Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

late at night.

The crackling of a campfire, the clashing of wine bottles, swallowing, laughter and the chirping of insects and birds all around combine to create an outdoor camping scene.

It is said that he wants to discuss witch abilities, but with a glass of drink, everyone including Zoe detaches from the "good student" state and enjoys a good vacation.

The case of beer brought with you is visibly becoming less and less visible to the naked eye.

Zoe and Queenie were already drunk.

Madison, the main force, did nothing.

This amount of alcohol is at best a little red for her, who has always been a heavy drinker.

She looked at Robb with fiery eyes.

Although he usually doesn't drink much, under 1.5 physique, Robb still remains sober.

And so exactly.

Madison swept towards Zoe and Queenie, thinking about when they would push harder.

Queenie suddenly got up at this time: "I'll go to the bathroom."

With that, she staggered outside.

Robb looked at Queenie, and then at Zoe, who was already leaning her head on his shoulder, wondering if tonight was the end of the night, when a softness that felt very good suddenly pressed against his back, and the seductive voice of wine sounded in his ears:

"It's good to be here."

Depend on!

Playing so much?

Robb, who knows who it is without guessing, sighs that the old Si Ji is the old Si Ji.

He was about to refuse righteously, when his ears suddenly moved.

In the next second, Robb's gaze froze, and he turned his head to look ahead, deep in the dark dense forest beyond the campfire.

"What's wrong?"

Madison said this, and the two small hands coated with rose nail polish could not wait to divide into two ways and occupy the point, and Robb quickly held it down.

He said with a serious expression: "Wait, there seems to be something wrong around!" "

Compared to normal people, his physique is much stronger, which gives him good hearing.

In that instant, he seemed to hear another sound of stepping on dead branches and leaves in the other direction where Queenie had left.

Originally, Robb thought it was caused by a small animal passing by.

But when he listened carefully, he found that something was wrong.

Too quiet.

The previous dense forest was full of various cries and bustles, and it was still very lively.

But now I listen to it, but it is strangely silent.

Animals are very sensitive.

If they can behave like this, it is very likely that an uninvited guest will arrive that makes them very fearful.

Robb squeezed hard on Madison's palm.

Madison's gaze quickly regained its senses.

In the previous fight against evil spirits, she pretended to look around casually with Robb and said in a low voice: "Is there a situation?"

Robb nodded: "Is there a way to sober up?" "

Whether it's really dangerous or not, in this case, Zoe must be awake.

"Sobering films, one of the must-have supplies for Hollywood stars." Madison picked up the bag on the ground, took out a piece of medicine from the small pill box, and directly controlled Zoe's mind without ink, allowing her to swallow the pill hard.

The medicine he took quickly took effect.

Zoe touched the door of her head and got up from Robb's shoulder, and said a little dazedly: "What's wrong with me?"

Robb whispered the current situation.

Zoe's face was startled, but with her boyfriend on the side, she couldn't see the panicked Madison as a comparison, and she quickly calmed herself down.

Robb did not delay any longer.

A little worried glanced at the direction where Queenie had not moved since he left.

He suddenly exclaimed

, "Come out,

I've seen you."

Ten seconds... Thirty seconds... One minute.

Like an open abyss giant mouth, the dark dense forest waiting for the arrival of prey did not move at all.

Robb, who seemed to be doing a funny solo show alone, did not stop, and then said:

"Just now your footsteps have exposed you, come out." My companions and I don't like such mischiefs.

"Come and drink the bar." The two ladies also need a man to accompany them. "

Snap!

The next second after Robb's last words fell, the sound of undoubted footsteps sounded clearly in his ears.

Perhaps he was tricked out by Robb, or maybe because of the temptation of the last lady's invitation, a black shadow came out of the dense forest.

"Lately there are always crocodiles attacking people at night, and I'm in charge of patrolling this area. Didn't bother a few, did it? I heard that there are beautiful women with fine wine, I wonder which lady can pour me a glass of wine for this conscientious person? Some

familiar voice rang in Madison's ears.

She looked up and saw that it was the horse-faced man who wanted to talk to her during the day.

At this moment, the horse-faced man is wearing a stab-proof suit that is conducive to jungle walking, and he also carries a shotgun, which really looks like a person patrolling here.

If you ignore his greedy eyes that have been scanning Madison, by the way, he looks at the fresh and pure Zoe's words.

'The quality of the sacrifice this time is awesome. Anyway, all the great gods need is fertility tools, and when they complete their fertility tasks, I will ask for them...' The

horse-faced man's heart blossomed, and when he was thinking about it, Robb asked coldly:

"Are you alone?"

"Of course it's not only..." the

horse-faced man reacted and quickly stopped his mouth.

He gripped the shotgun and subconsciously looked at Robb.

Bang!

Gunshots rang out.

Not the shotgun in his hand, but the Glock in Robb's hand.

Thump!

The sound of falling to the ground sounded.

Until the horse-faced man closed his eyes, he couldn't figure out why Robb suddenly shot him.

How could he? How dare he?

Robb certainly dared.

He is not the degraded youth in horror movies.

Who TM still came to patrol the dense forest so late?

The people of America had such a spirit of craftsmanship, and he was the first not to believe it.

Besides, he really didn't know that crocodile hunting is basically during the day, not at night.

Late at night, lurking around, holding a gun, being, lying, etc., combined has given Robb a good reason to shoot.

Like the kind of plot where he obviously has a gun, but hesitates to mend the knife, and as a result, he is killed by the wicked, will never appear here.

As for the possibility of killing mistakes.

Kill the wrong one, kill the wrong one.

Just make a small contribution to the pressure on the earth's population.

Robb didn't feel any guilt and remorse in his heart, and he killed the horse-faced male queen without thinking about it.

Without the slightest pause, he stretched out his hand and extinguished the campfire, and the camp instantly became pitch black.

Next second.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunfire rang out, and wood chips splattered from the original campfire.

"Fak! Explain!

"Vincent that idiot, he can't delay a little, what a waste!"

"Hurry up! They ran!

"Don't shoot! Women want to live!

"Chase! Pursue! Pursue!

For

a moment, the originally silent dense forest became extremely lively.

Illuminated by torches, faces of men, women and children emerged from the darkness, shouting their slogans in unison:

"Blood is blood!"

"Blood is blood!!"

"Blood is blood!!"