Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 160 The weird doctor returns to the future?! (two chapters in one)

"Ah"

"Okay, I'm ready."

"Of course, I did everything you said."

"I understand. Teddy didn't come with us. Well, that's it for now. I'm hanging up now."

After the call ended, Rango was about to step out of the car, but he saw Yumi sitting leisurely on the magic book and gently floating in front of him.

"Hey, what did I tell you?" Rango tapped the cat's nose lightly, his tone a little serious: "Don't fly in public. If you want to go out with me, put down the magic book."

Yumi looked at the magic book at her feet reluctantly, and finally nodded: "Okay, but I'm worried that someone will steal the magic book."

"Don't worry, McQueen's belly is safe." Rango said, picking up the magic book from her feet and placing it steadily in the car.

Without the floating ability of the magic book, Yumi seemed a little cramped, and she timidly nestled at Rango's feet. If you put aside her anthropomorphic facial features and golden eyelashes and beard, she looked no different from an ordinary kitten.

Rango closed the car door, tapped the roof to signal McQueen to be careful, adjusted his tie, and walked towards the nearest ATM.

Since the last time he promised to pay the Minions, their work attitude has become noticeably lazy these past two days, insisting on seeing cash first before they are willing to work. Emma and Wednesday happened to be at home, and as a responsible boss and an elder loved by the children, Rango felt it necessary to show his generosity and strength.

So, on the way to the museum for a meeting, he found an ATM machine and prepared to withdraw some cash to pay Emma and the others some pocket money while paying their salaries.

Unlike in China in the previous life, in the United States, you can see a street cash machine almost every few steps. The main reason is that the labor cost is too high. In addition to high wages, there are also various expensive social security, which the banking system cannot afford. ATM machines can effectively reduce simple operations such as deposits, withdrawals, and transfers, saving a lot of labor costs.

"Master, can I lie on your shoulder? The ground is so dirty." Yumi carefully avoided the stains on the ground and looked at Rango with begging eyes.

"What? NO, of course not." Rango refused immediately. He didn't want passers-by to think he was a weird hippie with a cat on his head.

Looking at Yumi's frustrated face, he squatted down, gently scratched her chin, and gently comforted her: "Don't let the magic book limit your nature. Feet are for walking. Go home and wash them when they are dirty. I have a friend in a wheelchair. You don't know how much he envies us for being able to keep our feet on the ground."

"Oh"

Yumi responded reluctantly but continued to follow Rango closely, carefully avoiding the puddles on the ground.

Arriving at an ATM machine on the corner of the street, Rango looked around cautiously first, and then took out the bank card from his wallet after confirming that it was safe.

For him, who grew up in Queens, this has become a habit ingrained in his bones. He can't remember how many people he has seen having their wallets or money robbed by men on the street at gunpoint just as they took out their wallets or money.

However, it was obvious that he was worrying too much this time. He was now in the Upper East Side in broad daylight, the most prosperous and high-end area in the United States. The police on the roadside were almost all on high-intensity patrol, and no one would dare to seek death like this.

At this moment, a middle-aged lady stood in front of Rango, holding a bag in her hand. She stood stiffly in front of the ATM machine, and her fingers trembled with nervousness as she entered the password. When a thick stack of bills came out of the machine, she turned her head slightly and said apologetically to Rango behind her: "Sorry, I have to withdraw two more."

The cash withdrawal limit of ATMs in the United States is determined by the user's credit. Ordinary people can only withdraw 500 US dollars at a time, and they are all small bills with a face value of 20 US dollars. But the woman in front just withdrew at least a thousand US dollars. She is obviously a wealthy person with a very high credit level. But it is strange that she wants to withdraw so much money. A normal person should choose to go directly to the bank to handle it.

Thinking of this, Rango couldn't help but frown slightly, and he looked carefully at the woman in front of him.

There was obvious nervousness in her voice and her body was trembling slightly, as if she had just experienced a huge shock.

Through the rearview mirror on the ATM machine, Rango vaguely saw the scars on her face and her occasional glances at a Bentley in the distance.

Realizing all this, Rango moved his neck calmly and said in a relaxed tone: "Don't look back, I can help you. You were carjacked by gangsters, right?"

Perhaps because the suit Rango wore today made him look more reliable and upright, the woman did not hide anything from him and answered in a sobbing voice: "Yes, my child is in the back seat. He is only three years old."

"A gangster? With a gun?"

"right"

Rango nodded and comforted her: "Stand here and don't move. It will be fine soon."

After saying that, he walked straight towards the Bentley with confidence. Seeing this, Yumi under his feet meowed excitedly. She liked a master with a sense of justice.

At this moment, the black man sitting in the driver's seat was yelling at the frightened child in the back seat because of nervousness and excitement: "That bitch better hurry up, or I'll kill you all and throw you into the Hudson River!"

At this moment, a deep and powerful roar came from outside the car:

"Oi!!!"

Rango loosened his tie, walked to the front of the car and shouted angrily. When the gangster looked at him in astonishment, he kicked the car bumper hard!
Bang-!
The airbag exploded instantly under the huge impact!
"Fake."

The black gangster's head was suddenly shaken and he covered his face in disbelief.

But Rango did not give up. He punched the car window, broke it, strangled the gangster by the neck and pulled his upper body out of the car.

boom!
Rango kicked the car door, and the gangster trapped in the middle let out a painful wail.

"Robbery?"

boom!
Rango kicked the wailing black man several times violently, knocking him to the ground with blood gushing out of his mouth.

He snatched the gun from the gangster, unloaded the bullet and stuffed it into the gangster's mouth, then punched him in the chin, forcing the gangster to swallow all the bullets into his stomach.

"Ah"

Rango exhaled a breath of foul air, and an indescribable sense of relief surged in his heart. It turned out that beating Nigo was the most satisfying thing.

He then opened the back door, took the frightened child out of the back seat, rubbed the little guy's head and coaxed him, "Hey, little tough guy, do you want to see your mother?"

"Woo."

The three-year-old child, who was originally in a daze with his eyes wide open, suddenly opened his mouth and started crying when he heard his mother, waving his two little hands and hitting Rango in front of him.

"Hahaha, be gentle, little buddy, your uncle is a good man."

Rango smiled and comforted him. At this time, the child's mother also ran over, hugged the child tightly, and thanked Rango excitedly.

"At least give me a business card, sir, so I know where to thank you."

"It's just a small matter, no need to make such a fuss."

Rango smiled and refused, then turned and left with Yumi, "My name is Rango. If you really want to thank me, buy a few more tickets to the Natural History Museum."

Looking at the backs of the man and the cat in front of her, the woman stroked the child's hair with a strange expression.

Natural History Museum?
Soon after, inside the museum.

Outside a meeting room upstairs, Princess Mary and Yumi were staring at each other. From the room next to them, the sound of the curator arguing and scolding with others could be heard from time to time.

"So you and Teddy Toothless are Rango's new friends?" Princess Mary asked the big cat curiously.

"Humph, I don't like those two guys. They both smell like dogs."

Yumi said sullenly, "But it seems that the owner prefers the dog. This morning, he played video games with Teddy, and then lay on Toothless while taking a bath in the swimming pool. He didn't like to play with me."

"Puch."

Princess Mary couldn't help but laugh at Yumi's appearance, as if she saw a little girl vying for favor. She gently stroked Yumi's soft fur, blinked and said, "Of course boys like to play with boys, but you are so cute, I think Rango will definitely like you too."

"Hehe." After hearing the compliment, Yumi stuck out her tongue shyly, and then asked curiously: "Mary, are you Director McPhee's wife?"

"Yes, although we haven't officially obtained the marriage certificate yet, McPhee has already planned to take me abroad for the wedding." Princess Mary crossed her arms, her eyes shining with anticipation.

"Oh, Rango kept praising Director McPhee on the way here, saying that he is gentle and polite, with a cold face but a warm heart, and is a rare good person in the upper class."

Mary was so happy when she heard that that she wanted to say something else, but suddenly the curator's angry shouts were heard from the conference room next to her.

"Fuck it! Emmitt Brown, you're a damn egomaniac!"

"Fuck it! If I'm an egomaniac, then you, McPhee, are a brainless idiot!"

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At this moment in the conference room, the curator was pointing at and cursing at an old man with an afro wearing a white research gown and glasses, and their saliva was even sprayed on each other's faces.

Before this meeting, the curator was confident that he would promote Rango to the position, and the final voting result was indeed so. Because of the previous auction, many local wealthy people in New York were willing to give Rango face. With the help of these forces, Rango's votes have been leading by a large margin, and the position of the next curator is already a sure thing.

But he didn't expect that Dr. Brown, who was arguing with him, would show up. He was a master of physics, with students and disciples all over the European and American academic circles. He was also one of the vice directors of the board of directors, but because he was always in the research room, he rarely attended these meetings. He was also very indifferent to many decisions of the board of directors and rarely expressed opposing opinions. Therefore, the curator didn't take this old scholar seriously, but he didn't expect him to suddenly show up today and strongly oppose Rango's appointment.

Although the voting results have been finalized and Rango's election cannot be changed, this old guy has a very high status in the academic world. If he mobilizes resources to discredit Rango, then Rango's reputation in the academic world will definitely be ruined.

Director McPhee, who treated Rango as his own nephew, naturally could not tolerate this, so he began to negotiate patiently with Dr. Brown. As a result, the negotiation turned into a quarrel.

Rango actually wanted to go up and give some advice. After all, he was not a person from the academic world and he did not need fame. As long as he had his own position, it would be enough.

But unfortunately, at this moment he was being held comfortably in his seat by a force, with one foot resting on his leg and moving.

The female writer named Catherine was sitting next to him. She stretched out not only her feet but also her hands. When she found that the man next to her did not resist at all, her actions became more bold.

It had been a long time since Rango last saw this woman, and at that time he had saved her and a group of rich men with great miraculous power.

From that day on, this woman called him again and again to harass him, not hiding her desire for him at all.

The curator told him privately that this woman was a famous stamp collector in New York. Although she was wealthy, what she loved most was to have sex with all kinds of men. Once a man was taken a fancy to by her, she would entangle him like a piece of taffy and there was almost no way for him to escape.

Looking at this face that was almost identical to the female star in his previous life who loved to speak out and rudely, Rango suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of brutality in his heart, and he wanted to teach this damn woman a lesson!

But Catherine seemed to understand his thoughts. She snuggled up to his shoulder more intimately and whispered in his ear: "Enjoy me to your heart's content, Master."

Sang Ao Fu bitch!
Rango cursed inwardly. He was thinking about getting up and trying to persuade the curator, but the tent had already been set up and he was really in a dilemma.

Damn lustful seeds!
At this moment, Dr. Brown's cell phone rang suddenly, interrupting the tense atmosphere in the room. He wanted to hang up directly, but after seeing the caller, he glared at McPhee on the other side and answered the phone.

A few minutes later, after the call was hung up and McPhee drank a glass of water, he still wanted to fight again, but Dr. Brown pushed him away and looked at Rango, who was almost close to Catherine, with a scrutinizing look.

"Boy, did something unexpected happen on your way here?" the old man asked suddenly.

"Ok?"

Rango was stunned for a moment, then nodded and replied, "Yes, I met a Nie, an African-American man who was robbing a car, and I helped him."

"You helped him rob a car?" Catherine immediately asked excitedly.

"Walter? NO!" Rango rolled his eyes helplessly and corrected: "It was me who stopped the robber and saved the hostage."

Dr. Brown was silent for a moment and then sighed softly: "The one you saved is my daughter. She brought her grandson from Boston to see me today. Thank you, Rango."

After hearing this, everyone present looked at each other, and then looked at Rango subtly.

"Um, you are too polite, Dr. Brown. That criminal looked like a rookie. Even without me, your daughter would be safe after paying me. By the way, your grandson is very cute and very brave."

Seeing this, Rango said a few humble words and secretly felt lucky that good people are indeed rewarded.

After Director McPhee, who had been arguing with Dr. Brown, sorted out the clues, the previous argument disappeared in an instant. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He returned to his seat, cast an approving look at Rango and raised his thumb.

He knew that this kid would never let him down.

At the conference table, Dr. Brown sighed inwardly. Facing the benefactor who had just saved his relatives, it was difficult for him to maintain his previous opposition stance.

So, he cast a grateful look at Rango, nodded slightly and said, "OK, I take back everything I said before and vote in favor instead."

"Yes!"

Director McPhee was even more excited than Rango himself. He stood up suddenly, put his arm around Rango's shoulders, shook him excitedly and said:
"Did you hear that, Rango? You're going to take over my shift!"

Rango was infected by this sudden joy and responded with a smile: "Yes, Director, all this is thanks to you."

He sincerely hugged the man in front of him, his heart filled with gratitude. Since he started working at the museum, this cold-faced but warm-hearted man had been helping him, and even after retirement, he still spared no effort to go around and build relationships in order to get him the position of director.

Director McPhee felt Rango's affectionate embrace and said with a smile, "Taking good care of the museum is the greatest reward for me. Okay, Rango, you're hugging me so hard that I can't breathe."

Rango let go of his hand, and the two smiled at each other and started discussing where to go to celebrate.

However, Dr. Brown suddenly interrupted and said, "Mr. Winchester, if you have time, can I talk to you alone?"

"Oh?" Rango grinned and said, "Of course, Doctor."

After a while, he and Dr. Brown were the only ones left in the conference room.

This academic tycoon, who was dressed strangely and had a big afro, took a glass of water from the water dispenser and handed it to Rango.

Seeing that he took the initiative to show his goodwill, Rango did not put on airs. After taking a sip from the water cup, he asked curiously, "Doctor, feel free to say whatever you want to say. I am a little uncomfortable with your politeness."

"Hahaha"

Dr. Brown smiled and said, "You are much more polite than your father."

Rango was surprised when he heard this: "Do you know him?"

"Of course, I've worked at the [Woodhouse] before, and I'm very familiar with each of the Four Horsemen."

Dr. Brown spoke bluntly, then changed the subject and said apologetically, "Actually, I want to apologize to you. After I learned about your relationship with the Four Horsemen, I couldn't control my emotions and opposed you so strongly. I guess everyone finds it very strange. After all, it's so strange that someone who usually doesn't fight with the world suddenly loses his temper like this."

Rango smiled in agreement, "Do you have a grudge against the Four Horsemen?"

"Yes!" Dr. Brown's eyes flashed with anger, and he nodded heavily, "Especially that damn Cleveland! That black man stole all my scientific research results!"

Then, Doc Brown clutched his water glass and angrily recounted his entanglement with the Four Horsemen.

More than a decade ago, when Dr. Brown was still working at The Log House, he led a time-travel project.

During that time, even though his wife divorced him because she couldn't stand the loneliness, he endured it and devoted himself to this project. Finally, his hard work paid off, and one night, he finally succeeded in researching the project.

A modified car that can go back to the past and the future!
Just sit on it and through specific operations accelerate the vehicle to 88 miles per hour (141 kilometers per hour), triggering time travel.

However, one night, the Four Horsemen broke into the laboratory after drinking. Cleveland started the car at the instigation of Pete and others, and as a result, both the man and the car disappeared into the crack of time and space.

This is not just the disappearance of a car, but the destruction of Dr. Brown's lifelong pursuit.

He went from being a respected professor with a happy family to a lonely white-haired old man. All his efforts and sacrifices were wasted because of the drunken antics of the Four Horsemen that night.

Dr. Brown firmly believed that Cleveland had returned to a certain time and space decades ago, but because there was no experimental data and he was not in the car, the time-travel car that carried all his expectations was left there decades ago and would never come back.

Filled with anger and disappointment, Doc Brown resolutely resigned from his position at the "Wood House" and regarded the Four Horsemen as his lifelong enemies.

Therefore, when he saw the rare last name on Rango, as well as the names of his family members, the long-suppressed emotions suddenly erupted, causing him to lose his usual calmness and composure.

Looking at the old man in front of him who was immersed in sorrow, Rango couldn't help but curse inwardly.

These four horsemen are truly born better than the last!
"Sorry Doc Brown."

Rango put his arm around his shoulder and consoled him, "Now that you've had a successful experience, why don't you try again? With the lessons learned from the past, it should be easier for you to build a time-traveling shuttle."

"I did, but"

Dr. Brown shook his head helplessly, with a hint of bitterness in his eyes: "The most critical thing is still missing, and that is the drive device."

He stared out the window blankly, mumbling, "The entire car must be powered by nuclear power. The most important device is the flow container I invented. It can convert the highly radioactive plutonium into energy, generating 1.21 billion watts of power and achieving time travel!"

"Plutonium is controlled by the military. I was able to apply for some through the resources above when I was in the Wooden House, but now I am just a professor with a little reputation. It is impossible for me to apply for enough plutonium to travel through time and space. Damn it! Those guys don't believe me at all. They just think I am a crazy old man. Obviously, a fist-sized amount of plutonium metal is enough for me to travel through time and space several times."

"Etc., etc."

Rango stopped Professor Brown who was still cursing and asked with a smile on his face, "So, you have everything ready now, except for a piece of plutonium?"

"That's right! What a pity."

"Nothing is a pity, Doctor."

Rango put his arm around the old man's shoulders, with a mysterious smile on his face: "Why don't you go take a look in my car, maybe there's something you want."

"Ok?"

(End of this chapter)