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

A pair of slender hands with burgundy nail polish lifted Robb's clothes with ease and slipped inside like a little snake.

Who says women are not good at attracting men?

Especially when the target is a man with a perfect body like Robb.

Of course, Penelope, who had been influenced by Robb for a long time and had learned from his strengths, kept moving her hands, but continued to ask seriously with a pure and charming face:

"The supernatural invasion phenomenon caused by the halo involves such a wide range of people and is very harmful. Is there an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Avengers that can come out and take care of it?"

Robb, who had a long and deep breath like an old Buddha, continued to shake his head and said, "It's said to be very harmful, but in fact it's just that. The ghosts attracted by the installation of the halo only target the owner of the house. There are also many friendly ghosts. I saw a dead man who came all the way here just to continue the game of chess that he had not finished before his death with his chess friend."

"As for those ghosts who come here with the purpose of revenge, we can only say that every wrong has its perpetrator. Let them die, and it can be regarded as cleaning up the dirt for the society and making room for them at the same time."

"But too many people is indeed a problem. As for S.H.I.E.L.D., the Avengers, and the like, who knows? Let those idiots in the White House figure it out. As for us, we should just grab...hiss...our own benefits first."

Robb paused, almost failing.

It was Penelope who launched a sneak attack without any moral principles. With a "click" sound of the belt loosening, she hit him directly in the vitals.

The rustling sound suddenly rang out continuously.

Penelope looked at Robb with her charming green eyes, and said meaningfully with her coquettish nasal voice:

"Our benefit? Robb, Boss, I work for you and I can balance my work and life. So..."

At the end, she deliberately stopped what she was doing.

Rob waved his hand without hesitation: "Raise your salary! You must raise your salary! In addition, I bought you a batch of the latest limited edition Balenciaga clothes through the channel of a senior who is always at the forefront of fashion trends. How about it? Do you understand what I mean?"

"Balenciaga? I'm afraid it's more about stockings!"

Having said that, Penelope continued to work with satisfaction.

When Robb put his hand on her head.

She raised her charming eyes, glanced at him seductively, then squatted down obediently.

Finally, only the big wavy blonde hair, shining brightly under the light, was left, rolling like waves.

……

In the eyes of witches, the ghost knocking phenomenon caused by the halo is the most serious paranormal incident in decades.

In Robb's opinion, this was the best time for him to reap a great harvest.

Now or never.

After earnestly praising his female secretary for her responsible work and considerate life last night, Robb continued to work in high spirits the next day, enjoying the double happiness brought by the double harvest of US dollars and shelters.

This went on for two days.

On the third day, Robb discovered something was wrong.

Sitting back in the office chair, Robb glanced at the crocodile head and Leatherface's bloody chainsaw hanging on the wall. He played with the demon statue in his hand and asked Penelope, who was standing beside him in a dignified black suit and skirt, with her legs wrapped in Balenciaga black stockings, "What's the use of the crocodile head and Leatherface's bloody chainsaw hanging on the wall?"

"The office is very quiet today."

"Indeed it is."

Penelope, whose long wavy blonde hair was so eye-catching last night and was now tied up behind her head, said seriously, "Not only is the employer who should have taken the lion's share of the limelight gone today, but many clients who were expected to come today also cancelled their visits due to time conflicts the past two days."

Robb thought thoughtfully: "It seems that our bonus period is about to end."

He took out his mobile phone, opened the Halo APP, and an official announcement quickly popped up.

After reading it, Robb frowned, looked up and ordered, "Turn on the TV."

There has always been a TV installed in the firm's office, and Rob originally planned to watch it to kill time when he had nothing to do.

As a result, with Zoe Madison in front and various tasks behind, I haven't done much.

Penelope walked quickly to the TV and turned it on.

Coincidentally, the TV program was broadcasting local news from New Orleans.

A beautiful female reporter was seen standing in front of a warehouse, with her back to a group of staff members moving things back and forth, and she said to the camera: "It is reported that due to technical problems such as video storage failure and unknown image insertion in the Halo monitor, Halo Company urgently issued a notice to stop production of the Halo 1 monitor and a product recall order early this morning. Halo Company will compensate the majority of buyers for the corresponding compensation..."

Robb didn't read any further.

He heaved a sigh of relief, now fully aware of everything, and said, "I didn't expect the authorities to act so quickly."

Product recycling has never been a matter of a brand company issuing a notice and immediately recalling all products sold.

It was so quick that Robb couldn't get any new business today. It was obviously someone at a higher level who took action.

Under the huge state machinery, there are naturally enough personnel and enough information channels to recover all the halos in a short period of time.

As long as you take off the halo, you will no longer be troubled by ghosts.

This is the official solution that was very straightforward.

There is no doubt that the conspicuous halo in front of his house must have been violently demolished by now.

All I can say is that the other party's response this time was quite satisfactory. It was not as inefficient, bloated, or even lagging as shown in Hollywood movies.

I just don’t know if the real driving force behind this action is someone in the government, or simply some mysterious organization with enormous power.

Chapter 152 Chapter With three approaches in place, how can we fail?

In the huge unknown factory, the roar of heavy machinery continued.

Under the work of one crusher after another, the piles of Halo monitors gathered here from all over North America quickly disappeared and turned into scattered parts.

"Gibson, you've gone too far this time!"

A man in a suit who was standing outside and watching all this scolded the person next to him with an unpleasant look on his face.

"But it works, doesn't it?" The man named Gibson laughed nonchalantly. "The souls in hell have indeed been drawn out, the supernatural is growing wildly, its power is weakening, and everything is moving in the right direction. It's such a good path, I really don't understand why you resist it? Rupert, I thought you had the same idea as us."

"No! I'm not as extreme as you." Rupert shook his head repeatedly. "If we continue like this, it will only cause greater social unrest and instability. Gibson, I don't want our own homeland to be destroyed by fear and despair before we solve the final problem."

“Starting over again is also a good option.”

"What? Are you crazy?"

"Haha! I'm just kidding." Gibson smiled and waved his hands, "In fact, you overestimate the impact of the halo. Not every family will buy a halo monitor, and not everyone will be harmed by ghosts. If you count carefully, the number of deaths in a year is not as many as those who die from the flu. There's no need to make such a fuss."

"Everything must be under control." Rupert said coldly a creed he had adhered to for decades.

He looked at Gibson with a serious expression and said, "This is not a supernatural event. The cumulative number is hundreds of thousands or even millions. No one knows whether the return of so many ghosts to the human world will lead to a qualitative change. As the mastermind behind the halo, Gibson, can you and the people behind you guarantee this?"

Gibson was silent for a few seconds and shrugged. "The supernatural can never be described as controllable. But compared to the ultimate goal, this attempt is nothing. Behind any greatness, there are always countless sacrifices, right?"

Rupert looked at Gibson deeply and said, "Indeed, this is why the committee did not kill you. But Gibson, it is easy to let others sacrifice themselves. But when the critical moment comes, do your people have the courage to sacrifice themselves?"

"Don't worry, when the time comes, we will definitely have more determination and courage than you bunch of conservative tinkerers." Gibson replied with a smile.

Rupert snorted coldly: "When the time comes, I hope you can still say such words."

"Regarding everything about Halo, the committee requires you to hand over all the data and information within three days. Don't forget!" After leaving these words, Rupert ignored Gibson and turned away.

Looking at Rupert's departing back, Gibson curled the corners of his mouth coldly and said nothing more.

After a few breaths, a voice came from the headset hidden in Gibson's ear: "Do you really want to hand over everything in the Halo?"

"When a person is bitten by a mosquito while sleeping, he will subconsciously scratch the itchy area with his hands. Hand it over. The role of the halo will only become smaller and smaller in the future." Gibson replied calmly.

"Anyway, our real goal has been achieved."

……

Robb Paranormal Agency, New Orleans.

As expected, after losing a large group of halo employers, the firm's business took a sharp turn for the worse and became much quieter.

This made Penelope, who was used to being busy, a little uncomfortable for a moment.

Robb quickly adjusted his mindset. After all, this was the norm in the firm.

In order to help Penelope adapt to the new changes, he, who cared very much about his subordinate, pulled her into the office, closed the door, and gave her some lessons on self-cultivation for female secretaries.

It is visibly that Penelope is no longer so confused, and under Robb's guidance, she has a deeper understanding of the profession of secretary.

Just like now, after smoothing out her boss's frown caused by career issues, Penelope skillfully pulled down her folded hip skirt, and returned to the front desk with a serious attitude to make use of her remaining energy.

In the office, Robb, who felt comfortable now, was not idle either. He summoned the Book of Shelter to check his achievements over the past period of time.

Before returning to New Orleans, Leatherface and five evil spirits who brought money joined the team, and the number of the Book of Confinement became [022].

After returning, Robb gained a lot from the Halo, a supernatural event that happens once in a hundred years. He directly numbered the Book of Containment to [046].

Excluding the Jack in the Box that was inserted in the middle, this means that Robb handled 25 supernatural incidents in just a week or so, which directly exceeded the total of his hard work in the previous few months.

Harvest!

An absolute bumper harvest!

The task target was suddenly extended to next year, which made Robb feel much more relaxed.

The only regret is that after taking in the ghosts attracted by the halo, the income is only ten or twenty points.

But when I think about the process of mowing the lawn, I can easily solve these supernatural things by just moving my eyes without even taking a breath. This kind of income is quite reasonable.

After all, little by little, it adds up to a lot.

Robb looked at the [Shelter Point] column.

Excluding the 5.0 points left after his physical strength was increased to 120, he gained a total of 270 points in the following period.

Adding them together, it is 390 points.

Now that his abilities basically met his needs, Robb did not hold back and invested all 360 points into [Spirituality].

He could not forget the embarrassing experience when he had to use the voodoo doll to get out of the way just after a while of facing Zoe.

[Number: 000]

【Name: Robb】

[Type: Human]

【Physique: 5.0】

【Spirituality: 5.9】

[Abilities: control of fire; mind control; apparition shift; mind control; voodoo doll; regeneration; health; extraordinary physique; clairvoyance; spirit well]

【Containment Point: 30】

【introduce:……】

Robb looked at the newly added [Spirituality: 5.9], [Superb Physique], and [Spiritual Well].

With this three-pronged approach, we will definitely last longer than last time.

Robb's eyes were full of fire.

It's time to mount your horse and fight again!

Without hesitation, he picked up the car keys and set off immediately.

"Penny, you continue to watch the store, I have to go out for something important!"

Penelope: "Important? I didn't get any business today!"

"Another important matter!"

The car engine roared.

Robb stepped on the accelerator and headed straight for the witch academy.

(The inspiration for Halo comes from a unit story in the second season of American Horror Story about surveillance encounters with ghosts. The heroine is a black girl in a witch coven.)

Chapter 153 What a waste

Quicksilver Motel, Texas.

An earlier fire had burned away all the sin and evil here.

It was not until a week later that a police car rushed over to carry out simple finishing work.