to investigate.

Matthew was deeply moved.

After thanking Robb and saying that he would use all his connections to promote the supernatural agency, he couldn't wait to call his girlfriend Susan and spread the word.

Not wanting to contaminate his ears, Robb stepped on the accelerator and accelerated towards the city.

More than half an hour later.

After finally seeing Matthew off, Robb and Catelyn looked at each other without being disturbed by anyone else.

Needless to say, under the leadership of Catelyn, Robb came to the apartment she rented.

As soon as I entered the house, the door was not even closed.

Catelyn couldn't wait to throw herself into Robb's arms, bursting out all the passion she had suppressed for the day.

Robb responded, closing the door quickly with quick eyes and hands.

No more worries.

What followed was an indescribable fierce battle.

After witnessing Robb's magic with her own eyes and being grateful for the life-saving grace, Catlin showed much more enthusiasm than last night. She even took the initiative to open another path to the underworld for him as she had thought before.

Robb was satisfied.

So when he was about to leave the next day, he lay down again under the teasing of Katrin who cooperated in every possible way.

Robb, Robb!

Your career has just started to take off, how can you continue to be addicted to Wenrouxiang?

Finally, the third day.

With a strong will and the promise to keep in touch and relax together occasionally, Robb left Catelyn's apartment.

Turning on the phone, apart from Zoe's routine greetings and Madison sending some welfare pictures from time to time, Susan, her normal client, has sent the most messages in the past two days.

Because of Catelyn, Robb never paid much attention to it.

Taking advantage of his free time, he called back.

A few minutes later, with Susan's emotional thanks, Robb hung up the phone.

Soon, a text message came from Susan calling him with the balance payment information.

It was twice as much as the originally agreed upon reward.

Robb said such a client is perfect.

A few more fights, and even without relying on the witches, he would be able to be a colorful figure in the American empire.

Robb rewarded himself with a bottle of Coca-Cola.

Pepsi and all that are definitely heresy.

While he was drinking the spirit-killing weapon, he was walking towards where he parked his car. When he passed a house, he noticed a white middle-aged woman knocking on the door and said to the male owner of the house:

"Hello, I'm your neighbor. I have something to report to you, and I hope you can correct it."

"Um...what's the matter?"

"You have a kid, right?"

"That's right."

"Through my observations over the past few days, I have noticed that your child has been wearing an orange coat. This is not good!"

"...Ma'am, what's the problem?"

"Of course! Orange represents women. You shouldn't force your children to think they are women!"

"But she is a girl!"

"It cannot be called a girl. The most accurate term should be called an egg recipient."

"..."

"Listen! This is a serious matter and you can't just casually define the gender of your child."

"She is a girl, there is no doubt about it!"

"No! The child will have his own understanding, and it is very likely that he will think he is a boy later."

"...No! She will always be a girl!"

"You are too strong! The gender should be decided by the child himself. As a father, you should comply with all this and not impose your will on the child. If you continue to have such dangerous thoughts, I will call the police."

At this moment, the male master felt like he was cornering a dog, and his expression was completely beyond words.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up when he thought of something, and he shouted loudly: "Who told you that I am my father's? Why do you define my gender so arbitrarily?"

The middle-aged white woman's face froze for a moment: "...What?"

Chapter 103 Chapter 103 Freshmen at Witch Academy

Use magic to defeat magic.

Robb, who felt that he had learned a trick, turned his eyes to a group of people who were also eating melons in return for his kindness.

In an instant, the man felt a sudden surge of anger. Without thinking, he took out his mobile phone, dialed 911, and quickly said: "I want to call the police! There is a female pervert here who is harassing the residents. The address is..."

No further follow-up.

When it was over, Robb returned to his car and left.

He did not go to the office.

He had just completed a large order, and as the boss, he was entitled to a day off.

Under the guidance of the navigation system, the journey was smooth. Occasionally, I heard a few familiar gunshots, as if Robb was celebrating his successful career and returned to the witch college.

For the convenience of work, he rented an apartment near the office, but he has not returned here for several days.

Now that I'm back, I've discovered many changes.

Robb just pushed open the door and entered.

Just as he was passing by the door, a beautiful little girl with straight black hair, wearing a black gothic dress, and a straight face, like a little adult, quickly grabbed a broom and looked at him with a wary look on her face:

"Who are you?"

"A broom can't hurt anyone, my dear lady," Robb joked with a smile.

The goth girl glanced at the broom in her hand, and it was indeed unconvincing.

But she still pursed her lips and reminded seriously: "Strangers are not welcome here. If you don't want to bring bad luck to yourself, you'd better leave by yourself."

"Thanks for reminding me, but I am..." Robb was about to introduce himself.

An excited voice suddenly interrupted: "Daphne, is there a bad guy? Don't be afraid! Watch me teach him a lesson!"

With her dazzling fiery red hair flying, another girl whom Robb didn't recognize ran over in a hurry.

Boom!

Without thinking, she opened her palms up, and fist-sized flames rose up.

"Who are you? What's the purpose of coming here? If you don't say anything, then taste my fire." The red-haired girl looked at Robb with excitement.

The black-haired goth girl, Daphne, was not only not happy when she saw this, but she was very angry and said: "Celine! Teacher Cordelia has told you many times not to expose your magic in front of outsiders!"

Celine plausibly said: "This is a witch academy, and I am resisting foreign enemies."

Daphne rolled her eyes: "I'll deal with your affairs later."

Then, she looked at Robb and said with a very serious expression: "Sir, I'm sorry to have come to this point. Maybe you entered by mistake, but now I can only ask you to stay here. Everything will be decided again after our teacher arrives. .”

Looking at Celine, it was not the flame in her hand, but the chest that was more eye-catching in comparison. Robb, who was seriously thinking about the physical problem of "why the waist is not broken", coughed when he heard this, and said seriously He quickly retracted his thoughts.

He looked at Celine again and sighed: "Girl, fire is not a good toy. Besides, if you don't change your eager personality, I'm worried that I will see you on the stake in some countryside."

After speaking, Robb glanced at the flame in Celine's hand.

Celine swept her thick and slender eyebrows and snorted coldly. Just when she was about to say something, she suddenly found that the flame in her hand had gone out.

"how so?"

Celine looked at all this in disbelief.

She activated the flame again, only to have it go out uncontrollably.

This repeated repetition made her suspicious of life.

Seeing this, Daphne, who was obviously much more alert than Celine who couldn't turn around, looked at Robb with surprise and surprise.

Robb glanced at her and said calmly: "The first thing a newly awakened witch should do is to polish her temperament, instead of showing off her abilities like a toy. This will only bring trouble or even disaster. You must know that outside The world is far more dangerous than you think."

"Really? So, is it dangerous for you to be like this?"

A strange female voice with a hint of hoarseness and sexiness sounded behind Robb.

Accompanying it was a very close fiery ketone body, as well as the most deadly cold edge across his neck.