Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 59: Rat Man: "My grandfather will express his gratitude to you."

"Fake!"

Rango cursed, and the fast food bag in his hand was thrown into the air in an instant, rushing quickly in the direction of Emma's scream.

After a second or two, his figure turned into an afterimage and disappeared on the spot with red electric light.

At this time, in the woods at the edge of the service area.

A wolf-like monster with tattered clothes on its body was holding a girl in red by the collar with its sharp fangs and moving quickly through the woods.

The girl's cries for help and the monster's heavy breathing intertwined, echoing in the quiet forest.

Behind her was a bush that the guy had crushed with his body, leaving behind a series of shocking marks.

"Put me down!"

Emma struggled hard and threatened: "When my uncle catches you, you'll be dead!"

A complex emotion flashed across the gray wolf's eyes, but was immediately swallowed up by an even more insane bloodthirsty desire.

It now has only one thought, to return to its hidden tree house as soon as possible and then have a hearty meal!
As the speed continued to increase, the guy rushed into the depths of the forest in the blink of an eye.

Not far away, a towering tree stood, with a simple wooden house vaguely visible on its top.

That is where it hides and enjoys itself.

After arriving at the destination, the gray wolf finally slowed down. It let go of Emma and said in a low and strange voice:

"Don't be afraid, we're almost home. Don't blame me, you can only blame yourself for wearing the wrong clothes."

It looked down at Emma, ​​with a crazy light flashing in its eyes. "Originally, there was some 'food' in the house, but unfortunately, I can't hold back my desire to kill when I see a girl in red. Don't worry, I will act quickly and you won't even feel any pain."

Before he finished speaking, the gray wolf was ready to extend its saliva-covered tongue to lick Emma's delicate skin.

However, at this moment, a dazzling red flash of lightning flashed through the woods like lightning and hit the monster accurately.

The giant wolf that was in front of Emma the last second disappeared in an instant.

boom--!
There was a flash of lightning, and Emma felt dizzy. Then she heard the loud noise of falling trees and the monster's shrill howl behind her.

Rango grabbed the gray wolf's neck hair tightly, and used the characteristics of the [sports car head] to push it all the way, and all the trees in front were broken!
"What the hell, you blind bastard!"

Rango punched the bastard in the head, then kicked him hard in the stomach!

"Woo."

Under the violent collision and blows, the miserable werewolf let out painful cries.

Rango looked around, his eyes fixed on a huge piece of granite in the distance.

He picked up the thing and strode towards the stone.

When he arrived, he exerted force and slammed the wolf's head into the hard stone surface.

Snapped--!
Suddenly, blood splattered everywhere and the monster's face was covered with hideous wounds.

However, this is just the beginning.

Rango placed the guy's head on the stone surface again and took a few steps back.

Then he took a running start and leapt forward, hitting the gray wolf's head hard with an elbow from the sky.

After this attack, the guy who originally looked like a gray wolf gradually turned into a human form.

A naked old man with gray hair!

Emma also ran over in a hurry at this time. Rango immediately covered her eyes and checked if she was injured.

Fortunately, the werewolf only bit her clothes and did not leave any wounds on her body.

"Uncle, is he a werewolf?" Emma turned her head and hugged his legs and asked curiously.

Rango nodded slightly. Although the wolf-like figure in front of him was much smaller than Luke in Shadowhunters whom he saw last time, he was undoubtedly a werewolf as he could change into a human and a wolf at the same time.

"Forgive me"

The werewolf who had transformed back into human form trembled and begged for mercy, his voice full of despair, "I have never hurt a human before, this is the first time, please."

Rango snorted coldly, and when he was about to speak, Emma suddenly whispered something to him.

Rango's eyes changed slightly as he looked towards the tree house hidden in a big tree not far away.

He then pulled out a semi-automatic pistol from his waist and mercilessly fired several shots at the werewolf, accurately hitting its limbs.

After making sure that he was completely incapable of moving, he turned and walked towards the wooden house. Just as he was about to climb, Emma jumped onto his back lightly, wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, and whispered, "I want to go up and take a look, too."

After thinking about it, Rango did not refuse. He carried her on his back and quickly climbed to the top of the tree, then jumped into the wooden house.

As soon as they entered the door, a pungent fishy smell hit them in the face, making them frown.

The room was in a mess, with cans and bottles scattered all over the floor, and on the simple bed, there was a little girl about Emma's age tied up.

Rango took a closer look and found that the girl was quite cute, but very thin.

He raised his hand to untie her, but the sleeping girl seemed to sense the movement outside.

The next second, in Rango's eyes, the girl who originally had a human face suddenly turned into a monkey-like face with a few long whiskers standing up on both sides of her mouth, making her look like a rat.

"Ratman?"

"What?" Emma asked curiously.

Rango shook his head without responding. Unlike Emma, ​​his eyes had been blessed by Amos with hundred-year-old holy water, so he could clearly see through the disguises of these aliens.

He soothed her softly, "Don't be afraid. We are here to save you. The werewolf is half dead down there."

After saying this, he gently untied the girl, secretly thanking himself for arriving in time.

"Thank you." The girl huddled in the corner warily and thanked in a low voice.

Emma seemed very interested in her and asked her, "Do you know the way home? Do you want us to take you home?"

“No need.” The girl immediately shook her head and said, “My home is in the next town. I can walk back by myself.”

"I'm Emma, ​​what's your name?"

"Anya. Anya Taylor-Joy."

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Rango didn't pay attention to the conversation between the two little girls. His attention was attracted by a wooden cabinet beside the bed.

He opened it and saw that it was filled with a pile of red clothes, about the same size as Emma's.

Rango's face turned cold. He took a deep breath and said, "Emma."

When Emma looked over, an automatic pistol had been thrown in front of her.

"Kill it, and remember to shoot it in the head a few more times."

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Not long after, Rango brought the two little girls back to the service area safely.

"Are you sure you don't need us to take you home?" Rango asked Anya, who was like a little adult.

"Thank you, but no thanks, my house is very close." Anya smiled and shook her head.

Then, with a serious attitude beyond her age, she made a request to Rango: "Can you tell me where your home is? When I go back, I will tell my grandfather what happened today, and he will express his gratitude to you."

"No need to thank me. If you want to see me next time, just go to the New York Museum of Natural History in the evening."

"Uh-huh!"

Anya nodded vigorously, then trotted briskly and disappeared from their sight.

"A mouse's thanks?"

Rango's lips curled up into a faint smile. He thought that he was not going to send him some gold, silver or treasure from the sewer.

In the evening, the dusk deepened in Boston.

Following the address given by Amos, McQueen slowly stopped at the door of a white villa.

"It's called a college, but why does it look like someone else's home?"

Rango glanced out the window and saw a four-story villa. Although it was not small, it did not look like a college at all.

Just as he was about to get out of the car and ring the doorbell, a low and steady engine sound broke the silence around him.

A stretched limousine slowly drove over and eventually stopped side by side with their vehicle, as if on purpose.

The car door opened gently, and a middle-aged couple, well-dressed and with an upper-class demeanor, walked out gracefully.

Following closely behind was a little girl who was about the same age as Emma. She was wearing a long black dress, black eyeshadow, and even black lipstick!
What surprised Rango the most was that there was a strange broken hand on the girl's shoulder, which crawled as flexibly as a spider!
(End of this chapter)