Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Boom!

A loud noise suddenly came from the roof of the SUV.

The group of people who had just relaxed in the car were startled.

"Shit! What's going on?"

"Someone threw something from a high place?"

"Do you still have any moral sense?"

Seeing that the roof of the car had suddenly dented, the black man who had previously suggested that the brothers have some fun first angrily rolled down the window and stuck his head out to check what had fallen on the car.

But before he could figure it out, a hand suddenly stretched out from the roof of the car, pressed his head, and pulled him out with the door.

"No!!!"

The black man screamed in fear a few times, and then rolled wildly on the road like a yo-yo.

Beep! Beep!

A truck hit him head-on, and there was no time to slow down, and it directly crushed the black man into a pulp.

"Fuck!"

The truck driver, chewing gum, stepped on the accelerator without thinking and drove away without stopping.

From jumping onto the roof to pulling the black man out, Robb did not waste any time. He took advantage of the door being wide open and got into the car.

Also in the back row, the bald man who noticed something was wrong had taken out his pistol.

When Robb got in and was about to shoot, Stephanie, who had been very quiet, suddenly rushed towards him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out.

The missed bullet scared the man who was trying to help on the phone in front and immediately shrank back.

"Good job."

Robb, who had been prepared, saw Stephanie take the initiative to help, praised her, and did not waste this opportunity to quickly reach out with his five fingers.

"Click".

As the bald man screamed, he crushed his wrist holding the gun, easily took the pistol, and shot him in the head.

"Damn it!"

The man on the phone leaned out again and quickly raised his gun, ready to shoot Robb.

Robb glanced at him.

He was stunned for a moment.

Bang!

The gunshot rang again.

A thick blood mist splashed on the front windshield.

In the blink of an eye, the driver was left alone. Facing the cold muzzle, he immediately begged for mercy in fear:

"I surrender! Don't kill me! I'm willing to confess everything!"

"Stop the car in the abandoned factory in front." Robb ordered.

"Okay... OK." The driver did as he was told.

Taking advantage of this time, Robb untied Stephanie's restraints.

"Thank you!"

Stephanie, who was finally able to speak, said gratefully.

Then, she angrily spat at the bald man next to her, not caring at all about the tragic situation of the other person being shot in the head.

In the abandoned factory.

With the headlights shining, the driver kneeling in front vomited out everything he knew.

Simply put, the gang the driver and his group belonged to had the business of kidnapping and trafficking women.

The targets usually chosen were those who were young and beautiful, had few companions around them, and would not attract much attention.

Just like Stephanie and Ellie, who were just passing through New Orleans during their travels, even if they were caught, they would not be noticed for a long time, and even if the police were called, they would not be found. They were undoubtedly the best targets.

"No wonder that guy named Bob asked us where we came from?" Stephanie suddenly realized.

She kicked the driver hard: "Who did you sell the kidnapped girls to?"

The driver said with a sad face: "Most of them were sold abroad. White women from the United States are very popular with some people."

"Shit!"

Stephanie, who thought that if Robb hadn't helped her, she would most likely be sold to a remote country as a lifelong slave, punched and kicked the accomplice driver again.

After a while, she turned around and said to Robb seriously: "Robb, this matter can't be let go."

"Of course." Robb nodded.

They have already made a feud.

He still understands the truth that if the grass is not cut at the root, the spring breeze will blow deeper.

In addition, this matter is also related to what happened before, in which he participated.

After the voodoo cult, which had been entrenched here for more than 200 years and had a great influence on the black community and deep-rooted power, was forced to leave the country by the witch group and witch hunters, there was a vacancy in the underground power of the black area in New Orleans.

The boss of the driver's group rose to power at this time, doing all kinds of dark business to expand his power.

Things like trafficking women have only been started recently.

When the voodoo queen Mary was still there, many things that went too far were banned by her.

"I didn't expect that in the end, after all the twists and turns, it would involve my side."

Robb, feeling a little emotional, came to the driver.

As if he had sensed something, the driver, who had not panicked when Stephanie punched and kicked him before, begged bitterly:

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I listened to you and said everything I should say. I am willing to be a tainted witness! I am willing to report our boss! I..."

Bang!

The driver stopped talking and collapsed to the ground.

"Robb, why did you kill him?" Stephanie asked in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Robb dragged the driver's body to the SUV and asked back.

Stephanie was puzzled: "Shouldn't he be handed over to the police? He is our only witness now!"

Robb shook his head: "This method is too slow. Believe me, I have a faster solution."

"What method!"

"Go to their lair and kill them all."

"......."

Stephen looked at Robb for a long time and sighed: "Robb, you are not a good person. "

Robb, who hated the Nice Guy card, was in a good mood and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

"But the more this is the case, the more I like you!" Stephanie changed the subject and smiled.

"Let's go blow their asses off!"

Obviously, Stephanie has never been a good girl.

She collected all the pistols of the dead, checked them carefully, and agreed with Robb's idea eagerly.

"You know? If you were a Chinese parent, you would be beaten so hard that you couldn't get out of bed for three days. "

Looking at Stephanie's attitude of going with him, this time Robb was the one who sighed.

In order to avoid the male protagonist's disagreement, the female protagonist quietly went and gave the male protagonist a big "surprise". Robb finally did not refuse Stephanie's request to go with him.

But before that, he still had to destroy the bodies and wipe out the evidence.

Except for the black man who was crushed into meat paste by the truck, the other three were already lying in the SUV.

Robb's eyes moved, and a raging fire ignited in the car.

Soon, accompanied by a violent explosion, all traces disappeared.

Afterwards.

It was still the same bicycle.

Robb pedaled skillfully on the front seat.

Stephanie, who hugged Robb's waist tightly to avoid being thrown out, screamed excitedly a few times, and then remembered the previous fire and asked curiously:

"Robb, how did the car ignite?"

"Magic."

"Magic?"

"Yes."

"Liar! Do you think I'm a child! ”

“......”

So, sometimes the more true something is, the more it is considered a lie.

(Thanks to the gifts from book friends such as "正正老疯子", "空空zm", "霸比", etc., to show my appreciation, I will add another chapter)