Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 205 Rango - Chief of Novice Village (asking for monthly ticket)

Nick Fury
Don't get me wrong, it's not the Fury that Fury controls, but Fury, the director of the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau.

This is a directorate responsible for international security, a special department dedicated to handling various bizarre incidents.

Of course, it also has a simpler and more direct name - S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury is the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the one-eyed black guy who is now leaning on the sofa in Rango's house, pretending to be deep.

"Wow~"

Seeing this, Teddy immediately shouted excitedly: "Look, Rango, Tony is really traditional. He even prepared slaves for us!"

"Pfft, cough, cough."

Rango suppressed his laughter, put his body in front of Teddy, then frowned at the guy on the sofa and asked knowingly: "Who the f*ck are you?!"

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Nick Fury first glared at Teddy with dissatisfaction, then looked Rango up and down with a sharp gaze.

After a long moment, he slowly spoke: "Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

After saying that, he stood up from the sofa and walked to the wine cabinet like a master. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, took a sip, and continued in a very annoying tone: "I saw everything you did two hours ago. You mutant."

"Etc., etc!"

Rango couldn't bear to listen or watch any more.

It's true that he wants to get in touch with the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D., but that doesn't mean he can tolerate a black man pretending to be someone who points fingers at him.

"first!"

Rango raised a finger and replied solemnly: "You, a black man, broke into my villa in the Upper East Side in the middle of the night and casually rummaged through my wine collection worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. I can legally and lawfully shoot you now!"

"Secondly."

His eyes flashed red, and he said in a bad tone: "What do you mean by people like you? When I introduced myself to Tony, I said that I was a mutant. That was a humble statement, but you, a public official, dared to call me a mutant in front of me. This is extremely serious racial discrimination. So."

Rango strode forward. In the darkness, his two red eyes were like a devil, staring at the black man in front of him. "You are a racist chief who sneaks in and picks locks. You'd better behave yourself. Don't act like a big shot and scare me."

"I can kill you right now with the Fortress Act in the Third Amendment!"

"And after you die, they will label you a racist and you won't even be allowed to enter any national cemeteries!"

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The wine that Nick Fury was about to swallow got choked in his throat, and he looked at the man in front of him with several pets in disbelief.

If he remembered correctly, Tony had only lent this house to Rango to stay in for a few days, so how did it become his?

And there are mutants. Well, this name is indeed discriminatory, but so far no bill to protect the human rights of mutants has been introduced.

And the other person is obviously a white man. Looking at his black hair, he may even have Roman ancestry. How could he be so skilled in accusing someone?
".OK, it seems I was abrupt."

Nick Fury put down his wine glass and was about to leave with a gloomy face. If he had known that this guy was so difficult to get along with, he would have let Romanov or Coulson come to contact him.

"etc."

However, just as he passed Rango and others and was about to walk out the door, he heard the other party's voice behind him.

He turned his head and saw Rango, who had a stern face just now and looked like he would be killed if he disagreed with him, holding out his hand and smiling at him, "I'll join!"

"Fuck."

After a while.

Rango leaned on the sofa, gently shaking the whiskey in the glass with one hand, and gently stroking Yumi who was yawning on his lap with the other hand. With a smile on his face, he looked at Nick Fury who was sitting on a plastic stool opposite him.

The black guy looked at the man in front of him with displeasure. Even though he was a level 10 agent who had seen a lot of storms, he couldn't help but feel a little impatient at this moment.

"What do you mean by joining?"

"SHIELD."

Rango said as a matter of course, "You broke into a private house in the middle of the night, hiding in the darkness with the advantage of your skin color, isn't it just to recruit me to join S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"hehe."

Hearing this, Nick sneered, "You seem to think you are a smart man, but I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. SHIELD doesn't need someone as arrogant as you."

He shook his head and continued, "It would be a disaster for someone like you to join SHIELD. Do you think you will obey the orders of your superiors at all times?"

After hearing what the black man said, Rango sighed softly, his tone full of disappointment, "I thought that you, the director of SHIELD, would be different from ordinary government officials. It seems that I was wrong."

He put Yumi down, leaned forward, stared at Nick, and asked, "Tell me, Director, why do you officials always want to incorporate 'superpowers' into the existing social system? And even expect them to obey all your commands like ordinary soldiers?"

Nick Fury had a blank expression on his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and responded: "I have seen many people like you, Professor X, Magneto, Hulk... They are like nuclear warheads of 10,000 tons. If there is no one to control them, who knows where they will explode? The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. You have such powerful abilities. If you want to integrate into human society, you should..."

"I only agree with the first half of your statement, Chief Nick."

Before he could finish, Rango interrupted him and said, "But the saying that with great power comes great responsibility is probably something only middle school students would take seriously."

He shook his head and said seriously, "In my opinion, responsibility is duty, and duty is equal to rights. If my ability and responsibility are great enough to protect the entire Earth, or even the entire Milky Way, then my rights should also be that great. At least I should have the final say over the Earth, right?"

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Nick was speechless. The bastard opposite him had a set of self-consistent and twisted logic. He was obviously a troublemaker like Tony Stark.

Obviously, it is not suitable for the "Avengers Plan" that he was secretly planning.

He looked at Rango for a few times, then asked, "If that's the case, why did you join S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Ah, how should I put it?"

Rango touched his chin, then shrugged and said, "Although I just said a lot of unpleasant things, I still admire you."

"Besides, I just came back from Asgard not long ago. I can't just rely on Tony's life-saving grace to eat and drink for free every day, right? So I want to find a proper job."

"Asgard?" Nick raised his eyebrows, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes, "The country in mythology?"

"Yeah." Rango nodded, with a bit of pride in his tone, "I just represented our Earth to participate in an extremely brutal war there. Strictly speaking, I am a war hero of the Earth, and I was even received by Odin."

He hoisted the flag of Asgard, boasted loudly, and then said solemnly: "There, I witnessed with my own eyes the vastness of the universe and the many crises hidden in it - the rampage of interstellar pirates, the invasion of alien civilizations, the threat of dimensional disasters, and endless interstellar wars. In comparison, the earth seems so fragile."

"To deal with these potential disasters, Earth's nuclear weapons alone are not enough."

Rango's eyes were firm. "So, I gave up my comfortable life in Asgard and resolutely returned to Earth, hoping to join hands with official organizations to discover and unite those superheroes scattered among the people and jointly protect our home."

Nick Fury was silent for a long time after hearing this.

Decades ago, for some reason he had been to space and witnessed the threat of an alien fleet with his own eyes. The shock still scares him to this day, and it was this sense of crisis that prompted him to establish S.H.I.E.L.D.

But this guy in front of me.
After thinking for a while, Nick slowly said: "I did think of inviting you to join S.H.I.E.L.D. before, but now it seems..."

He shook his head, his tone was firm and unquestionable: "I'm afraid you are not suitable for us. SHIELD has its own channels and methods to recruit and contact people with super powers."

Rango sneered and retorted: "Don't be too confident, Director. In this world, not every strong person is as easy to talk to as me. Just imagine, if the person sitting here is the angry Hulk, what can you do to him? But if it's me."

He shrugged slightly, his tone revealing a confidence that should not be underestimated: "I believe that with my power, most of the guys on the list are willing to sit down and listen to my proposal."

"." Nick Fury was silent for a moment, and finally said slowly: "I will wait for you at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning at S.H.I.E.L.D. We need to discuss this matter further."

As he said that, he handed over a business card. Rango glanced at it and shook his head, "Let's go at two in the afternoon. I can't get up at eight."

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Looking at Nick's increasingly dark complexion, Rango smiled, stood up and patted his shoulders twice. "Well, it's settled then. I'm going to the bathroom. Please feel free to use yourselves."

When his figure disappeared around the corner of the hall, Nick snorted in dissatisfaction. Although he had some complaints about Rango's attitude, he had to admit that there was some truth in what he said.

It's not impossible to use him as a tool appropriately, and when he enters the bureau, as the director, he will have plenty of ways to make things difficult for this guy.

Just as Nick was about to get up and leave, his eyes inadvertently fell on Yuumi, who was sitting on the sofa with her chin supported by her two paws, her tail gently shaking, and her head tilted, looking at him curiously.

His body suddenly stopped in place as if he had been electrocuted.

At this moment, the cat slave's heartstrings are gently plucked.

Damn, this bastard's cat is so cute?!
Because of some unpleasant past events, Nick forcibly suppressed his inner love for cats decades ago and almost forgot that he was once a cat slave. But the moment he saw Yuumi, his psychological defenses were instantly broken!
"Mimi~"

The black guy couldn't help but stretch out his finger, and a lewd smile appeared on his matte black face, "Come here, let your uncle hug you, you must be the most obedient little kitten in the world, right? Let your uncle touch your belly."

However, Yumi's reaction was beyond his expectations.

She opened her eyes wide, shrank back in fear, and even spoke, whispering: "My master won't let me play with you black people."

"Waterfa?!"

Nick was so shocked that he almost jumped up. Not only could this cat talk, but it was also... racist?
"Fuck you, Rango is a racist asshole!"

Nick cursed in dissatisfaction. No wonder this guy was so fluent in accusing him of discrimination before. It turned out that he was a racist bastard!
"Hey don't get us wrong man."

Teddy quickly tried to smooth things over: "We have black friends too, and Rango and I both agree that God is also black, so how could we be racist?"

"Oh?" Nick asked in surprise, "Do you really think so?"

"Of course." Teddy spread his hands and said as a matter of course: "If you don't believe me, look, God's believers all call him father, but they have never seen him. Who else could this God be but a black man?"

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Nick Fury was furious, and just as he was about to point at these guys and scold them, he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

A huge shadow loomed behind him. Before he could turn around, Nick felt his head tighten, and then his vision went dark - Moffitt actually swallowed him in one gulp!
“Damn?!”

Teddy quickly went over and grabbed Moffitt's leg, shouting in panic, "Spit him out quickly! Although this thing is black, it's not a stone. It will upset your stomach!"

After some frantic pulling, Nick finally saw the light of day again, looking disheveled and full of anger.

He glared at the people in front of him, took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress the frustration in his heart, turned around and strode out of the villa, cursing in his heart.

I shouldn't have come here!
However, when he reached the gate, his steps stopped involuntarily.

In the corridor outside the door, Rango was complaining to his phone: "This house is occupied by a black man dressed as a pirate. How can I still live here? Who knows if he has soiled my bed? Tony, help me change to another villa."

"Oh my god!" Nick couldn't bear it anymore.

Washington, the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D. - the Triskelion Building.

In a quiet lounge, Rango leaned lazily on a chair, looking through the glass wall at the busy staff passing by.

Unfortunately, there was no familiar face, let alone Black Widow and Hawkeye, even Hill and Agent Coulson were not seen.

The only one who looked somewhat familiar was a burly man named Crossbones. He remembered that in the movie, these people seemed to be spies from Hydra who infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D.

But Whatever!
The reason he joined was not to help SHIELD to restore order, even if all the top leaders were Hydra people, it had nothing to do with him.

All Rango needs is the addresses of superhumans with powerful abilities across North America that SHIELD has, so that he can establish connections with these future avengers in advance and bring them back home in the future.

Well, by this calculation, wouldn’t I have replaced Coulson and become the chief of the newbie village for superheroes?
Just as his thoughts were drifting away, the door of the lounge was quietly pushed open, and a muscular man in a dark jacket walked into the room. His iconic hip curve immediately attracted Rango's attention.

When he saw Rango and the others, he was stunned for a moment, then he put on a forced smile and nodded slightly to them, then pulled a chair and sat down, his face looking a little gloomy.

"Um"

Rango and Teddy looked at each other, and both of them raised their eyebrows slightly. Such a recognizable American hip, plus a strong physique and a familiar face.
Captain America Steve Rogers?

He should be the one who was in Nick Fury's office just now. Now it seems that the two of them were having an unpleasant conversation. Even Captain America, who usually has a good temper, had a sullen look on his face.

"cough"

Rango broke the silence at the right time and dragged a chair to sit next to him, "Captain America?"

Captain America looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, glanced at the smiling man beside him, slowly shook it, nodded and said, "Just call me Stephen, the name Captain is outdated."

Rango waved his hands and shook his head when he saw this. “How could that be? Who would deal with the Germans and the Japs? It’s the Star-Spangled Man with big plans.”

He sang a few lines from an old Captain America commercial he had heard on TV, and then introduced himself: "I'm Rango, maybe we'll be colleagues in the future."

"is it?"

Captain America looked at Rango seriously, then he thought of something and shook his head with a wry smile, "Actually, I've been thinking about retirement. When I woke up, seventy years had passed in the world. Everything changed so fast that I still can't adapt."

Rango nodded slightly. It looked like this guy had just been thawed not long ago.

He pretended to understand and sighed: "Actually, I understand how you feel. Strictly speaking, you and I are the same kind of people."

"Oh?" Captain America asked in surprise, "You have also been asleep for seventy years?"

"No, it's just that."

Rango put his arm around the man's shoulder and sighed, "I'm just as dissatisfied with the current collapse of American etiquette as you are. My grandfather was from Texas, and I grew up in New York. Like you, I'm from the old American Plain White Flag. I can understand your displeasure when you wake up and find a black man yelling at you and giving you orders."

".I don't understand what you are saying."

Captain America frowned slightly, "Maybe you have some misunderstandings about me."

"OK." Rango shrugged and said, "I just want to tell you that I'm your guy."

At this time, a staff member was knocking on the door outside and calling his name. Rango stood up and patted Captain America on the shoulder, saying seriously: "Remember my name, Captain. I think this will never be the last time we meet."

Looking at his back, Captain America smiled somewhat confusedly.

What a strange man.

Not long after, outside the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

After interacting with Nick, Rango has returned to McQueen's car.

In his hand, he was holding a thick stack of documents, which contained detailed records of many guys with the potential to become superheroes hiding around the world.

Rango flipped through the pages casually and, as expected, saw a lot of very familiar faces.

"OK guys!"

He slapped the steering wheel and declared loudly, "Let's go! It's time for another classic Rango adventure!"

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(End of this chapter)