Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 285: District : A little genocide? (Daily)
Long Island, Murder House.

A grand party was being held in the yard. Residents nearby who were on good terms with the Rango family, as well as some creatures of all shapes and sizes that looked like humans but whose races were unknown, all gathered here to celebrate Rango and his friends' triumphant return from hell.

Of course, for ordinary residents, they may not know the true meaning of this party.

But it doesn’t matter.

In America, no matter you are poor, middle class, or even wealthy, you will inevitably be assimilated by this social atmosphere.

We have a party when we are happy, and we have a party when we are sad. We have a party when the weather is good, but even more so when the weather is bad and it is inconvenient to go out, we have to stay home and have a party.

So, although they had no idea why the Rango family was celebrating and were curious about the guests they had never seen before, the residents of the community were attracted by the free wine and food and the spacious swimming pool, and joined in the feast and enjoyed themselves.

At this moment, the house was filled with guys swaying to the rhythm, accompanied by loud rock music.

Rango first struggled to make his way through the crowd, then stepped over the densely packed Minions, and then crossed the crowded wolf pack, and finally took out a bottle of ice-cold Lone Star beer and an unopened box of Cohiba cigars from the refrigerator.

He looked around. This was supposed to be a small celebration party, but Lucifer had invited all of his various friends to come, making the originally spacious living room crowded.

If the Minions and wolf cubs weren't so tough, they would have been crushed long ago.

Rango secretly decided that one day he would buy all the land around the murder house and expand it.

Given the rapid increase in the number of their family members, it is estimated that only large manors or farms will be able to accommodate them in the future.

Rango walked through the crowd and came to the yard to get some fresh air. As soon as he stood still, a group of people came towards him holding wine glasses.

"Look, who is here."

Luke's father Phil patted Rango on the shoulder and congratulated him with a smile: "Rango, you are the director of the Natural History Museum now. Can you give us a discount when we visit next time?"

"Director?" Phil's father-in-law Jay asked in confusion, "Isn't this party to celebrate Emma's graduation from school?"

"I remember it was to celebrate Rango's birthday?" someone interrupted.

"Why is there no cake for the birthday? It must be a celebration of the promotion." Someone else speculated.

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Faced with everyone's discussions, Rango could only smile helplessly.

These innocent neighbors have been flashed countless times by the black-clad man's memory-erasing pen just because they live next to him. Until now, they still think that he is just a security captain who inherited a large fortune and works in a museum.

The only peculiar thing is that there are a lot of messy but extremely cute pets in the house.

However, compared with Quagma, Lucifer and others, Rango is more willing to get along with these ordinary people.

Ever since he gained the power of [Atomic Fist Breath], his strength has grown by leaps and bounds, and he no longer needs to be busy taking on new missions and adventures.

But unfortunately, fate always seemed to play tricks on him, preventing him from enjoying the peace and ordinariness as he wished.

"Godzilla? That guy is just an idiot!"

Teddy was lying on a lounge chair by the pool, complaining to Rango, "I asked Toothless and Malphite to take turns teaching him how to grow and shrink, but he seems to have no idea. He always opens his bloody mouth and scares me with his atomic breath. Damn, he's not behaving himself at all!"

Rango could only shrug helplessly after hearing this. Since they returned from Hell, both Toothless and Malphite have shrunk in size, and Lucifer has also returned to his human form.

But this Godzilla summoned from hell is a unique guy...

He could neither shrink nor understand human language. Apart from Rango's orders, he could not listen to anyone else's words. If he couldn't get along with someone, he would try to use atomic breath.

Because he couldn't find a better way, and was worried that he would cause innocent casualties if he stayed in human society, Rango could only fire a few nuclear explosions into his mouth. After feeding the kid, he sent him to the depths of the Long Island Sound in the Atlantic Ocean, which is closest to New York.

But Teddy didn't give up. He rode Toothless to the sea to find Godzilla every day, hoping to teach him how to shrink his size.

This guy treats these summons as real family members more than Rango. Therefore, he really wants to bring Godzilla home, but now it seems that even the optimistic him has given up hope on the plan of bringing Godzilla back to the community.

But then again, Long Island Sound wasn't too far from them, and if Rango wanted to go see Godzilla, he could get there in a few minutes.

Compared to Toothless and the others, Godzilla can be considered as "free range" at best.

Just as Rango was thinking about sending some "nuclear snacks" to Godzilla in the evening, two spirits suddenly flew out of the swimming pool, wearing clothes and shaking their wet hair, and came to him.

"Grandpa, are you used to living here?" Rango looked at Anderson and Amos with a smile.

After getting rid of Satan, the two old naughty boys insisted on following Rango home to take a look. They stayed there for several days and had no intention of leaving.

"Children"

Anderson picked up a cigar and lit it. In the eyes of ordinary people, they could only see a cigar floating in the air, with smoke coming out of the air from time to time.

The old man first glanced at the women in the room, then looked at Rango with a complicated expression: "Tell me honestly, do you have any problems with your X ability?"

"Wotefa?" Rango shook his head immediately and said speechlessly: "Why do you have such an idea? There is nothing wrong with my body, and I am so strong that I can get a Guinness record in that aspect!"

"But."

Anderson looked at Mavis, who had turned into a bat and was playing with the little monsters in the house. He then looked at Clary, who was bathing Toothless with a mop and a brush in the yard. Finally, his eyes were fixed on Gloria, who was standing on the second-floor balcony and looked as if she had lost hope in the noisy environment.

He couldn't help but ask, "You found three women and lived with them, so why didn't any of them get pregnant?"

Rango was stunned and was thinking about how to answer when the old man secretly pointed at Lucifer in the swimming pool, who had turned into a woman, wearing very little fabric, and was winking at Rango.

He said with a sullen look on his face: "Don't be fooled by Lucifer. He has no gender. Even if he has turned into a woman, no matter how hard you try, he won't get pregnant!"

Wouldn't that be just right?

An idea suddenly flashed through Rango's mind, but then he shook his head and said to Anderson helplessly: "Grandfather, you think too much. Mavis and the others are not pregnant only because I have no plans to be a father at the moment. Don't be too anxious."

"Fuck, how can I not be anxious? You are the eldest of this generation of the Winchester family. If you don't set an example for Dean and others, we don't know when the next generation of our family will come!" Anderson complained dissatisfiedly.

"The next generation?" Rango frowned. "Isn't Emma the next generation of our family? She is my sister's only daughter, and she is also a natural witch."

When Anderson heard this, he immediately retorted: "Your sister is the child of the ancient god Kronos, and her blood is not from our Winchester family. And that Emma, ​​although she calls you uncle, there is no blood relationship between you two. I don't recognize her as a member of the Winchester family."

Rango was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Anderson had already known about the deal between Louise and the ancient god, and was so clear about the origins of his sister Megan.

However, when Anderson mentioned that Emma was not related to him...

The image of the little girl who always wanted to occupy him emerged in Rango's mind. She looked delicate and cute but was dark inside. He couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Anderson saw Rango's expression and thought that he had some idea in mind, so he raised his eyebrows and said with a smirk: "You kid, you won't..." "Huh?"

Rango looked at his grandfather's dishonest look and knew that he must have had some wrong ideas, so he quickly explained seriously: "I don't care whether Megan is the child of the ancient god, but when I was a child, she was the one who took care of me and brought me up. So, even if Emma and I have no blood relationship, I don't care. In my heart, she will always be a member of the Winchester family."

"Hahaha, I understand, I understand~"

Anderson patted Rango's shoulder and laughed. "There are many ways to become a family, right? Come to think of it, I'm really curious about what kind of offspring you and the ancient god's blood can produce."

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Anderson stroked his chin and muttered, as if he was really wondering what kind of child Rango and Emma would have. Amos beside him closed his eyes with a look of disgust and silently recited the Bible.

In the doctrine he accepted, both sexual desire and incest were unacceptable.

Rango shook his head helplessly and ignored the old man who was obsessed with continuing the Winchester bloodline.

With his own abilities, he has no worries about not having descendants in the future, but he is actually worried about the problem of having no descendants. It is really outrageous.

As for Emma, ​​well, that's not something we should be thinking about in the next few years.

Seeing that Anderson and Amos were arguing about whether his union with Emma constituted incest, Rango bit his cigar, picked up his beer, raised his middle finger to Lucifer who was posing in the swimming pool, then turned and left, sitting on the stone steps beside the house, trying to calm down.

But what was depressing was that before he could sit down, he heard Old Joe's yelling and cursing not far away.

This guy was sitting in a wheelchair, fearlessly lying in the middle of the road while making a phone call. Although it was impossible to hear what was being said on the other end of the phone, it was not difficult to tell from Old Joe's flushed face and the endless swear words that it must be bad news.

"Um"

Rango suddenly felt that this was not a good place, so he stood up and prepared to move to another place, but at this moment
"Rango! You're just in time!"

"Fake."

Rango took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, turned his head to look at Old Joe, and pretended to be busy.

"Qiao? Why are you here? Forget it, you go ahead, I have something urgent to do here."

"Hey, I'm looking for you!"

Old Joe turned his wheelchair and slid in front of Rango in an instant, grabbing his arm tightly.

"This is a world-destroying crisis. If we are not careful, the entire human race on Earth will suffer a devastating disaster!"

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Seeing his serious look, Rango couldn't help but sigh. Since he met this group of people, every crisis he faced was enough to destroy the world.

He shook his head, found a relatively clean place to sit down, took a sip of beer, and asked casually, "Tell me, what do you want me to do this time? Don't forget, I still have to attend the Gods' Dinner in a week."

The invitation found in Satan's hat was scheduled for a week later. Although he was not invited, Rango was curious about the gods hiding in the world.

It might be another chance to start a series of draws.
"Don't worry, this mission is very simple." Old Joe sat next to Rango, smiling, "In fact, if it weren't for the need to reduce the impact, we could just send the army over to solve it."

"All right, all right, let's get down to business. To tell you the truth, Joe, my grandfather won't let me stay with you and Quigmar. He says you guys led my father astray."

"What?! This old guy..."

Old Joe was about to curse, but when he thought of the powerful strength Anderson showed in hell, he swallowed the curse word.

He coughed lightly and began to gesture with his hands, telling Rango about the crisis he was talking about.

About a month ago, a strange alien virus broke out somewhere in Africa. The infected people would be transformed into shrimp-like alien creatures within just a few days.

Although this virus is not contagious, existing human technology is helpless.

Therefore, the MIB classified the incident as an alien virus invasion, and quickly mobilized a large number of manpower. It also seconded a group of elites from the Wooden House Organization, led by Old Joe, to Africa to conduct an investigation.

At that time, Rango and his team were dealing with matters in the reverse world, so they were not aware of the actions in the wooden house.

But after Old Joe and MIB investigated thoroughly, they found something very tricky.

This virus actually came from the [9th District] where 1.8 million alien refugees live.
"Etc., etc!"

Upon hearing this, Rango couldn't wait to interrupt Old Joe's narration, pointed at him and asked seriously, "You mentioned just now that there is a place in Africa where millions of alien refugees live? It's called District 9? I've been in Africa for so many years, how come I've never heard of it?"

"Uh... this information has been strictly blocked for decades. Currently, only the five permanent members of the UN Security Council know about it, and it is classified as top secret. Even I only learned about it from confidential documents after I became the general manager of the wooden house." Old Joe scratched his head and continued to explain, "The Ninth District is guarded by the most elite troops of mankind, and it is surrounded by minefields. It is normal that you don't know about it. After all, the aliens in it have never escaped."

"Yeah, I never escaped once, and this time I got out I sent you a virus weapon that can turn people into aliens."

After Rango taunted, he asked doubtfully, "Since we know the source of the virus, why don't we just go in and capture the developer, kidnap his family and children, and force him to hand over the antidote? Otherwise, we can just kill his whole family in front of him."

".You're taking this to an extreme, man."

Old Joe reluctantly put his arm around Rango's shoulder, snatched the cigar from his hand and took a deep puff, then said tiredly, "That's a gathering place with 1.8 million aliens. They have a large number of weapons that can only be activated by alien DNA. Do you know how much humans paid to appease them to stay in District 9?"

"If we resort to violence and arouse their desire to resist, it will lead to a disaster no less severe than a world war."

Rango understood now. He glanced at Old Joe, who was sighing beside him but secretly glancing at him, and couldn't help but hit him hard on his lame leg.

"So, in order to minimize the losses, you thought of me, right?"

Old Joe smiled awkwardly. "In fact, the main reason is that we can't let ordinary people know this news. If we mobilize the army on a large scale, the scene will be too big and it will be difficult to block the news. But if you are here, even if the negotiations break down in the end, you can just move your fingers and launch a nuclear explosion. At most, we can declare it to the outside world as a nuclear test."

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Rango shook his head helplessly. He had originally planned to take Sharon and Alyssa to the alien academy where Emma studied to complete the admission procedures in the next few days, but now he was pestered by Old Joe again.

"Let's do it tomorrow. I have to spend time with my family tonight." After saying this, he patted his butt, got up from the ground and prepared to go back to the house.

After hearing this, Old Joe waved his fist happily as if he had won a battle. Then he suddenly thought of something and asked curiously, "How are you going to talk to them?"

"What else can we talk about?" Rango said without looking back, "Let them hand over all the virus weapons and execute all the alien personnel who developed them. These guys are alien refugees, but they dare to develop something that harms humanity. They just want to occupy the earth!"

"What if they don't agree?"

"Then we can only give them a little genocide."

(End of this chapter)