Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven.

As he said this, he stood up and walked towards the door.

Although she didn't know why a ghost came to her house for no reason, Penelope was relieved that Robb was there and everything would be fine. She even pulled out a special pistol tied to her thigh, and seemed eager to try it out.

After experiencing the Jack in the Box incident, in order to prevent Penelope from being powerless when facing the supernatural again, Robert specially gave her a special pistol that he had intercepted from the witch hunter.

There is nothing special about the pistol. The key is the cursed silver bullet inside.

Although it is better at dealing with witches, it can also be effective against other supernatural beings.

"Robb! Robb! I know you're in there! Open the door! Let's catch up..."

At this moment, the mobile phone surveillance video could be heard continuously from the person knocking on the door.

"Here we come, don't rush."

Robb didn't waste any time and simply opened the door.

There was no one at the door, and no knocking or shouting.

Robb, who was already used to this, paused for a few seconds and then closed the door again.

"Since you are here, show yourself."

Robb turned around and said calmly towards the house.

The next second, a person appeared in the living room.

He had a horse face and opened his mouth with rotten yellow teeth. He smiled at Robb with a ferocious smile and said, "Robb, do you still recognize me?"

Robb looked at the horse-faced man calmly and said, "I have some impression of him."

If he remembered correctly, this guy was the one who kept staring at Madison and Zoe with his thieving eyes in the swamp and told him such stupid things as "watch out for crocodiles at night", and was eventually shot in the head by him.

Listening to the shouts of other cults, it seems that there is someone called Vincent.

"Haha! Just a little impression? I have a deep impression of you!" Vincent gritted his teeth as he faced the murderer who killed him.

Then, noticing Penelope, his eyes became extremely greedy and he said, "Sure enough! You are always surrounded by beautiful women!"

"So, a dog will never change its habit of eating shit." Robb laughed when he noticed this scene.

“Similarly, people are like this.”

"The same is true for ghosts."

Chapter 150 Chapter Sure enough, you are sick too

Hearing this, Vincent's face darkened: "I wanted to chat with you for a while, but I didn't expect you to be so eager to die!"

Robb chuckled: "Just you?"

“Just me!” Vincent yelled, “Now I’ve returned as a ghost! What? You still want to hit me on the head with that broken gun of yours? Come on! Hahaha~~ Now I’m stronger than ever! Kneel on the ground and beg for mercy in pain! If I’m in a good mood, I will… I will still ravage you to my heart’s content!”

"You know what? You're dead! You're dead!"

"Did this guy's head get caught in the door?" Robb looked at Vincent, who was dancing in front of him, with a strange expression.

Since the other party has taken the initiative to ask for it.

To show courtesy.

Robb gave Penelope a look.

Penelope understood what he meant and without saying a word, she raised her hand and fired a shot.

boom!

The silver bullet hit Vincent's forehead with incredible precision.

In an instant, Vincent's head was blown away like collapsing sand.

"It's useless! It's useless! I told you a long time ago... Huh?"

Vincent was expressing his sarcasm with a laugh.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

Not only did the part of his head that was shattered show no signs of repairing, he even felt a long-lost, intense pain that he could only feel when he was alive.

"Ah! What is going on?" Vincent immediately held his head and screamed.

Western ghosts are different from Eastern ghosts. Many of them can transform between reality and illusion.

Vincent was in a physical state just now, but he was hit by a silver cursed bullet designed specifically for hunting witches. Naturally, he screamed in pain.

Seeing Vincent, who had been beaten up and no longer arrogant, Robb decided to teach him another lesson. He stretched out his hand and fire snakes began to dance ferociously.

"Don't worry, we have a lot of time to talk." He smiled.

At this moment, Vincent's throat couldn't help but move.

He suddenly realized that his revenge this time seemed to be an extremely wrong decision.

……

Some people suffer before they die, and suffer even more severely after they die.

Vincent is such an unlucky guy.

A quarter of an hour later, seeing that no more useful information could be extracted from the other party, Robb frowned, stretched out his hand and waved it, burning it clean as Vincent looked relieved, "It's finally over."

It was a rare opportunity to find out the truth, so he naturally interrogated him thoroughly.

But the result was not very satisfactory.

According to Vincent's description, he didn't know why he turned into a ghost and appeared at Robb's door.

I only know that the person behind the door is my most hated enemy, and I must go in and take revenge.

As for why a small door could prevent people and ghosts from meeting each other, Vincent was not sure. Robb guessed that this might be some kind of restriction.

Any supernatural phenomenon always has its own laws and rules.

Vincent, Michael and others may seem to be individuals, but in fact they are part of the supernatural phenomenon of halo attracting ghosts.

Otherwise, there is no need for them to focus on one person, and they have no intention of distracting themselves to do other things.

"Whose hand is it to spread the supernatural through modern technology?"

"Or is it some kind of natural supernatural phenomenon caused by coincidence?"

Looking at the halo installed on the door, Robb thought that it was a normal technological product, whether from his own clairvoyance or from physical disassembly.

At this time, Penelope, who knew everything, came over, looked at the halo on the door in surprise, and asked, "Do you want to throw it away?"

"Why throw away such a good instrument? I'm really looking forward to the next new surprise!"

Robb woke up from his thoughts and shook his head with a smile.

No matter what the purpose of the halo is, he is not the world police anyway. Since the former can bring him so many benefits, why think too much about it.

First, get all the wool that's delivered to you.

"in addition……"

Robb suddenly felt better after thinking of something.

"Penny, you and I are going to be very busy from now on."

……

Robb's prediction had undoubtedly come true.

With the hot sales of Halo monitors, ghost knocking on doors has occurred frequently in various places, and the amount of business received by the firm has continued to increase.

This is when one's fame is not too great, the firm's fees are high, and many people who have installed the halo either open the door directly or simply throw the halo away.

Of course, there are also many people who have no dead people around them at all, or have no connection with the dead at all.

This way, even if the halo is installed, nothing will happen.

Even apart from these, in just two days, Robb dealt with eight cases of ghosts knocking on the door, both his own and others'.

This is because the ghost knocks on the door at irregular times, and a long time is wasted waiting.

Otherwise it could handle more.

It is conceivable how many such haunted incidents there are in New Orleans, and even in North America.

"If this continues, it feels like hell is going to empty out."

After a day of running around, Robb returned to the apartment and enjoyed Penelope's massage like a master, sighing.

While he was enjoying earning shelter quotas, he did not forget that he also had the position of director of the witch group.

During this period, he specifically informed Cordelia of the situation. In addition to fulfilling his own responsibilities, he also wanted to find out the truth behind such a large-scale supernatural event through the channels of the witches.

He had no intention of enforcing justice, but was just thinking about whether he could obtain the ability to create a large number of ghosts.

In this way, I can stay at home and easily meet the hundred-year shelter target.

Unfortunately, even with Cordelia's divination skills, she was unable to find out the truth behind all this.

"The water is really deep."

Robb shook his head, closed his eyes and leaned back, ready to enjoy Penelope's soft and broad bosom.

When~when~when~

The halo prompt sounded again.

This is the third time.

Every time I killed one, new food would be delivered to my door within a few days.

The first one was Vincent, the second one was the former gangster boss Okuk, and as for the third one now...

It was Ryan!

Robb welcomed him in and said in surprise: "I didn't kill you."

"But you obviously had the ability to save me! But you got involved with that bitch Nikki!" Ryan said resentfully, "And Heather, you slept with her too! Right above where I died! Fuck you! Get the hell out of here!"

"What an incredible train of thought! Besides..."

Robb's face turned serious, and he explained to Ryan very seriously,

"Heather she's sick. I'm just treating her!"

"Fuck! How hypocritical..."

Boom ~

The flames rose.

It's all over.

Robb sighed, "As expected, you are sick too."

Chapter 151 Chapter Is there a SHIELD or Avengers?

The rising flames gradually disappeared, leaving only a few wisps of smoke slowly swirling in the air.

Penelope, who was already used to this, straightened her chest and skillfully called Robb back. While continuing with her unfinished work, she browsed the Halo Forum on her phone and said:

"Many people have reported online that they can see ghosts in the Aura monitoring system."

Robb moved his head and found a comfortable position again. He replied without blinking, "So what? Without direct evidence, more people will just think they are lying or playing a prank."

"Ghosts? What era is this?! Is there still anyone who believes in this?"

Robb ended his post with a quote from the spectators and shook his head. He knew all too well what those netizens were thinking.

Penelope put her phone down.

Frictional electrification.

Robb's shaking head forced her to take a few deep breaths.

Fortunately, this is home and she doesn't have to suppress herself too much.