Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Chapter 425

"Did I tell you to leave?"

Madison narrowed her charming eyes under her sunglasses, and she spoke lightly, each word as sharp as a knife to Milton.

She did not forget the purpose of coming here.

According to the address given by Robb, she rushed here as quickly as possible.

However, what she waited for was not a delicate beauty, but a tough guy who had just finished COSing the Terminator and killed everyone here.

Madison would certainly not let the other party leave so easily.

Milton paused when he heard the words, and turned around quickly, pointing the shotgun in his hand at Madison, and replied expressionlessly: "I don't want to cause trouble now. Leave here!"

"Leave? Just with the fire stick in your hand?" Facing the muzzle of the gun that had just killed several people, Madison curled the corner of her mouth and sneered.

When she first took the risk with Robb, guns and bullets posed a great threat to her.

But now, she has grown too much in strength and no longer cares about ordinary guns.

Unless this guy's magazine is full of witch-hunting silver bullets.

Madison ignored Milton's threat, looked around casually, and asked about the business: "Do you know a woman named Stephanie? Did you kill her in the killing spree just now? Uh... that's pretty good."

Milton couldn't tell what Madison's position was for a moment.

At first, when he heard Madison asking about Stephanie, he thought the two were familiar with each other.

But at the end, why did he feel that the woman in front of him wanted Stephanie to die.

"What is your relationship with Stephanie?" Milton frowned.

Madison took off his sunglasses and curled his lips: "From what you said, you know Stephanie very well. Let me think... You should be the guy named Milton, right?"

Robb explained in a hurry and only picked out a few key points.

It was not until then that Madison connected the man in front of him with the person Milton in the story.

Milton was a little surprised: "You know me?"

Madison wiped the dust off his sunglasses and explained casually: "Stephanie said so. She felt that the whole thing was too weak for the two of you, so she called her old lover for help. That heartless guy couldn't come by himself, so he asked me to run errands. Where is Stephanie? Where is the real boss?"

Although Madison's words were a bit confusing, Milton finally understood and believed it.

After all, if it wasn't someone familiar to him, no one would know his name as an old guy who hadn't been out for decades.

If nothing unexpected happened, Stephanie chose to call for help when she broke in alone.

Although he had an instinctive uneasiness about the insertion of outside forces, Milton still put down his gun and replied: "Stephanie was kidnapped by Jonah King's cult members and left together."

Madison frowned: "Didn't this woman tell her to hide aside and wait for reinforcements to arrive?"

Milton was speechless, after all, Stephanie did this for him.

Madison shook her head, put on her sunglasses again, and asked decisively, "Which direction?"

Milton pointed with his hand.

Madison got in the car immediately and said, "Get in!"

Milton looked at the supercar next to him, which was much more powerful. Without hesitation, he said, "Wait for me for ten seconds," and then quickly ran to Stephanie's car, took out the backpack with the six-barrel shotgun, put it on his back, and brought it with him.

When Milton got in the car, Madison noticed the backpack behind him.

She remembered that Robb had told her to bring back the strange shotgun in Milton's hand.

If nothing unexpected happened, the gun should be in the backpack.

Madison glanced at it inconspicuously.

Anyway, the prey had been caught, so she didn't have to worry at all.

"Hold on tight!"

Madison stepped on the accelerator, and with a heavy roar, the red supercar turned into a phantom, chasing Jonah King and others at high speed.

A quarter of an hour later.

Jonah King, who was sitting in the RV, glanced back casually, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"Look, he's still here!"

Jonah King came to the rear of the car and looked at the red sports car that was getting closer and closer, especially the person in the passenger seat.

"Who's still here?" asked the subordinate who hadn't reacted yet.

"Milton." Jonah King smiled faintly.

"Milton?" Stephanie, who became a captive again, wanted to get up and check with a surprised look, but was immediately pressed down by the guard next to her.

At the same time, other cult members couldn't believe it:

"What?"

"He's obviously dead!"

"I saw you hit him in the head with my own eyes. Anyone who comes to that position will die.!"

"......"

Jonah King was not as surprised as the others.

"You don't understand?" He turned around and said to the crowd lightly, "We are now standing at a crossroads. You don't think we can change the world so easily, do you?"

"There are always this and that, normal and abnormal guys who come to block our ideals. Don't worry, everything is under my control."

Jonah King stroked the bone staff in his hand with a cherished look, and calmly gave an order: "The great battle has begun. Go ahead."

The voice fell.

One by one, the cars surrounding the RV turned their steering wheels and turned to rush towards the red sports car, seemingly completely disregarding their lives to forcibly stop it.

Seeing this scene, the old driver Madison was not surprised but happy.

"Hold on! "She shouted excitedly.

Milton, who was about to roll down the window and lean out to fire a fierce storm of bullets, sat back and tightened his seat belt.

Boom~~

As if a giant snorted loudly in her ear, Madison excitedly stepped on the accelerator. As the pointer on the speedometer was about to explode, sonic booms that were about to pierce the eardrums blew up one after another.

The cult members who were about to take action only felt a flash before their eyes.

Accompanied by the car window shattering with a "bang", a red phantom passed by them quickly before they could react.

With the blessing of price and technology, the red supercar was like a flexible dragon, easily breaking through the cheap car encirclement of the cult members one by one.

This caused the gang to be incompetent and furious, and they simply leaned out of the car, holding various long and short guns, and shot at the red supercar.

"I regret taking risks with my car. "

Madison curled her lips when she noticed a few holes on the back cover of her beloved supercar.

Fortunately, her efforts were not in vain.

Soon, they approached the white RV.

Jonah King stood at the rear window and greeted them with a smile.

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