Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

"what happened?"

"It seems like I hit something."

The car door opened, and Ryan, who was nearest, stuck his head out to take a look.

Soon, he came back to look at Robb nervously and said, "Brother, you seem to have hit someone."

"I should have sued you."

At this time, the person who was hit in Ryan's mouth, a young man who looked to be about the same age as everyone else, walked over with his waist in pain and said,

"But if you give me a pack of beef jerky, forget it."

To everyone's surprise, he didn't open his mouth like a lion, and just pointed at the beef jerky in Heather's hand to make up for it.

After Heather and Nicky looked at each other, they smiled unexpectedly. They just thought this person was very interesting. When they were about to agree, Robb stopped him.

He turned to look at the young man in the heavy rain and said coldly: "You can call the police. The camera in front of my car is on, which can prove that you crashed into the front of the car intentionally."

With Robb's ability, he would never accidentally hit someone unless he did it intentionally.

While driving, he paid attention to the front without any distraction.

In the end, he still hit someone, so there was only one possibility.

The person who was hit did it on purpose.

At this moment, hearing what Robb said, the people in the car looked at each other, while the young man outside the car spread his hands and pretended to be helpless:

"Hey~ Brother, I don't care, you don't have to do this at all."

Hearing this, Ryan and others wanted to say something, but seeing that Robb was still expressionless and everyone was sitting in his car, they finally chose to shut up.

Seeing this, the young man could only change his tone and said:

"Okay, just think it's my fault. You have also seen the terrible weather right now. I originally wanted to stop a car and ask a kind person to take me for a ride, but I didn't expect an accident. This is all because of everyone I don’t want to see it.”

"Everyone, can you give me a ride? My girlfriend and I had a conflict, and she cruelly left me on the road."

"Sure, I'm willing to pay for the ride. How about $60?"

$60 is already a good fare.

If it were Ryan, Kenny and the others, they would definitely agree.

But Robb wasn't them.

"Get lost." He said coldly.

The guy outside the car tried his best to get into the car, and it was obvious that he had bad intentions.

Robb turned on his spiritual vision and glanced at it. After seeing that it was not related to the supernatural, he lost interest.

No matter what the other party wants to do, he has no interest in causing trouble. It is easiest and most direct to just kick him aside.

God has the virtue of good life, and this can be regarded as a kind of protection for the other party.

Like now.

After getting an unexpected fortune, Robb, who was rarely kind-hearted, was too lazy to pay attention to the young man. He closed the car door, stepped on the accelerator, and left.

The young people who stayed behind could only curse in the heavy rain.

As a habitual thief, he heard Heather and others chatting in the supermarket just now, and he became interested when he learned that they were going to a large manor. He was originally planning to find an opportunity to blend in and go to the manor with them to continue his theft business.

Not to mention anything else, if you collect the silver tableware from the historic villas and manors, you can sell them for a lot of money.

As a result, I didn't expect that it would be unfavorable right after I started training.

It is impossible to call the police.

The young man whose family knew about his family affairs was so helpless and furious that he could only find another target in despair.

Little did he know that Robb actually saved his life.

…

On the road.

Robb informed everyone of his suspicions.

Ryan and Kenny, who felt that Robb was making a fuss, were just a little sorry for the $60 fare.

Heather and Nicki nodded.

As women, they value security more.

Seeing that we are getting closer to Newt Town.

Heather suddenly felt hesitant.

"Are you okay?" Nicky looked concerned and asked.

"I'm fine," Heather nodded.

After a moment of silence, she still couldn't help but said: "I'm just thinking about where my real destination is. My adoptive parents who have lied to me for so many years and are not my biological parents? Or my grandmother who I have never met and have a real blood connection with?" ?”

"Complicated family life!" Nicki sighed.

Heather's boyfriend Ryan turned his head and said seriously to his girlfriend: "No matter what, blood is thicker than water after all."

"Blood is thicker than water...yeah~" Heather murmured.

Through the rearview mirror, Robb glanced at the people in the car, smiled and said nothing.

"We've arrived."

Soon, he opened his mouth and pointed to the road sign ahead.

Everyone looked.

On the street sign, the words "Welcome to Newt Town" and "Population 2306" were written clearly.

(Thanks to the master certification of "Aardvark Suisan", and to all book friends for their gift support, an additional chapter will be added.)

(In addition, the plot should be easy to guess now. Why do so many people think about Jennifer’s body?)

Chapter 112 Chapter 112 Real Estate

"Robb, should I go to you or Heather's first?"

Seeing the number of houses on the street gradually increasing, Nicki knew that she and others had entered the town and asked Robb.

"Isn't Heather's lawyer waiting? Go to her first, I'm not in a hurry." Robb replied.

"Thanks, Robb," Heather thanked.

Then, she looked at the sign outside without blinking.

Soon, Heather pointed out her hand and said: "Homestead Road is here. Robb, turn left."

Robb nodded.

Not long after, under Heather's guidance, the car stopped in front of an iron gate.

The surrounding area is surrounded by a long wall with wildly growing weeds and vines.

Inside the iron gate, there is a long road with an unclear end, and dense rows of tall trees on both sides.

"Wow~~ There must be something interesting in here." Nicki sighed as she leaned forward and leaned towards the window.

"Such as a castle or something." Ryan took over with a smile.

He didn't expect that the inheritance left by his girlfriend's grandmother would be so large. He was in a good mood.

After all, what's his girlfriend's is not his.

Kenny, who still lives in a few dozen square meters, is very envious: "Congratulations, Heather, you have inherited a big fortune."

Heather smiled.

Robb was also a little envious.

Regardless of what's going on inside, the huge space outside that can't be seen at a glance is something he couldn't ask for before or now.

Everyone got out of the car.

Because the iron gate was closed and they couldn't get in for the time being, they could only wait for Heather's lawyer to arrive.

Five minutes later, a white car drove over and an old man with gray hair and a suit got out.

He held a document and looked at Heather at first glance and said, "You are Heather, right? You really look like your grandmother."

Heather stepped forward quickly: "I'm Heather, are you Mr. Farnsworth? Thank you for coming."

"Nothing, I am very willing to serve Bernard, your grandmother. She is very nice and kind. Although she is not very popular here." Farnsworth said, pointing to the obvious sign beside the iron door. The letters "BITCH" were spray-painted.

Heather looked back, not knowing what to say.

Robb, who also noticed this scene, glanced at it and stopped paying attention.

He didn't bother to inquire about other people's family affairs.

But the man in front of him was named Farnsworth, and he was the person recommended to him by the law firm before.

When Farnsworth quickly handed over the documents, property keys, iron door passwords, and the letter Bernard left to Heather that he repeatedly emphasized to read, he was ready to leave.

Robb stepped forward and said to the other party: "Lawyer Farnsworth, I wonder if Lawyer Mond has told you about my matter. I also have an inherited property here, and I want to entrust it to professionals for sale. .”

Farnsworth's face changed, and he nodded quickly: "You are Mr. Robb, right? Mond told me in the previous phone call. Don't worry, you are looking for a professional. I will sell it to you." Happy with the price.”

When new business arrived, Farnsworth left in no hurry and patiently introduced information about property sales to Robb.

He is very enthusiastic.

Compared with inheritance entrustment, the commission from selling a house is higher.

After all, Bernard's will specifically instructs his heirs not to sell the house.

Farnsworth suggested at this time: "Mr. Robb, you haven't seen the property that belongs to you yet. If possible, I can take you to the valuation now."

"Of course." Robb nodded.

He went back and told Heather and others.

"Why don't you go for a walk first?" Nicky asked.

"No, you go shopping. I'll meet you later." Robb waved his hand.

It's not your own house.

Compared with having fun, making money is the most important thing.

For the convenience of Heather and others, Robb did not drive, but handed the car keys to Nicki and asked them to drive first.

He got into Farnsworth's car and headed towards his adoptive father's old house.

More than twenty minutes later.

Robb and Farnsworth came to a very ordinary American two-story house.

It is completely incomparable to the property Heather inherited.

Robb was a little disappointed.

Farnsworth had a normal expression.

There are few people as wealthy as Bernard in the entire town of Newt.

Crossing the ten-square-meter lawn that was already overgrown with weeds, Robb opened the door, carrying the key with him. Along with thick dust, a strong musty smell hit his nostrils.

Robb waved his hand vigorously.

Farnsworth was a little choking, but he still held it back with a smile on his face: "This is normal. Houses that have not been occupied for a long time are like this. But don't worry, Mr. Robb, as long as you leave this place to me, I promise It will be given a new look so that everyone who is willing to buy a house will not be deterred by hygiene issues.”

Robb nodded and entered the house after a while.

The inside is surprisingly good.

Everything inside the furniture and appliances is tightly covered with cloth, so it can be quickly occupied with a simple cleaning.

After a brief walk around, Robb started talking to Farnsworth about the sale of the house.

In the end, the two people, who had already negotiated the conditions, signed the contract documents that Farnsworth had prepared in the car.