Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Fiona never thought that she would be plotted against one day.

And the opponent was a witch, especially the witch hunter, the biggest enemy of these white witches for countless years!

As the main target, seeing the overwhelming silver bullets specifically targeting witches flying towards her, Fiona's pupils suddenly shrank. She didn't dare to resist like she did when facing ordinary bullets. She kept using the phantom to avoid the witch hunter's hunting.

Halfway through, she looked at Mary who was hiding in the same embarrassment and shouted:

"Join hands!"

Mary, with an ugly face, snorted coldly, but did not refuse.

Although they fought to the death before, it was still a contradiction within the witches in the end.

Facing the witch hunters who always wanted to kill the witches, she rationally knew what to do.

Especially now that the Voodoo Cult and the Salem Witches have suffered heavy losses, she and Fiona are in a very bad state.

Boom~~

With Mary's help, Fiona, who was finally able to free her hands, focused her eyes, and the blazing flames rose up in the darkness ahead like fireworks.

Surprisingly, there was no scream.

The hundreds of hunters who have been tirelessly hunting witches are much more professional than the cult team in the swamp.

At this moment, they are all wearing the latest fireproof clothing, and there are professional firefighting logistics personnel.

Fiona's flames seem fierce, but in fact they do little harm to the witch hunters.

Not only that, the latter's counterattack soon came.

One after another flash bombs were thrown quickly.

The dazzling strong light blocked the sight of a group of witches, including Fiona.

Taking advantage of this time, the witch hunters wearing low-light night vision goggles increased their offensive.

One after another, the shrill and desperate screams became their greatest achievement.

"We can't fight anymore! We must retreat!"

Watching her men die one by one under the gun, Mary, holding her arm and being hit by a silver bullet, looked at Fiona beside her with hatred.

If the other party had not provoked a witch war tonight, and both sides were injured, she would not have been forced into this situation by a group of witch hunters, so that she had to abandon the nest that had been entrenched for more than two hundred years.

Fiona, whose breath was much weaker and whose face was more wrinkled, looked at the endless darkness in front of her that was emitting flames from time to time and devouring people invisibly, and nodded silently.

She first glanced at the bodies of Queenie and Nan who were lying on the ground without moving, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out her hand to take them away together.

Then she looked at Robb, Zoe, and Madison who had been lying on the ground early and quickly found a shelter to hide without any injury, and said unhappily:

"Let's go!"

The well-prepared witch hunters came aggressively.

In order to preserve the fire, Fiona and Mary and her group chose a direction to break out.

Seeing this, Robb, who no longer pretended to be dead, held Zoe in his left hand and Madison in his right hand, and used his speed advantage to catch up quickly.

But soon, fierce gunfire came from the direction of the breakout, blocking the witches from moving forward.

Seeing the pursuers behind him getting closer and closer, Robb knew that he could no longer slack off.

He put Zoe and Madison down, told them to be careful, and then disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, facing the witch hunters who were armed with guns and had rich experience in protecting against supernatural forces, physical fitness was undoubtedly more important than spiritual abilities.

[Physique +0.5]

Without hesitation, he invested the 100 shelter points he had obtained before into his physique. Now that his physique was 3.5, the increasingly inhuman Robb sped up and moved forward like a ghost.

He was very fast.

Even with night vision goggles, the witch hunters would find it difficult to catch them if they were not careful.

In addition, Fiona and Mary, who attracted great hatred, were on the opposite side.

Robb sneaked into the edge of the witch hunter's defense line without any danger.

A witch hunter was excitedly shooting forward with a sense of mission, and a broad and powerful palm suddenly covered his mouth.

Click.

With a simple pull, the witch hunter's neck was broken, and she was dead.

With Robb's current strength, holding down a normal man is as easy as pinching a chicken.

Taking off the M4 carbine and night vision goggles in the opponent's hand, he shrank his body, made a turn, and sneaked to the second target on the side.

Woo~~

Another bewildered witch hunter struggled in vain for one or two times, and then there was no movement.

After Robb took off the magazine on the opponent, he continued to transform into a night killer and kept wandering around the periphery of the witch hunter.

Three... four... five.......

The witch hunters never thought that there were hundreds of years of dealing with the witch group.After what they had experienced, one day they were actually approached by someone and had a thrilling hand-to-hand fight.

This was something that had never happened before when dealing with weak witches.

It was not until the team members' gunfire became less frequent and the witches were getting closer that the witch hunter captain in charge of this area realized something was wrong.

He quickly opened the microphone and said, "Team Six, Team Seven, Team Nine, I heard a reply."

There was no response, except for the noise.

The witch hunter captain's face suddenly changed, and he shouted, "Be careful! There is..."

Bang bang bang...

Bullets hit his body one by one, tearing his internal organs apart, and he could no longer speak.

Robb took the lead and shot him to death.

Afterwards, knowing that he was exposed, he simply stood up and squeezed the trigger tightly. With the dazzling flames from the muzzle, the bullets turned into long chains and swept towards all the witch hunters nearby.

"Ahhhh!"

"My legs! Help!"

"Who is shooting randomly!!"

"There are enemies! Little... No!!"

"......"

Instantly, screams rang out.

Although the witch hunters who were not affected were shocked, they turned around quickly and wanted to kill Robb.

What embarrassed them was that Robb was too fast.

They couldn't catch the other party's figure at all.

Instead, they were killed one by one by the other party's cold gun from time to time.

In this way, under Robb's containment, the witches with greatly reduced pressure quickly broke through.

"Finally, you rats have been caught."

Fiona looked at a witch hunter coldly.

The latter was stunned and immediately shot and killed the teammate next to him.

Although other experienced companions did not hesitate to kill the controlled people.

But Fiona's move this time undoubtedly broke the last straw.

The witch hunters in this area were quickly wiped out.

With no more obstacles ahead, Fiona breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Robb and praised:

"Good job, Robb."

Seeing that Zoe and Madison were fine, Robb looked at the other two women who were brought with him and asked:

"Queenie, how are Nan?"

"Let's talk about it when we get back." Fiona shook her head.

Robb was silent.