Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 209 "Hello, Superman!" (asking for monthly tickets)
The Boston Marathon, the oldest marathon in the world, is also one of the six major marathons in the world.

However, it was an unfortunate terrorist attack that made his name even more engraved in the public memory.

Two teenagers of Middle Eastern appearance used a crude homemade rice cooker bomb and detonated it at the event site, causing casualties among hundreds of innocent people.

With this move, the Boston Marathon became famous instantly. Even Rango in his previous life had heard of it and had seen the movie of the same name, "The Boston Marathon".

Without further ado, at this moment, the small town of Hopkins in Boston is already a sea of ​​people. The red isolation lines meander like blood vessels, decorating both sides of the road with extraordinary bustle.

People were shoulder to shoulder, crowding both sides of the road, as if the horrific terrorist attack a few years ago had never left a shadow on this land.

At the same time, a group of young men and women with mysterious interlocking triangle patterns branded on their arms were staring at the figure in front of the team with fanatical eyes.

These guys with Odin's knot tattoos on their bodies are all fanatics of Norse mythology scattered on the Internet. They were united by Jacob using various means, and they have only one goal today - to eliminate the souls of those who believe in paganism in their eyes in exchange for the qualification to enter the Valhalla in Norse mythology after their death.

And Jacob, the leader in the eyes of this group of believers, was leisurely playing with the berserker's staff in his hand.

The power contained in this artifact, which is said to be a relic of an Asgardian warrior, has made him regard himself as an extraordinary being.

His eyes wandered among the laughing families and couples around him, full of disdain and disgust, as if he had already surpassed these ordinary people and become a true "God"!
He thought to himself that once these so-called Anglo-Saxon pagans were wiped out, he would be bathed in supreme glory, step into Valhalla, and transform into an awe-inspiring berserker in Norse mythology.

Well, although it sounds ridiculous, this is indeed his plan.

Well, let’s not worry about whether the Nordic Germans and Anglo-Saxons are the same race, or whether the Viking pirates or Anglo-Saxon bandits are more righteous.

But at least this guy, who looks like a middle school boy, is quite capable of taking action.

Just after escaping from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s pursuit, he planned this even more horrific terrorist attack.

"call"

As the crowd continued to gather around him, Jacob suddenly raised the berserker staff in his hand and let out a low and ancient war cry.

This roar was like a horn, instantly igniting the fanaticism of hundreds of believers behind him. They roared in unison, and some even raised their hands and clapped them hard. The fanatical momentum instantly attracted the attention of the surrounding citizens.

It was the first time for many people to see the Viking war cry. They took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and some people cheered for them, thinking that this was a performance specially arranged by the organizer.

However, this moment of tranquility and joy was completely broken in the next second.

When the roar of these believers came to an abrupt end, it was replaced by the cold metallic luster of submachine guns and semi-automatic rifles taken out from backpacks.

"Waterfa?!"

bang bang bang-

A series of deafening gunshots suddenly rang out, instantly tearing apart the atmosphere of laughter.

Many innocent onlookers were shot several times and fell in a pool of blood before they could figure out what was happening. Wailing and screaming rang out one after another. The originally vibrant stadium instantly turned into a purgatory on earth, full of chaos and despair.

At this moment, at an altitude of ten thousand meters, a fighter plane was flying through the clouds at extreme speed.

Looking at the live marathon footage on the display, Coulson and the others' faces were so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip from them.

"Faster!"

"This is already the fastest! We'll be there in about ten minutes!"

"ten minutes?"

Coulson couldn't help but bite his lip. With the firepower of these guys, he didn't know how many innocent citizens would die within ten minutes.

"Skye, what's the situation at the scene?" He forced himself to calm down and asked Skye beside him.

Sky's fingers jumped quickly on the keyboard, and the screen kept refreshing the police dispatch information of major police stations in Boston.

"The police force has responded quickly and is rushing to the scene. There are also police officers on duty at the scene."

"They can't hold back."

Coulson sighed softly. At this moment, the satellite footage on the screen showed that the police officers who were maintaining order at the scene were holding their guns and fighting back cautiously.

However, every time their bullets were fired at Jacob and the others, the berserker staff would emit a purple wave of air to deflect the bullets.

The stray bullets even accidentally injured many citizens who were fleeing in a hurry, causing the police officers to not dare to shoot easily for fear of injuring more innocent people.

Coulson, who is always good-tempered, slammed the table angrily. This Jacob escaped from his hands. If he had successfully caught him last time, what happened today would not have happened!

"Any news about Rango?" He turned his head and asked in a deep voice.

Skye hesitated and shook his head. "The satellite detected a hypersonic object moving towards Boston, but the picture is blurry and we can't confirm whether it is Rango."

"Definitely is!"

Coulson seemed to have seen a life-saving straw and asked anxiously, "At his speed, how long will it take for him to arrive at the scene?"

"About. Two minutes?"

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On the ground, Boston was now shrouded in despair and fear.

Jacob stood in the middle of the marathon track, surrounded by endless wailing and despair, but with a twisted and satisfied smile on his face.

Half a month ago, he was just a college student who liked to study Norse mythology, but since he got the cane, he has become a god who can dominate the lives of ordinary people!

boom--

Purple energy gushed out from the staff, like the god of death's scythe, ruthlessly reaping the lives around it.

He waved his cane wantonly on the track, and every swing was accompanied by the disappearance of countless lives, as if the whole world was under his control.

"Today, let your blood forge the glory of my Asgard Berserker!" His voice echoed in the chaotic air, full of madness and arrogance.

Then, the energy in the staff raged like a tidal wave, blowing the crowd away like straw, leaving behind a shocking silence.

"Hahaha"

Jacob completely degenerated into the embodiment of madness. The energy in his staff was like a greedy beast, constantly devouring and amplifying the darkness in his heart, transforming him into a ruthless reaper of lives. All that was left in his eyes was indifference to life and fanaticism for power.

At this moment, on the street not far from here.

A little boy dressed like Superman, wearing a blue tights and a cape, witnessed all this. A trace of determination flashed across his young face. He bit his lips, mustered up his courage, broke free from his mother who was holding him tightly, and ran to the center of the road.

"Clark—!"

Seeing this, the mother shouted and tried to catch up with the child, but she was trapped in the crowd and could not move at all. She could only shout helplessly: "Come back Clark!"

boom!
At the same time, Jacob, who was waving his cane around, also noticed a little boy with glasses and a red cloak standing a few dozen meters away from him.

"Oh~" Jacob slowly stopped and said with a teasing look in his eyes: "Look what I found, Superman?! Hahaha."

He turned his head to look at the fanatics following him and said with a playful smile: "Brave boy ah? America has fallen to the point where it needs heroes from anime to save them!"

"Hahaha"

The fanatics who had already fallen into madness laughed loudly, and their eyes were full of cruelty when they looked at the little boy in front of them.

"Please." The boy's mother was stopped by the police not far away and was shouting at the top of her lungs: "Spare my child!"

"laugh"

Jacob sneered disdainfully, played with his cane and slowly moved forward step by step. He stared at the boy in front of him and smiled coldly, "Come on, I'll give you a chance, Superman. Let me see your Cyclops, hahahaha."

However, the little boy named Clark did not back down. He straightened his small body, mustered up his courage, and stared at Jacob with wide eyes.

But unfortunately, no lasers shot out of it, only more valuable courage and integrity.

"Tsk." Jacob pulled a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth, "That's it, Superman. Goodbye."

He raised his staff, and purple energy gathered at the tip of the staff, as if to devour all the lives that stood in his way.

Many people present, including the citizens who were watching the news broadcast on TV and Coulson and others on the fighter plane, could not help but turn their heads slightly, unable to bear to watch the next scene.

Om-!
But at this moment, two extremely dazzling red lasers streaked across the sky, like a judgment from heaven, hitting Jacob accurately, knocking his body flying in an instant and causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

The little boy, who was staring with his eyes wide open, turned his head in surprise and saw a tall man floating in the air, looking at him with a smile.

"Hello, Superman."

"!!!" The little boy widened his eyes, his pupils full of disbelief, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.

Rango smiled and rubbed the boy's head. "You are the bravest child I have ever seen. Now I will take care of these bastards. Can you take care of your mother?"

"Yeah!" The boy nodded excitedly, as if he was greatly encouraged.

"Go, little man." Rango picked him up and gently threw him to the police.

Then, his gaze returned to the fanatic leader Jacob who was knocked away in the distance.

Thanks to the protection of his cane, he was not cut in half by the heat vision like the opponent Rango had encountered before.

The guy struggled to get up from the ground and looked at Rango with disbelief in his eyes. If he wasn't hallucinating just now, the man in front of him could not only fly, but also shoot lasers from his eyes? !

"How can it be"

Jacob stared at Rango, his lips moving: "How did you do that?"

"With your IQ, it's hard for me to explain these things to you."

Rango smiled faintly, his eyes swept over the panicked citizens around him, and the red light in his eyes slowly extinguished.

With so many people watching, it's better to be as gentle as possible.

"Surrender, you have no chance." His voice was low and powerful, giving the guys on the opposite side a final ultimatum.

"Haha. Just you? Do you think we are desperate?" Jacob sneered and shouted at his followers beside him: "Shoot!"

Bang bang bang——!
Countless bullets were fired at Rango in an instant, but the moment they touched his body, it was as if they had hit an alloy, the bullet heads were directly flattened and fell weakly to the ground.

"Wow." Skye opened his mouth wide when he saw this scene on the plane.

It turns out that not only can he fly and have laser eyes, but his body is also bulletproof. No wonder he gave himself the nickname Superman.

But the crisis was not resolved. A more powerful energy wave condensed and formed in the hail of bullets, heading straight for Rango.

Faced with this attack that was about to be launched, Rango showed no fear. He straightened his chest and faced it head-on.

In an instant, smoke and dust rose up!
Jacob sneered. He had done some experiments before. The energy shock from the Berserker's staff was enough to turn steel into powder. Even if this guy's body was bulletproof,
But the next second, this confidence collapsed instantly.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a tall figure walked out as if nothing had happened. Only his torn clothes could prove what had just happened.

"It's over, isn't it?"

Rango looked at him and said casually: "Now, it's my turn."

Before he finished speaking, he had disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only a residual shadow.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar sounded, and the place where Jacob was standing turned into ruins. The ground collapsed instantly, and a huge pit appeared in the middle of the road!
Rango stepped on this guy condescendingly, his eyes revealing unquestionable majesty: "It seems that you haven't figured out yet, I am the end of you!"

boom!
Boom boom!

He stomped on the guy's head with his feet, and each time he stepped on it, there was a dull roar. The ground seemed unable to withstand the force, and cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

A strong shock wave swept around with Rango as the center, shaking the air and forcing the surrounding fanatics and spectators to grit their teeth and keep their bodies steady. Their eyes were filled with disbelief and shock, as if they had witnessed a miracle.

In the pit, Jacob's energy shield, which had seemed indestructible, seemed so fragile in the face of Rango's unparalleled strength. With a crisp "bang", it shattered, turned into points of light, and dissipated into nothingness.

"oops~"

Rango smiled jokingly and asked, "Any other tricks?"

"."

Jacob's face turned pale when he heard this. He tightly grasped his cane and twisted his body with difficulty, trying to make a final counterattack.

However, the Berserker's staff, which was once invincible and contained the power of Asgard, was as powerless as a child's toy in front of Rango. The purple energy shocks continued to collide with Rango's defense, but only aroused bursts of faint fluorescence, which then dissipated without causing any effect on him.

Rango shook his head in disappointment. He could feel the power of Asgard contained in the staff, but this power was too weak. It was almost as weak as the electric current that surged through Thor's body when he was excited. How could it possibly hurt him?

"That's enough for the fun."

He suddenly grabbed Jacob's cane, and with a slight tug, he forcibly snatched it from the other's hand.

"NO!" Jacob wailed, "Give it back to me! Give me back my cane!"

"Quiet!" Rango stepped on the guy's face to block his words, then frowned and played with the berserker's staff in his hand, which was about one meter long and carved with silver patterns.

There was a magical power invading from his palm, trying to spread the dark side of his heart. However, when this power touched the older and more powerful energy in his body, it was instantly suppressed without a trace.

It seems that this cane also has the effect of influencing people's hearts.
Strange, Rango wrinkled his nose. He thought he had seen many superhero movies, but he seemed to have never seen such a cane appear.

"Please give me back my cane!"

Jacob had completely lost his former arrogance at this moment. He fell to his knees with tears streaming down his face, begging Rango: "I am a berserker from Asgard, and I have not yet entered Valhalla."

"Hall of Valor?"

Rango sneered and interrupted his fantasy, "Don't think too much, man, killing civilians will only lead to hell."

After he finished speaking, he hooked the guy up from the ground, then kicked him like a dead dog and directly kicked him to the police who were guarding outside the cordon not far away.

The crowd burst into thunderous cheers. The fear and anxiety in their hearts were replaced by the joy of victory at this moment. Many people excitedly shouted "Superman!" and regarded Rango as the hero who saved them.

"Thank you~3Q~"

Rango smiled and raised his hand to greet everyone around him, then he turned his gaze to the hundreds of Viking believers in the middle of the road who were holding guns and looking confused.

Most people were so frightened by Rango's cold and majestic gaze that they dropped their guns and surrendered. However, there were still a few stubborn elements with twisted fire of faith burning in their eyes. They seemed to believe that even death was the glorious road to Valhalla. Therefore, they turned a deaf ear to Rango's warnings and pointed their guns at innocent civilians even more fiercely.

The citizens' hearts were once again in their throats, and the air was filled with tension and anxiety.

But Rango simply ignored their threats. His eyes gleamed red, and beams of blazing light shot out like lasers, accurately cutting off the arms of the gunmen.

Seeing this, the other fanatics who had no other options did not hesitate any longer and frantically pulled the trigger on both sides of the road, trying to take away more civilians before they died.

At this critical moment, a crisp cat's cry suddenly came from the sky.

A little cat with fluorescent blue fur and golden whiskers rushed into the crowd like a god sent from heaven. It shuttled between the citizens at an incredible speed. Every jump was accompanied by the generation of a shield, intercepting the bullets flying towards innocent people one by one.

"Go, go, go~"

"Faster, faster~"

"Don't let me fall, don't let me fall~"

"You can touch my chin and my back, but don't touch anywhere else, meow~"

"."

In front of everyone at the scene, including the billions of viewers watching this terrorist attack on TV, Yumi protected the innocent citizens on both sides like a guardian angel, blocking all bullets with her shield.

Immediately afterwards, another mudslide fell from the sky!

Murphyt, who was still more than one meter tall, opened his mouth, and an unstoppable mudslide swept out like an angry dragon out of the sea, completely swallowing up the group of crazy believers in the turbid torrent.

“You will lose!!!”

The thousands of onlookers on both sides seemed to have pressed the mute button at this moment, watching the scene in front of them in disbelief.

After a long time, a shout rang out at the right time.

"Yeah! Superman and his friends saved us!"

The next second, the crowd's emotions were like a ignited bonfire, and they instantly erupted into deafening cheers.

"Superman! Superman!!"

"Cat Angel! Cat Angel saved me!"

"It's the Cat God!!!"

"."

Rango, who was enjoying the crowd's attention, was stunned.

Something is wrong. Why did the cheers for Yuumi drown out my own?
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(End of this chapter)