Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Late at night.

The crackling of the campfire, the clash of bottles, the swallowing, the laughter, and the chirping of insects and birds around, together, outline the beautiful scene of outdoor camping.

They said they were going to discuss witches' abilities, but as the drinks went down, everyone, including Zoe, broke away from the "good student" state and enjoyed the wonderful vacation time.

The box of beer they brought was visibly decreasing rapidly.

Zoe and Queenie were already drunk.

Madison, the main force, was fine.

This amount of alcohol was at most a little red on her face for her who had always been an alcoholic.

She looked at Robb with fiery eyes.

Although he didn't drink much, Robb remained sober at 1.5 physique.

This was just right.

Madison glanced at Zoe and Queenie, thinking about asking them to work harder.

Queenie suddenly stood up at this time: "I'm going to the bathroom."

After saying that, she staggered outside.

Robb looked at Queenie, then at Zoe, whose head was already leaning on his shoulder, wondering if the night would end here. Suddenly, a soft and extremely pleasant touch pressed against his back, and a tempting voice with the smell of alcohol rang in his ears:

"It's not bad to be here."

Damn!

So much fun?

Robb, who knew who it was, sighed that the old driver was the old driver.

He was about to refuse with righteous words when he was about to hear his ears move.

The next second, Robb's eyes condensed, and he turned his head to look forward, to the dark forest beyond the campfire.

"What's wrong?"

As Madison said this, her two little hands painted with rose nail polish could not wait to split into two groups and occupy the key points. Robb quickly held them down.

He said with a serious expression: "Wait, something seems wrong around here!"

His physique, which is much stronger than that of a normal person, gives him good hearing.

Just at that moment, he seemed to hear another sound of crushing dead branches and leaves in the other direction where Queenie left.

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

But when he listened carefully, he found something wrong.

It's too quiet.

The dense forest was full of rustling sounds before, and it was very lively.

But now, it is strangely quiet.

Animals are very sensitive.

If they can behave like this, it is very likely that an uninvited guest who makes them very afraid has arrived.

Robb squeezed Madison's palm hard.

Madison's eyes quickly regained clarity.

In the previous fight against evil spirits, she and Robb had developed a lot of tacit understanding. She pretended to look around casually and whispered, "Is there something wrong?"

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

Whether there is real danger or not, Zoe must be sober in this situation.

"Sobering tablets, one of the must-haves for Hollywood stars." Madison picked up the bag on the ground, took out a pill from the small medicine box, and directly controlled Zoe's mind without hesitation, letting her swallow the pill.

The medicine she took took effect quickly.

Zoe touched her forehead and got up from Robb's shoulder, and said a little confusedly: "What's wrong with me?"

Robb whispered to explain the current situation.

Zoe's face was shocked, but with her boyfriend next to her and Madison who didn't look panicked, she quickly calmed herself down.

Robb didn't delay any more.

He looked at the direction where there had been no movement since Queenie left with some worry.

In order to avoid more trouble, he suddenly shouted:

"Come out, I've seen you."

Ten seconds... thirty seconds... one minute.

Like the gaping mouth of the abyss, the dark forest waiting for its prey to arrive was silent.

Robb, who seemed to be performing a comedy show, did not stop and said:

"Your footsteps have exposed you just now, come out. My companions and I don't like such pranks."

"Come and have a drink. The two ladies need a man to accompany them."

Pah!

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

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

"Recently, there are always crocodiles attacking people at night. I am responsible for patrolling this area. I hope I didn't disturb you. I heard that there are fine wine and beautiful women here. I wonder which lady can pour a glass of wine for a responsible person like me?"

A familiar voice sounded in Madison's ears.

She looked up and found that it was the horse-faced man who wanted to chat with her during the day.

At this moment, the horse-faced man was wearing a stab-proof suit that was convenient for walking in the jungle.He was carrying a shotgun, and he really looked like someone patrolling here.

If you ignore his greedy eyes that kept scanning Madison, and by the way, he looked at the fresh and pure Zoe with surprise.

‘The quality of this sacrifice is really great. Anyway, the great gods only need reproductive tools. After they complete the reproductive task, I will ask for it...’

The horse-faced man was very happy, and when he was thinking, Robb suddenly asked:

“Are you alone?”

“Of course not only...”

The horse-faced man quickly shut up after reacting.

He held the shotgun tightly and subconsciously looked at Robb.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out.

It was not the shotgun in his hand, but the Glock in Robb's hand.

Plop!

The sound of falling to the ground was heard.

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

How could he? How dare he?

Of course Robb dared.

He is not one of those stupid young men in horror movies.

Who the hell is patrolling in the jungle so late at night?

He is the first one who doesn't believe that the American people have such a craftsman spirit.

Besides, do you really think he doesn't know that crocodiles hunt in the daytime, not at night?

Late at night, lurking nearby, holding a gun, lustful, lying, etc., all combined, have given Robb sufficient reasons to shoot.

The plot of having a gun but hesitating and not daring to finish off the enemy, and being killed by the villain will never happen to him.

As for the possibility of killing the wrong person.

So what if it's a wrong killing?

Just consider it a contribution to the population pressure on the earth.

Robb shot the horse-faced man without any guilt or regret.

Without any pause, he waved his hand and extinguished the campfire, and the camp instantly became dark.

The next second.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Various gunshots rang out continuously, and wood chips kept flying around the original campfire.

"Fuck! We're exposed!"

"Vincent, that idiot, can't even delay for a moment, what a waste!"

"Chase them! They're running away!"

"Don't shoot! The woman must be alive!"

"Chase! Chase! Chase!"

"..."

Instantly, the originally silent forest became extremely lively.

Under the illumination of torches, faces of men, women, young and old emerged from the darkness, and they shouted their slogans in unison with great enthusiasm:

"Blood is blood!"

"Blood is blood!!"

"Blood is blood!!!"