Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Chapter 430

Behind the police car that had been rolled into an iron ball, the accountant patted the dust on his suit and walked out again, looking fine.

He looked at Madison, who was approaching step by step with a strong aura, and his tone was no longer as calm as before:

"Witch?"

"Evil spirit?"

Madison replied with a disdainful curl of his lips.

The accountant said solemnly: "Witch, this is not something you should get involved in. If you don't want to cause trouble for the organization behind you."

"Cause trouble? Tell me the name of the organization behind you and see if I will back down."

Madison said as he stretched out his hand.

A large amount of scattered gravel, iron pieces, and soil in the surrounding area floated up and condensed in the air, pointing directly at the accountant.

"It seems that you have no sincerity." The accountant looked at all this and frowned.

"I can give you a chance to kneel down and beg for mercy." Madison raised his smooth chin high and issued an ultimatum.

The accountant ignored it.

Madison stopped talking nonsense and stretched out his hand. A large amount of gravel and iron sheets shot at the accountant like bullets.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The ear-piercing sonic booms continued to explode.

Facing Madison's attack, the accountant took a deep breath, and then exhaled heavily. A large amount of black smoke gushed out of his nose and mouth, quickly spreading in all directions. At the moment of contact with the stones and other objects shot at him, the strong corrosiveness of the smoke quickly eroded the stones and other objects.

Madison, who failed in his attack, snorted coldly, waved his hand, and a strong wind was born out of thin air, blowing away the diffused black fog in an instant, revealing the accountant inside.

A spark flashed in Madison's eyes.

Instantly!

The accountant was ignited with flames, and soon burned him into a human torch.

Milton and Stephanie, who were watching from the side, thought the battle was over.

Madison was also preparing to reduce the intensity of the flames to avoid burning the other party to death.

The accountant, who was wrapped in flames, suddenly said: "It tastes good, but the temperature is a little low."

As soon as the voice fell, the accountant took a big gulp, and all the flames released by Madison were swallowed into his mouth.

Madison raised his eyebrows and was about to continue.

"Give it back to you."

The accountant suddenly opened his mouth, and the deep red flames of volcanic magma were much more fierce than before, and they sprayed out and swept towards Madison.

Madison snorted coldly and disappeared in an instant.

The accountant's ears moved, and his palms turned over. A long red magma whip condensed out. In a swing, it stretched infinitely and waved towards Madison who suddenly appeared in another direction.

Success.

Looking at Madison entangled by the magma whip, the accountant's face was happy, and he was about to strangle him completely.

Bang.

"Madison" suddenly dissipated like a bubble.

"Fake?"

The accountant's face changed and he was about to turn his head.

An irresistible force "banged" on him.

The accountant felt like he was crushed by a dump truck, and his whole body rolled back and forth on the ground uncontrollably like a bowling ball, raising a long trail of thick smoke.

When the accountant finally stood up again, his original suit was already in tatters.

Before he could catch his breath, a pair of eyes that looked straight into his heart and looked like the abyss were aimed at him.

The accountant felt his whole body stagnate.

Uncontrollably, he watched his right hand move autonomously, pulled out the pistol he carried on his waist, and kept shooting at his head and chest until the magazine was empty.

The accountant, with his skull shattered, brains splattered, and blood flowing, fell to the ground with a dark look in his eyes.

Anyone in this situation would have died.

But the accountant is not a human.

He recovered from his injuries at a very fast speed after falling down.

Seeing that he would be able to stand up again soon, the crisp sound of high heels rang in the accountant's ears.

The next second, the slender high heels stepped heavily on his right hand that was about to move.

The accountant looked up and saw Madison looking down at him from above. With five fingers spread out, the terrible pressure fell on him again, making him unable to move.

In the following time, the accountant could only watch Madison, as a witch, cast a spell on him.

When the obscure spell was completed, rune chains appeared out of thin air inside and outside the accountant's body.

He felt as if everything about him was completely imprisoned and he could no longer move any strength.

"It's done."

Madison clapped his hands, turned around, and hooked his fingers, making the immobile accountant float up and follow behind him.

Seeing Madison return with the spoils, Milton looked at him curiously.The depressed accountant couldn't help but ask, "Why arrest him?"

"Someone is very interested in the so-called hell. He knows more than you." Madison said casually.

"Your behavior will bring endless fear and disaster to yourself and your forces." A cold voice suddenly interrupted.

It was the accountant who said this.

When he heard that someone wanted to find out the information about "hell" through him, his face suddenly changed, and his tone was full of coldness.

For the great goal, before the final plan begins, he and his forces must not let anyone know the truth.

"This is not up to you." Madison glanced back at the accountant.

With Robb's means, no matter how the accountant resisted, it would be useless.

The accountant saw Madison's confidence.

Although he was confident that the means of confinement set in his mind could not be broken by outsiders.

But it is better to be safe than sorry.

So...

The accountant looked at Madison coldly, and finally said: "Be prepared for revenge that will make you extremely desperate."

After the voice fell, the breath of the accountant became weaker and weaker.

In the end, under the gaze of Madison and the other two, his body turned into wisps of gray smoke, and his soul was gone.

"This guy has such a trick?"

Madison, who was too late to stop it and had to let the cooked duck fly away, said unhappily.

She didn't expect that the imprisoned accountant could still commit suicide and directly let himself die.

What a ruthless character!

Madison curled her lips.

She could only say, "Let's go. At least the pursuers behind us have been killed. Let's go to Jingshui Prison at full speed."

Milton and Stephanie had no objection.

The three got back on the red supercar.

With the roar of the engine, it drove away at a high speed.

After a few minutes, a remnant soul emerged from the police car that had been crumpled into a ball, and condensed into a very unreal accountant.