Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 303: Kitchen God: "Pounce on your mother!"

New York state.

Along an interstate highway, a federal state trooper slowly parked his police car on the side of the road, accurately reported his location via the car radio, pushed open the door, and got off the highway.

At this moment, New York had entered a severe winter late at night, with the temperature plummeting to below freezing. Every breath he took turned into wisps of white mist, which was particularly eye-catching under the dim street lights.

The state policeman rubbed his hands to keep them warm, and at the same time, he looked vigilantly at an abandoned hotel about a hundred meters away from the road.

Twenty minutes ago, someone called the police to report that a group of guests with unknown identities had moved into the abandoned hotel. What was even more incredible was that an elephant-like roar was heard from them.

That was why he received the mission and came to investigate on this cold night.

elephant?

The state trooper frowned in confusion.

Could it be that some poachers have hidden inside?
No, New York State doesn't produce elephants!
Maybe someone from the circus?
With these doubts in mind, he held the flashlight tightly in his left hand and quickly pulled out his police gun with his right hand. The flashlight light shone from under the muzzle, guiding him to carefully cross the rotten guardrail and approach the hotel door step by step.

Along the way, all kinds of garbage were scattered on the ground. The nearby sanitation workers should have treated this place as a garbage dump beside the road. As soon as I stepped into the hotel, a pungent stench hit me in the face.

"Damn it, is there anyone living in a place like this?"

He covered his mouth and nose with the arm of the flashlight and quickened his pace. When he reached the door, he deliberately peeked in through the window beside him, only to see that it was pitch black inside, with nothing but a few shabby furniture and carpets.

Looking at this scene, the state police shook his head helplessly. Apart from homeless people, no one could tolerate such living environment.

As for the elephants
He looked up at the narrow door that was less than two meters high and one meter wide, and couldn't help laughing.

Even his 300-pound wife had trouble getting through this broken door, let alone an elephant.

The state policeman cursed the guy who made the false call in his heart and was about to put away his gun and leave.

Suddenly, when he turned around, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him!
"Waterlaw?!"

He was horrified and pulled out the police gun he had just put away.

"you"

"Please relax, Mr. Policeman."

The person who spoke was a man in a black suit. He had a handsome face, as if carved from marble, and exuded an indescribable affinity.

Seeing that the other person was a white man and dressed appropriately, the state police's tense nerves relaxed a little.

He looked at the other person carefully and asked in a deep voice: "What are you doing here in the middle of the night? And what were you doing just now?"

The man smiled, with one hand elegantly placed across his abdomen, like a professional waiter, and replied softly: "The hotel behind you will host a grand dinner tonight, and I am the staff member responsible for receiving the guests."

"Dinner? Receptionist?"

The state policeman was stunned, then turned around and looked behind him, only to see that the originally dilapidated hotel was now glowing with golden splendor, and elegant symphony music and guests' laughter could be heard from inside.

"how is this possible?"

The state police rubbed his eyes and found that he was not mistaken, so he immediately opened the door and went in to find out what was going on.

However, at this moment, the receptionist who was behind him reappeared like a ghost, blocking the door.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Policeman, the main entrance is for VIPs with invitations. As for you..."

He pulled up a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Then, the state police officer's body froze in place as if frozen, and then, as if pulled by an invisible thread, he mechanically followed the receptionist's steps and walked towards an unknown direction.

But after taking a few steps, the receptionist suddenly stopped.

In front of them, a burgundy supercar broke through the roadside fence like a wild horse and rushed straight towards them!

The receptionist's face darkened, with purple light flashing in his eyes. When he was about to stop the other party, he saw the window of the driver's seat of the sports car quickly lowered, and an invitation was thrown out and hit him directly in the face!
Glancing at the name on the invitation, the anger on the receptionist's face instantly disappeared, replaced by a smile that was countless times warmer than before.

He bowed slightly and paid high respect to the guests in the sports car.

But when the sports car was almost in front of him, it did not slow down at all. Instead, it accelerated and rammed straight into him even more fiercely!
"boom--!"

With a loud bang, the receptionist was hit by the sports car and flew more than ten meters away. He fell heavily against the wall of the hotel and lay on the ground, his life or death unknown.

At this time, Rango, holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, pushed the door open and exchanged glances with Teddy who had just gotten off the car. Their eyes did not stay on the receptionist for a moment, but stared directly at the state police who was controlled by the mind.

"Ordinary people?"

Rango frowned and shouted to the receptionist who was still lying there, "Are you dead? If not, come over and release me from your control."

As soon as he finished speaking, the receptionist's body began to twitch violently, as if he had come back to life. His broken bones and torn muscles quickly recovered. In the blink of an eye, he returned to his gentle and elegant appearance.

He first looked at Rango fearfully, then smiled and said sincerely: "Don't worry, Mr. Winchester, I am preparing to take this officer away."

"Really? But the direction you took him just now didn't seem like he was going to leave the hotel." Rango was unmoved and glanced at the back door not far away, obviously not buying this explanation.

He stroked his chin, raised an eyebrow and said, "Let me guess, the back door should lead directly to the kitchen, right? How could an ordinary policeman become a cook for a dinner party to entertain gods? Wait...you don't want to use him as an ingredient for the dinner party, do you?"

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The receptionist was stunned when he heard this, then smiled and shook his head: "It seems that Mr. Winchester has some misunderstandings about tonight's banquet."

After saying this, he looked at the state police who was still in a daze, a purple light flashed in his eyes, and he spoke as if chanting a spell: "Forget everything you saw here, drive back now, and be careful on the road."

As the words fell, the state police officer seemed to be relieved, and immediately turned around and trotted out of the hotel area, returning to the police car parked on the side of the road. With the double flash lights on, he slowly drove away from the scene.

"I think you can rest assured now?" The receptionist Mercury gave Rango a polite smile and introduced himself, "I am Jupiter's most loyal messenger, Mercury, the messenger of the gods. I am here to greet all the distinguished guests from afar."

"Mercuryah?"

Rango looked at him casually several times, thinking to himself.

This guy should be similar to Hermes in Greek mythology, and his job is to deliver messages and receive messages from the gods.

Fuck, this is outrageous. It turns out that in addition to Zeus and Odin, there are also gods from Jupiter's side in Europe.

He had always thought that Jupiter and Zeus were the same person.

Rango nodded, then asked with a half-smile, "There is one thing I'm curious about. If you were not illiterate, you should have seen that the invitation was for Satan, but you saw me holding his invitation, and you didn't stop me?"

Hearing this question, the corners of Mercury's mouth twitched involuntarily.

He wanted to stop it, but he had to be able to stop it.
Now, in the dark world and in the circle of gods who remain on Earth, the news that the Winchester family has joined forces with Lucifer to kill Satan has already spread widely.

Lucifer, in particular, seemed to be afraid that others would not believe him, and he found a video recording from somewhere of Rango killing Satan with one shot, and played it on a loop 24 hours a day in his place called "Bar of Light".

As a result, those gods who have not left the earth are now a little nervous, fearing that the Wen family will come to their door one day and shoot them in the head if they disagree with them.

"No matter whose name is on the invitation, as long as you hold the invitation, you will be the distinguished guest of tonight's dinner." Mercury responded sincerely, "Besides, we have long been eager to invite the Winchester family to participate in today's dinner. After all, with the outstanding achievements of your three generations of the Winchester family, you are absolutely qualified to sit at the table tonight."

Rango was immediately upset after hearing this. He laughed sarcastically at Teddy beside him and said, "Look, did you hear that? We killed Satan and saved the Earth countless times, but we only got the qualification to have dinner with those guys in there."

After saying that, he waved to Mercury and strode directly into the hotel.

Teddy shrugged his shoulders at the sight, pulled out a wad of crumpled bills from his pocket, took out two and threw them to Mercury, pretending to be cold and said, "Take care of the car, or I'll break your legs!"

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Mercury looked at the two figures, one big and one small, and tightly grasped the banknotes in his hand. When he was about to notify the relevant personnel in the hotel, a playful voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Hey, man?" When Mercury turned around, McQueen grinned, blinked his big eyes on the car window, and asked with a sly smile: "Isn't this the place to entertain the gods? Then can you tell me where the vehicles that the gods ride are parked?"

"Transportation?" Mercury looked confused.

"Nonsense, they couldn't have walked here, right? Wait, if they were riding brooms, then forget it."

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Pushing open the solemn door of the hotel, a winding red corridor unfolds before your eyes like a red carpet to welcome distinguished guests.

Rango and Teddy walked side by side, neither fast nor slow, and their conversation echoed in the corridor.

"Is what Yumi said true? Rango, did you really do that to her?"

"Nonsense, of course it's fake. She just likes to see me turn into a cat, and then she scratches and bites me, making me covered in cat hair. I may be lustful, but I'm not a pervert."

"Damn, no wonder that bitch always snickers at our stunned expressions after she finishes talking. She's probably just teasing us."

"Fuck you, we've been together for so long, you should have trusted me more. Now my reputation has been ruined by this little guy."

"Well, no wonder you didn't bring her out this time."

The two chatted as they walked through the long corridor and into the hotel.

This place is completely different from its plain and small appearance. The space here is vaster than you can imagine, as big as a football field.

The floor was covered with soft carpets, the walls were covered with portraits of gods, countless chandeliers hung in the sky, and winged, elf-like babies were playing around the lights.

"Mr. Winchester, this way please."

At this time, a man in a suit appeared beside them. It was Mercury who was at the door before. He extended his hand politely and led Rango and Teddy forward.

"There is still an hour before the dinner starts. As the distinguished invitation holder, you can go to the lounge and take a rest first." Mercury said with a smile.

Rango, who was originally planning to find a few gods he disliked in the hall and teach them a lesson, immediately changed his mind after hearing this.

After a long time, it was found that those guys in the hall didn't have invitations, while the gods with status and position were all in the lounge.

After turning a few corners, Mercury pushed open a heavy wooden door.

The next second, all kinds of chaotic voices were heard, including Cantonese?

But when everyone saw Rango, all the noise stopped.

Mercury introduced with a smile: "Everyone, this is the eldest son of this generation of the Winchester family, Rango Winchester. I think his name must be familiar to everyone."

Hearing these words, everyone's eyes turned to Rango, with mixed emotions, fear, curiosity, and disdain.
and many more!

Disdain? !
Rango followed his gaze and saw a fat black man with a bloated body and a butt almost as wide as the sofa sitting there, eating a banana leisurely, his eyes full of contempt for him.

"Hey?!"

Rango came here to cause trouble, so he naturally wouldn't just swallow his anger and pretend he didn't see anything.

He pointed directly at the fat black guy, frowned, and asked, "Are we familiar with each other? Nigo, what was that look in your eyes just now?"

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, the fat black guy suddenly stood up from the sofa. His four or five meter tall body and bloated figure gave people a strong sense of oppression.

He glared at Rango and said in a deep voice: "Watch your words, little devil! The one standing before you is the almighty Ganesha, the elephant-headed god!"

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Rango was stunned, then he exchanged a look with Teddy, and they both burst into laughter.

"Ganesha? Fuck, so the Ganesha, the symbol of wisdom in Indian mythology, is a severely obese Negro?"

"Hahaha, don't be like that, Rango. If it's India, then it's not surprising. Can you still expect those guys who poop and pee in the street to produce a decent god?"

"Ha ha."

Hearing the laughter of the two, the other gods around them looked at Ganesha whose face was getting darker and darker, and they couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths, trying hard to hold back their smiles.

Fortunately, Ganesha was not fighting alone. Just as he was about to refute, someone beside him spoke up for him.

"Puniyamu! Young man! Watch your words! If you dare to look down on us Eastern gods, be careful or you will be struck by lightning when you go out!" A round-faced fat man cursed at Rango in fluent Cantonese.

Rango looked at him in surprise and asked curiously, "Sir, who are you?"

"I am the Kitchen God! Haven't you heard of him? Flop!" The bald fat man shouted proudly with his nose in the air.

"Lord Kitchen God?"

Rango was speechless for a moment as he looked at the Oriental man in front of him with squinty eyes, drooping eyebrows, and a rat tail tied behind his head.

Then, he raised his finger and pointed at the guy, angrily saying, "You'd better think of a new identity for yourself! How can a softie like you who caters to Western aesthetics be the Kitchen God!"

After hearing this, the Kitchen God snorted disdainfully and said, "This is the shape that Lord Jupiter prepared specifically for me. How can a lowly mortal like you appreciate it?"

"Zhao! You're a fucking bastard."

Rango couldn't bear it anymore and rushed over to beat him up.

Hearing the dialect from his hometown originally made him feel a little familiar, but this guy's appearance was so terrible that it made him furious.

The gods who were watching the show around came forward to stop Rango, but the Kitchen God continued to add fuel to the fire and cursed at Rango.

"Fuck your mother! There are so many gods here today, try to touch me?"

"Fuck, do you think you're the only one who can speak Cantonese? I'll fuck your mother!"

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(End of this chapter)