Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 273 Anderson: "What is your plan?"

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Listening to the old man's words, Rango looked at his long-lost grandfather, his eyes also full of confusion and curiosity.

His greasy face and still strong body all showed that he had not suffered any pain in hell.

Shet!

Even fatter than in the photo!
Even though he seemed to be enjoying himself, he actually claimed that killing Satan was his goal? Rango couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

After a moment of silence, a soothing smile appeared on Rango's face: "Grandfather, why don't you continue to stay here and enjoy your life. You look so happy and don't want to leave. It doesn't look like you are here to kill Satan."

"Boy, do you look down on me?"

When Anderson heard this, he immediately raised his iron-hard arm in displeasure, clamped Rango's head tightly under his arm and shook it.

The old man rubbed Rango's head vigorously and said dissatisfiedly: "It seems that I died too early, which caused you to misunderstand my grandfather's strength. If you don't believe it, go to the Vatican and ask who is the most powerful exorcist in the history of the Holy See in the past few thousand years!"

At this time, Teddy, who was gloating and taking photos of Rango's defeat with his mobile phone, heard this and replied curiously, "Isn't it Amos?"

"Watford? How could it be that Pussy?!" Anderson cursed speechlessly, "That guy is just a wimp who can only hide behind me and chant spells! Fuck, what did your teachers teach you?"

"They don't teach this stuff in school!"

Rango muttered something, and then with great effort, he finally broke free from the old man's iron arms.

He rubbed his head which was pinched so hard that it hurt, and replied helplessly: "You can only blame yourself for quitting the Vatican. Now your name has become a taboo in the Vatican. Ordinary believers only know the legendary exorcist priest Amos, but don't know you, my grandfather, at all."

"is it?"

Anderson was originally unhappy, but miraculously he did not lose his temper when he heard this.

He patted Rango's chest hard and said with a smug smile, "At least that bastard Amos will never be able to have children like me, and such a good grandson in his lifetime."

Looking at the old man's satisfied eyes, Rango couldn't help but smile.

Well, although this old guy is both wretched and lustful, arrogant and foul-mouthed, it seems... at least he still has some affection for his family.

Anderson put his arm around Rango's shoulders and they both sat on the sofa next to each other.

It's strange that there are sofas in this ancient Greek marble palace, but since there's even a strip club here, it doesn't seem worth investigating.

The old man rummaged through his bosom, and three cigars appeared in his hands as if by magic. He skillfully handed one to Rango and Teddy, and then lit one for himself. In the smoke, he slowly opened the floodgates of memory: "How is your family recently? Your dad, um, forget it, let's not talk about that guy. How are your uncles? I remember that when I died, they seemed to have a boy?"

Rango held the butt of a cigarette in his mouth and responded attentively, "Yes, but there was more than one. Later, another one was added. Their names are Dean and Sam. They are both very outstanding. Sam is taller than your grandfather and can even play in the NBA."

"Fuck, those are the things that the guys play with."

Anderson shook his head indifferently, then asked curiously, "What about your uncle? Haven't you met him?"

After hearing this, Rango recalled that as far as he could remember, he had only met Dean and his father a few times. The only times they had met were when they were young and did not go to Africa.

He shook his head and explained, "When Sam was born, the yellow-eyed demon suddenly appeared and took his aunt's life. Since then, his uncle has taken Dean and Sam to search for the trace of the yellow-eyed demon everywhere..."

Having said that, Rango deliberately paused and looked at Anderson. Although the old man's face was full of anger, he was not as angry as he was when he found himself in hell.

The old man turned his head to look at Rango and asked, "If I'm not mistaken, you should have avenged your family."

"Of course!" Rango said seriously, "After I had the strength to deal with Yellow Eyes, I immediately found that bastard and brought Dean and Sam with me to kill him!"

As he spoke, he pulled out the Colt revolver and the black Holy Cross brass knuckles from his waist, slammed them on the table, pointed at them and said, "These are the ones to use!"

"Oh~" Anderson looked at the pistol and brass knuckles in front of him, and couldn't help but show surprise, "I didn't expect you could find it."

He gently picked up the brass knuckles and slid his fingertips lightly over the intricate patterns on the revolver, as if he had returned to the distant past: "I remember the first time I went out with a priest to perform an exorcism, the seniors who faced the devil either read the Bible or sprinkled holy water."

"I was full of doubts at the time and asked the leading priest why we had to rely on God's power instead of using fists and bullets to drive out the devil."

"I have forgotten what the old man said, but I still remember his ridicule. He laughed at me for being too naive and said that mortals would never be able to defeat the devil without the help of God."

"But all he said was bullshit!"

Anderson spoke in a firm tone, put on brass knuckles, and clenched the revolver. In an instant, the two weapons burst out with brilliant golden holy light, as if a god had descended!
"Demons can control people's minds, strengthen their bodies, and even possess extraordinary powers. If we can only rely on God, then wouldn't mortals have no hope of survival?"

"So, I began my ascetic training, honing myself day after day, carving powerful exorcism spells into my skin, and even stole the Vatican's holy relics and melted them into this revolver and brass knuckles."

“The moment I put my Bible down and picked them up, guess what?”

The old man grinned, revealing a pale smile, "Not only the demons, but even the angels are beginning to fear me."

".Awesome."

Rango felt the oppressive force around him as if it were real, and couldn't help but clap his hands in amazement. As expected, none of the guys with the last name Winchester, no matter how old they were, were simple.

Anderson smiled and returned the brass knuckles and revolver to Rango: "You should keep these two weapons. I have more suitable weapons now."

Rango thought of the two golden gun swords that Anderson displayed when he was furious in hell. The divine power at that moment directly tore the surrounding succubi into pieces. Its power was breathtaking.

After putting away the brass knuckles and revolver, Rango did not rush to leave. Instead, he asked curiously, "Grandfather, what did you mean when you said you also want to kill Satan? Also, are you familiar with Lucifer?"

"It's because I believed what that bastard said that I was trapped in this Limbo. Otherwise, even if I had quit the Church, my achievements in the human world would have been enough for me to enter heaven."

Anderson was speaking indignantly. Suddenly he raised his head and looked around. He spotted Lucifer hiding behind a stone pillar and immediately burst into deafening curses.

"Fuck you, you actually have the nerve to come see me?!"

Before he finished speaking, Anderson's figure instantly disappeared from Rango's side, and the next moment he appeared next to Lucifer who was about to escape.

Teleport?

Rango raised his eyebrows when he saw this. It seemed that being a ghost was not without its benefits. His grandfather actually mastered this supernatural power. Snap, snap, snap——!
As soon as Anderson saw Lucifer, he mercilessly slapped him on the head several times. The crisp sound of the slaps made Rango clench his fists involuntarily, fearing that Lucifer would retaliate in anger.

Not only him, but even the Death Wolf Dais also dodged to the side, fearing that the old man's blood would splash on him.

Only Quigmar and Old Joe recognized Anderson's identity. After being shocked, they immediately stood behind the old man with a common hatred of the enemy.

But unexpectedly, after being slapped several times by Anderson, Lucifer still maintained his unruly appearance. Not only was he not angry, but he patted the old man's back soothingly, with an awkward but polite smile on his face.

But Anderson's anger did not diminish at all. He grabbed Lucifer by the collar and almost spit on his face: "You bastard, you made me wait in hell for so many years for Satan to return. How dare you come to hell to see me?!"

Lucifer wiped the saliva from his face and smiled awkwardly: "Twenty years is actually nothing. I have been waiting for tens of thousands of years myself."

"So what's going on now?!" Anderson pointed at Rango, his eyes flashing coldly, and threatened: "You even kidnapped my grandson and brought him to hell. What do you want to do? Do you want him to be your cannon fodder?"

"Walter? NO!" Lucifer immediately retorted aggrievedly after hearing this: "It was obviously your grandson who insisted on coming down to deal with Satan. What does it have to do with me? Strictly speaking, I am the one who was kidnapped!"

"That doesn't mean you can bring my Winchester family to hell to take risks at will!" Anderson still refused to give in and scolded Lucifer.

As the two men subsequently bickered with each other, Rango and others who were watching gradually understood the grudge between Anderson and Lucifer.

More than 20 years ago, when Anderson's life was about to come to an end, Lucifer quietly came to his door and found this old man who was already in his twilight years.

The first thing he said was that he would take Anderson to hell, which made Anderson so angry that he almost had a sudden burst of energy. He picked up his weapon again and beat the guy with black wings to death.

The old man has spent his entire life exorcising demons and monsters for the world. Countless demons and ghosts have died at his hands, and even more ordinary people have been rescued by him.

Even after he withdrew from the Church in his middle age, he continued to fight for the safety of the world in the "wooden house". With the contributions he made during his lifetime, he is definitely qualified to enjoy the bliss in heaven.

But Lucifer found him before the angels came and offered to take him to hell. How could the hot-tempered Anderson tolerate this?

But when he heard Lucifer's next words, he fell silent, and agreed without much hesitation, and willingly fell into hell with the other party.

The reason is very simple. Lucifer told him that it won't be long before the devil Satan will return to hell, and then that guy will definitely invade the human world.

You, Anderson, were so awesome back then. Not only did you fight against Satan's evil incarnation, but you also defeated and destroyed it. So when Satan comes back, the first thing he will do is to attack your Winchester family.

So for the sake of future generations, don't even think about going to heaven to enjoy happiness. Just stay safely in hell and wait for Satan to revive, then join forces with Lucifer to kill that guy.

Anderson was a little confused at first. After all, even if he went to heaven, it didn't mean that he couldn't go down to earth to fight Satan.

But Lucifer told him seriously how troublesome it was for the angels in heaven to come to the mortal world, how many procedures they needed to go through, and how difficult it was to choose a suitable host.

By the time he found a host body and descended to the human world, the Winchester family had already been wiped out by Satan.

In contrast, if Anderson chooses to follow Lucifer to hell, as a special undead soul approved by the King of Hell, he will not only enjoy heavenly treatment in hell, but will also have great autonomy and his strength will not be weakened.

These words finally convinced Anderson. For the safety of his descendants, he resolutely gave up the chance to go to heaven and followed Lucifer into the abyss of Limbo.

Life in hell was pretty good, the level he was in not only had wine, meat, and succubi, but also a constant supply of entertainment items from the human world.

During his days in hell, the level where Anderson lived was luxurious, with all kinds of wine, meat, and succubi, and he could even enjoy entertainment items from the human world.

At first, he thought Lucifer was very caring towards him, but as time went on, he gradually realized that Lucifer's original promise was pure bullshit.

The so-called great autonomy only means that he can roam freely in hell, but he can't return to the world at all. What makes him even more angry is that Lucifer once promised that Satan would return to hell soon, but he has waited for more than 20 years and still hasn't seen any trace of Satan.

When he realized that he had been deceived, he wanted to go find Lucifer to settle the score, but the bastard had already stayed in the human world and didn't care about the affairs of hell. He couldn't find anyone to take revenge on.

So when Anderson saw Lucifer again, his anger was understandable.

After listening to the two people's stories, Rango and others had no desire to step forward to stop them. After all, Lucifer's act of kidnapping people from heaven to hell was really too shameless.

Fortunately, Anderson calmed down after venting his anger. He glared at Lucifer and asked in a deep voice, "Regarding Satan, do you have any battle plan? I went to the ninth floor to check it out a few days ago. That bastard was in an unusually comfortable state. It was obvious that he didn't take you, the new king, seriously."

Lucifer heard this and said indifferently, "I have no interest in hell anyway. I've been in this crappy place for tens of thousands of years and I'm tired of it. If he likes it, I'll give it back to him. As for the plan."

He pointed in a direction and replied with a smile: "Your grandson Rango is the one who planned this action. You should ask him this question."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Rango.

Feeling this gaze, Rango took a deep breath and said with a firm look in his eyes: "Find him, catch up with him, and kill him!"

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Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and a hint of embarrassment and helplessness appeared in the atmosphere.

What's the difference between this and having no plan?
"Ugh"

Anderson took off his glasses and sighed tiredly at first, but then a smile of emotion appeared on his face again, "Sure enough, this is what our Winchester child looks like."

He patted Rango's shoulder heavily and continued, "You go first. I have an old friend who also lives in this level of hell, but he went out to collect folk songs recently and hasn't come back yet. When I find him, we will go down together to meet you."

"okay!"

Rango nodded in agreement, then tightly hugged his grandfather, the relative he met again in hell.

Amos's words really came true. His grandfather was actually in hell.
After the conversation, Anderson took big steps and walked towards the depths of Limbo to find his old friend.

But halfway through, he suddenly stopped, turned back and asked curiously, "The boundary between the Lingbo Prison and other layers is a gap that is tens of thousands of meters long. You guys can't all have the ability to fly, right?"

Upon hearing this, everyone shrugged as if they were relaxed, and then turned their eyes to the petite figure on the ground - little Winnie.

The next second, that childish voice sounded again:

"Wolves! Transform! Wolf fighters--!"

"Waterfa?!"

(End of this chapter)