Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Everything will turn around when it reaches its extreme.

Faith can bring people endless courage.

However, once it collapses, it will be an unprecedented disaster.

Just like now.

After the crocodile head he brought made great contributions.

In the following time, Robb no longer had to hide himself. He chased after the defeated cultists and easily harvested one life after another.

No one turned back to resist.

Even if they had guns, even if they were in large numbers.

Those who were caught up by Robb and could not escape only cried and begged for their lives, completely without the courage of fighting against the crowd.

Robb understood why the greatest casualties in a war throughout the ages often occurred when one side was defeated.

He showed no mercy.

Over the years, all the cultists who had stained their hands with blood deserved to die.

As for handing it over to the police?

Forget it.

Let alone how long the lawsuit would take, and whether the fact that he and others were wizards would be exposed?

Therefore, it is better for me, the kind father of the American people, to personally administer justice.

After shooting the man in front of him in the head, Robb looked forward and found a bald head shining in the moonlight.

Robb happily greeted, "Boss, don't leave in a hurry! Thank you for guiding us to such an amazing adventure."

The bald boss, Jonah, trembled all over.

He was no longer as "friendly" as before. He didn't even dare to answer and ran forward desperately.

However, he heard the footsteps behind him getting closer and closer.

He finally couldn't help but look back and screamed in horror:

"Devil!!!"

......

On the other side.

Madison and Zoe found that the enemy was rioting and began to flee. They guessed that it was probably Robb's fault. They didn't sit there and picked up the shotguns they had taken and rushed out to beat the fallen dog to relieve the pain of being besieged before.

"I surrender! Don't...don't kill me!"

An old man broke his leg while running away. When he fell to the ground and wailed in pain, he heard footsteps behind him and raised his hand in a hurry.

"The crocodile man is not as magical as you said in the store, right?"

A voice sounded.

The old man, that is, Old John, looked up and found that the person who spoke was the girl who stood in front of the crocodile statue at the gas station during the day.

He begged for mercy: "Indeed...indeed. Compared with you, I am far inferior. Spare my life! I am old and will not live long."

Zoe raised her shotgun, shook her head and said: "Just in time, before you die of old age, let me judge your crimes."

"No..."

Bang!

It's all over.

Zoe raised the muzzle of the gun, calmly stepped over Old John's body, and continued to chase forward.

Although she is a pure and cute girl, after the blood and fire tonight, she is not vague when she takes action.

You know, she is the evil witch in people's mouth.

The pursuit in the dense forest continued.

Not long after, Robb, Zoe and Madison joined together.

"Great, Robb!"

Looking at the crocodile head that Robb had thrown away and tied to his waist again, Madison praised with bright eyes.

Zoe's eyes were also full of hearts.

Who doesn't want her boyfriend to be strong and powerful?

If the timing was not wrong, she would have wanted to rush up and express her excitement.

Robb patted the crocodile head that he had taken as his trophy and was going to hang on the wall after returning, and smiled: "Let's say the compliments later, let's get rid of the remaining few people first."

The cult group of more than 40 or 50 people now has only a few big and small cats left.

Robb, Zoe and Madison were continuing to chase, and suddenly a series of terrified screams sounded in front of them, and soon it calmed down again.

Then, a familiar voice rang out:

"Shit! I finally see you guys!"

Robb looked over and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Queenie.

In the night, if she hadn't spoken, she wouldn't have been found for a while, as she had naturally concealed skin.

She strode over, and a deep wound on her neck was healing on its own, and she was holding a dagger in her hand.

Obviously, the fate of the last few people was clear.

Zoe hurried to Queenie and asked with concern: "Queenie, are you okay?"

Queenie shook her head first, and then said in a very unhappy tone: "I'm fine, but my pants are wet. Shit! The guy who attacked me just knocked me out when I was in the toilet. How immoral!"

Zoe wanted to laugh, but she held back and said: "So, you killed him?"

"Of course!" Queenie said, still unsatisfied, "When I woke up, I found myself tied up in a wooden house. The guy who attacked meHe held a dagger against my neck and told me to be quiet. I took the initiative to wipe my neck with the dagger, and he was quiet..."

Queenie recounted her experience.

It was similar to what Robb guessed.

Queenie went out alone and was hit with a club.

In order to reproduce, the cultists would not take her life, but just control her.

However, these people underestimated Queenie's ability and were killed by her all the way.

"I heard the gunshots and flames, I knew you were here, so I chased all the way here, and ended up meeting those guys and killing them." Queenie finally said.

After she was safe, she didn't want to escape, and was ready to come to help, but she didn't expect that Robb and his team had almost solved it.

"OK! The game of witches vs. cults is over. The witches win!" Madison threw down the useless shotgun, patted the dust on her hands, and announced loudly in the tone of a winner.

Zoe was not as excited as she was.

She looked at the corpses all over the ground, frowned and asked Robb: "Robb, what should we do with these corpses? "

Robb: "Throw them into the swamp."

Killing people and burying bodies is still necessary.

Especially when there are dozens of bodies at once.

If we really ignore it and someone finds out, it will definitely be big news.

Besides, there is no need to waste the swamp to bury bodies.

Even if the matter is exposed, with the efficiency of the American police, it will take a long time to investigate it.

But this is tomorrow's matter.

It's dark, and if you accidentally fall into the swamp after throwing so many bodies, it will be too unlucky.

In addition, they are very tired after fighting for so long, so the group returned to the camp they built later and planned to rest for a night.

"Oh~~Quinnie, change your pants quickly, they are too smelly."

"Bitch, why don't you look in the mirror and see what you look like now, as if you came out of the mud. Change your whole body quickly!"

"You two, I have a box of mineral water here, do you need it? ”

“......”

Listening to the witches’ quarrel, Robb dragged the horse-faced man who had been shot in the head by him away from the camp to prevent the bad smell from affecting his sleep. After simply changing his clothes, he went back to the tent to rest.

In his sleepiness, there was another person beside him.

Indistinctly, it seemed that there was another person approaching.

A familiar smell came into his nose.

Never mind, let’s sleep.