Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Chapter 441

Milton's unwillingness and anger, the joy of an accountant after taking the gun, and the excitement and joy of another accountant who was about to kill the target.

At this moment, they were all vividly displayed in front of everyone.

"Robb!"

Zoe, Madison, and Sarah, who reacted first, turned around in surprise and saw that the person they had been looking forward to had finally arrived.

Robb smiled and nodded to them, then stretched out his hand and let the accountant take the opportunity to grab the hunting gun that made him feel frightened and flew in his hand.

Before he could take a closer look, he frowned slightly, his figure flashed, and disappeared in an instant.

Boom boom boom...

A series of fierce fighting sounds continued in the darkness.

A few minutes later, everything calmed down.

Robb dragged Max's body back to the witch.

"Is he Robb?"

Unlike the two accountants who were still imprisoned, Milton, who had just returned to normal, looked at Robb, who was walking leisurely, holding a large toy in his hand, rather than a terrifying murderer, and his pupils shrank slightly.

This was the first time he saw Robb in person.

Although he had learned about Robb from Stephanie and Madison in advance.

But it was far less shocking and profound than when he appeared now.

Robb threw Max, who was temporarily unable to move, to the ground, and noticed that Stephanie and Celine, old acquaintances who had not been seen for a long time, were unconscious, and asked:

"What happened to Stephanie and Celine?"

Without waiting for Zoe to answer, Daphne quickly explained the whole thing with an anxious look on her face.

At first, they could use physical means or even mind control to wake up the sleeping people.

But the further they went, the less effective this method became.

Daphne could only ask for help from the powerful Robb.

"Dream...Freddy...Nightmare on Elm Street." Robb touched his chin, "No wonder I've been hearing this since I came here."

With his current strength, if he doesn't want to, Freddy can't pull him into the dream no matter how hard he tries.

But it's another matter if he takes the initiative to enter.

"Wake me up in a minute."

After Robb explained the matter to the women, he closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly under the mental suggestion.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a high-temperature abandoned factory full of steam, flames, and steel.

Not far away, evil laughter and Stephanie's obvious cursing were constantly ringing.

A cat-and-mouse chase, but the mouse kept resisting.

"Really... a low-grade bad taste."

Rob raised his right foot and took a hundred-meter step to the scene of the incident.

Dreams are Freddy's home court.

But it doesn't mean that he has no power to resist.

Self-belief is the decisive factor in the battle in dreams.

Just like many ordinary people rely on strong willpower to get rid of Freddy's pursuit.

Robb firmly believes that his power is still there.

Naturally, he can exert his own power in dreams.

Otherwise, how could Jason in the dream beat Freddy back in Freddy's battle with Jason.

Stephanie, who was carrying the seriously injured Celine and had many scratches and even burns on her body, was gritting her teeth and resisting without asking for mercy. Suddenly, she noticed the person in front of her and said in surprise:

"Robb!"

She had imagined countless times meeting Robb again.

Although she never thought it would be here, it was not bad.

After seeing Robb, who was like a god descending from heaven, as reliable and powerful as in her memory, Stephanie was relieved.

"Still as wild and capable as before!" Robb smiled and teased Stephanie, who was like a female warrior.

Without waiting for Stephanie to respond.

Freddy chuckled and said excitedly: "Oh, oh, oh, another fresh prey. It seems that your relationship is extraordinary. Great! Let's play a new game! How about the name... Truth or Dare for Couples?"

Robb turned around and looked at Freddy, who was wearing a striped sweater, a black hat, and his right hand turned into a steel claw. He looked very classic and commented lightly: "Not so good. Just like your outfit, the name you chose has no taste at all."

It was the first time that his taste was directly questioned. Freddy's right hand steel claw kept dancing, and the corners of his mouth full of burns hooked strangely, threatening: "Kid, it's not a good thing to make me angry. You know, this is my home court."

Robb: "Home court? I don't think so. When I arrived, this was my home court."

Hearing this, as if he had heard a big joke, Freddy laughed out loud: "Hahaha! This isThe funniest joke I've heard in decades. Haha... eh? ? ? "

Freddy was laughing disdainfully.

Suddenly!

He found himself blurry.

The familiar abandoned factory was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Instead, there was a vast plain.

"What...what's going on?"

Freddy's laughter stopped abruptly.

As the master of dreams, he always took the initiative to change the scene and had never encountered a situation where the dream automatically changed.

Freddy stared blankly at everything in front of him.

The vast plain should have been a green.

Now it is completely infected by the rich red, black, and dark green strange blood.

The owners of these strange blood are now lying coldly on the plain.

Evil spirits, murderers, deformed people, resurrected corpses, bigfoots, bat dragons, wizards, and even demons.

All kinds of spiritual bodies that were extremely powerful in their lifetime are now dead, and they are flowing. The blood gushed out and infected the entire grassland, and the corpses covered the entire plain.

Seeing this scene, Freddy, who was always fearless, showed a rare look of panic on his ugly face.

Suddenly, he felt something and looked up with trembling body.

With the supernatural flesh and blood as the carpet, the bones as the stairs, and the residual souls as the accompaniment.

As Freddy saw, a blood-red throne composed of supernatural corpses stood high in the sky.

The newcomer who came before, Robb, was sitting on the throne with a lazy and evil look on his face, with one hand supporting his chin, looking down at Freddy, and announcing indifferently:

"Welcome to... my country. ”

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Florida Express: A man fired wildly with an AK47 in a seafood market, attempting a terrorist attack. According to reports, 42-year-old Larry Wayne went to the market to buy crayfish on Sunday. After being told that they were sold out, the man became extremely irritable and thought that the market was teasing him, so he took out his AK47 and started firing wildly. The police quickly came to arrest him and found a 12-gauge shotgun and two pistols on him.

The man was charged with 27 felonies, but was released the next day on a bail of $32,000. After going out, the man ran to the market to buy crayfish again. But this time he didn't bring a gun, and was beaten up when he got angry.