Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 22 "You're the coolest uncle!"

Three minutes ago.

"There are people with guns in bars, hotels, and gas stations. If you rob them, they'll blow your heads off!"

"But restaurants are different. When have you ever seen a restaurant with bodyguards? With guns?"

"Yeah, they definitely wouldn't have thought someone would rob a restaurant."

"And here, no one will try to be a hero. You know what's the best thing? Restaurants, like banks, are usually insured. The manager doesn't care how much money you want to rob. He just wants to get you out of here as soon as possible!"

"By the way, look around, almost all the tables are full. There are countless customers and countless wallets! After we rob the cash register, we can make a lot of money from them!"

"good idea!"

"Do you want to do it or not?"

"What do you think? I can't wait!"

The two kissed each other deeply, saying:

"I love you, Pumpkin."

"I love you more, little white rabbit."

After saying this, the two of them jumped up with guns!
(From the movie Pulp Fiction)
"Fake."

Seeing the man and woman threatening everyone with guns not far away, Rango couldn't help but curse inwardly.

This was the first time that he, as an uncle, took Emma out for dinner and they encountered such a terrible thing. How could this male and female duo be so blind!
"Do not be afraid."

Rango glanced at the man and woman who were checking money at the cash register, and then comforted Emma, ​​"They are just two petty thieves. They will leave on their own after they steal the money."

Emma nodded, not quite understanding. She stared at the robber who was holding the manager at gunpoint, and whispered, "Won't they kill people?"

"kill?"

Rango glanced over there and said firmly, "I don't think they have the ability to do that. Gangsters who dare to shoot and kill people will not choose to rob in a restaurant."

"Don't worry," he gently held Emma's hand on the table and said seriously, "With me here, no one can hurt you."

Feeling the warmth in her palm, Emma smiled, then deliberately leaned over the table and whispered in Rango's ear, "Will you catch them?"

Looking at the expectation in Emma's eyes, Rango shook his head slowly and said softly: "Catching criminals is the job of the police. My job is to take good care of you."

Hearing this answer, Emma was obviously a little disappointed. She silently shrank back into her seat and turned her attention to the pair of thieves.

Rango smiled helplessly. He could understand Emma's fantasy of wanting her relatives to become heroes, but it was not easy to be a hero.

Of course, if it were just him and Teddy, he wouldn't mind fighting a crime, but now he had to prioritize Emma's safety. He didn't want to see any accidents happen to his sister's children.

After all, he is not strong enough to catch bullets with his bare hands.

At this time, at the cashier counter, it only took a short while for the male robber in charge of robbing the counter to clean out all the cash inside and throw it into the black trash can at hand.

After weighing the bag, he winked at the female robber who was holding all the customers at gunpoint, signaling her to keep watch on the door.

Then he swung the gun in his hand and walked arrogantly between the tables, threatening customers with the gun to hand over their belongings.

After seeing this scene, Rango, who originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business, frowned slightly.

The bastard was so greedy, not only did he rob the counter, he also set his sights on the customers.

After thinking about it, he took out his wallet and placed it on the table.

In the United States, basically any transaction over two hundred US dollars will be paid by credit card, so except for those doing gray business, almost no one will carry large amounts of cash.

Rango, who was born and raised here for many years, is no exception. He has only more than 300 US dollars in his wallet, which is not even as valuable as the bag that contains them.

Just think of it as a way to avoid disaster by spending money.

After a while, the man swaggered over to their table carrying the increasingly heavy garbage bag.

After glancing at the guy with disdain, Rango pointed at the wallet on the table, indicating that he could take it.

"I like your self-awareness."

The male robber opened the wallet and took a look. After seeing the small amount of cash inside, he shrugged and threw it directly into the trash bag.

Just as he was about to move to the next table, he suddenly stopped and looked at Rango's wrist with sharp eyes.

"Ooooh look what I found?"

The guy stared at Rango's watch and laughed, "I knew I would meet a rich guy today!" Then he put the gun to Rango's forehead and threatened arrogantly, "Take off your watch and give it to me! Don't do anything stupid, I just want money."

Feeling the cold touch of the gun muzzle, Rango looked at the guy with some displeasure.

This watch was given to him by Le Corbusier when he was in Africa. It was a Vacheron Constantin worth tens of thousands of dollars. When the curator first saw it, he thought it was a fake watch. He didn't expect that this time a petty thief could see through it.

Seeing that he didn't make any move, the robber, who was still excited at this time, was about to pull the safety to scare this guy. However, when he glanced at Emma who had been silent opposite him, he sneered and turned the gun around.

"I'll say this one last time," he pointed at Emma's head and said to Rango in a deep voice, "Take that damn watch off and give it to me!"

"Uncle." Emma, ​​who had been calm, now had a flash of fear on her face and looked at Rango cautiously.

"OK, it's yours."

Rango took off his watch and looked at the guy deeply.

He had already decided to ask Kevin to investigate these two people. This was Queens, and no one knew the situation here better than those black people.

By the time.
Just when Rango was thinking about how to teach them a lesson afterwards, this guy was still not satisfied and shouted, "And your pockets, turn out everything inside and show me! A damn rich man like you, who knows if you have anything good in your pockets!"

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Rango looked at the guy speechlessly. He was right. In his pocket was a pair of gold brass knuckles and a Colt revolver that could be called a work of art.

"Turn it out!"

Seeing that he remained silent, the male robber was even more certain that this guy was hiding something valuable, so he put the muzzle of the gun in his hand directly against Emma's temple, ready to shoot if they disagreed.

Seeing this, Rango shrugged and sighed, then looked at him and slowly said: "Puxi~ (soft egg)"

Under the effect of [Bear's Taunt], the male robber who had originally pointed the gun at Emma suddenly became furious as if he was possessed by a demon, and immediately aimed the gun at Rango!

But just as he swung his arm, Rango jumped up from the sofa like lightning, quickly grabbed the robber's gun wrist, and bent it backwards. With his cry of pain, the pistol fell to the ground.

Catching the pistol in mid-air, Rango shot at the roaring female robber on the other side without hesitation. The bullet hit her arm instantly. At the same time as the gun was knocked down, the powerful inertia knocked the woman to the ground!
The situation changed dramatically in the blink of an eye.

Rango raised his foot and kicked the male robber's knee. After he knelt on the ground in pain, he grabbed his neck and slammed his head against the dining table in front of him.

Then he pressed the guy's head on the table and stared at him fiercely, "Do you want to know what's in my clothes?!" he cursed.

Snapped--!
As he said that, he slammed the revolver at his waist on the table, "Now you know?!"

"Me me me"

The male robber was so frightened that his lips were trembling and he couldn't utter a word. Just now a bullet had grazed his ear, and now he could still hear his girlfriend's painful groans on the ground.

"I'm sorry! Please forgive us!"

Looking at the trembling guy, Rango snorted disdainfully, then kicked him away.

He snapped his fingers twice at the restaurant manager who was staring blankly at the place not far away, "Hey? Still looking? Call the police!"

"Ah? Oh oh! I'll report it now!"

The manager quickly ran to the phone and called 911. He still hasn't recovered from the situation.

The two robbers who were so ferocious just a second ago, collapsed on the ground like two dead dogs in the blink of an eye.

Rango took out his wallet and watch from the trash can and was about to comfort Emma when cheers suddenly rang out around him.

The customers around him applauded and gave him thumbs up to show their appreciation.

Rango smiled at them, then looked at Emma, ​​who was already stunned.

"Are you scared?"

He promised guiltily: "It's my fault this time, but I promise it will never happen again."

"No! This is totally cool!"

Emma shook her head excitedly and threw herself into his arms, "You're the coolest uncle in the world!"

“The coolest uncle”

After hearing this name, Rango's heart seemed to be filled, and his eyes were full of satisfaction.

Then he stroked Emma's head gently, with a hint of mystery in his eyes.

"Do you think this is cool enough?"

(End of this chapter)