Chapter 303: Stove Lord: “I’ll attack your mother!”
New York State.
Next to a section of interstate highway, a federal state trooper slowly parked his police car on the side of the road. After accurately reporting his position through the car radio, he opened the car door and got out of the highway.
At this moment, late at night, New York has entered the harsh winter, and the temperature has plummeted below freezing. Every breath he takes turns into wisps of white mist, which is particularly eye-catching under the dim light of the street lights.
The state trooper rubbed his hands together to keep them warm. At the same time, he looked warily at an abandoned hotel about a hundred meters away from the road.
Twenty minutes ago, someone called the police saying that a group of guests whose identities were unknown were staying in this abandoned hotel. What was even more incredible was that there was an elephant-like roar coming from among them.
Because of this, he received the mission to investigate on this cold night.
elephant?
The state trooper frowned and looked confused.
Could it be that some poachers were hiding in there?
No, New York State can’t produce elephants if it’s just a horse!
Maybe someone from the circus?
With these doubts in mind, he held the flashlight tightly in his left hand and quickly pulled out the police gun with his right hand. The light of the flashlight shone from under the muzzle, guiding him to carefully cross the decaying protective fence and approach the hotel door step by step.
Along the way, there were all kinds of garbage scattered on the ground. The nearby sanitation workers must have regarded this place as a garbage dump beside the highway. As soon as they entered the hotel, a pungent stench hit them.
"Damn it, would anyone live in a ghost place like this?"
He covered his mouth and nose with his flashlight arm and quickened his pace. When he arrived at the door, he deliberately peeked through the window on the side, only to see that it was dark inside and empty except for a few worn-out pieces of furniture and carpets.
Looking at this scene, the state policeman shook his head helplessly. Except for homeless people, I am afraid that no one can endure such a living environment.
As for the elephant
He looked up at the narrow door, which was less than two meters high and one meter wide, and couldn't help but laugh.
Even his three-hundred-pound wife had trouble getting in through this broken door, let alone an elephant.
The state policeman secretly cursed the guy who made the false police report, and was about to put away his gun and leave.
Suddenly, when he turned around, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him!
"Waltfa?!"
He was shocked and immediately pulled out the police gun he had just put away.
"You"
"Please relax, Mr. Police."
The speaker was a man in a black suit. His face was as handsome as if carved from marble, exuding an indescribable affinity.
Seeing that the other party was white and well-dressed, the state policeman's tense nerves relaxed a little.
He looked at the other party carefully and asked in a deep voice: "What are you doing here in the middle of the night? And what were you doing just now?"
The man smiled and placed one hand elegantly in front of his abdomen, like a professional waiter, and replied softly: "The hotel behind you will host a grand dinner tonight, and I am responsible for receiving the guests. Staff.”
"Dinner party? Receptionist?"
The state policeman was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked behind him. He saw that the originally dilapidated hotel was now glowing with splendor, and elegant symphony and the laughter of guests continued to come from inside.
"How is it possible?"
The state policeman rubbed his eyes, and after realizing that he had read correctly, he immediately opened the door and went in to find out.
However, at this moment, the receptionist behind him reappeared like a ghost and stood in front of the door.
"Sorry, Mr. Police, the main entrance is for VIPs with invitations. As for you."
A cold smile appeared on his lips, and he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Immediately afterwards, the state policeman's body froze in place as if frozen, and then seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, mechanically following the receptionist's steps towards an unknown direction.
But after taking a few steps, the receptionist suddenly stopped.
Ahead, a burgundy supercar broke through the fence on the roadside like a wild horse and rushed straight towards them!
The receptionist's face darkened, his eyes flashed with purple light. When he was about to stop the other party, he saw the driver's window of the sports car quickly lowered, and an invitation was thrown out of it, hitting him directly in the face!
Seeing the name on the invitation, the anger on the receptionist's face instantly disappeared, replaced by a smile that was countless times warmer than before.
He bent slightly and paid high respect to the guests in the sports car.
But when the sports car approached him, it didn't slow down at all. Instead, it picked up speed and hit him even more fiercely!
"Bang——!"
With a loud noise, the receptionist was violently hit by the sports car and flew more than ten meters. He fell heavily against the wall of the hotel and lay on the ground with uncertainty about his life or death.
At this time, Lange held the cigarette butt in his mouth, pushed the door open, and exchanged a look with Teddy who had just gotten out of the car. Their eyes did not stay on the receptionist for a moment, but looked directly at the mind-controlled state trooper.
"Ordinary people?"
Lange frowned and shouted to the receptionist who was still lying over there: "Are you dead? If not, come here and release your control."
As soon as he finished speaking, the receptionist's body began to twitch violently as if he had come back from the dead, and his broken bones and broken muscles quickly recovered. In the blink of an eye, he returned to his gentle look.
He first glanced at Lango with fear, then put on a smile and said sincerely: "Mr. Winchester, please don't worry, I am preparing to take this police officer away."
"Really? But I see that the direction you took him just now doesn't look like you are leaving the hotel." Lange was unmoved and glanced at the back door not far away, obviously not buying this explanation.
He touched his chin and raised his eyebrows and said: "Let me guess, the back door should lead directly to the kitchen, right? How could an ordinary policeman become the underling cook at a dinner for the gods? Wait... Could you be trying to Is he an ingredient for the dinner party?”
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The receptionist was stunned when he heard this, then smiled and shook his head: "It seems that Mr. Winchester has some misunderstandings about tonight's banquet."
After saying that, he looked at the state policeman who was still in a daze, a purple light flashed in his eyes, and he spoke as if he was chanting a mantra: "Forget everything you saw here, drive back now, and pay attention to safety on the road."
As the words fell, the state policeman seemed to have been relieved. He immediately turned around and jogged out of the hotel area, returning to the police car parked on the roadside. With double flashing lights on, he slowly drove away from the scene.
"You should feel at ease now, right?" The receptionist Mercury gave Lango a polite smile, and then introduced himself: "I am the most loyal messenger under Jupiter, Mercury, the envoy of the gods. We sincerely welcome all distinguished guests from afar.”
"Mercury ah?"
Lange looked at him casually several times, thinking to himself.
This guy should be similar to Hermes in Greek mythology. His job is to deliver messages to the gods and receive them.
Falk, it’s really outrageous that in addition to Zeus and Odin, there are also gods from Jupiter’s side in Europe.
He originally thought that Jupiter and Zeus were the same person.
Lange nodded, and then asked with a half-smile: "I'm curious about one thing. If you were not illiterate, you should be able to see that the person invited on the invitation was Satan, but you saw that I was holding his Invitation, why don’t you stop me?”
Hearing this question, the corners of Mercury's mouth twitched involuntarily.
He wanted to stop him, but he had to be able to stop him
Nowadays, in the dark world and the circle of gods who stay on the earth, the news that the Winchester family has joined forces with Lucifer to kill Satan has already spread.
Especially Lucifer, as if he was afraid that others would not believe it, he also found a video of Rango killing Satan with one shot from somewhere, and played it on a loop 24 hours a day in his place called "Light Bar".
As a result, the gods who have not left the earth are now a little panicked, fearing that the Wen family will come to their door one day, and then draw a gun and shoot them in the head if they disagree.
"No matter who's name is on the invitation, as long as you hold the invitation, you are an honored guest at tonight's dinner." Mercury responded sincerely, "Besides, we have long been eager to invite the Winchester family to participate in today's dinner. . After all, with the outstanding achievements of three generations of your Wen family, you are definitely qualified to sit at the table tonight.”
After hearing this, Lango became a little unhappy. He smiled mockingly at Teddy on the side and said: "Look, did you hear that? We killed Satan and saved the earth countless times, but we only gained the same relationship with those guys inside. Just the right to have dinner together.”
After speaking, he waved to Mercury and strode directly towards the hotel.
Upon seeing this, Teddy shrugged, took out a wad of crumpled bills from his pocket, took out two and threw them to Mercury, pretending to be cold and said: "Take care of the car, or I will break your legs!"< br>
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Mercury looked at the backs of the two figures, the older one and the younger one, holding the banknotes in his hands tightly. When he was about to notify the relevant personnel in the hotel, a playful voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Hey, buddy?" When Mercury turned around, McQueen suddenly grinned widely, blinked the big eyes on the car window, and asked with a wicked smile: "Isn't this a place to entertain the gods? How about that? Can’t you tell me where the transportation vehicles used by the gods stop?”
"Transportation?" Mercury looked confused.
"Nonsense, they couldn't have just walked over, right? Wait, if they were riding a broom, forget it."
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Pushing open the solemn door of the hotel, a winding red corridor spreads out in front of you like a red carpet welcoming distinguished guests.
Lango and Teddy walked side by side, their pace was neither hasty nor slow, and the sound of conversation echoed in the corridor.
"Is what Yumi said true? Rango, what did you really do to her?"
"Nonsense, of course it's false. She just likes to see me look like a cat queen, and then scratches and bites me randomly, causing me to be covered in cat hair. I am lustful, but I am not a pervert."
"Damn, no wonder that Bichi would look at our dumbfounded expressions and chuckle every time he finished speaking. He was just teasing us."
"Mom, Fuck, we have been together for so long, you should have more trust in me. Now my reputation has been ruined by this little guy."
"Well, no wonder you didn't bring her out this time."
The two chatted and walked through the long corridor and entered the hotel.
This place is completely different from the simple and short appearance. The space here is beyond imagination, as vast as a football field.
The floor is covered with soft carpets, the walls are covered with portraits of gods, countless chandeliers hang down from the sky, and babies with wings, like elves, are playing around the lights.
"Mr. Winchester, please go this way."
At this time, a man in a suit appeared beside them, it was Mercury who was at the door before. He politely extended his hand and led Lango and Teddy forward.
"There is still an hour before the dinner starts. As the distinguished invitation holder, you can go to the lounge to take a rest." Mercury said with a smile.
Lange, who was originally planning to find a few displeased gods in the hall to teach him a lesson, immediately changed his mind after hearing this.
None of the guys in the hall had invitations for a long time, and the gods with status and status were all in the lounge at the moment.
After going around a few turns, Mercury pushed open a heavy wooden door.
The next second, all kinds of messy sounds suddenly came out, and there was even Cantonese among them?
But when everyone saw Lango, all the voices stopped abruptly.
Mercury introduced with a smile: "Everyone, this is the eldest son of this generation of the Winchester family, Lango Winchester. I think his name must be familiar to everyone."
Hearing these words, the eyes of everyone present turned to Lange, with complicated emotions including fear, fear, curiosity, and disdain.
etc!
Disdain? !
Lange followed his gaze and saw a fat black man with a bloated body and a butt almost as wide as the sofa, sitting there, eating bananas leisurely, his eyes full of contempt for himself.
"Hey?!"
Lango himself came to stir up trouble this time, so naturally he would not swallow his anger and act like he didn't see it.
He pointed directly at the fat black guy, frowned, and asked: "Are we familiar? Nico, what was that look in your face just now?"
"Huh?" The fat black man suddenly stood up from the sofa after hearing this. His four to five meter tall body combined with his bloated figure gave people a strong sense of oppression.
He glared at Rango and said in a deep voice: "Watch your words, kid! Standing in front of you is the omnipotent elephant-headed god Ganesha!"
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Lango was stunned, and then exchanged a look with Teddy, and the two burst into laughter.
"Ganesha? Fake, so the Ganesha, which symbolizes wisdom in Indian mythology, is a severely obese Nico?"
"Hahaha, don't be like this, Lange. If it's Yindu, it wouldn't be surprising. Can you still expect those guys who poop and urinate in the street to produce any decent gods?"
"Haha."
Listening to the laughter of the two people, the other gods around looked at Ganesha, whose face was getting darker and darker, and couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths, struggling to hold back their smiles.
Fortunately, Ganesha was not alone. Just when he was about to refute, someone beside him spoke for him.
"Mother Ponia! Youngster! Be careful what you say! If you dare to underestimate our Eastern gods, be careful not to get struck by lightning when you go out!" A fat man with a round face cursed at Lange in fluent Cantonese.
Lango looked at him in surprise and asked curiously: "This gentleman, who are you?"
"I'm the Stove Lord! Haven't you heard? Go to the street!" The fat bald man shouted proudly with his nostrils pointing in the sky.
"Lord Zazao?"
Lange looked at the oriental man in front of him with narrowed eyes, raised eyebrows, and a money rat tail on the back of his head, and was speechless for a moment.
Then, he raised his finger and pointed at this guy, and said angrily: "You'd better think of a new identity for yourself! How can you, a weakling who caters to Western aesthetics, be the Kitchen God!"
After hearing this, the Kitchen God snorted disdainfully: "This is a look specially prepared for me by Lord Jupiter. How can a low-level mortal like you appreciate it?"
"Bleach! You are riding on a horse."
Lango couldn't bear it anymore and pounced on him to beat him up.
Hearing the words from his hometown originally made him feel a little warm, but this guy's appearance was so bad that he immediately became angry.
When the gods who were still watching the show saw this, they stepped forward to stop Lango, but the Kitchen God continued to add fuel to the fire and started to scold Lango.
"Take your mother! There are so many gods here today, can you try to touch me?"
"Fake, do you think you are the only one who can speak Cantonese? I'm going to bite your mother's ass!"
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(End of chapter)