125. Chapter 125 Troll Market Minions?


Chapter 125 Troll Market Minions?
Brooklyn Bridge.

As a well-known building in New York that spans the East River and connects Brooklyn and Manhattan Island, this bridge has a history of more than 100 years.

As the longest suspension bridge in the world at that time, it was also the first bridge built with steel in the world. When it was completed, it was even considered the eighth wonder after the seven wonders of the ancient world.

But oddly enough, it hasn't been damaged in movies nearly as much as another bridge on the West Coast.

Without further ado, on the muddy path under the bridge, McQueen was traveling at an extraordinary speed, accompanied by this guy's incessant complaints, which seemed particularly harsh in the howling wind.

"God! This is not a place where luxury supercars should come!"

"Damn, I think I ran over something disgusting, the wheels are all sticky."

"Lango, you should really learn from the owners of Rolls-Royces and Bentleys in hotels and take good care of me. Look at how Dom takes care of his black beauty. It's a world of difference compared to you. ”

"Really?" Lange asked speechlessly: "How about I give you to him? This guy loves cars as much as his life. I think he will treat you well."

As soon as these words came out, McQueen, who was chattering endlessly, fell silent for an instant. Dom's possessive eyes appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but shudder, and even the exhaust pipe at the back felt tight!
"Okay, stop."

In front of an alley, Lango patted the steering wheel.

McQueen, who was still speeding, suddenly braked and drifted to a stop beside the wall, splashing mud all over the ground.

Lange couldn't help rubbing his temples and got out of the car with a headache.

He has now discovered that each of his summons has more shortcomings than the last.

The most obvious one is McQueen. Not only can he not control his exhaust pipe, but he also likes to race cars, act cool and drive dangerously. He is also always chattering, and he is like a chatterbox.

"Mom and dad bless me. I hope the next summoned object will be a cute and non-clingy guy."

Lange prayed silently in his heart, and then looked around.

Above the head, there is the brightly lit Brooklyn Bridge, with constant traffic, like a dazzling Milky Way; but below, there is a slum area in Brooklyn, with garbage everywhere, a foul smell, and even a few drug addicts using malicious means. eyes fixed on him.

This was the most prosperous metropolis in North America. He was about to fall in love with it. Of course, that was only if he was not poor.

"You stay here, I'll go get Teddy back."

"Are you kidding me! Let my priceless and expensive supercar be left alone in a place like this? When you come back, I may not even have the wheels left!"

Behind him, McQueen protested anxiously, but Lango ignored this guy as if it was deafening.

If it were an ordinary sports car, it would most likely be stolen here, but although McQueen is a little timid, his fighting ability is really not weak. If there is a thief who dares to come, then Lango can only wish him the best. He'd better buy accident insurance.

Deep in the alley, Lango carefully shuttled between the sewage and garbage. If he had known that this place was so dirty, he might as well have gone home and changed out of this expensive suit before coming back.

On the phone not long ago, Teddy told Lango that he was drinking with the Ninja Turtles and the others, and then a group of people accidentally followed the sewers to a place called the Troll Market, and got into a fight with a shop owner. conflict.

Hearing the anxious tone in his voice, it seemed as if he had been wronged a lot, so Lango had no choice but to rush over and wipe the kid's butt.

But he was not interested in climbing into the sewers, so after asking Wheelchair Joe on the phone about the location of the Troll Market, he set off directly to the main entrance.

Turning around the end of the alley, a few familiar figures came into view - the trio of Hellboys were arguing with a seemingly kind old lady pushing a cat carrier.

Wait, that old guy.
Lange's eyes narrowed slightly, and golden light flashed through them. In the eyes blessed by Amos, the image of the seemingly amiable old woman suddenly changed into a figure with several hairs on her head. The roots are hairy, like caterpillar-like creatures.

"Scottish troll?"

Recalling the knowledge Amos taught before, Lange blurted out.

At the same time, Hellboy and others also noticed Lango's arrival, and they all cast surprised glances, "Shet, your boy is actually following us?"

"Hey, take it easy big man."

Lango smiled and waved his hand and explained, "A few of my friends have encountered trouble in the Troll Market. I just came to understand the situation."

He walked forward slowly, his eyes fell on the Scottish troll disguised as an old lady, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "This guy should be the gatekeeper of the market."

"That's right." The fishman Abel nodded to confirm and pointed to the huge stone door hidden in the debris. There was also a complex password lock device installed next to it.

"Except for dark creatures, other people who want to enter the market can only let the gatekeeper take the initiative, but this guy refuses to enter the password to open the door."

Lange nodded slightly. It was almost the same as the plot of the movie, but in reality, the gaseous man who could control the gas to crack the mechanism was missing. Therefore, if you want to enter the market, you can only ask for the password.

Hellboy's threats continued, but the Scottish trolls remained unmoved, apparently unconcerned by their threats.

Seeing this, Lange clapped his hands, gently pushed the impatient Hellboy to one side, then looked at the old lady, and said in a cold tone: "I will only ask once, what is the password?"

"Humans? Humans are prohibited"

Tear-!
Before she finished speaking, a tearing sound suddenly sounded in the air.

Lango moved quickly and tore off one of her arms in an instant. Green blood splashed in the air and dripped on the dirty ground.

He lightly shook off the blood on his hands and asked expressionlessly, "Aren't you willing to say it yet?"

Then, without any hesitation, he forcefully peeled off the troll's other arm from his body again. Under the severe pain, the troll's roar penetrated every corner of the alley, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Lango's voice was low and dangerous, as if coming from hell: "OK, let me see which leg of yours is better to break."

"985679!"

The troll finally collapsed, trembling lips, and quickly said the password, as if every second delayed, her life would become more threatened.

Lango turned to the astonished fishman Abel and shrugged lightly: "Isn't this guy easy to talk to?"

Abel came to his senses and hurriedly entered the password on the stone door. With a low mechanical sound, the stone door slowly moved away like Diagon Alley, revealing the entrance to a dark and deep tunnel.

After the door opened, Lango's eyes instantly became cold and ruthless. He suddenly stepped down and accurately stepped on the head of the old troll lady. He only heard a dull cracking sound. At this moment, the troll's life was at stake. Stopped abruptly.

Looking at the shocked look from the opposite side, Lange smiled and explained: "It is my family's motto to eliminate all evil."

"But she doesn't seem to have done anything evil."

"Isn't it too late if she does it?"

The three people stared at each other, and finally Hellboy said with emotion: "I have to admit that I kind of like you, man."

"Haha, then I advise you to calm down." Rango glanced at Liz, the fire girl with a good figure, and joked: "I'm not very interested in threesomes."

"Don't think about good things. Even if there is a real threesome, it will be with Abel and not Liz."

"Really? Then I have to think about it carefully."

"Hahaha"

In this way, the few people who had some space entered the tunnel talking and laughing.

"By the way, dude, look at how dirty you are, you look like you just had a big battle?"

"Well, that's right! The vampires came to hijack the car and snatched the woman away. We just fought with thousands of vampire thugs."

"Damn it, there are so many vampires in New York?"

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Rango was shocked and cursed subconsciously. These vampires really didn't want to live anymore. With so many "first supporters" in New York, they weren't afraid of [Woodhouse] going out and massacring them directly?
However, before he could think about it carefully, the scene in front of the tunnel already made him jaw-dropping.

Stepping out of the tunnel, a vast and strange world with numerous stalls unfolds before your eyes, like a supermarket specially built for monsters.

Noisy hawking sounds came and went, but there was no human voice. There were creatures of different shapes all around. They were either weird or ferocious. In comparison, even Hellboy's slightly rough face looked more delicate.

"Welcome to the world of monsters!" Hellboy couldn't help but mutter to himself as he looked at this bizarre sight, his eyes flashing with surprise and excitement.

Lange was equally surprised: "Have you never been here before?"

"No, I just heard the legend of the Troll Market. I heard that this is a black market where dark creatures from all over the world are freely traded, but I never had the chance to come here." Abel explained.

"OK"

Lange nodded and immediately assigned the task: "You guys go find clues about the Tooth Fairy. I'll go find my friends and we'll meet up later."

After saying that, he took steps to explore the market curiously.

It is worth mentioning that when these monsters saw Lango, a human being, appearing, they all cast a surprised look. On the contrary, Hellboy and Abel were like fish in water. The discriminatory eyes in human society were completely invisible here. .

The trading items in the market are even more staggering: piranha seeds, werewolf fur, vampire fangs, ornamental sea beasts, aphrodisiac troll ashes
and more!

Lango, who caught the keyword, immediately stopped in front of a stall, looked at the black powder in front of him and asked, "How do you use this thing?"

The monster with insect compound eyes behind the stall looked at Lango, and then introduced: "Make tea and drink it once every seven days, and it will last for seven days."

"It sounds good, how can I sell it?"

"One hundred thousand dollars."

"Fuck Fuck."

Lango immediately yelled angrily: "Don't you know the concept of one hundred thousand dollars?!"

"Hey, relax buddy, Troll Market never accepts cash, I was just joking with you."

Seeing the humanoid monster in front of him preparing to set up a stall, the compound-eyed insect monster immediately explained: "Do you understand bartering? If you want to buy my stuff, I'll trade it with yours."

"Then you didn't tell me earlier."

Lange thought that he had nothing of value here, and consciously wanted to leave, but after leaving for a while, he turned around and came back, walked up to this guy and asked in a low voice: "What if, I mean what if?" , If I have the beard of the ancestor of the wolf clan or the tentacle of the deep sea monster, how many of these ashes can I exchange for? "

"Shet! Stop joking, man! These are priceless treasures in the dark world!"

The insect monster immediately didn't believe it: "If you have these treasures, you can pack up the entire troll market and take it away!"

"Oh?"

Lange was ecstatic in his heart, but remained calm on the outside. He nodded and turned around to leave.

"It's gone."

As soon as he turned around, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, his brows filled with the joy of getting rich.

I didn’t expect those messy gifts I received at Hotel Transylvania to be so valuable!

"Rango——"

Just as he was counting the dozens of gifts he had brought back, Teddy's shout suddenly came from not far away.

He looked up and saw that this guy was confronting the Ninja Turtles and a tall man.

The man had long legs as thin as a bamboo pole, a long aquiline nose, and a shiny bald head. What shocked Lango the most was that it was not the man's strange figure, but the dense crowd behind him. , a legion of minions armed with various types of firearms. Like loyal guards, they surrounded the man with a formidable momentum.

(From the movie "Despicable Me")
(End of this chapter)

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