Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 133 Set off to the cabin in the woods!
Brooklyn.

Formerly the Continental Hotel, now inside Hotel Transylvania.

The hotel manager Winston was standing in front of a group of skeleton waiters, solemnly conveying the various rules of this hotel that specializes in serving monsters.

"Please remember that 4 a.m. is the time for hotel residents to rest. Any disturbance will lead to unpredictable consequences."

"Knocking on the door is a taboo. You must first ask the person who is in charge with the doorbell and get their permission before you open the door. Otherwise, you will be responsible for your own consequences."

"As for the cleaning of the guest rooms, it is even more necessary to be meticulous and consult the residents in advance to avoid angering them and causing unnecessary trouble."

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The form with staff notes in Winston's hand was written by Dracula, the new owner of the hotel, and handed to him personally.

While reading the rules to this group of unique monster employees one by one, Winston was constantly reinforcing these regulations in his mind.

What he manages now is no longer a killer hotel, but a monster hotel that welcomes and sends off all dark creatures. As a human being, he must remember all the taboos of these monsters in his heart.

Like these skeleton waiters, they are dead to begin with. Even if they annoy the residents inside in some way, the most they will do is have their heads removed and kicked around like balls. Anyway, they can put them back together afterwards.

But if his head is taken off, it can never be put back again!

Fortunately, Hotel Transylvania follows an important principle of mainland hotels:
Any traveler who harms staff in the hotel will face severe punishment of permanent expulsion, and may even arouse the anger of the owner Dracula, who will personally punish the traveler.

But even though the rules are like this, he only has one life after all, and he doesn't know whether the brain circuits of these monsters are as normal as those of humans, so Winston dare not use his own life for experiments.

"gentlemen."

At this moment, the only human in the Hotel Transylvania besides him, the black receptionist Charon, walked over.

This elegant and well-mannered black man had been following him since he was a child and was his most loyal friend. Therefore, after he stayed behind, he also suggested to Dracula that Charon be left behind as well to deal with human travelers who accidentally broke in.

At this time, the black boy was speaking nervously, "Since yesterday, the High Table has called us countless times, asking us to report the situation here. After getting no response, they even put our names on the bounty list and claimed that they have sent a judge. Do you think we should tell the boss about this?"

"Judge?"

Winston couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Ever since the High Table was occupied by those dark creatures, the Judges who were originally top killers have all been replaced by humanoid monsters with terrifying strength.

But he quickly regained his composure, and after a moment's silence, he said, "Don't worry too much about the bounty. As long as we don't go out, those killers won't even be able to get past the Piranha Plant at the door. As for the Judge, you wait here. I'll talk to the boss. You and I are now employees of the Hotel Transylvania, and we're the only two human employees. Although the boss has a bit of a weird temper, he will definitely not watch us being bullied by outsiders."

After handing the precautions form to Charon, Winston took a deep breath and stepped into the elevator leading upstairs.

There, Dracula is meeting up with some old friends.

Soon, in the corridor upstairs.

Winston walked steadily past the guest rooms where human heads were hung. Compared to the first time he saw these things, he was now much calmer.

After all, these human-shaped doorbells only look scary, but each one is actually very gentle and polite.

And based on the time they spent together, in Winston's eyes, this feeling also applies to Dracula and his friends.

Whether it is the bloated but humorous mummy, the werewolf that looks mighty but is delicate inside, or even those strange creatures with different shapes and difficult names, although they have a frightening appearance, most of them are gentle in temperament, and some are even shy and introverted.

Getting along with these monsters made Winston feel unprecedentedly relaxed and comfortable.

Compared with the humans outside, their emotions are direct and pure, and their joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are clear at a glance. This is undoubtedly a rare comfort for him who has been working in mainland hotels for many years.

He could easily discern the needs of these monsters and provide just the right service, and they would always politely repay him with gold coins, especially the werewolf Wayne, who, although he had a bad temper, was extremely loyal.

After Winston helped him arrange a bath scrubbing service, he even patted his shoulder with satisfaction, called him a brother, and claimed that he could help him solve any problem.

Perhaps even Winston himself couldn't imagine it, but after just one day of spending time with the monsters, he had already begun to like the feeling of interacting with them.

These guys are straightforward and honest. Compared with the intrigues and schemes he had encountered before, Hotel Transylvania seems like a utopia.

"Ah"

At this moment, Winston stood in front of the reception room, smiling unconsciously, thinking to himself:

Who are the real "monsters"? Are they the humans who appear to be glamorous but are greedy and cunning in their hearts, or are they these creatures who look scary but have pure hearts?

Just as he was immersed in his own thoughts, the door of the living room slowly opened, interrupting his thoughts.

"Winston?"

Dracula sat on the sofa, looking at him with a bit of amusement in his eyes, and said teasingly: "What, have you decided to leave your human body and become a skeleton or a ghost?"

"No, no, no!" Winston immediately shook his head and refused.

His new boss had told him many times that if he needed it, he could help him free himself from his human body and extract his soul to stay in this world forever.

By then, I will even have all kinds of incredible super powers.

But Winston was happy being a human now, so he rejected the temptation without hesitation.

Of course, when I am about to die, being a ghost manager seems like a good idea.
Dracula then asked curiously: "Then why are you standing at the door? Can't you see that I am reminiscing with my old friend's daughter?"

Hearing this, Winston's gaze naturally turned to the Adams couple opposite him. The two were responding to him with warm smiles and very kind expressions.

Winston smiled politely in return, then slowly approached Dracula and, in a low voice, told him that the High Table had sent the Inquisitor to execute him and Charon, and that they were going to clean up the hotel.

Dracula nodded nonchalantly after hearing this, then he turned to the Adams couple and asked casually: "Have you heard of the high table he just mentioned?"

Mr. and Mrs. Adams looked at each other and shook their heads.

They stayed in their castle almost the entire day, and if it weren't for the divination ability of the vampire witch, Mrs. Adams, who predicted that Dracula and his companions had come to human society, they would not even come out.

"It doesn't look like a very powerful organization."

Dracula touched his chin and was about to say something when he frowned slightly, as if he had sensed something. "Oh? The judge you mentioned seems to have arrived."

Winston's heart tightened instantly, but then he heard Dracula in front of him shaking his head and saying, "Well, he's dead, poor guy."

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At the same time, at the other end of the hotel lobby, Charon was wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes full of disbelief.

His eyes were firmly attracted by the tall figure at the gate - Frankenstein, the monster of science, standing quietly like an unshakable guardian.

Just now, a arrogant shout was heard outside the door. A burly man wearing metal boxing gloves, whose head strangely turned into the shape of a brown bear, roared and demanded that Winston and Charon come out to see him.

The carnivorous plants on both sides of the gate seemed to have received some kind of call. They grew suddenly and opened their bloody mouths to pounce on him.

After a fierce battle, although there were dangers everywhere, the bear judge, despite being covered in injuries, finally broke through the defenses of the carnivorous plant and entered the hall.

However, his previous noise apparently disturbed Frankenstein, who had been quietly reading a newspaper in the hall.

This giant-like being suddenly stood up, his figure as majestic as a mountain, and walked straight towards the bear-man judge who had just broken in.

Without waiting for any verbal provocation from the other party, Frankenstein lightly raised his fist and hit the bear judge's head from top to bottom with absolute precision.

then
Charon looked at the Judge, whose head had retracted into his chest at the gate and was being eaten by the Piranha Plant. His whole body was dead beyond deadness. His throat rolled involuntarily and he swallowed hard.

The monster judge of the High Table was killed with just one punch?

"Hey, Charon!"

"what!"

Hearing the voice next to his ear, Charon immediately jumped up in fright.

When he found out that the person who was speaking was a little bat with pink ears, he felt relieved immediately. He had not yet recovered from Frankenstein's brutal methods.

"What's wrong, young lady? Do you want some worm pudding? I'll go tell the kitchen now," Charon asked with concern.

Although they had only spent a short time together, the cute and innocent young boss left a very good impression on him.

“No, I wanted to ask you.”

Mavis looked around carefully, and after making sure that no one was paying attention, she quietly leaned close to Charon's ear and whispered in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

Outside the murder house that is being rebuilt, there is a bustling scene.

The Minions, wearing uniform safety helmets and work vests, shuttled through the ruins like industrious bees, gradually rebuilding this once old villa into an ideal home.

"How about building another pool in the back house? A really big pool."

"What a good idea. I've always felt that the backyard is too big. We don't need to grow vegetables or raise chickens, so a big swimming pool would be perfect."

"There's also a basement. Rango, didn't you notice that the bases of those secret agents in the movies all have huge basements filled with weapons and secret interrogation rooms?"

"We are not agents! But...well, it is indeed necessary to expand the basement. Who knows, they might catch some dark creatures and lock them up. That's it, expand it!"

"The interrogation room must also be prepared, of course, and the supporting tools, such as whips, wooden horses, dog chains, collars, and gags."

"Fuck, is this an interrogation room or a love room?!"

In the busy yard full of laughter and conversation, Rango and Teddy are carefully planning the reconstruction of the murder house.

In fact, they had long been dissatisfied with the original old appearance of the Murder House. Now, thanks to this "accident", they can completely transform it and turn it into a residence that they are all satisfied with.

What made Rango even more relieved was that the clever operation of MIB made the outside world believe that it was just an unfortunate car accident, and the insurance company and the community center responded quickly and provided generous compensation. He could imagine that there must be a reason for MIB's help, otherwise, given the morality of the insurance companies in the United States, it would be impossible to get the insurance money in the shortest time without hiring a powerful lawyer.

In fact, the total amount of the two compensations exceeded the hundreds of thousands of dollars he spent on buying the house.

But considering the exquisite and expensive decorations in the murder house, Rango was ready to spend a lot of money to rebuild the new home.

But when it came time to actually start construction, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he might not have to spend a penny at all.

Because he has a group of Minions who are considered the world's strongest engineers, they can perfectly offset the most expensive labor costs on the American side.

As for building materials, they are fully covered by insurance compensation.

What made him even happier was that the museum director, board members, and the wealthy people who were rescued by Rango that night, all donated generously after learning of his experience.

The amount of donations far exceeded the insurance compensation. Of course, a lot of artworks were donated, especially Hannibal, who inexplicably sent a set of palace tableware.
Among these donors, there are those who are purely grateful and appreciative, such as the curator and Philip, and there are also many more who want to make friends with Rango because of his superpower status.

Rango felt at ease taking the money. After all, if he hadn't been there that night, all of these guys would have been eaten to pieces by the tooth fairy monsters.

Thinking of these gains, Rango nodded with satisfaction.

"Dammn! My husband and I just went on vacation for a few days, why is your house like this?"

John Smith's voice suddenly sounded from behind. He and his wife Jane looked at the ruined murder house in front of them in shock.

Rango did not answer. He first looked at Jane Smith a few more times. When Teddy told him that Gloria had an arsenal at home, he was skeptical. When he wanted to investigate further, Gloria hurriedly left on the pretext of bar affairs, her eyes flickering.

His intuition told him that it was most likely this Jane who led Gloria astray.

But since the couple were both there, Rango didn't say much. He just smiled bitterly and nodded, "Didn't you pay attention to the social media news? It said that a large truck got lost, broke into the community, accidentally crashed into my house, and then... it exploded."

"Fuck you, this is just a lie for a kid! Do you think we live in a slum? And we have a truck."

John was full of disbelief and questioned, "If there really was a truck coming in, how come all the businesses outside the community didn't know about it? And this street is like an earthquake, the ground is all cracked. As for the truck explosion... Shit, do you know how wide the impact of a truck that can crash through the wall of a villa is? My house is right across from yours, and except for the street in front of the door, my house is intact, not even a window is broken!"

After hearing his words, Rango tilted his head indifferently. After all, MIB's excuse was just to fool the passers-by and residents who had seen it all before. If you look closely, almost all of them are loopholes.

He shrugged and pointed at John who looked confused. "Anyway, this is what I know. After all, I wasn't at home at the time. No matter how much you ask, I still don't know. By the way."

He changed the subject and smiled, "Fei'er's family is mobilizing residents in the community to donate money and supplies to me. As my only neighbor, shouldn't you donate a little more?"

"Yeah, of course, so I brought six brothers to visit you."

John raised his right hand, and on it was a dozen beers, exactly six cans.

He handed a can to Rango, opened one for himself, shook his head and smiled, "I thought you would be very depressed, so I brought beer to comfort you. Now it seems that you are much stronger than I thought."

Rango smiled and said, "This is life, man. Since it has already happened inevitably, what can I complain about?"

He raised his beer and clinked it with the guy's. "Here's to this damn life!"

"Fuck, I really envy your carefree attitude towards life."

John patted Rango's arm and gulped down his beer.

On the other side, Jane was gently holding a Minion, rubbing it lightly with her head, her maternal radiance overflowing.

She interrupted at the right time: "By the way, where is Gloria? Is she okay?"

Rango shook his head: "No, you should be able to see her at the bar."

Hearing this, Jane looked at Rango and always felt that there was something wrong with the way this guy looked at her. She nodded slightly, said hello, and turned back to her home.

Soon, a car drove out of the garage, and the woman was obviously going to find Gloria.

After seeing this, Rango couldn't help but ask John, who was still curiously observing the Minions, "John, what does your wife do?"

"Computer engineer, what?"

"It's okay. Have you visited her company?"

"Of course." John recalled for a while and said with a sly smile, "Her company is really good. The office is almost full of hot girls. I'll take you to have a look next time I have a chance. With your qualifications, I think you can bring a few out with just a flick of your finger."

Rango looked at him helplessly and asked, "You never thought that she might not be a computer engineer. Think about it, which company's programmers are all women, and all of them are hot girls?"

John smiled after hearing this, but did not answer him. Instead, he asked, "So what if he is not an engineer? Everyone has their own secrets, and couples are no exception, right?"

Upon hearing this, Rango couldn't help but look at this guy deeply. It seemed that this guy had already discovered that there was something wrong with the person next to him.

But it is true. As an agent, it would be strange if you didn't notice any abnormalities in the people you work with day and night after several years.

"By the way, buddy." John suddenly pointed at the Minions who were busy sawing wood and hammering nails, and raised his eyebrows and asked, "These little things are quite cute. Can you lend me a few to take home and play with? You know, Jane and I have never had children. When she saw the video of the Minions sent by Gloria when we were traveling in Hawaii two days ago, she was immediately overwhelmed with maternal love and was almost envious."

After hearing this, Rango shrugged and said, "With our relationship, of course there's no problem, but do you think you're bad enough?"

"Bad? I'm a good person through and through."

"Then you're out of luck."

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The next morning, the reconstruction of the murder house was in full swing, but because of the reconstruction, Rango's family all lived outside.

Originally, he planned to rent a long-term suite in a nearby hotel, but the Smith family was very enthusiastic and let them live in their home until the new house was built.

"You know, John, even if it's built, it will take several months for the formaldehyde to dissipate, so we may stay at your house until Christmas, eating your food and using your things."

"Really, Teddy? Then I will definitely prepare a perfect Christmas gift for you. How about a teddy bear toy with a Fiji cup stuffed underneath and lipstick on it? Don't worry, I will wash it and pack it in a gift box after I'm done."

"Before you say that, I suggest you check your garage first. Don't blame me for not reminding you that McQueen has been with your luxury cars all night."

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At the dinner table, Teddy and John, who were already very familiar with each other, were greeting each other using all kinds of extremely vulgar words.

Rango watched with a smile on his face, enjoying this rare tranquility, and then turned his gaze towards the kitchen.

There, Gloria was talking to Jane about something. They were chatting and laughing and the atmosphere seemed to be very good.

Last night, Rango had asked Gloria about the guns and ammunition in the oven, and she admitted that she just wanted to increase her strength to help herself, but she did not reveal Jane's affairs.

Either Jane had told her not to leak the information, or Gloria herself didn't know Jane's identity as an agent.

Although Rango was surprised by all this, he did not stop it. Instead, he was pleased with Gloria's self-protection awareness.

After all, as a woman of the Winchester family, you will definitely encounter many dangers in your daily life. This time, she happened to meet Nuada, who doesn't kill women, but next time, she might meet some bastard who only kills women.

So Rango was happy to see her practicing shooting and fighting.

At the same time, he also realized that Megan and McQueen's strength needed to be improved.

However, he had already discussed a modification and upgrade plan with the Minions last night, which would be implemented immediately after his return, and he looked forward to their transformation.

When everything is over, maybe the strength of these two guys will skyrocket.

As for where to wait for him to come back from, the answer is self-evident.

The doorbell rang at the right time.

After Megan went over to open the door, Clare, Ninja Turtles, Andrew Vomit Man and other companions appeared one after another, their faces filled with anticipation and excitement.

Rango didn't waste any words. He looked at his watch and confirmed with a smile: "Have you all made your decision?"

"Of course!"

"We are your absolute supporters, Boss!"

"Well, it should be okay to just go for a visit, right?"

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Rango clapped his hands, led everyone out, and announced proudly: "What are you waiting for, guys! Get in the car, let's go and see the other side of the world!"

Following his command, everyone cheered excitedly and quickly jumped into their seats, waiting for Rango.

Rango had already made proper arrangements and greeted Gloria. In order to prevent any more enemies from coming, he left Toothless to watch the house this time.

He walked out of the yard side by side with Teddy, and he whistled softly. McQueen came out of the garage like an arrow, drifted to a stop, opened the door, and stopped in front of them impatiently.

Inside the house, John watched their backs getting farther and farther away, and couldn't help but walked out with the cigarette butt in his mouth.

He still doesn't know what Rango does, but now it seems like a very remarkable career.

John shook his head with emotion, turned around and prepared to go to the garage to drive his newly bought Aston Martin out for some fresh air.

Then, as expected, the next second, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly rang out in the garage:

“Fuck—!”

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