Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

The location of the "veil" farm is very remote, and there is not a single signal in the grid.

After Robb finished solving the evil spirits and drove the rented car back to the town 30 miles away, his mobile phone finally connected to the communication number, and Cordelia's phone called.

“...... Well, okay. Thank you Cordelia this time. By the way, help me bring the car back when Cordelia goes back, just across the road from the farmhouse.

After some exchange, Robb hung up the phone.

When he erased the "Robb Detective Adventure" story from the horror storybook, Cordelia already knew that the source of the incident had been solved by him, and called just to find out what happened.

Robb naturally described his great achievements, and by the way, he praised Cordelia's great contribution in this matter, so that the other party remembered to take his poor Chevrolet when he left.

The quality of the car itself is high, but once or twice it hits a supernatural event, and it goes wrong unreasonably.

I think its heart is also in tears.

But...... It seems that he forgot to say something?

Robb thought as he drove.

It wasn't until I came to the outside of the small airfield where he had arrived before that I remembered it.

"Shett! I forgot to tell Cordelia about the return flight! "

I came by private jet.

But the plane did not belong to him or Cordiria, and naturally he would not wait for a few hours in vain after being delivered to him, and flew away early.

Robb had just forgotten to mention to Cordelia about the return arrangement.

Call again now?

Forget it, I've been in trouble with the other party for so long, don't mention this little thing.

Robb shook his head.

Before, the situation was urgent, and she had to trouble the well-connected Cordelia.

As for now, the matter has been satisfactorily resolved, and Robb, who does not care about that little time, decides to come by himself.

Unlike the poverty of his initial arrival, he now has more than enough assets to charter a small business plane.

In this way, Robb, who was bulging in his wallet, strode into the private airport in front of him that was only for small business jets with a confident face.

Not long after, he shook his head and walked out.

Aircraft can be rented or rented, but reservations are required.

It's not like big airports where you have a number of flights every hour.

If Robb wanted to rent, he would have to wait three or four hours later.

At this time, he might as well rent a car and drive back.

Not to mention the time, it costs a lot less.

Instead of spending on it, Robb should buy a few more Balenciaga stockings.

Previously, when discussing the composition of stockings with Penelope, I consumed a lot in the spirit of scientific research, and the stock was at the bottom, and it was the time to replenish.

In the end, Robb rented a car for a long time and sped off in the direction of New Orleans.

......

Tap-da-da... Tap-da-da....

The fierce gunfire was like a high symphony, resounding on the endless desolate highway.

Suddenly, the classic melody from "Kill Bill" twisted nerves rang out amid a burst of gunfire.

Robb followed and whistled as he shot at random.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of gunfire changed from rapid to regular, from complicated to monotonous.

In the end, the twisted nerves whistle, which was cheerful in rhythm but gave people a chilling and eerie feeling, overwhelmed everything and sounded in the ears of everyone who was still alive at the scene.

It wasn't until the ringing was about to end that Robb answered the phone.

"Robb, don't tell me you're just sprinting. If it were so soon, I would be disappointed in you. On

the other end of the phone rang a young female voice with a light laugh.

Can say this tiger and wolf words at the beginning, there is only one girl Robb knows.

"If you don't enjoy your peanut talk in New York, how come you have time to call me?" Madison. Robb replied unsurprised.

"I'm here for New York." Madison on the other side of the phone said in all seriousness that he was doing business and was never traveling at public expense.

"Also, Robb, you haven't answered my question just now. I didn't answer the phone at the first time, although I still answered it in the end, but I completed the work on my body in such a short time, I have to doubt Robb's ability!

"My abilities?" Robb snorted lightly, "Madison, you haven't experienced it yourself, it seems that I was merciful last time."

"As for what I was just doing, listen to it yourself."

Bang!

Gunshots rang out.

With the screams of one person, the cursing and roaring around once again sounded.

On the other end of the phone, Madison, who was from the Star-Spangled Banner and was familiar with the gunshot, was surprised:

"Huh? Did you have a shootout there? Someone is going to kill you?

Robb shot a budding Mexican in the head and explained: "To be precise, I accidentally broke into a powder trading venue, and the two gangs of trading Mexicans wanted to kill people, and I could only do the story of Skywalk." "

Oh."

Madison's reaction was calm.

Knowing Robb's strength, she didn't think that a bunch of guys who sold white powder could do anything to him.

"Do you need me to wait? There's one thing I'd like to ask you for help. She said.

"Something?"

Robb said suspiciously, and then looked left and right.

"Wait for me for a minute."

After speaking, Robb put down the mobile phone and saw that he was hiding behind a few cars, originally seven or eight people, now there are only three or two remnants left.

No longer playing with the rat, he stepped forward with his right foot.

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, a bloody storm sounded close at hand.

In a scream, the Mexican, who was the last person left, looked at the slightest light in the sunlight, but gave him a harsh cold man who approached with elegant steps.

He hurriedly took out the cross hanging around his neck, aimed it at the other party, and shouted

like a collapse: "The devil !!."

"Can't compare, can't compare."

Robb shook his head modestly.

"Devil! Get out of here! God will punish you! "

The cross is quite delicate, made of silver?" You let God manifest and try. Could it be that his old man would shield a guy who sold powder?

"Our Father in heaven, may your name be holy, may ..."

Gunshots rang out, and the Mexicans, who trembled and prayed with the most religious mentality, shrank his pupils and fell weakly.

"Verbose for a long time, there is no."

Robb finished his mockery, checked around, made sure that there were no fish that had slipped through the net, and then dashingly withdrew the pistol.

Coming to a car with an open door, taking out a bottle of red wine that seemed to be a celebratory price, and taking a casual sip, Robb stood among the car and the corpse, and picked up the unhung phone again:

"Hey..."

Twisted nerves is the whistle music played by the male protagonist during the campus killing in the first season of American Terror, and it also appears frequently on other occasions in the play, which is very appropriate, you can search and listen to it.

Florida does not feed idlers: A man suspected that his good brother was bent, so he picked up a large kitchen knife and cut off his good brother's kundi. And the brother definitely disagrees. So the two fought and both went to jail. According to the police afterwards, the orientation of the good brother is normal, while the man is bent. Because he was optimistic that his brother was getting more and more clear-eyed, thinking that the other party was seducing him, he planned to chop up his good brother's kundi.