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

Chapter 80 Chapter Cutting the Grass Roots

boom!

There was a sudden loud noise from the roof of the SUV.

The group of people who had just relaxed in the car were suddenly startled.

"Shit! What's going on?"

"Someone threw something from a high place?"

"Do you still have any moral conscience?"

Seeing that part of the roof had suddenly dented, the black man who had previously suggested letting his brothers have some fun first angrily rolled down the window, stuck his head out, and wanted to check what had fallen on the car.

But before he could see clearly, a hand suddenly stretched out from the roof of the car, grabbed his head, and pulled it out suddenly, pulling him and the car door out together.

"Do not!!!"

The black man screamed a few times in fear, and then began to roll wildly on the road like a yo-yo.

beep!beep!

A truck hit the black man head-on, and there was no time to slow down, so it crushed the black man into a pulp.

"Fake!"

The truck driver, who was chewing gum, stepped on the accelerator without thinking and accelerated away without any intention of stopping.

From jumping onto the roof of the car to pulling the black man out, Robb did it all in one go without wasting any time. He took advantage of the open door and got into the car.

Also in the back row, the bald man who noticed something was wrong first took out his pistol.

Seeing Robb go in, he was about to shoot when Stephanie, who had been quiet beside him, suddenly pounced on him.

boom! boom! boom!

Gunfire rang out.

The missed bullet scared the man who was on the phone and was about to help, so much so that he immediately shrank back.

"Well done."

Robb, who was prepared, saw Stephanie offering her help. He praised her and then quickly reached out his five fingers without wasting the opportunity.

There was a "click".

As the bald man screamed, he crushed his wrist that was holding the gun, easily snatched the pistol, and shot him in the head.

"Damn it!"

The man on the phone leaned forward again and quickly raised his gun, ready to shoot Robb.

Robb glanced at him.

He was stunned for a moment.

boom!

Gunfire rang out again.

A thick blood mist splashed on the front windshield.

In the blink of an eye, the driver was left alone. Facing the cold muzzle of the gun, he immediately begged for mercy in fear:

"I surrender! Don't kill me! I'm willing to confess everything!"

"Park the car at the abandoned factory building in front," Robb ordered.

"Okay...Okay." The driver did as he was told.

Taking advantage of this time, Robb untied Stephanie's restraints.

"Thank you!"

Stephanie, who was finally able to speak, was very grateful.

Then, she spat a few times at the bald man next to her in indignation, not caring at all about the tragic scene of the other person being shot in the head.

Inside an abandoned factory.

With the headlights shining, the driver, kneeling in the front, told the car everything he knew.

Simply put, the gang that the driver and his crew belonged to was in the business of kidnapping and trafficking women.

The objects of choice are generally those who are young and beautiful, have few companions around them, and will not attract much attention.

Just like Stephanie and Ellie, they were just passing through New Orleans while traveling. Even if they were caught, no one would notice them for a long time, and even if the police were called, they would not be able to find them. People here are undoubtedly the best targets.

"No wonder that guy named Bob asked us where we came from?" Stephanie suddenly realized.

She kicked the driver hard and asked, "Who did you sell the kidnapped girls to?"

The driver said with a sad face: "Most of them are sold abroad. White women born in the United States are very popular with some people."

"Shet!"

Stephanie, thinking that if Robb hadn't helped her, she would most likely be sold to some remote country as a lifelong slave, started punching and kicking the accomplice driver again.

After a while, she turned around and said to Robb seriously: "Robb, this matter cannot be let go like this."

"Of course." Robb nodded.

They have already formed a grudge.

He still understands the principle that if you don't remove the roots of the grass, the spring breeze will blow it deeper.

In addition, this matter is somewhat related to something that happened before and in which I was involved.

Voodoo, which had been entrenched here for more than two hundred years and had a great influence on the black community and was deeply rooted, was forced to leave the country by witch groups and witch hunters, leaving a gap in the underground power of the black area in New Orleans.

It was at this time that the leader of the driver's group ruthlessly rose to power, using all means to carry out various shady businesses and expand his own power.

Things like trafficking in women are only recent.

When Voodoo Queen Mary was still around, many activities that went too far were banned by her.

"I didn't expect that in the end, after twists and turns, my own side would be implicated."

Robb, feeling somewhat emotional, came to the driver.

As if sensing something, the driver, who had not panicked at all when facing Stephanie's punches and kicks, begged desperately:

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I listened to you and said everything I needed to say. I am willing to be a tainted witness! I am willing to report our boss! I..."

boom!

The driver stopped talking and collapsed to the ground.

"Robb, how did you kill him?" Stephanie asked in surprise.

Robb asked as he dragged the driver's body into the SUV.

Stephanie was very confused: "Shouldn't we hand him over to the police? He is the only witness we have now!"

Robb shook his head. "This method is too slow. Believe me, I have a faster solution."

"what way!"

"Go to their lair and kill them all."

"..."

Stephen Lu looked at Robb for a long time and said with emotion: "Robb, you are not a good person."

Robb, who hated the Nice Guy card, was in a good mood and said, "Thanks for the compliment."

"But the more this happens, the more I like you!" Stephanie changed the subject and laughed.

"Let's go blow their asses off!"

Apparently, Stephanie was never a good girl.

She collected all the pistols of the dead, examined them carefully, and agreed with Robb's idea eagerly.

"You know? If you were a Chinese parent, they would definitely beat you up so hard that you couldn't get out of bed for three days."

Seeing that Stephanie was about to go with him, it was Robb's turn to sigh.

In order to avoid the hero's disagreement, the heroine went there quietly and gave the hero a big "surprise". In the end, Rob did not refuse Stephanie's request to go with him.

But before that, we still have to destroy the body and cover up all traces.

Except for the black man who was crushed into a pulp by the truck, the other three were already lying in the SUV.

Robb's eyes moved, and a raging fire started in the car.

Soon, accompanied by a violent explosion, all traces disappeared.

afterwards.

It's still the same bicycle.

Robb pedaled expertly in the front seat.

Stephanie hugged Robb's waist tightly to prevent herself from being thrown out. She screamed excitedly a few times, then thought of the fire and asked curiously:

"Robb, how did that car catch fire?"

"magic."

"magic?"

"Yes."

"You're lying! Do you think I'm a child?"

"..."

So sometimes, the more true something is, the more likely it is to be considered a lie.

(Thanks to the gifts from book friends such as "Serious Old Madman", "Blank ZM", "Babi", etc., to express my appreciation, I will add another chapter)

Chapter 81 Chapter Perfect Infiltration

New Orleans, Lower Ninth Ward.

The former site of the Voodoo Queen is not too far from the residence of the gangster boss Okuk.

When Robb revisited the place and passed by here, he saw the same ruins, but with more shabby tents on it.

This place has become a new settlement for wanderers.

Robb didn't know how the matter was settled. When he watched the local news afterwards, it only briefly mentioned that the house was old and of poor quality, which led to its collapse. There was nothing else, as if nothing had happened.

This is the case with New Orleans, not to mention the entire United States, which is not even mentioned.

It's not like a celebrity's mansion in Los Angeles collapsed, or a politician in Washington was buried. Who would really care about a bunch of country folk from Louisiana, or a poor area that barely pays taxes?

Robb shook his head, and under the gaze of some wanderers with twinkling eyes, he rode with Mei and passed by them quickly.

In the eyes of these people, Robb was just bored and went out for a "romantic" stroll with his female companion in the middle of the night.

They could never imagine that the two were going on a killing spree.

More than ten minutes later, with the help of the hidden and flexible bicycles, the two successfully arrived outside the boss's residence as described by the driver.

Looking at the house ahead, which was obviously much more magnificent and beautiful than the other buildings, and even had a high wall, Stephanie pulled out her pistol, and said with a mixture of trepidation and excitement:

"What to do next?"

Robb glanced at her and said, "I'm going to buy some oranges. You stay here."

"?" Stephanie asked with a question mark on her face.

Without further explanation, Robb jumped up to the top of the wall and disappeared from Stephanie's sight in an instant.

A few minutes later, Stephanie, who had not heard any movement, was wondering whether she should take any action.

Clang.

The door suddenly opened at this time.

Stephanie was startled and subconsciously hid aside.