Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 58 Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf

On the interstate highway.

A burgundy Viper sports car was leisurely passing by, its body shining coolly in the sun.

"What I mean is that the Americans have no right to stop Mexicans from sneaking in."

"Even California in this country was taken by Mexico. If you don't believe me, just look at the place names in California. San Diego, San Francisco, San Jose, and any place that starts with the word "San" were once all Mexican territories!"

On the dashboard, Teddy was very excited, gesticulating and making an impassioned speech to the two children in front of him.

"Even this land doesn't belong to the white guys, they stole it from the Indians."

"Look at what the textbook says, 'We discovered America'?"

"Fuck! Someone has lived here for a long time. What the hell did they find?"

"According to this logic, I can now 'find' all the cars on this road!"

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Upon hearing this, Rango clapped his hands in agreement and began to comment on historical figures.

"That's a very correct view. In my opinion, among the leaders of our country, only Roosevelt is a tough guy. The others are not so good, especially Lincoln."

"Fuck Lincoln! Fuck the Emancipation Proclamation!"

Teddy immediately cursed, "If it weren't for that bastard, Rango, do you believe that we could keep a dozen black guys in each of our backyards? This bastard has deprived us of the right to keep black guys!"

"And that guy Martin Luther King, I beat him up more than a dozen times in the museum, and the black guy finally admitted that he stole his speech!"

"Hahaha, good job, guys!" Rango and Teddy high-fived and laughed.

"I'm sorry, I have to remind you."

At this time, Megan, who had been silent in the co-pilot seat, suddenly spoke up: "When Emma is around, I hope you can try to reduce ZZQS jokes and political jokes. Considering her age..."

Rango and Teddy looked at each other, shrugged helplessly, and shouted in unison: "Shut up!"

Since Megan was summoned, this sentence has to be repeated dozens of times almost every day.

Rango smiled and looked down at Emma, ​​who was sleeping in his arms, and gently transferred her into Megan's arms.

This morning, despite the director's threat of "get out if you do that again", Rango successfully applied for vacation.

After returning home to rest, they boarded McQueen and began their journey to the Witch Academy.

At first she thought Emma would choose to go to Nevermore College. After all, it was a formal school with many students, which was suitable for children of Emma's age.

But maybe because girls are naturally curious about witches, Emma didn't hesitate at all and directly decided to go to the Witch Academy.

So after completing the transfer procedures for her, Rango went to Boston as soon as he took leave.

Unlike the last time when they rushed to get the exorcism tools left by Amos and his grandfather, this time they had plenty of time.

So along the way, everyone was in the mindset of a spring outing, feeling very happy and relaxed.

The car drove steadily on the road, and soon the service area ahead came into view.

Rango tapped the steering wheel. "Let's go to the service area and take a rest, McQueen. There's no need to rush."

"Okay, boss!" A playful OK gesture appeared on the dashboard, and then the sports car turned gracefully and slowly drove into the service area.

After a while.

A group of people sat around an open-air dining table in front of the parking lot, which was filled with typical American fast food such as hamburgers and fried chicken. The surrounding environment was very pleasant, with the vast plains and the blue sky complementing each other, forming a refreshing natural picture.

Rango took a bite of the burger, chewed it twice, and shook his head helplessly.

The food is just a bit inferior and does not match the beautiful scenery.

He leisurely lit a cigarette, his eyes casually swept across the opposite side, and then he was surprised to find that Teddy was actually writing something on a piece of paper.

The originally white paper looked extremely unsightly after he scribbled on it.

"What are you doing Teddy? Sketching?"

"Uh," Teddy hesitated for a moment and said embarrassedly, "Do you still remember Rebecca?"

Rango nodded. Rebecca was the tour guide who greeted them when they first went to the museum to apply for a job.

A mature woman with still some charm.

Teddy raised his eyebrows and continued, "I've been pursuing her recently, so I plan to express my love to her by writing a love letter. You know, women always like talented men."

"Love letter?" Rango glanced at the scribbles on the guy's paper. "Fuck, you wrote it like a blackmail letter!"

As he spoke, he picked up the paper and began to read with a frown:
"Dear Rebecca, I'm on my way to Boston. When I eat my burger, I think of your plump breasts. When I suck on my Coke, I wish I had a straw in my mouth instead of a straw."

Rango couldn't read any more and crumpled the paper in his hand. "You call this a love letter? Believe me, if Rebecca saw what you wrote, she would immediately apply for personal protection from the police."

Without waiting for Teddy to refute, he pointed to the notebook in front of the guy and said seriously: "Do it again, this time I speak and you write."

Then, Rango took a deep puff of cigarette, sorted out his thoughts, and spoke slowly:
“Dear Rebecca, When I think of you, I think of the beautiful plains of Iowa.”

"The distance between us weighs me down."

“My time and journey without you are meaningless to me.”

“Being in love with you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

“I feel it deeply every day that I live.”

"I loved you the day I met you, I love you today, and I will continue to love you for the rest of my life."

Teddy listened in shock, quickly writing down every word with a pen in his hand, and finally exclaimed: "Damn! Rango, you are such a natural poet! This love letter is so fucking romantic!"

Rango smiled lightly when he heard this. Although the English in the United States has its own unique features, it cannot compare with the delicacy and richness of Chinese in expressing deep affection.

Just these few words were easy for him to come up with.

Emma beside him obviously couldn't stand Teddy's noisy appearance. After taking a light bite of the egg tart in her hand, she jumped lightly from the bench and ran to the other side.

Rango asked with concern: "Where are you going Emma?"

"Bathroom." Emma said without turning back.

The girl was wearing a bright red dress today, paired with small leather shoes of the same color, making her particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

Rango looked at her back and shook his head helplessly. Ever since he beat her up, Emma was no longer as close to him as before.

A few minutes later, just as Rango was about to pack up and hit the road again, a terrified cry for help suddenly came from the bushes not far away: "Uncle!"

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(End of this chapter)