Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 166 The fatal rhythm (asking for monthly tickets)
Due to their special status, the holiday cabin that Catherine and her group welcomed appeared particularly luxurious and tidy compared to the mottled and abandoned image in the original film.

Although it looks like an ordinary wooden house, its interior decoration is very high-end. From furniture to electrical appliances, all are of top grade. Even the bedding in each bedroom is made of soft velvet.

"The camel-hair carpet they were standing on was carefully laid by us at a cost of $5,000. The decoration of the entire cabin cost a total of millions."

Quigmar stared at the surveillance screen and shrugged helplessly at Rango. "But there's nothing we can do. If the quality is too low, these rich people will probably turn around and leave the first time they see it. They are not as easy to deceive as those stupid students."

Rango stared at the screen intently and asked casually, "What excuse did you use to invite them here?"

"Excuse?"

Hearing this, Quigmar smiled playfully. "We don't need excuses. Don't forget what our organization does. We consumed some hypnotic gas and mentioned the wild holiday cabin frequently in daily life. Finally, the key person took the initiative to propose this trip, and everything fell into place."

"Yeah, but compared to the past, this time it still took a lot of effort." Old Joe raised a glass of beer and explained to Rango, "Our targets in the previous times were all college students. Do you know how easy it is to lure them over? Just put out an advertisement for a free vacation, and everything will be OK."

".College student ah."

Rango smiled in agreement and stopped talking, focusing his attention on the surveillance screen again.

At this moment, above everyone's heads, in front of the carefully decorated wooden house, the new guests have all arrived.

Catherine held a cigarette in her hand, frowned slightly, and looked at the inconspicuous wooden house in front of her. She couldn't help but complain: "So I took a plane and then a car from New York just to come here?"

"What else? Since we're going on vacation, we should go somewhere far away."

An old man with white hair but an upright figure in front of him glanced at Catherine coldly when he heard this: "I arranged the place. If you are dissatisfied, why didn't you say so when you set out?"

"I'm quite satisfied with this place. Look, that seems to be the pier. We can go swimming in the river together!" Another man with curly hair, who looked very tall but had a stiff expression, pointed to a place not far away and said excitedly, "Aisi, can you swim? If not, Dad can teach you."

The one holding his hand was a little girl who looked about the same age as Emma. She gently stroked his neck and smiled shyly, "I'm a little afraid of water. It's safer in the cabin."

"What about you, OJ?" Will then looked at the last burly black man in the team.

OJ Simpson shrugged his shoulders and said casually: "I don't care. When you are on vacation, you should do whatever you want and have fun."

Seeing them all like this, Catherine didn't know what to say. The old man who spoke before was the president of a large insurance company in New York. He was worth a lot of money and she couldn't afford to offend him.

Moreover, her deep desire for a wild vacation was indeed aroused. Recalling the proposal made by old man Martin at the party in New York, she agreed almost without hesitation.

Her eyes moved between Martin, Will, and OJ Simpson. She tightened her legs unconsciously, wondering in her heart:

Not tonight.
The leader, old Martin, walked forward and gently opened the door of the wooden house with the key. When the luxurious and exquisite scene behind the door came into view, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The agent did not lie to him. This holiday cabin was of high quality. Not only was the surrounding scenery stunning, but it was also filled with high-end gadgets. There was no sense of being in the wild at all.

After everyone stepped into the wooden house, they were all amazed at the different layouts inside and outside, and began to allocate rooms and place their luggage.

In the underground base, Rango took the popcorn and beer handed to him by the staff. They had moved from the room they had just been in to a hall that could accommodate hundreds of people.

The hall was crowded with people, and the atmosphere was lively. Everyone's eyes were focused on the huge display screen in front of them. The screen was cleverly divided into multiple small windows, transmitting the dynamics of everyone in the wooden house in real time.

Next to the screen, the whiteboard with records of various dark creatures was particularly eye-catching. It was densely marked with the betting situations of various departments. From the Network Department to the Engineering Department, and then to the Logistics Department, each department placed a considerable bet on the monster they liked based on their own preferences and judgments - ranging from hundreds of dollars to tens of thousands of dollars. This internal gambling game attracted everyone's attention.

"Hey! What's up, bro!" Hellboy, who had just entered the hall, greeted Rango enthusiastically as soon as he saw him. The two of them greeted each other with a vigorous high five.

Since Rango gave up the position of captain of the base's operations team last time and went to New York to serve as the regional head, Hellboy naturally took over this important task. Now he has a great say in the base.

"I heard about you and Liz. Are you going to be a father?" Rango punched the guy on the chest and gave his blessing with a smile.

"Yeah, I've been having trouble thinking of a name lately, hahahaha"

The big red guy was in a very good mood, holding his beer glass high, blending in with the laughter around him.

Rango joked with him for a few words, then turned his gaze to Abel who looked a little depressed and whistled softly: "What's wrong, buddy? Are you still thinking about your elf princess?"

Abel shook his head slightly, his eyes fell on the screen, and sighed: "Although we are doing the great cause of saving the world, sometimes I feel that our actions are not so righteous."

"I felt the same way at first, but now..." Rango took a sip of beer and raised a complicated smile, "Anyway, those who sacrificed are all bad guys, so let's just think of it as cleaning up the world's garbage, right?"

"Maybe"

Although Abel was not a human being, let alone a saint, his moral standards were undoubtedly higher than anyone else present. He tried not to look at the huge screen and reported to Quigmar the results of sacrifices in other countries in the world.

"This year, most countries in the East and the West have failed in their sacrifices. Currently, only North America and the island countries are performing the final rituals simultaneously. What if..."

"Shut up, Abel!" Quigmar interrupted him, his tone filled with displeasure. "The island nation can't fail. Think about it, their sacrificial ritual is just to let an evil spirit kill all the children in a classroom. How do you think such a simple sacrifice can fail?"

The others nodded in agreement after hearing this. With this sacrifice mode, any kid who was often attacked by the 80s in North America could accomplish it perfectly with a gun.

"As for us in North America."

Quigmar turned his gaze to the screen and said with a smile, "What we have locked up in our prison is much scarier than those evil spirits on the island. Instead of worrying about failure, you should think about where to celebrate after you succeed!"

"I"

Abel wanted to say something but stopped himself. Finally, he shook his head and turned away. He really didn't like this sacrificial atmosphere.

However, Abel's departure did not dampen the excitement of the crowd.

Because of the long-term contact with dark creatures, the staff in the base are more or less depressed and dark psychologically. Each of them is looking impatiently at the scene ahead, looking forward to the bloody feast that is about to take place.

Rango and others were no exception. Although they said that it was a bit immoral, their eyes never moved away from the screen.

At this moment, Catherine was standing in front of the mirror in the cabin, changing her clothes. One must admit that this woman was indeed a perfect candidate to play the role of a slut. As soon as she entered the house, she changed into a set of sexy lingerie and even began to caress her body in front of the mirror.

All the staff around saw this scene and laughed and cheered at the same time. Quigmar also stretched his neck to look forward, and occasionally let out an excited "Giggly".

A moment later, an even more exciting scene appeared.

Silly Will walked into Catherine's room with his upper body naked and wearing only a pair of beach shorts, revealing his hairy and slightly bloated belly.

Following behind him was the wise old Martin.
"What a generous gift! The father-in-law and son-in-law are joining the battle together!"

"Hahaha, this scene doesn't happen often."

"Record it. I need to watch it again before I go to bed tonight!"

"."

The result was as expected. The three people, who had just arrived at the cabin for less than half an hour, started to have an in-depth communication. The most outrageous thing was that a few minutes later, the black athlete also joined the battlefield!
"Fuck. The selection this time is really tricky! Hahaha."

Quigmar patted Rango's arm excitedly. "I've made up my mind, man. Next time, I'll let you choose the sacrifice, Rango. You have a unique vision!"

"Hahaha"

The staff from various departments all laughed and raised their glasses to Rango. Today was indeed an unprecedented wonderful show.

"and many more--!"

At this moment, Old Joe suddenly pointed to another surveillance screen in astonishment, "Look over there, what is that female dwarf named Esther doing?"

Everyone looked over and saw the dwarf in a black dress who looked like a little girl, putting her ear against the bedroom door of Catherine and her friends, listening to the sounds inside while reaching out to the door.
This taboo scene instantly stimulated the nerves of everyone present. Everyone opened their mouths wide and looked at each other in disbelief, followed by even more excited cheers and noises.

"Fuck, this is the most interesting foreplay since the sacrifice of the wooden house, hahahaha"

After seeing this scene, Rango first turned his head to look at Mavis, only to find that Little Bat and Yumi had covered each other's eyes since some time ago, and were unwilling to see these dirty scenes on the screen.

As for Teddy, the bastard's face was almost sticking to the screen, and he was screaming along with the reveling crowd.

"Quigma, can this behavior still be considered a virgin?" Rango frowned at Quigma and asked.

"Of course." Quagma said matter-of-factly, "If you don't count as a virgin if you do something like this, then we'll have to go to the kindergarten to find our next sacrifice."

".OK, just keep it in mind."

Rango stopped asking questions when he saw this. Although he knew some of the plot in the movie, the current situation was very different from the original movie. Not only had the person in charge of the "wooden house" changed, but even the object of sacrifice was different.

He really couldn't give much advice in this case.

Moreover, based on my experience with him, although Quigmar is a sex addict with a weird temper, he is still quite reliable.

Under the excited gazes of the crowd, Catherine fought against three people alone, but she was not at a disadvantage at all. In less than ten minutes, she defeated the opponents one by one and made them collapse to the ground like mud.

Catherine lit a cigarette and glanced at the three men around her with disdain. For some reason, she suddenly thought of Rango, with whom she had a deep conversation a few days ago.

Those muscles that seemed to be cast in fine steel, and the speed that was so fast that it was beyond imagination, made her feel weak all over just thinking about it.

So, just when everyone in the base felt that the event was over too quickly and a bit disappointing, they were shocked to see that the woman actually took out her phone, flipped through a photo, and then "comforted herself" in front of the man in the photo. Through the latest technology camera, it can be clearly seen that the person in the photo is Rango.
"Oh haha."

Many staff members turned their eyes to the person in charge of the New York region, their eyes full of amusement.

Rango frowned speechlessly. Fortunately, Mavis was blindfolded and couldn't see it. He could only continue watching despite everyone's teasing. Not long after, with a low moan, Catherine finally freed her fingers, and this farce-like bedroom scene ended.

Time passed minute by minute, and after indulging themselves in the cabin, Catherine and the others began to follow the rhythm of their vacation like ordinary people.

Will and his father-in-law were sitting on the dock fishing and looked very close to each other.

But Will may not know that the father-in-law who promoted him to his current position is preparing to abandon him as a pawn to take the blame.

Catherine found a lounge chair and lay down in the open space in front of the cabin to sunbathe, looking very relaxed.

OJ Simpson in the house was preparing dinner for everyone like a servant. He was once a brilliant sports star, but because of the scandal of killing his wife, although he spent all his wealth to save his life, he no longer had the glory of the past and could only act like a follower, trying to please Martin and others.

The dwarf girl Esther was helping him and making some physical contact with Simpson with her fingers from time to time. The atmosphere was ambiguous and a little weird.

The people in the base no longer paid as much attention to them as before. The tunnel leading to the wooden house had been blown up, and it was surrounded by invisible electric nets. The five people could not escape at all.

In the base, Rango and others were sitting around a table.

Although there were many delicacies in front of them, except for Mavis and Yumi, no one else touched their knives and forks, but just tasted champagne and other drinks. What happened next might be a bit bloody, so they had no appetite.

Time passed slowly, and Mavis and Yumi, who had eaten and drunk their fill, were sent to other places by Rango with an excuse.

He lit a cigarette and looked at Quigmar, whose expression was gradually becoming distorted, and he had an idea in his mind.

The sacrifice is about to begin!

Sure enough, when the clock hands in the hall slowly pointed to eight o'clock, a shrill bell rang in everyone's ears.

Quagma stood up suddenly and shouted excitedly: "Open the cellar door!"

Just as he finished speaking, on the surveillance screen, a sound suddenly came from behind Catherine and others who were chatting in the living room, and a wooden board was lifted up, revealing a staircase leading to the cellar.

Seeing this, Rango was speechless. Although he had been prepared, this was too abrupt. The cellar door opened automatically without any warning? Even a fool could tell there was something wrong.

And as it happened, there was indeed a fool in the cabin.

Looking at the raised floor in the middle of the living room, Catherine and the others looked at each other in bewilderment, and no one dared to go forward to check it out. Only Will stood up stupidly and walked to the lifted floor to take a look.

"Dad, when you booked this cabin, did the agent tell you there was a cellar inside?"

"The cellar? I don't see it in the contract."

"So we are taking advantage of this?"

He pointed at the ground, looked at everyone with wide eyes and smiled, "There is actually an entrance to the cellar here."

Hearing his words, the rest of the people gathered around and looked towards the dark cave entrance.

Within the base.

Rango shook the glass in his hand gently and asked, "Will they go in?"

"Most definitely."

Quagma stared at the people on the screen and said with a confident smile, "Don't underestimate human curiosity, Rango."

Sure enough, before he finished his words, the young man Will walked straight down and uttered a few strange noises in excitement, as if he had discovered something incredible.

When the others saw that nothing dangerous happened after he went down, they looked at each other and then all went down the stairs into the cellar.

At this moment, the screen changed, and the screen that was originally showing the living room was replaced by a gloomy and narrow cellar. There were all kinds of objects placed around it in a mess, making it look very crowded.

Will looked at the surroundings and picked up a snowflake vase on the table out of curiosity. There was a cute snowman in the vase.

"Yes!"

Seeing this, Old Joe excitedly pumped his fist and shouted, "He chose the Yeti! Hahahaha, I win again this year!"

"Shut up, Joe, it's too early for you to be happy. He hasn't even shaken the snow bottle yet!" Quigmar shouted unhappily.

Obviously, picking up an object that symbolizes a monster does not mean choosing that monster; you also have to perform some specific actions.

However, under Old Joe's expectant gaze, Will did not shake the bottle in his hand, but put it back to its original place and observed other objects.

At this moment in the cellar, the five people curiously picked up various strange objects and explored them, and everyone in the base held their breath and watched their every move intently.

The conch, which symbolizes the siren, was picked up by athlete Simpson but was not blown.

The music box representing the ballet fairy was opened by the virgin Esther, but unfortunately she failed to press the play button as everyone wished.

In front of a hanger with a wedding dress, the wanton Catherine took off a necklace from the dress, looked at the crystal clear color, and was delighted to wear it around her neck.
"Put it on! Put it on! Put it on, damn bitch!!!"

Inside the base, a group of people from the logistics department had red necks and shouted loudly at Catherine on the screen.

Their department has bet tens of thousands of dollars on the ghost bride. As long as Catherine wears the necklace, it will meet the ritual of summoning the ghost bride, and they will win a large sum of money!
But just then, an accident happened.

“Pain goes beyond the body.”

The clever Martin picked up a book from somewhere and began to mutter.

"Fake."

Everyone in the base hall held their heads in frustration and cursed inwardly. It was obvious that the monsters they bet on were not chosen.

However, Quigmar's eyes became brighter and brighter.
“Pain sublimates the body.”

"Pain cleanses the soul!"

Martin finished reading the last sentence on the title page, smiled and shrugged at everyone, "It seems that this is a diary written by a poor guy to seek psychological comfort."

"Hahahaha." Everyone laughed after hearing this.

At this moment, in the jungle not far from here, as Martin finished his last sentence, a hand covered with maggots suddenly stretched out from the mud!
“Fakeye——!”

The scene suddenly changed, and the Quagma in the base was dancing with excitement, shouting loudly: "The winner is determined! They chose the zombie Buckner family! Give me money, bitches! Hurry and give me money!"

"Shit, it's actually a zombie"

Old Joe unhappily took out all the bets he had received and gave them to Quigmar and other staff members who had bet on zombies according to the odds.

Teddy was also very depressed and spat on the ground. He thought he could make a lot of money by following Rango, but he lost a thousand dollars in one go.

He kicked Rango's legs a few times and complained, "You have to pay me for this, Rango. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have chosen the witch at all. I wanted to choose the zombie."

"Come on, you'd pick a shitty zombie."

Rango scoffed and continued looking at the screen.

On the dirty soil covered with fallen leaves, four zombies, three big and one small, slowly crawled out of the pit. They each held a trap, a saw, a machete and other weapons covered with rust and blood, their eyes were fixed on the wooden house with lights on not far away, their eyes were full of bloodthirsty desire.

"The zombie family Buckner, evil by nature, worships pain, and now has transformed into an undead zombie, hahahaha"

Quigmar raised his eyebrows proudly at Rango and said, "I lost a lot of money on them, but I made it all back this time."

Rango ignored him, his eyes fixed on the surveillance screen. "Choosing a monster" was just a necessary condition. The key to the success of the sacrifice had just begun.

At this time, everyone in the cellar had returned to the wooden house. Catherine looked at her companions who were studying and playing with various strange objects, shook her head speechlessly, and walked out of the house alone.

She dragged a recliner to an open space. She glanced around casually, then lay down on the chair. Under the bright moonlight, she was looking through her phone. As for what she was looking at, Rango and the others had no idea. But he could clearly see that the woman put her hands under her body again and started.
Damn, is this all that’s on this woman’s mind?

Rango couldn't help but want to complain. How many times had this happened since they came to the cabin?
Outside the wooden house, Catherine closed her eyes slightly, and the museum in her mind began to emerge. Different men appeared in her mind like a revolving lantern for her to choose from.

“Yeah—!”

Catherine's voice became louder and louder, as if she didn't mind being heard at all.

Just as her expression became more and more excited, her eyes, which were originally closed, suddenly opened. A huge pain came over her, making her cry out in pain.

Catherine looked down and saw a rusty machete inserted into her lower body. Blood spurted out like a fountain, instantly dyeing the ground red!
This chapter was reviewed after deleting more than 200 words, so it may be a bit fragmented.

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