Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 165 The sacrifice begins! An unexpected candidate!
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[Wooden House] The headquarters was bustling with activity. The sewer leading to the secret base was almost filled with people, and there was no sign of shortage of staff at all.

Not only that, every member staying in the headquarters at this time was immersed in laughter and joy, and many people even raised their glasses to drink together. They were drunk in broad daylight and laughed loudly with their arms around each other.

When the base door opened, this was the scene Rango saw.

"Are you having a party?"

"Yeah, every time we sacrifice to the ancient gods, our organization is the happiest."

Quigmar shook his head smugly, then noticed the complicated looks from Rango and his group. He spread his hands and said with a smile, "Come on! We work 362 days a year, and we can indulge ourselves happily for three days. What's the problem?"

"Of course. You are about to sacrifice five people to the ancient god. How can you laugh at this critical moment?"

Teddy was speechless. Even a heartless teddy bear like him knew the importance of the next few days. The destruction of the world depended on the [wooden house]. But these guys were drinking and having fun and having a party.

This is not what a paranormal defense organization does.

"Hey, don't be so serious, buddy." Quigmar comforted him, "We have been doing sacrifices for so many years and there has never been any problem. Don't worry."

He then turned his gaze to Rango. This kid hadn't said a word since he was picked up by Rango. It was obvious that he had something on his mind.

"What's wrong, Rango? You don't think we are immoral, do you?"

Rango was slightly stunned, then shook his head, with a faint smile on his face: "Don't think of me as so noble, I don't have that much sense of justice."

Hearing this, Quigma sighed softly, put his arm around Rango's shoulder, and chatted as they walked.

"I understand your thoughts. When I first joined the [Wooden House], I had the same thoughts as you. Why should we sacrifice innocent lives to please those high and mighty gods? Why can't we take the initiative and use the power of technology to end all this?"

"Oh?" Rango was really surprised. "Do you really have this idea?"

"Of course." Quigmar said seriously, "I asked my superior at the time, can't we change the list of the five sacrifices to women? I think compared to watching men fighting to death, the ancient gods may prefer to watch five beauties fighting, Giggly."

After hearing this, Rango's mouth twitched. He knew that he should not overestimate the moral standards of these guys.

"Let's get back to the point. Anyway, my superiors told me just one thing: as long as five guys who are worthless to society die every year, we can save the world we live in. Why not do it, don't you think so, Rango?" Quigma squeezed his arm and asked.

Rango pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head slowly: "As long as I and my friends and family are not chosen, it doesn't matter to me."

"Hahaha, I knew we were the same kind of people." Quigmar laughed and patted Rango on the back. "Damn, if that guy Pete was here, he would be very pleased to see you so mature."

".hehe."

Rango was speechless. Actually, for him, who had a way out, the sacrifice was nothing to worry about. What really bothered him was the delicate relationship between Mavis and his family, especially Gloria.

Two days ago, when he was taking Mavis home, he happened to run into Gloria who was going out.

Gloria's scrutinizing eyes wandered over Mavis, followed by a sneer, and then she hurriedly got into the car, ready to leave.

Seeing this scene, with Rango's experience, how could he just let him go? He immediately grabbed her arm and prepared to explain, but how to explain?
The girl he rejected on the mysterious island came across the ocean to New York for him. He didn't want her, but Mavis insisted on coming?
So the three of them stared at each other, but fortunately, both Mavis and Gloria knew each other's existence in their hearts, so there was no quarrel.

Not long after, Gloria spoke first. She asked Rango to leave first and she wanted to talk to Mavis alone. Mavis seemed to have the same idea and nodded slightly at him.

After a while, the windows of the hall were filled with people. Not only him, but also Emma, ​​Wednesday and the minions were all crowded by the windows, looking at the two women outside, as if they were expecting them to fight.

But to everyone's surprise, not only did they not have any quarrel, but after chatting about something unknown, they were actually talking and laughing like good sisters. A moment later, Gloria got in the car and went to the bar, but Mavis refused to tell her anything after she entered the house.

She just shyly pulled his arm and happily started playing with the Minions. She actually knew Wednesday. The two girls with the same Gothic smoky makeup chatted happily, but Mavis didn't seem to be as dark as Wednesday. She stopped talking to her after a few words and stayed happily in his house, hugging the Minions and rubbing Yumi.

Thinking of this, Rango's eyes inadvertently fell on the floating magic book. Yumi was standing on it and looking around excitedly, and on her cat's head, a little bat was turning its head in the same rhythm as her, full of curiosity about the surroundings.

That’s right, in addition to Teddy, these two little ones also came with him.

Mavis still wanted to stand on his shoulders or head like before, but Yumi was very jealous of this. Every time Mavis flew up, Yumi had to pounce on her and squeeze together with her.

It would be fine if Huang was on the left and Qingcang was on the right, but it looked weird to have a bat standing on the head and a cat around the neck. Finally, at Rango's insistence, Mavis compromised and stood on Yumi's head. The two little guys seemed to have found their own positions and lived in harmony, and this scene appeared before our eyes.

Of course, let’s get back to the topic.

Rango shook his head, clearing the mess in his mind, and then asked Quigmar, "Is there really no way to appease the so-called ancient god except for sacrifice? If the threat of force doesn't work, why not negotiate with him?"

Teddy at the side echoed, "Rango is right. It's the 21st century now. If the ancient gods want to have fun, why bother with sacrifices? I think it's better to come to the wooden house at this time every year to create a talk show for the main god, and use laughter instead of blood. How about that?"

Then, Teddy improvised, "Hey, do you know what black people and pillows have in common?"

"What is it?" Rango asked flatteringly.

"The harder you hit, the more cotton you get."

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After hearing this, Rango pursed his lips tightly and forced himself to suppress his smile. There were still many black staff members in the base, and he couldn't show his racist side in front of these people.

Quagma grabbed Teddy's neck and lifted him up, "You are discriminating against me, buddy. Don't forget that I have a good brother who is black (Cleveland)." "So..." Teddy opened his arms and asked, "Isn't this funny?"

"NO! This is really too shameful of my image!" After saying this, Quigma couldn't hold back his laughter any longer and burst into laughter with his mouth opened.

Many black people in the base were angry but dared not say anything when they saw this scene. If they dared to say anything bad about Quigmar, their wives would mysteriously appear in this guy's bed the next day.

Just so weird and born!

Soon, everyone followed Quigmar to a room full of surveillance TVs.

When Old Joe saw them, he clapped his stack of big bills in excitement and said, "Bet on it, guys! Are you still the same, Quigmar?"

"Yeah, a thousand dollars bet on zombies. Last year, these dirty idiots caused me to lose five hundred dollars. This time I want to make double the money back."

Without even looking up, Quigley threw a roll of bills onto the table. His eyes were now fixed on Yumi who was floating in the air.

When he went out to pick up Rango just now, he noticed this cute little guy.

The talking little cat, for Quigma who is a cat lover himself, today is simply his lucky day!

He tried to caress her gently, but was "warned" by Yumi - he opened his little mouth, showing his fangs, looking like a little guard.

Rango didn't pay much attention to what was happening around him, his eyes were drawn to a whiteboard in front of him.

(From the movie The Cabin in the Woods)
Various types of monsters were written on it like a table. With just a casual glance, Rango found names like zombies, aliens, evil spirits, demons, etc. Each name revealed an ominous aura.

It is also worth mentioning that behind these names, the names of the staff members who participated in the betting were written in other colored markers.

Quigmar's name was listed prominently under the zombie column.

"What about you, Rango?" Old Joe turned his wheelchair, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Would you like to bet on the Yeti like me? I won tens of thousands of dollars last year because of that guy!"

"Shut up, Joe, you can't have good luck twice in a row!" Quigmar replied unhappily.

For Rango, who knew the plot of the movie, he naturally knew what they were talking about.

Under the small hut outside that was built specifically for the sacrificial ceremony, there is a deep cellar hidden.

Inside are various objects symbolizing the prisoners in the [Wooden House] prison. In Rango's memory, the innocent college students in the original film picked out a diary recording the secrets of the zombie family, thus triggering an irreversible disaster.

Once the prisoners are selected, they will be quietly sent to the death house by the staff of the wooden house through secret channels. What awaits them will be a brutal massacre broadcast live around the world.

This is one of the most important aspects of sacrificing the ancient gods - selecting monsters.

Rango had no interest in this. He just casually pulled out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and said lightly, "Then let's go with the Dark Witch Group. I hope they will be gentle."

Old Joe couldn't help but laugh when he heard that. He took the money and joked, "Haha, the witch group hasn't come out for nearly ten years. Rango, you're going to waste this hundred dollars."

He happily took the gambling money and suddenly noticed that Teddy in front of him was holding a stack of banknotes and looking at him.

"Witch group, one thousand dollars."

Old Joe shrugged, "OK, don't worry, I'll treat you to a drink if you lose."

Rango looked at the relaxed atmosphere of laughter and chatter all around and couldn't help but frowning. Generally speaking, when such a situation occurs in a movie, an accident usually occurs. He wouldn't be so unlucky.

At this moment, the picture on the surveillance screen suddenly switched, and a luxury RV slowly came into view.

"Oh wow! The protagonists are here!" Old Joe didn't bother to reminisce with Rango and the others, and stared at the TV intently.

Rango looked at the familiar woman in the passenger seat, raised his eyebrows and looked at Quigmar: "Didn't you say that the person I chose was not good enough?"

"LeBron is definitely not an option. He has too many fans. If he mysteriously disappears, fans all over the world will spontaneously search for him. But the rest are fine."

Quagma picked up the roster on the table and introduced the chosen "sacrifices" one by one: "Lewd woman: unscrupulous female writer Catherine. We found out that many of her best-selling novels were plagiarized from others, and she also used means to suppress the original writers. Not long ago, she even killed an innocent bed partner with an ice pick. Damn it."

"Idiot: Will, the venture capitalist of Uteptide. This guy discriminates against any race except squids. Although he is a fool, he made a lot of money from the poor with the help of his father-in-law. Damn it."

"Smart guy: Martin, the insurance company boss and Will's father-in-law, is a rich but unkind old money man who relies on his connections to engage in power-for-sex transactions. He also plans to send his son-in-law Will to jail after this trip and make him a scapegoat for tax evasion. Damn it."

"Athlete: OJ Simpson, who murdered his ex-wife and her boyfriend in the last century, got away with it by circumventing legal loopholes because he spent a lot of money to recruit a team of expensive lawyers. Damn it."

"Virgin: Esther, the dwarf pretending to be a little girl, was adopted by more than three families, but her adoptive parents died unexpectedly after a period of time. After our investigation, we can confirm that she is the murderer. She was recently adopted from the orphanage by the idiot Will who was listed as a candidate for sacrifice. Therefore, she was connected with the other four. Of course, the conclusion is the same - damn it!"

Quigmar smiled and turned his head and said, "Rango, you see, the people we chose are either criminals or villains. Their deaths will only bring benefits to the world. We spent a lot of effort to gather them in Texas."

Rango shrugged when he heard that. Even Orphan Grudge was brought here, what else could he say?

"I hope the sacrifice goes well."

At this moment, the luxury RV on the surveillance screen was slowly driving into the depths of the woods, and the gloomy wooden house was quietly waiting for its new "guest".

(End of this chapter)