Chapter 133 Departure to the cabin in the forest!
Brooklyn.
The original Continental Hotel is now located in Hotel Transylvania.
Hotel manager Winston is standing in front of a group of skeleton waiters, solemnly conveying the rules of this hotel dedicated to serving monsters.
"Please remember that four o'clock in the morning is the time for hotel residents to rest. Any interruption will lead to unpredictable consequences."
"It is taboo to knock on the door in front of the guest room. You must first ask with the doorbell and get permission before you can open the door. Otherwise, you will be responsible for it."
"As for the cleaning of guest rooms, we need to be meticulous and consult residents in advance to avoid offending them and causing unnecessary trouble."
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The form in Winston's hand marked with staff precautions was handwritten and given to him by Dracula, the previous new owner of the hotel.
While reading the rules one by one to this unique group of monster employees, Winston was constantly reinforcing these rules in his mind.
Now he is no longer managing a killer hotel, but a monster hotel full of dark creatures. As a human, he must keep all the taboos of these monsters in mind.
Like these skeleton waiters, they are dead people to begin with. Even if they annoy the residents inside, the most they will do is have their heads taken off and used as balls for kicking. Anyway, they can be reinstalled afterwards.
But if his head is taken off, it can't be put back on!
Fortunately, Hotel Transylvania follows an important principle of the Continental Hotel:
Any guest who harms the staff in the hotel will face the severe punishment of permanent expulsion, and may even trigger the wrath of the boss Dracula. Take action personally to impose sanctions.
Although the rules were like this, he only had one life after all, and he didn't know whether the brain circuits of these monsters were as normal as humans, so Winston did not dare to use his own life for experiments.
"gentlemen."
At this moment, apart from him, the only human in Hotel Transylvania, the black front desk Charon, came over.
This elegant and well-mannered black man has been following him since he was young and is his most loyal friend. Therefore, after he stayed, he also suggested that Dracula keep Charon as well to deal with those who came in by mistake. of human travelers.
At this time, the black boy was nervously speaking: "Since yesterday, the high table has called countless times, asking us to report the situation here. After getting no response, they even called you and my name. They put a reward on their head and claimed that they had sent a judge. Do you think we should tell the boss about this?"
"Judge?"
Winston couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Since the High Table was occupied by those dark creatures, the judges who were originally top killers have all been replaced by humanoid monsters with terrifying strength.
But he quickly regained his composure, pondered for a while and then said: "Don't worry too much about the reward. As long as we don't go out, those killers won't even be able to pass the piranha flower at the door. As for the judge, you wait here. "Come on, I'll tell the boss later that you and I are now employees of Hotel Transylvania, and we are still the only human employees. Although the boss has a bit of a weird temper, he will never see us being bullied by outsiders."
After handing the precautions form to Charon, Winston took a deep breath and stepped into the elevator leading upstairs.
There, Dracula is meeting some old friends from the past.
Not long after, in the corridor upstairs.
Winston walked steadily past the guest rooms with heads hanging on them. He was much calmer now than when he first saw these things.
After all, these human-headed doorbells may look scary, but they are actually very gentle and polite.
And based on spending time together, in Winston's eyes, this feeling also applies to Dracula and his friends.
Whether it's a bloated but funny mummy, a werewolf with a powerful appearance and a delicate heart, or even strange creatures with different shapes and difficult to identify names, although they have frightening appearances, most of them have a gentle temperament, and some even Shy and introverted.
Getting along with these monsters made Winston feel more relaxed and at ease than ever before.
Compared with the humans outside, their emotions are direct and pure, and their joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are clear at a glance. This is undoubtedly a rare comfort for him who has been struggling in the Continental Hotel for many years.
He can easily discern the needs of these monsters and provide just the right services, and they are always polite in return with gold coins. Especially the werewolf Wayne, although he has a bad temper, he is extremely loyal.
After Winston arranged a bathing service for him, he even patted himself on the shoulder with satisfaction, called him brother-in-law, and promised that he could help him solve any problem.
Maybe even Winston himself couldn't imagine that after just one day together, he already liked the feeling of being in contact with monsters.
These guys were frank and straightforward. Compared with the stupid people he had come into contact with in the past, Hotel Transylvania seemed like a utopia.
"Oh"
At this moment, Winston stood in front of the living room, smiling unconsciously, thinking to himself:
Who is the real "monster"? Are they those humans who are glamorous on the outside but greedy and cunning on the inside, or these creatures who are scary on the outside but pure at heart?
Just as he was immersed in his own thoughts, the door to the living room opened slowly, interrupting his thoughts.
"Winston?"
Dracula was sitting on the sofa, looking at him with a bit of teasing in his eyes, and said jokingly: "Why, have you decided to leave the human body and become a skeleton or a ghost?"
"No, no, no!" Winston immediately shook his head and refused.
His new boss told him many times that if he needed it, he could help him free himself from the human body and extract his soul to stay in this world forever.
By then, he will even have all kinds of incredible superpowers.
But Winston was still very happy as a human being, so he refused this temptation without hesitation.
Of course, when he is about to die of old age, it seems good to be a ghost manager
Dracula then asked curiously: "Then why are you standing at the door? Didn't you see that I was reminiscing with the daughter of an old friend? ”
When Winston heard this, his eyes naturally turned to the Adamses opposite, who were responding to him with warm smiles and very kind expressions.
After Winston smiled politely in return, he slowly approached Dracula, lowered his voice, and told him that the High Table had sent judges to execute him and Charon, and to clean up the hotel.
Dracula nodded nonchalantly after hearing this. Then he turned to the Adamses and asked lightly: "Have you heard about the high table he just said?"
The Adamses looked at each other and shook their heads.
They stayed in their castle almost all day long. If it weren't for the divination ability of Mrs. Adams, the vampire witch, who predicted that Dracula and the others would come to human society, they would not even come out.
"That doesn't look like a very powerful organization."
Dracula touched his chin and was about to say something when he suddenly frowned and seemed to feel something, "Oh? The judge you mentioned seems to have arrived."
Winston's heart suddenly tightened, but then he heard Dracula in front of him shaking his head: "Okay, he's dead, poor guy."
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At the same time, at the other end of the hotel lobby, Charon was wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes full of disbelief.
His eyes were firmly attracted by the tall figure at the gate - Frankenstein, standing quietly like an unshakable patron saint.
Just now, there was an arrogant shout outside the door. A burly man equipped with metal gloves, whose head strangely turned into the shape of a brown bear, roared and asked Winston and Charon to come out and see him.
The piranha flowers on both sides of the door seemed to have received some kind of summons. They suddenly grew in size, opened their bloody mouths and pounced on him.
After a fierce battle, despite the dangers, the bear judge finally broke through the piranha's defense and broke into the hall despite his injuries.
However, his previous noise had obviously disturbed Frankenstein, who had been quietly reading the newspaper in the hall.
This giant-like being stood up suddenly, his figure as towering as a mountain, and walked straight towards the bear judge who had just broken in.
Without waiting for any verbal provocation from the other party, Frankenstein raised his fist lightly and struck the Ursine Judge on the head accurately from top to bottom.
Then
Charon looked at the judge at the gate whose head had retracted into his chest and was being swallowed by the piranha. His whole body was dead and could no longer die. His throat rolled involuntarily and he swallowed heavily.
The monster judge at the High Table was killed with just one punch?
"Hey Charon!"
"ah!"
Hearing the sound in his ear, Charon immediately jumped up in fright.
When he discovered that the speaker was a little bat with pink ears, he was immediately relieved. He had not yet recovered from Frankenstein's violent methods.
"What's wrong, miss? Do you want to eat worm pudding? I'm going to give instructions to the kitchen now." Charon asked with concern.
Although the time they got together was still short, the cute and innocent little boss in front of him still left a very good impression on him.
"No, I wanted to ask you."
Mavis looked around carefully, and after making sure no one was paying attention, she quietly leaned into Charon's ear and whispered in a voice as thin as a gnat.
Outside the rebuilt murder house, there was a lively scene.
Wearing uniform safety helmets and work vests, the minions are like industrious bees, shuttled among the ruins, gradually rebuilding this once old villa into an ideal home.
"How about a pool in the back room? A really big pool."
"What a great idea. Anyway, I've always felt that the courtyard at the back is too big. We don't need to grow vegetables and raise chickens, so a big swimming pool is just right."
"There are also basements, Lango, didn't you notice? The bases of the agents in the movies all have huge basements filled with weapons and secret interrogation rooms."
"We are not agents! But... well, it is indeed necessary to expand the basement. Maybe some dark creatures will be captured and locked up at some point. That's it, expand!"
"The interrogation room must also be prepared. Of course, there are also supporting tools, such as whips, wooden horses, dog chains, collars, and mouth balls."
"Damn it, is this an interrogation room or a sex room?!"
In the busy yard full of chatter and laughter, Lango and Teddy are carefully planning the reconstruction of the murder house.
In fact, they had long been dissatisfied with the old appearance of the murder house. Now, through this "accident", they could completely transform it into a residence that they were all satisfied with.
What makes Lango even more gratified is that MIB's clever operation made the outside world believe that this was just an unfortunate car accident. The insurance company and the community center responded quickly and provided generous compensation. He could imagine that there must be a reason for MIB's help. Otherwise, given the virtue of the insurance company here in the United States, it would be impossible to get the insurance money in the shortest possible time without hiring a good lawyer.
Speaking of which, the combined amount of the two compensations already exceeded the hundreds of thousands of dollars he spent on purchasing the house.
But considering the exquisite and expensive decorations in the murder house, Lango was ready to spend money and blood to rebuild a new home this time.
But when it came time to actually start construction, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he might not have to spend a penny at all.
Because he has a group of minions who can be called the world's strongest engineers, which can perfectly offset the most expensive labor costs in the United States.
As for building materials, they are fully covered by insurance benefits.
What made him even more happy was that the museum director and board members, as well as the wealthy people who were rescued by Lango that night, generously donated money after learning of his experience.
The amount of the donation far exceeded the insurance compensation. Of course, a lot of artworks were also donated, especially that guy from Hannibal, who also inexplicably sent a set of palace tableware.
Among these donors, there are both Those who do it purely out of gratitude and appreciation, such as the curator and Philip, and there are also more who want to make friends with Lango because of his status as a superpower.
For the money, Lange felt at ease. After all, if he hadn't been there that night, every one of these guys would have been eaten away by the Tooth Fairy monsters.
Thinking of these gains, Lange nodded with satisfaction.
"Dammn! My husband and I just went on vacation for a few days. Why is your family like this?"
John Smith's voice suddenly sounded from behind. He and his wife Jane looked at the ruined murder house in front of them with stunned faces.
Lango didn't answer, but looked at Jane Smith a few more times. When Teddy told him that Gloria had prepared an arsenal at home, he was still half-convinced. When he wanted to dig deeper, Gloria He left in a hurry, citing bar business as an excuse, his eyes flickering.
His intuition told him that it was probably Jane who led Gloria astray.
But at this time, their husband and wife were both there, and Lange couldn't say much. He just nodded with a wry smile: "Didn't you pay attention to the social media news? It was said that a large truck got lost, broke into the community, and accidentally crashed into my house, and then... It just exploded."
"Mom, Fuck, this kind of nonsense is enough to deceive a child! Do you think we live in a slum with a big truck?"
John was full of disbelief and questioned, "If a big truck really came in, why didn't all the businesses outside the community know about it? And this street, it was like an earthquake, the ground was all cracked. As for the truck explosion... Shete , do you know how wide the impact of a truck that can crash through the wall of a villa is? My house is opposite your house. Except for the street in front of the door, the house is undamaged, and not even a window is broken!"
After hearing what he said, Lange tilted his head indifferently. Anyway, MIB's excuse was just to deceive the passers-by and residents who had seen all this before. If you look closely, almost all of them are loopholes.
He shrugged and pointed to John, who looked confused: "Anyway, this is what I learned. After all, I was not at home at the time. No matter how much you ask, I still don't know, right?"
He changed the subject and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "The Mayfair family is mobilizing residents in the community to donate money and materials to me. As my only neighbors, shouldn't you give a little more blood?"
"Yeah, of course, so I brought six brothers here to visit you."
John raised his right hand. On it was a dozen beers, exactly six cans.
He handed Lango a can, opened one himself, shook his head and smiled, "I originally thought you would be very depressed, so I brought beer to comfort you, but now it seems that you are much stronger than I thought."
Lango smiled and sighed: "This is life, man. Since things have inevitably happened, what else can I complain about."
He raised his beer and clinked it with the guy, "Here's to this damn life!"
"Fake, I really envy your free and easy attitude towards life."
John patted Lango's arm and took a swig of beer.
On the other side, Jane was holding a minion tenderly, stroking her head gently, her motherly nature overflowing.
She interrupted at the right time: "By the way, where did Gloria go? Is she not injured?"
Lango shook his head: "No, you should be able to see her when you go to the bar."
Jian heard the words and looked at Lango, but she always felt that something was wrong with the way this guy looked at her. After she nodded slightly, she said hello and turned back to her home.
Not long after, a car drove out of the garage. The woman was obviously looking for Gloria.
After Lango saw this, he couldn't help but ask John, who was still curiously observing the minions next to him: "John, what does your wife do?"
"Computer engineer, what?"
"It's okay. Have you ever visited her company?"
"Of course." After recalling it for a while, John said with a mischievous smile: "Her company is really good, almost all the hot girls in the office are hot girls. I will take you to see it next time I have a chance. Based on your conditions, I guess you will be hooked." You can bring out a few with just your fingers.”
Lange looked at him helplessly and asked: "You never thought that she might not be a computer engineer. Think about it, which company's programmers are all women, and all of them are hot girls?"
John smiled after hearing this and did not answer his words. Instead, he asked: "So what if you are not an engineer? Everyone has their own secrets, and couples are no exception, right?"
After hearing this, Lange couldn't help but look at this guy deeply. It seemed that this guy had long realized that something was wrong with the person next to him.
However, as an agent, it would be strange if you didn't notice any abnormalities in the people you get along with every day for several years.
"By the way, brother." John suddenly pointed at the minions who were sawing wood and hammering nails, and they were busy and busy, and raised his eyebrows and asked: "These little things are quite cute, can you lend me a few to take home? Just for fun, you know, Jane and I have never had children. When she was traveling in Hawaii two days ago, after she saw the video of Minions sent by Gloria, she was immediately overflowing with motherly love and almost envied her. "
After hearing this, Lange shrugged and said, "With our relationship, of course there is no problem, but do you think you are bad enough?"
"Bad? I'm a good person through and through."
"Then there's no chance for you."
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Early the next morning, the reconstruction work of the murder house was in full swing, but because of the reconstruction, the Lango family all lived outside.
Originally, he planned to rent a long-term suite in a nearby hotel, but the Smith family enthusiastically allowed them to live in their home until the new home was built.
"You know John, even after it's built it's still going to take a few months to disperse the formaldehyde, so we'll probably be staying at your house until Christmas, eating and using your food."
"Really, Teddy, then I will definitely prepare a perfect Christmas gift for you. How about a teddy bear toy with a Fiji cup stuffed underneath and painted with lipstick? Don't worry, I will wash it after use and wrap it in a gift." " in the box."
"Before you say these words, I suggest you go take a look at your garage. Don't blame me for not reminding you that McQueen has been with your luxury cars all night."
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At the dinner table, Teddy and John, who were already very familiar with each other, were greeting each other with all kinds of vulgar words.
Lange looked on with a smile, enjoying the rare tranquility, and then looked out of the kitchen.
There, Gloria was talking to Jane who didn't know what to say. The two of them were chatting and laughing, and it looked like the atmosphere was great.
Last night, Lange had already asked Gloria about the guns and ammunition in the oven. She admitted that she just wanted to increase her strength and help herself, but she did not reveal Jane's matter.
Either Jane had told her not to leak it, or Gloria herself didn't know Agent Jane's identity.
Although Lango was surprised by this, he did not stop her. Instead, he was pleased with Gloria's sense of self-protection.
After all, as a woman of the Winchester family, you will definitely encounter a lot of dangers. This time, I happened to meet Nuada, who does not kill women. Next time, I might meet some bastard who specializes in killing women. .
So Lange is still happy to see her practice marksmanship and fighting.
At the same time, he also realized that the strength of Megan and McQueen needed to be improved urgently.
However, he had discussed a modification and upgrade plan with the minions last night, and he would implement it as soon as he came back, looking forward to their transformation.
When everything is over, maybe the strength of these two guys will skyrocket.
As for where to wait for him to come back from, the answer is self-evident.
The doorbell rang at the right time.
After Megan went over and opened the door, Clary, Ninja Turtles, Andrew Vomit Man and other partners appeared one after another, their faces filled with anticipation and excitement.
Lango didn't talk nonsense. He looked at his watch and then confirmed with a smile: "Have you all made your decision?"
"certainly!"
"We are your absolute fans, boss!"
"Uh, just go and visit, it shouldn't matter, right?"
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Lange clapped his hands, led everyone outside, and announced boldly: "What are you waiting for, guys! Get in the car, let's set off to see the other side of the world!"
Following his order, everyone cheered excitedly and quickly jumped onto their seats, waiting for Lango.
Lango had already made proper arrangements and greeted Gloria. In order to prevent any more enemies from coming over, he specially left Toothless to look after the house this time.
He and Teddy walked side by side into the courtyard. He whistled lightly and saw McQueen whizzing out of the garage like an arrow. He drifted to a sudden stop and opened the car door at the same time. He couldn't wait to stop beside them. before.
Inside the house, John watched their retreating figures, biting his cigarette butt and couldn't help but walk out.
He still doesn't know what line of work Lango does, but now it seems like a great career.
John shook his head with emotion, turned around and prepared to go to the garage and drive his newly bought Aston Martin out for some fresh air.
Then as expected, the next second, a heart-rending scream suddenly sounded in the garage:
"Fake——!"
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