Hunter was furious, angry and anxious at the same time, and the 20 gunmen he had sent to the church died in such an unknown way, silently, without anyone noticing, that they could not even shoot a warning.

There were no scars on each of the gunmen's bodies, indicating that the people who killed them were extraordinary, could it be that a rival gang had done it?

He thinks it's unlikely, even though other gangs have been provoking MS-13 lately, and several of their strongholds have been attacked, and although they are not short of manpower, many of the goods in their strongholds have been stolen.

He was stumbling for this, and his men were constantly clamoring for revenge. But now it's time for the church to trade new goods, which has kept him struggling lately.

Hunter was desperate to see the Holy Maiden of the Church immediately, he wanted to know who had killed the gunman, and he wanted to find this person and torture and kill them in the most brutal way.

He knew that the bewitching woman was definitely not an ordinary person, and she must have the ability to find out who did it. Because he had fainted when he saw the other party before, he learned the woman's methods.

The result is that he can only look at all the women for a short time, which makes him want to trample the woman under his feet, but he is afraid of the strange power of the other party.

Hunter drove to the farm's church under the protection of a dozen gunmen, and he rushed to the door to see the woman sitting quietly in the hall, her expression so holy. If he didn't know the true face of the other party, he would be blinded by the scene in front of him.

Hunt waved his men to stand guard around the church, and he walked over to the bench where the woman was sitting and looked at each other. The woman glanced up slightly at Hunter, then remained silent.

Hunter suppressed his anger and asked in a loud voice, "Camilla, I want to know how my man died, who did it?"

Camilla slowly got up, and instead of answering Hunter's question, she walked to the wall in the corner of the hall, raised her hand and waved it gently. Twenty neatly arranged corpses, both male and female, appeared on the floor, each with the same firearm they had used in their lifetime.

Hunter looked at the corpses that suddenly appeared in front of him, his heart was terrified, he didn't know why these corpses appeared out of thin air, could it be this woman's means? He subconsciously took a half step back, his expression was extremely ugly.

Camilla looked at him and chuckled and asked, "Are you scared?" They've been here all the time, and I've been watching it all night. There seemed to be a demagogic power in the soft and euphemistic voice.

Hunter unconsciously made a swallowing motion and pretended to be calm and asked, "What do you see?"

She looked at the corpses and was silent, until Hunter was about to hold back his anger before he said calmly: "Quiet, look at them, how quiet they are, even the moment of death is not too much pain." ”

Camilla shook her head lightly and continued: "Unfortunately, I can't see the method used, there are no scars on the outside, how did your previous subordinates die?"

Hunter waved his hand and said angrily: "I don't know, I sent gunmen to deal with a Chinese tourist a few days ago, and only one of the 14 people survived, and the rest of them became a fool." I had the Chinese watched, and he and the detective were still in the hotel. ”

"Chinese?" Camilla frowned slightly, and after thinking for a while, she said: "You were deceived, the two people in the hotel are fake, this Chinese and I are the same kind, this is what he did." ”

Hunter roared angrily: "Grass, I knew that this Chinese had a problem, and I should have killed them a long time ago." ”

Camilla glanced at him, looked at the other party's ugly appearance, and knew that this fool had caused her troublesome opponent, and the person who broke into the church last night was probably the Chinese.

She felt that it was time to end the cooperation with the other party, shook her head and said with a smile: "He is very strong, you shouldn't provoke him, you should stay away from him." ”

Hunter only felt his eyes split when he heard Camilla's words, and in his anger he completely forgot his fear of her, and roared loudly: "Grass, aren't you fucking powerful, can't you play with Lao Tzu, you are a fucking saint, you are a fucking bitch." ”

Camilla didn't seem to hear the other party's roar, her eyes were looking forward to it, her pupils gradually changed from brown to amber, her fingers gently slid from her chin to the fullness of her chest, sliding lightly on a pair of plumpness, and her voice was seductive: "I'm a bitch, so do you think I'm beautiful?"

Hunter looked at the other party's amber eyes, as if in a dream, and his expression slowly changed from anger to sluggishness: "Beautiful ......"

"Want me?"

"Want to ......"

"As long as you are obedient, I am yours. ”

"Obedient ......"

Camilla looked at the sluggish Hunter with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, like a poppy blooming: "You have to take revenge on them personally." ”

"Retaliation ......"

"Sending away the women and children on the farm. ”

"Send ...... away"

"Forget what I look like. ”

"Forget ......"

"Tell me my bank account number and password. ”

"Yes......"

Camillamo wrote down the account number and password given by the other party, looked at the other party's ugly expression and smiled: "Honey, it's time for you to go out." ”

Watching Hunter walk out of the church door in a trance, she sneered and heard the other party angrily scolding her men, and soon several cars drove away from the church with a puff of dust kicked up by the roar of the engine.

Camilla turned her head to look at the corpse on the ground, her white fingers flicking, and she frowned in contemplation as the corpse disappeared again.

She knew that she had only cast an illusion, and that the corpse was still in place, only covered by the illusion.

Compared to the person who killed these gunmen, her strength is obviously inferior to the other party, not that she can't kill these ordinary gunmen, but she can do it so quietly without arousing anyone's vigilance.

If it was herself, even with magic or medicine, she couldn't do it silently, this Chinese made her feel very troubled, and she couldn't deal with it head-on.

Camilla knew very well that what she was best at was illusion, confusion, curses, and head-on combat were not her specialty, and despite her mastery of fighting and potions, she would probably not be of any use to those with great power.

She now suspected that the young man from the mysterious ancient country of the East might have a family heritage, and she had heard of the existence of such people since she became a black witch, but had never seen them, and she was afraid that she would meet a formidable opponent this time.

This is also the fact that she had just tricked the idiot named Hunter into muddying the water outside so that she could get out.

Camilla has always felt that these gangsters only know about killing, drug trafficking, and blackmail, and have no pursuits, and she feels that sending them to meet Satan by the way is not a psychological burden at all.

However, the Chinese is a more troublesome character, but as long as she does not provoke her, she will not take the initiative to provoke the other party.

As for this "desire for heaven" and the priest Weiman who she manipulated as just a guise to get the raw materials for making potions, she lamented that money and the Internet are really good things, and so many stupid girls who love vanity will take the bait voluntarily just by waving a banknote.

And the so-called auction was just an excuse to disguise her true purpose, and Camilla even thought that she could call the police, and maybe help her distract from them.

Even if the police were lucky enough to save the girls who would be auctioned, she didn't care. Anyway, they have obtained the essence of their bodies, and those golden ornaments are not so easy to remove.

Camilla sighed at the magic of the newfound ring, kneading the fullness of her chest with her fingers, and couldn't help but feel that it was too difficult to maintain her permanent beauty.

Although those potions could buy her a huge fortune, they could not keep her young and beautiful forever, and she desperately hoped to find a way to do it once and for all.

After the essence obtained this time is used up, I don't know when I will have another chance next time, after all, there are fewer and fewer girls who meet the requirements now.

She looked at the sky outside, got up and opened the secret passage of the church's confessional room, preparing for her nuns to transport the refined potions out in batches, and at the same time erase all traces of their presence here.