Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

The next day.

After lunch, Luke drove his little Ford from Phoenix City to the Flame School. The excitement of learning spells soon drove him to step on the accelerator deeper and increase the speed to more than 150 miles.

On the side of the road, a girl in cool clothes stood on the side of the road. Under her loose shorts, her two straight long white legs looked particularly dazzling in the sun. She had one hand on her waist and the other stretched out, with her thumb pointing towards on the road, waiting for a kindhearted person to give her a ride.

Luke glanced at it, but before he could see it clearly, it was already whizzing past. The high-speed airflow quickly stirred up the dust on the roadside, causing the girl to dodge to the outside of the road in embarrassment and yelled twice.

When the dust settled, the girl returned to her original position, extended her thumb, and continued to wait for a ride.

Soon, a dark blue Cadillac stopped in front of her.

The driver rolled down the window, took off his sunglasses, looked at the youthful girl in front of him, and asked, "Hitchhiking?"

The girl smiled and said, "Yes, are you on your way to Phoenix City?"

The neckline of her shirt was wide open, revealing a large area of ​​her chest. There was a dark spider pattern tattooed on her right collarbone. Against the background of the black paint, the surrounding skin looked even whiter and brighter.

The hems of the shirts were tied together, revealing her slim waist.

The driver was dazzled by the snow-white thing in front of him (this must be okay anyway). He put on his sunglasses, made a gesture that he thought was cool, and said: "It's all the way, let's get in the car."

The girl's name is Erin Wuornos, and she claims to be a sophomore student at Angelus University and is out for fun.

The man's name was Bridger Smith, a sergeant at the central Phoenix police station, who had just returned from a business trip.

With the girl's deliberate catering, the two chatted happily.

With a bit of bragging, Bridger told Irene about the cases he had experienced, and slightly exaggerated his contribution in solving the case by "billion points", packaging himself as a wise and mature elite police detective, enjoying the While listening to the admiring praises of the girls around him, his eyes would glance at Irene's long white legs curled up on the seat from time to time.

As the topic gradually deepened, under the guidance of Eileen intentionally or unintentionally, the atmosphere between the two became more and more ambiguous, and the fluctuations of primitive desire filled the car.

The car drove into Phoenix and it was less than half an hour away from Angelus University. Bridger couldn't help but slow down the car, wanting to extend the time with this girl. He was thinking about it in his mind. How can I find a girl and ask for her address and phone number?

Eileen was silent for a while, then pointed to a deserted parking lot on the left front and said, "Uncle, there is a parking lot there, please park there for a while."

Bridger was also a veteran in the entertainment industry. Hearing such a sentence, he naturally understood what Irene meant. He was pleasantly surprised, and the gear was already in an awkward position. He stepped on the accelerator and entered the parking lot, driving directly to the deepest position. .

As soon as the car came to a stop, before he could pull on the handbrake, the girl next to him unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over.

Bridger was startled by the girl's behavior, but responded to her enthusiasm.

(Dry! Omit.)

After a while, Erin said breathlessly: "Go to the back seat."

Bridger was so excited that he almost exploded. Hearing these words, he excitedly opened the car door and shifted the battlefield.

Irene stretched out her white and tender feet, hooked her well-proportioned instep on the car door handle, and with a little force, she closed the car door.

The blue Cadillac body began to shake rhythmically.

In the car, Bridger got better and better. (It’s not that I want to omit it. I feel like it hasn’t passed the review here.)

(The seventh revision, Taoist heart is unstable and gradually collapsing)

Irene hugged his neck to cater to him and asked: "Uncle, do you love me?"

Bridger responded: "Of course, I love you to death."

Eileen continued to ask: "Then are you willing to die for me?"

Bridger only thought she was flirting. At this time, let alone answering a boring question, he would immediately agree to whatever she asked him to do.

He gasped, "Of course, of course I do."

"That's good."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pitch-black limb sank into Bridger's abdomen, emerged from his lumbar spine, penetrated him fiercely, and nailed him to the roof of the car.

Bridger fell from the edge of bliss into the abyss in an instant, staring in disbelief at Keren'er, who was enjoying herself beneath him, his body twisting uncontrollably, his eyes filled with fear and pain.

Irene smiled coquettishly and touched his face, "Let me see your sincerity."

The girl's forearms turned into spider limbs and lifted him up. The other white and tender hand reached into the wound and stirred back and forth in his abdomen. She pushed the other greasy organs aside, searched for a long time, and pulled off a piece. A heart that is still beating.

"It's true, thank you for your love."

After saying that, she pulled out the jointed limbs, restored the arm, put Bridger aside who had closed his eyes forever, and complained: "Damn it, the clothes I just picked up are stained again, and I have to pick them up again. 'One piece."

He opened the car door, determined the direction, and walked out.

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School of Flame.

Luke entered the white tower and came to the teaching area. This time he did not meet Lily, the shaman from Jinzhizhou. Luke was a little regretful. He originally wanted to ask her which teacher in the school had better teaching quality.

At the entrance of the teaching area, a rectangular wooden panel is hung on the side wall, with photos of each teacher posted on the panel.

Their brief introductions are listed below. In addition to their names, they mainly include the spells they are good at.

At the bottom, there is a small status bar, which is divided into three states: "Away", "Teaching" and "Idle".

Students are free to choose the teacher that suits them.

Looking at this slightly familiar panel, it has exactly the same layout and style as the gym personal trainer introduction.

Luke complained in his mind, "Oh, now it has degenerated from a college correspondence class into a high-end gym."

Luke looked carefully at the mentor profile on the panel.

The first teacher's name was Adam. He looked like a middle-aged man in his 30s and was good at fireball and pyrotechnics.

The second teacher is called Elizabeth, a young woman with long red hair who is good at fireball and the multiple release techniques of fireball.

The third teacher is an old acquaintance, Brand. According to the introduction, he is good at teaching fireball and meditation.

Luke noticed that Brand's status was already "teaching." It seemed that students who had not yet mastered the meditation method came to choose him in advance, or maybe it was still a large class teaching.

Luke continued to glance back.

Huh!

In the profiles of all teachers, the spells they are good at include fireball.

As expected of the Flame School!

The main purpose of Luke's visit today is to learn this technique of blowing up pussy. It seems that anyone can teach it to anyone.