Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 67: It’s just the yellow-eyed devil, let’s get him!
late at night.

The room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, and all kinds of empty bottles of beer, liquor, and whiskey were scattered on the coffee table.
Sam and Teddy were both very drunk and were lying on the sofa, hugging each other and snoring evenly.

On the other side, Rango and Dean were sitting on the sofa smoking cigars. Although both of them looked a little drunk in the smoke, they were still conscious.

After the previous conversation, they both understood what was happening around each other.

"You're pushing Sam too hard."

Rango's eyes fell on Sam's tired face, and he shook his head with emotion, "He just graduated from Ivy League, and a bright career prospect is waiting for him, but now he has to run around every day, searching for the traces of the yellow-eyed devil. This is not what he should face now."

Dean smiled when he heard this, a proud smile on his face, "I never forced him. He chose this path himself."

"You may not believe it, but he has memorized all the passages about exorcism in the Bible, just to help me better."

"During this journey, he and I have become more and more compatible, and we have eliminated countless dark creatures. Now people in the south are saying that Sam and I are evil stars, a pair of evil spirits! Wherever we go, the dark creatures there will suffer!"

"Two fools is more like that."

Rango joked, then sighed, "You are a very good brother. I am much worse than you. I can't even take good care of my niece. I have to send her to others to be educated."

Dean patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "Emma's problem cannot be easily solved by anyone. It's already very good that you suppressed her inner malice in the first place and sent her to the Witch Academy."

"The culprit behind all this is the Yellow-Eyed Devil."

Dean's eyes turned fierce when he mentioned this guy. "I don't know what hatred he has with our family. First it was my uncle and his family, then my mother, and now even Emma..."

Having said that, he secretly observed Rango's reaction, as if testing his attitude towards the yellow-eyed devil.

Rango nodded heavily, his eyes gloomy, "It's a pity that this guy has been hiding in hell. We have to find a way to lure this old guy out."

"besides."

Before he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Dean and asked seriously, "Are you hiding something from me? Why, you don't trust me?"

Dean's expression froze on his face. After hesitating for a while, he smiled bitterly and said, "If I can't even trust you, then I really don't know who to trust."

He glanced at Sam who was still sleeping, then leaned over and whispered in Rango's ear.

As he finished his words, Rango's brows furrowed more and more.

"In other words, the Yellow-Eyed Demon planted the seeds of demon blood in Sam when he was young, intending to transform Sam's physique into a demonic body and turn him into a vessel for Lucifer's advent?"

"Yes."

Dean nodded, looking solemn, "Lucifer has disappeared in hell for hundreds of years, and there are many complicated legends about him."

"Some say he was sealed in the deepest part of hell, while others say he has long since perished."

"There are even more outrageous claims that Lucifer got tired of living in hell and gave up his power and landed on earth. There's even a location, which is Los Angeles."

"However, as Lucifer's right-hand man, the Yellow-Eyed Demon firmly believes that he is sealed somewhere in Hell. Only by finding a suitable container can the seal be broken and the legions of Hell be released."

Rango was speechless when he heard this. What the hell is this seal that is so weak? Can it be unlocked by finding a container in the human world?

"etc."

He raised his hand to interrupt Dean's guess, "How did you find out all this?"

"We've seen him!"

Dean said in a deep voice: "In Texas, in addition to Sam, that damn bastard also selected a lot of spare containers, and also prepared seven leaders symbolizing the seven deadly sins for the Hell Legion. The youngest of them is about the same age as Emma."

"Did they fight?" Rango asked.

"Almost! Almost succeeded!!"

Dean clenched his fists in annoyance. "If it weren't for those bitches under his command interfering, I could have killed this bastard with one shot!"

As he spoke, the boy pulled out a revolver from his waist and slammed it on the table.

Rango was stunned when he saw it. Why did this gun look so familiar?
"This gun was left by my father. It is said to be deadly to any dark creature, whether it is a demon or a monster."

Snapped--

There was a hint of pride in Dean's words, but before he finished speaking, Rango actually took out a revolver of a similar shape.

"This gun is from my grandfather."

Rango didn't explain much. He picked up the two guns and compared them. Although the shapes were similar, Dean's gun did not have too many patterns on it, and the color of the bullet was also darker.

How should I put it? It's like a low-profile version.

"How...how come there are two?" Dean was stunned.

"What's so surprising about this? Haven't you seen western movies? The cowboys in those movies all have two revolvers." Rango played with his two guns, with a hint of amusement in his tone: "Yours should be a female one, and mine is a male one, so it may be more powerful."

"You can see that?!"

Dean scratched his head, then reached out to Rango's "gun" and said, "How about we take turns using it?"

"You think beautiful!"

Rango slapped his hand away and put the revolver directly behind his waist.

Seeing Dean's reluctance to leave, he glared at him.

"Still looking? If you keep looking, I'll confiscate this female from you!"

"mean."

Rango smiled, then turned serious, "So this is what you've been hiding from me?"

Dean shook his head, his expression becoming more serious. "There is one more important thing. After we escaped from the Yellow-Eyed Demon last time, we received news that the guy is currently wandering around the world, intending to awaken all the demon seeds he planted, and Sam is his ultimate target. He may come to our door soon."

"We. We really can't find any help."

Dean hesitated and said, "I'm sorry, Rango, if you think we are causing you trouble, Sam and I will leave now."

Snapped--!
Upon hearing this, Rango became furious and slapped Dean on the forehead!
He glared at Dean and cursed, "Do you think I'm afraid of the yellow-eyed devil? I went back to New York just to kill that bastard!"

"You said before that you came back for Emma and your first love." Dean covered his head and retorted with a wronged look.

"Shut up!"

Rango immediately interrupted the boy, then softened his tone, pulled Dean closer, his eyes full of seriousness and determination.

"Believe me, Dean. I haven't been this excited in a long time. This time, let's join forces and kill that dirty bastard together! Let him see how powerful the Winchester family is!"

"Yes! Kill him!" Dean roared excitedly, with the flame of revenge flashing in his eyes.

Rango smiled slightly, lit a cigarette, and shook his head slowly, "According to what you said, the Yellow-Eyed Demon now has a lot of subordinates around him, and they are all demon seeds he planted before."

"That's right, there were more than a dozen people when we met him last time, and there will be more this time!" Dean looked serious.

"I see. Looks like we need to find some help."

At the same time, at the Witch Academy far away in Boston, the night was as dark as ink and everything was silent.

In the dormitory, all the students had fallen asleep, except for a faint light coming from the luxurious bedroom on the top floor.

Emma curled up on the snow-white bed, her brows furrowed, her forehead covered with dense beads of sweat, and her body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

She was holding a photo frame tightly in her arms.

That was the family photo that Rango took with her before leaving for Boston.

In the photo, whether it is Megan or McQueen, everyone is smiling so brightly, even she herself is forcing a smile, looking as if she has lost all hope in life.

Outside the gate of the academy, a thick black fog rose quietly and spread quickly.

Then, a tall, thin man with a cold expression walked out of the fog.

A cold aura surrounded him, and his pair of deep yellow eyes looked extremely dazzling in the darkness!
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(End of this chapter)