Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow!!!!!!

The rapid and harsh alarm ringtones flashed. When the New York Police Department's police car was one block away, it seemed that the alarm ringtones overlapped and were all left with wow screams.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The police car quickly stopped, and then, the police officers on the outermost side, made perfect their practice, had already skillfully removed the cordon and began to drive out the crowd who ran out to watch the fun at night without sleeping.

soon!

The cordon is pulled well.

"Shet!"

George got out of the car and looked at the Doran church who was hanging like stars in the sky, and couldn't help but swear: "Damn it, I know!"

Damn, the search warrant he issued against the Dolan Church has actually been handed over to the court, but because the judge got off work and had to take a leave of absence, the search warrant failed to come out in time.

result……

Sure enough, someone took the lead!

Becket next to him looked at George repeatedly.

This sentence...

What does it mean?

George looked over the sky, like a science fiction film, gnawed by countless transparent witch souls, and was wailing constantly in the biting, and his voice gradually began to decrease. He took a deep breath and directly towards a police officer holding a megaphone.

The policeman quickly handed the megaphone to George.

"Sher!"

George directly turned on the megaphone, debugged it, and then raised it up toward the dark head of state in the air, Carrie, and said, "Sindra, here..."

Carrie turned her head and looked.

Bang!

George threw away the megaphone with his right hand.

Nothing else.

The megaphone turned into a flowering trumpet.

Carrie looked over there and lowered her head, leaving George down, and his right hand moved slightly, and the magic began to pull the witch curse left by the thirty-sixth generation Dolan in front of him.

That was because the witch cursed the passage connecting hell slowly opened.

Next second.

The endless wailing was conveyed from the open hell passage. The emotions full of anger, resentment, and even unwillingness instantly turned into substance and bombarded out from it.

Carrie stared at George: "You want me to stop?"

George looked at the scrapped megaphone and stopped Detective Beckett who was signaling everyone to speak. He took a deep breath and looked up at Carrie in the sky: "He should let the law punish you! You do this, not justice, just a lynching trial."

Carrie's lips raised: "Supervisor Stacey, your friend Detective Cop, once said this. I answered it at that time. Now, I can answer you too!"

George frowned slightly!

Carrie raised her right hand and then.

Wave it down!

moment!

The passage of hell roared and was directly blasted away by Carrie's endless magic. The next second, scenes similar to mirages appeared in the air.

The scenes in the picture are very fixed.

They are all a cross, and then the fire is raging. The same man is just from different periods of time.

The only difference is the woman whose cross is tied.

From girls, to women, to elderly people!

The women on this cross have almost perfect age, showing a woman's life, and they are all judged by the same man with a raging fire.

for what?

Just because they were identified as "witches"!

"Onischet!"

"Jesus Christ!"

"God!"

"God!"

"Beast!"

The police officers were shocked in an instant, and even those people who were driven outside the cordon could not help but see such a scene. They covered their mouths in shock, and their disbelief faces were accompanied by surprise!

"then……"

Carrie looked at the thirty-sixth generation Dolan, who was drowned by the endless witch souls in an instant, and her sarcastic expression on her face became even more intense, slowly falling in front of George: "Detective Copp also said that lynching trial is not justice. I said, then if the soul that died tragically at his hands came out of hell and took revenge, is it justice for the dead to revenge!"

George remained silent.

Carrie sneered and looked at George: "Detective Copp didn't tell me at the time. Maybe, Superintendent Stacy, you can tell me whether the deceased's self-trial of the murderer was a lynching trial and justice!"

George looked up at Carrie.

In the air, the number of witch souls that were opened due to the curse was still increasing. In a short period of time, almost more than three-digit witch souls had roared angry and joined the camp of revenge.

George looked at the 36th generation Doran, who was flooded by the witch's soul, and his eyes flashed.

Just as Cope couldn't answer Carrie's question.

Same!

George has no way to answer this question. At least, he does not have the qualifications because he is him. Moreover, from a certain perspective, their responsibility is to happen for the deceased. Now that the deceased chooses to speak out on his own, how do you intervene?

There is no way to intervene in this.

Carrie looked at George's face, and the movement of Detective Beckett putting down the weapon in his hand, and she knew clearly what the answer was.

Smiled.

Carrie turned her head to look at the Hudson Valley: "Maybe, I should treat the Hudson River like I do with Lake Leary."

Treat the Hudson River like Lake Leary?

George quickly came back to his senses and looked at Carrie.

but……

Carrie turned her head, lowered her head, smiled on her own, and shook her head: "Forget it, although justice will be late, it will definitely come. This is ridiculous. Late justice has never been justice. Therefore, Superintendent Stacy, if something similar to a target of a witch in the future, I hope those people can understand that among the witches, there are not people who can preside over justice. If you do something wrong, you will definitely have to pay a price. Since you do this, then he should understand the price he needs to bear!"

In the words.

In the air, countless witch souls began to float away and flew to Carrie, using different voices, different languages, but the same meaning to express his gratitude.

Thank you Carrie for everything she did for them!

Delicate, pleasant, hoarse, and low.

The countless words were full of gratitude and a little regret. Then, after the remarks, they turned into starlight and surrounded Carrie, as if a beautiful meteor shower was set off.

Carrie turned around and left!

Take off!

Next second!

The starlight slowly merged into Carrie's body. To be precise, it merged into Carrie's endless magic.

Everyone on the ground stared at Carrie, who seemed to leave like a meteor shower. She was a little dazed in front of her, as if she saw a goddess flying away!

Then...

Accompanied by endless magic, we arrived in the realm of the Kingdom of Light that had merged with Salem and completed the sublimation. Then, there was a different color of joy. After entering the dimension of the Kingdom of Light, it seemed like I had returned home, lined up like stars, and flickered towards the new Salem Kingdom, which had rekindled its vitality because of the endless energy of Locke, and seemed to be even more competitive in the realm of everything!

New Orleans!

Witch Academy!

In the lounge on the third floor.

Zoe, Madison, Misty, Cordelia and Motel watched the Carrie trial being staged on the TV, and the scene of leaving with endless starlight was also stunned.

Just then.

Cordelia was slightly stunned, and her consciousness rose, and she came directly to the Kingdom of Salem where she had already integrated her soul into one.

The moment Cordelia's consciousness fell in the Kingdom of Salem, endless magic surrounded Cordelia's consciousness, and then, as Cordelia's body walking in the dimension.

look up!
To be continued...