Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 190: The Wooden House: Another World Branch!

"It seems like some powerful music, ah?"

"Sangaofu bitch?!"

When MM and Frankie saw Rango, they were shocked for a moment, and the curses that came out of their mouths soon turned into surprise. They looked at each other, and rushed towards Rango at the same time, pounding his arms excitedly.

"Where have you been all this time? The colonel has sent several groups of people to Europe to search for you, but they haven't found any trace of you."

"Well, I took a stroll in the Far East."

Rango made an excuse lightly, "You know, neither the CIA nor Walter has the ability to infiltrate there, so I spent a few days patiently and called a group of old friends over."

"What do you mean by a few days?"

"For a while? You disappeared for almost two months!" MM shook her head helplessly, "We almost thought you were ambushed by Walter, shit!"

"Oh?" Rango's heart moved slightly when he heard this, and his eyes turned to Yumi beside him. The little guy understood, quickly flipped through the magic book, and then whispered a few words in his ear.

After listening to it, he raised his eyebrows slightly. Well, the passage of time in the two worlds is different, which is normal for time travelers.

"Whatever~"

Rango smiled with relief, opened his arms and hugged everyone one by one.

After returning, he immediately contacted Colonel Mallory and learned about the new base of Butcher and others, as well as their heroic deeds of running around to promote the "Superhuman Registration Act" and collecting black materials on superhumans. He couldn't help but have a little more respect for this group of ordinary people.

When Rango saw Kimiko, he was a little surprised, "China?"

"Japan." Frankie quickly clarified, "She is an experimental subject we rescued from the Water Laboratory. She seems to have lost the ability to speak."

"OK"

Rango's interest suddenly waned, and when he was about to introduce the helpers he brought with him to them, a familiar voice came from the corner.

Butcher poked his head out from the rubble with difficulty, "3Q, thank you for caring about me so much, so who among you can give me a hand now."

"Hahaha"

Everyone smiled at each other. Teddy took a step forward and extended his furry little hand with concern. Butcher said helplessly, "OK, I'll do it myself."

Rumble.
At this moment, Storm, the woman who was knocked away by Rango's punch and buried in the rubble, was struggling to break out of the rocks.

Purple electric light raged around her, shattering the surrounding stones one by one.

"Shit! I almost forgot about this bastard!"

Butcher quickly shouted, "Stop her, Rango. This bitch is not only tough, but she can also fly!"

"Don't worry, she can't escape."

Rango gave everyone a reassuring look, then gently pressed his palm down, signaling everyone to wait and see what happens.

Then, the ruins where the storm was located suddenly exploded, and purple electric light burst out like a mad dragon, destroying everything. Then a woman in a purple battle suit and with short hair came out.

She stared at Rango with sharp eyes.

Rango Winchester!

The only man in the world who can fight a war with his countrymen without a clear winner!
Recalling the thrilling battle between Storm and Homelander in the video, her face tensed up. "You are also a metahuman, why are you joining forces with them?!"

"Oh, how should I answer this?"

Rango opened his arms and smiled: "We have always been in the same group."

Feng Bao was stunned when he heard that, but then he reacted quickly. His hands flashed with lightning, and he flew into the air, trying to break through the ceiling and escape!

It turns out that the guy who has been targeting the superhumans behind the scenes is Rango!

She must leave as soon as possible and report back this important information!
However, just as she was about to break free from the restraints, the air around her seemed to solidify, and an indescribable sticky feeling bound her tightly, and her speed dropped sharply, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Mavis in bat form stood on Yumi's head, purple light flashing in her eyes, and her expression revealed surprise, "The impact of this woman's lightning is so strong, it feels like she will break through the time-stop field in the next second."

Rango nodded slightly and raised his chin towards the high school student behind him.

Andrew walked out of the team, stretched out his finger and gently hooked it at the woman who was controlled in mid-air in front of him.

Storm suddenly felt an irresistible force raging through her limbs, trying to tear her into pieces.

However, as an early experimenter of Compound No. 5, although his physical strength did not reach the level of Homelander, it was not easy for ordinary telekinesis to break his defense.

She smiled contemptuously, "Is this all you can do? I am so disappointed! Fuck!"

Before she could finish her words, she felt a sharp pain and her legs were violently torn off from the knees. Her limbs were broken and blood gushed out!
Andrew withdrew his outstretched hands with satisfaction upon seeing this. Now, he could even tear an airplane in half with his telekinesis. Although it took some effort this time, fortunately he did not embarrass himself.

Feng Bao lost both legs and fell from mid-air, her eyes full of disbelief and fear. She had never thought that these people would really be so cruel to her, and the most important thing was that they really had the ability to do that!
Listening to the woman's screams of pain, Rango slowly approached, kicked the broken leg away in disgust, and said to Storm in an almost sympathetic tone: "I know, I know ~ You can never play football again."

"But don't worry, dear." He gently stroked the messy hair on Feng Bao's forehead, stroking his fingers gently on her sweaty cheeks, and gently comforted her: "I will prepare the best wheelchair for you."

Storm glared at Rango, his eyes filled with hatred for him, "You...pervert!"

Rango chuckled, as if enjoying the other party's anger, "Oh~ It seems that you have already had a preliminary understanding of me."

He patted Storm's head as if he was soothing an old stray dog, then turned to Butcher and asked, "So what's the use of this woman? Should we kill her or let her go to scare Vought Company?"

Butcher pointed at the information on the table and flashed his signature crooked smile, "Buddy, this woman's role is definitely greater than you can imagine."

After a while.

Rango sat on the tattered sofa in the base, looking over Butcher and his group, satisfaction and surprise intertwined in his eyes.

These few characters who looked like extras actually accomplished the tasks he assigned them.

Especially Colonel Mallory. According to Butcher's description, this nearly 80-year-old woman has used all her available connections to promote the Transhuman Registration Act, shuttling between various power institutions in Washington. Now she is an important driving force for members of the House of Representatives and the Senate who support the bill.

Butcher and his colleagues, as ordinary people, quietly contributed to the advancement of the bill and collected a large amount of evidence about the scandals of superhumans.

If it weren't for the threat of superhuman terrorist activities overseas, forcing the government to need local superhumans to stabilize the people's hearts, Vought Corporation's stock price would probably have plummeted long ago.

Rango wondered in his heart, could it be that he had accidentally met the protagonist of this world?
Retired special forces soldier Butcher, weapon modification master Frankie, thoughtful black MM, communications technology expert geek Huey, plus the newly joined close combat expert Japanese girl Kimiko.
The more Rango thought about it, the more likely it seemed. This team configuration was simply the standard lineup of protagonists, and the composition of the members was also extremely "politically correct."

"Wow."

Thinking of this, Rango couldn't help but applaud and nodded slowly to everyone, "You guys did a really good job while I was away. I'm surprised by you, guys."

Everyone smiled at each other and shrugged modestly. Butcher took the opportunity to tease, "So you're always so short of words to praise people, right?"

"Not satisfied? How about this?"

Hearing this, Rango smiled and pointed at him, with a signature smirk similar to Homelander's on his face: "And you, my friends, you are the real heroes!"

“Shut up.”

"You've succeeded in making me want to puke, Rango."

"Hahaha"

Laughter echoed throughout the base, and the teasing and joking between the crowd quickly brought them closer together despite the long separation.

Butcher opened the refrigerator, took out a few cans of beer and threw them to a few people, then turned his gaze curiously to the group of strange-looking guys behind Rango.

"If I'm not mistaken, they are the helpers you, Rango, called from the Far East? And... is that a dragon?!" He pointed at Toothless, who had shrunk in size and was looking around with wide eyes, with an incredible look on his face.

"Yeah. Haven't you seen it?" Rango said with a proud smile.

His original plan was to call all the members of his [Woodhouse] New York branch, but the incident of Compound No. 5 made him realize that the number of superpowers hidden in Vought Corporation was far beyond his imagination. The power of the branch alone was obviously not enough to cause enough trouble.

So, he played a big game! At this moment, behind him stood not only his girlfriend Mavis, Andrew Vomit Man and other old team members, but also a group of strange-looking, obviously non-human creatures.

That’s right, they were a group of criminals he carefully selected from the [Wooden House] prison.

He originally thought that Quigmar would disagree, but when he heard that they were going to harm the guys in other worlds, he immediately agreed readily.

It's immoral, but it's a Quagga.
“So”

Huey looked at the monsters of various shapes that filled up the base, and couldn't help but pursed his lips. He turned to Rango and asked, "What should we do now?"

Rango shrugged his shoulders easily, with a playful smile on his face. "In theory, we can break into Vought Corporation. I'll be responsible for entanglement with Homelander, and you guys go and deal with the other staff members. Then, in the name of Vought, we'll summon all the superhumans back to the headquarters and give them a big internal purge, a complete genocide! Finally, we'll break into Washington, take off the president's head, and stain the mouth of the Mississippi River with blood!"

"."

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone looked at each other with different expressions.

Butcher forced a smile, "I like your sense of humor, man."

However, halfway through his words, he noticed Rango's face without a smile, and he paused and said in shock: "Wait, are you telling the truth?!"

"Hahaha"

Rango finally couldn't help laughing, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, I was just joking. We still have to live well here, how can we be so impulsive."

"OK. OK." He clapped his hands and announced loudly: "It's party time! Let me formally introduce these new friends to you!"

"yeah--!"

night.

On the rooftop of an apartment building, the wind was blowing coldly, and Colonel Mallory unconsciously tightened the collar of his windbreaker.

She has always disliked the severe cold in New York, which is why she resolutely left this bustling city after retirement, rejected the comfortable community arranged by the military, and chose to live in seclusion away from the center of power with only a loyal servant.

She once thought that the rest of her life would pass slowly in endless regret and self-blame, and eventually she would grow old peacefully beside a warm campfire.

But no one, including herself, expected that this nearly octogenarian would come out again and actively join the arena of power, and as soon as she arrived, she dealt a heavy blow to Water Company.

Mallory was very tired now, even a little drowsy, but when she thought of what Rango had promised her, she immediately perked up. If what the superhuman boy said was true, she was only one step away from making up for her biggest regret in the past.

boom.
The door to the rooftop was pushed open, and Rango's voice followed.

"I got you a hot cup of coffee, Colonel."

"Thank you, but you should keep a low profile when you just got back, Rango. Before the bill is passed, it's best not to let Vought Company know that you are in cahoots with us."

Colonel Mallory took the coffee with a smile, the warmth instantly passed to her palm. She gently reminded him, "Don't forget, you are also a superhuman. If all the superhumans in the United States know about our relationship at this critical juncture, they will label you a traitor."

Rango smiled nonchalantly when he heard this, "I don't care what anyone thinks about what I want to accomplish."

As he spoke, he handed over a heavy file bag, which contained all the scandals of Storm, the newest member of the Super Seven, Homelander's girlfriend, and the spokesperson for Compound Five.

Unlike other superheroes involved in murder, rape, drug abuse and other scandals, Storm is a fucking Nazi. In a world where political correctness is extremely serious, this is quite fatal to Vought Corporation.

And this was indeed the case. Colonel Mallory could not wait to open the file bag and flip through the shocking information. Her expression gradually changed from shock to ecstasy.

"Rango, prepare to give the company a resounding name."

She looked at Rango expectantly. "With this evidence, Congress will surely speed up the review and passage of the Transhuman Registration Act. The anger of the people will be our most powerful weapon."

After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but get nervous again and asked Rango again about the promise he made to her two grandchildren. "What you promised me." Her voice was trembling.

"Don't worry." Rango gently held her hand and gave her a firm look: "I will bring your two grandsons back to you."

"Thank you! If you can do that, please let me know if you need me in the future."

Looking at the female colonel's nervous and expectant eyes, Rango felt secretly worried. He had just made a casual promise without asking for money.

As for whether McQueen, who was modified by the doctor, could travel through time and space to the past in the other world, he really had no idea.

A few days later.

The storm carefully planned by Colonel Mallory swept the world, setting off an unprecedented wave of public opinion.

From authoritative TV stations to tabloids on the streets, to short video platforms all over the Internet, Storm Girl's scandal spread like wildfire and quickly occupied every corner!
".Regarding Storm being accused of having links with the Nazis, a photo of Nazi Storm has been leaked. Please note the swastika flag behind him."

".This woman is actually over a hundred years old! What's even more incredible is that we have more confirmed photos of Storm with the Nazi High Command! Including Goebbels and Green"

".I can't believe in this day and age I still have to say this: Nazis are bad!!!"

However, when Storm herself seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth, the target of public opinion instantly turned to Vought Corporation, and a wave of verbal criticism against it ensued.

".The most important question is, how can we allow Vought to release Compound 5 after such serious violations of law? This is a company that cooperates with the Nazis!"

"The Pentagon announced the suspension of its huge order for Compound No. 5 from Vought, and a deal worth $50 billion went down the drain. Vought's stock market suffered a heavy blow, falling below the issue price as soon as it opened!"

“The call for the Transhuman Registration Act is growing louder, and openness and transparency are the only way out, aiming to prevent a recurrence of the Storm incident and protect society from potential threats!”

".Fuck Squid Storm! Fuck Squid Water!"

Snapped!
Edgar turned off the TV angrily and slammed the remote control on the table, his heart surging with unprecedented emotions.

As the leader of a Fortune 50 conglomerate, he rarely loses his composure like this, but after what has happened in the past few days, even he can hardly remain as calm as before.

With his eyes closed and his fingers rapidly drumming on the table, Edgar tried to sort out his thoughts, trying to find a glimmer of clarity in this chaos and force himself to calm down.

The company's stock price has experienced an unprecedented plunge, the image of Vought Corporation has been damaged and it has been linked to the Nazis, and it has lost a large order of 50 billion from the military. The passage of the Registration Act is inevitable. From now on, all superhumans under Vought will be under the joint jurisdiction of multiple government departments, and there may even be a private company among them!
Oh my god!
How can I stay calm?
Even though he was always known for his elegance and rationality, he couldn't help but curse in his heart at this moment. He wished he could find the storm who was hiding somewhere and chop it into meat sauce!
boom--!
At this moment, the office door was suddenly pushed open and the Chinese rushed in hurriedly.

"I had a storm coming down on her that day."

"Shut up!"

Edgar interrupted Homelander, pointed at him and said in a deep voice: "Don't mention the name of this Nazi in the company anymore. We didn't know her identity from the beginning to the end! We are all victims of deception, do you understand?!"

Homelander narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded slightly, "Don't we need to find her?"

"I don't care about her!"

Edgar was so angry that he cursed for the first time. Then he pointed at Homelander and ordered, "Organize a press conference immediately and clarify everything to the media. We must completely distance ourselves from the storm."

"What about the Parahuman Registration Act?"

"That can no longer be controlled. The most urgent task is to stabilize the stock price and restore the public image of Vought Corporation and the superheroes."

"."

Half an hour later.

The Homelander's stiff face appeared on TV.

"We, including myself, the Super Seven, and every member of Vought Corporation, were deceived by Storm's disguise. On behalf of everyone, I would like to express my sincere apologies to the citizens who have always supported us. We were unable to see through her true face sooner."

On the sofa, Butcher witnessed this disgusting scene, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he cursed in a low voice: "How hypocritical! He must be the first person to know that Storm is a Nazi!"

Rango nodded in agreement. Given Homelander's strong desire for control, it would be impossible for him to be Bao Bao's boyfriend or girlfriend without knowing the other person's identity clearly.

Butcher turned his head and looked at him. "If nothing unexpected happens, the bill will be passed in the next few days. Have you thought of a name for the company, buddy?"

"certainly."

Rango raised his beer, took a sip, and said with a smile: "The Cabin in the Woods, CIW, or... you can also call it [The Cabin]!"

"."

(End of this chapter)