The exorcism began in America.-Chapter 309 Arrival in Orlando

Although Daster sometimes didn’t seem like a normal person, he was still her relative.

Camille couldn’t just stand by and watch him disappear for no reason.

"Call the police! Call them now!"

Just as Pietro made his resolute decision, Monte was lost in thought, holding the somewhat warm Exorcism Cross around his neck.

No way! Could I really be this unlucky? How could I encounter a Bizarre incident just because I took a trip to get over a heartbreak?

"THUD. THUD. THUD..."

Just as Camille picked up her phone to dial the emergency number, a dull series of footsteps suddenly echoed from the corridor behind her.

"Hey, Daster... where did you go?"

Upon seeing the approaching figure, Camille quickly hung up the still-connecting call and asked with concern.

"Went out to grab some food!"

A strange smile appeared on Daster’s face, and his voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke.

Camille, who wanted to say more, was overwhelmed by the foul breath Daster exhaled as he spoke, making her retch.

"Ugh! Damn it! Daster, what on earth did you eat?"

"Delicious, of course!" The smile on Daster’s face deepened slightly.

At that moment, the old man in the room suddenly shouted angrily at them.

"Please leave immediately! You are no longer welcome here!"

The abrupt change in attitude from the previously friendly old man made Camille subconsciously assume it was because of the mess in the room.

After managing to suppress her urge to vomit, she looked at the old man apologetically.

"Hey, sir, we are very sorry about the mess in the room, but please don’t be like this. We will compensate you for the damage!"

"No need. I just want all of you to leave right now!"

Unexpectedly, the man refused compensation. Camille had no choice but to glance helplessly at Daster, who still wore a smile in the corridor.

"Sir..."

"Leave quickly!" the old man insisted forcefully.

"Okay, okay! We’re leaving right now!" Pietro quickly came out of the room and stood between them.

They were in the wrong, after all, and now that everyone was present, there was no need to waste more words.

To avoid potential conflict, Pietro and Camille immediately started pulling Daster toward the exit.

The old man’s expression visibly relaxed once he saw Daster leave the inn.

However, the sight of another figure still standing nearby made him frown again. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Why haven’t you left yet?"

Looking at Monte, who was still clutching the cross and hadn’t moved, the old man seemed to have a thought. His eyes shifted, and he asked tentatively, "What you’re holding... is it an Exorcism Cross?"

"Yes... Yes, it is!"

Monte felt the temperature of the cross in his palm gradually decrease, making him even more certain of his judgment.

The Daster who had just appeared was definitely not the real Daster.

"If you want your two friends to survive, I have a suggestion for you!" the old man said earnestly, patting Monte on the shoulder.

"What is it?"

"Go to Orlando immediately; there’s a branch of the Exorcism Agency there!"

"Orlando? The Exorcism Agency?" Monte’s eyes lit up when he heard the familiar name.

Orlando was their next destination.

"Thank you!"

After quickly expressing his thanks, he turned and ran outside.

"Monte, what took you so long?"

Pietro, who had already started the car, casually asked when he saw Monte’s figure appear at the inn’s entrance.

"Nothing, just went to the bathroom!"

After a perfunctory reply, Monte walked towards his car, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the silhouette in the other vehicle.

But the Bizarre smile on the face of the figure in the driver’s seat sent an unconscious shiver down his spine.

"Xie Te!"

After hastily getting into his car, Monte started the vehicle and began looking up the location of the Orlando branch of the Exorcism Agency on his phone.

After memorizing the route on his phone, Monte didn’t say goodbye. He just floored the accelerator and sped off.

"What’s with that guy? Why the sudden rush!" Pietro, in the other car, was startled by the sudden roar of an engine.

Seeing it was Monte’s car, he raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.

"Let’s hurry! Or we’ll lose sight of his taillights!"

"How is that possible? It’s time I showed you my driving skills!"

Pietro scoffed at his girlfriend’s doubt and slammed on the gas. The sheer force of the acceleration made Camille scream.

"Pietro!"

Accompanied by Camille’s indignant cry, their car shot off like an arrow after Monte.

And "Daster," trailing behind, finally started his car leisurely and followed.

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Orlando is located in central Florida.

With a population of over two hundred thousand, it was a famous leisure and tourist city.

Before the Bizarre Resurgence, its streets were crowded with travelers from all over the world.

But now, only desolation remained.

The sparsely populated streets were littered with all kinds of household trash.

Clearly, this city, once considered clean and tidy in America, had likely encountered some serious problems.

"Oh, Xie Te! How did this place end up like this? Could it be the end of the world?"

As Pietro drove slowly through the city streets, the scenes along the way filled him with astonishment.

"Pietro, I think my dad was right!" Camille’s voice held a hint of regret.

"My dear, don’t dwell on it. We’re already here, so let’s enjoy the trip!" Pietro comforted her, patting her shoulder with one hand.

"Alright... Wait! Did Monte take a wrong turn?"

Seeing the car in front suddenly turn, Camille immediately sensed something was wrong and looked down to check the map.

"Not exactly wrong... he might have just taken a detour."

"Hurry and follow him! It’s his first time here; he might get lost!"

"Okay, okay!" Pietro agreed. Upon reaching the intersection, he also turned the steering wheel and sped after Monte’s car.

"Hey, bro! You’re going the wrong way! Our destination is in the other direction."

Through his open window, Monte glanced at Pietro in the parallel lane.

Then he shifted his gaze to his rearview mirror.

That familiar car was indeed steadily following Pietro.

They really are targeting us too!

Monte gritted his teeth, feeling the warmth on his neck, and gradually pressed harder on the gas pedal.

With a roar from the engine, his car suddenly picked up speed.

"What? What is he doing?"

Seeing Monte’s car speeding away, Pietro looked at his girlfriend in confusion.