Chapter 160 The weird doctor returns to the future? ! (Two in one chapter)
"Ah"
"Okay, I'm ready."
"Of course, I did everything as you said."
"I understand, Teddy didn't come with me. Okay, let's just hang up."
After the call ended, Lange was about to step out of the car door when he saw Yumi sitting leisurely on the magic book and gently floating in front of him.
"Hey, what did I tell you?" Lange tapped the cat's nose, with a serious tone: "Don't fly around in public places. If you want to go out with me, put down the magic book."
Youmi reluctantly looked at the grimoire at her feet, and finally nodded: "Okay, but I'm worried that someone will steal the grimoire."
"Don't worry, McQueen's belly is safe." Lango said, picking up the grimoire from her feet and placing it firmly in the car.
Without the levitating ability of the grimoire, Yumi seemed a little embarrassed, and she snuggled timidly at Rango's feet. If you put aside her anthropomorphic facial features and golden eyelashes and whiskers, she looks just like an ordinary kitten.
Lango closed the car door, patted the roof of the car to signal McQueen to pay attention to safety, straightened his tie, and walked to the nearest ATM machine.
Since the last time they promised to pay wages to the minions, their work attitude has become obviously lazy in the past two days, insisting on seeing cash before they are willing to work. Emma and Wednesday also happened to be at home. As a responsible boss and an elder loved by the children, Lango felt the need to show his generosity and strength.
So, on the way to the museum for a meeting, he stopped by an ATM machine and prepared to withdraw some cash. While paying his salary, he would also give Emma and the others some pocket money.
Different from the country in the previous life, you can almost see a street cash machine in the United States within a few steps. The most important thing is that the labor cost is too expensive. In addition to high wages, there are various expensive social security, and the banking system cannot use it. rise. ATM machines can effectively reduce simple operations such as deposits, withdrawals, and transfers, saving a lot of labor costs.
"Master, can I lie on your shoulders? The ground is so dirty." Youmi carefully avoided the stains on the ground and looked at Rango with pleading eyes.
"What? NO, of course not." Rango refused immediately. He didn't want passersby to think that he was a weird hippie with a cat in his head.
Looking at Youmi's frustrated little face, he knelt down, gently scratched her chin, and gently comforted her: "Don't let the magic book limit your nature. Your feet are for walking. If they get dirty, go home." Wash it up. I have a friend who is in a wheelchair, and you don’t know how much he envies us being able to keep our feet on the ground.”
"oh"
Yuumi reluctantly agreed, but continued to carefully avoid the puddles on the ground and followed closely beside Rango.
When he came to an ATM on the corner of the street, Lango looked around cautiously and then took out his bank card from his wallet after confirming that it was safe.
As someone who grew up in Queens, this was already a habit engraved in his bones. He couldn't even remember how many people he had seen who had just taken out their wallets or money and were shot by Nico on the roadside. Threaten to take away.
But this time it was obvious that he was overthinking it. The place he was staying in now was the Upper East Side in broad daylight, the most prosperous and high-end area in the United States. Almost all the police on the roadside were patrolling intensively. No Nico dared to seek death like this. .
At this moment, there was a middle-aged woman standing in front of Lange. She was holding a bag and standing stiffly in front of the ATM machine. Her fingers were trembling due to nervousness while entering the password. When a thick stack of banknotes was spit out from the machine, she turned her head slightly and said apologetically to Lango behind her: "ssorry, I have to take two more."
The cash withdrawal limit of ATMs here in the United States is determined based on the user's creditworthiness. Ordinary people can only withdraw five hundred US dollars at a time, and they are all in small bills with a face value of 20, but the woman in front just withdrew at least thousands of US dollars. , is obviously a rich man with extremely high credit, but the strange thing is that to withdraw so much money, a normal person would choose to go directly to the bank to handle it.
Thinking of this, Lange couldn't help but frown slightly, and he carefully looked at the woman in front of him.
There was obvious tension in her voice, and her body was shaking slightly, as if she had just experienced a huge fright.
Through the reflector on the ATM machine, Lango vaguely saw the scars on her face, as well as her glance at a Bentley in the distance from time to time.
Aware of all this, Lange moved his neck quietly and said in a relaxed tone: "Don't look back, I can help you. Were you carjacked by gangsters?"
Perhaps because the suit Lango wore today made him look more reliable and upright, the woman did not hide anything from him, and replied in a tearful voice: "Yes, my child is still in the back seat, he is only three years old."
"A gangster? With a gun?"
"right"
Lange nodded and comforted her: "Stand here and don't move. You'll be fine soon."
After saying that, he walked directly towards the Bentley openly. Yumi at his feet saw this and meowed excitedly. She likes owners with a sense of justice.
In the car at this time, the black man sitting in the driver's seat was cursing at the frightened child in the back seat because he was nervous and excited: "That bitch better move faster, otherwise I will kill you all and throw you into the car." "Hudson River!"
At this moment, a deep and powerful roar came from outside the car:
"Oi!!!"
Lango loosened his tie, walked to the car and shouted angrily. When the gangster looked over in shock, he kicked the car bumper!
Bang——!
The airbag exploded instantly under the huge impact!
"Fake."
The black gangster's head was shaken by the sudden shock, and he covered his face in confusion.
But Lango did not give up. He smashed the car window with one punch, strangled the criminal's neck and pulled his upper body out of the car.
Bang!
Lange kicked the car door, and the gangster in the middle instantly let out a painful cry.
"Robbery?"
Bang!
Lango kicked out a few times roughly, knocking the still wailing nigger to the ground, with blood pouring out of his mouth.
He took the gun from the gangster's hand, removed the bullet, stuffed it into the gangster's mouth, and punched the gangster on the chin, forcing the gangster to swallow all the bullets.
"Oh"
Lango let out a breath, and felt an indescribable joy in his heart. As expected, beating Nico was the most satisfying.
He then opened the back door, took the frightened child out of the back seat, rubbed the little guy's head and coaxed: "Hey, little tough guy, do you want to see mom?"
"Woo."
The three-year-old child, who was still wide-eyed and dazed, opened his mouth and started crying when he heard his mother. He waved his two little hands and beat Lango in front of him.
"Hahaha, be gentle, little man, uncle is a good man."
Lange smiled and comforted him. At this time, the child's mother also rushed over, hugged the child tightly, and thanked Lango excitedly.
"At least give me a business card, sir, so I know where to go to thank you."
"It's just a small matter, don't bother me."
Rango refused with a smile, turned around and left with Youmi, "My name is Rango. If you really want to thank me, just buy a few more tickets to the Natural History Museum."
Looking at the backs of a person and a cat in front of her, the woman was stroking the child's hair with a strange look on her face.
Natural history museum?
Soon later, inside the museum.
Outside a conference room upstairs, Princess Mary and Yumi were staring at each other with wide eyes. From time to time, the sound of the curator and others arguing and scolding could be heard in the room next to them.
"So you are Rango's new partner just like Teddy Toothless?" the tabby cat Princess Mary looked at asked curiously.
"Hmph, I don't like those two guys. They both smell like dog."
Youmi said gloomily: "But it seems that the owner likes dogs more. This morning, he first played with Teddy and then sat on Toothless to take a bath in the swimming pool. He didn't like to play with me."
"Puch."
When Princess Mary heard this, she couldn't help but be amused by Yumi's appearance, as if she was seeing a little girl vying for favor. She gently stroked Youmi's soft hair, winked and said, "Of course boys like to play with boys, but you are so cute, I think Rango will also like you."
"Hehe." After hearing other people's compliments, Yumi shyly stuck out her tongue, and then asked curiously: "Mary, are you the wife of Director McPhee?"
"Yes, although we haven't officially received the certificate yet, McPhee has already planned to take me to a wedding abroad." Princess Mary crossed her arms and looked forward to it in her eyes.
"Oh, Lange also kept praising Director MacPhee on the way here, saying that he is gentle and gentle, with a cold face and a warm heart. He is a rare good person in the upper class."
Mary happily wanted to say something more after hearing this, but the curator's roaring curses suddenly came from the conference room next to her.
"Fuck Squid! Emmitt Brown, you're such a damn egomaniac!"
"Fuck too! If I'm an arrogant man, then McPhee you're a brainless idiot!"
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In the conference room at this time, the curator and an old man with an afro wearing a white scientific research robe and glasses were pointing and cursing at each other, and even spitting on each other's faces.
Before convening this meeting, the curator was confidently preparing to promote Lango to the top, and the final voting result was indeed the case. Because of the previous auction, many local wealthy people in New York were willing to sell Lango's face. In these With the help of the forces, Lange has been leading the vote by a large margin, and the position of the next curator is already certain.
Unexpectedly, Dr. Brown, who was confronting him, appeared in front of him. This guy is a master of physics. He has disciples all over Europe and the United States. He is also one of the deputy directors of the council. However, because he is bored all year round, In the scientific research office, I rarely attend these meetings, and I am very Buddhist about many decisions of the board of directors, and rarely express contrary opinions. Therefore, the curator did not take this old scholar-like guy to heart, but he did not expect that he would suddenly show up today and strongly oppose Lango's appointment.
Although the results of the vote have been finalized, Lango's election cannot be changed. But this old guy's status in the academic world is very high. If he mobilizes resources to smear him, Lange's reputation will definitely be ruined in the academic world.
Curator McPhee, who regarded Lango as his nephew, naturally couldn't bear this, so he followed Dr. Brown to negotiate patiently. As a result, the conversation turned into mutual quarrels.
Lange actually wanted to go up and persuade him. After all, he was not an academic person, and he didn't need the reputation. The position was his own.
But unfortunately, at this time, he was being made comfortable in his seat by a force, and one foot was resting on his leg.
The female writer named Catherine sat next to him. Not only her feet, but also her hands were stretched out. After realizing that the man next to her didn't resist at all, her actions became even bolder.
It's been a long time since Lange last saw this woman. At that time, he saved the lives of her and a group of rich men with great power.
From that day on, this woman called him again and again to harass him, making no attempt to conceal her coveting of him.
The curator told him privately that this woman was a famous stamp collector in New York. Although she was rich, she loved nothing more than having sex with all kinds of men. Anyone who fell in love with her would be treated like a bully. The sugar is so entangled that there is almost no way to escape.
Looking at this face that was almost exactly the same as the female star in her previous life who liked to talk nonsense and make rude remarks, Lange suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of violence in his heart. He wanted to teach this damn woman a lesson!
But Catherine seemed to read his mind, snuggled more intimately on his shoulder, and whispered into his ear: "Enjoy me to your heart's content, Master."
Sang Aofu Bichi!
Lange cursed secretly in his heart. He also wanted to get up and persuade the curator, but now that the tents were set up, he was really in a dilemma.
Damn lust seeds!
At this moment, Dr. Brown's cell phone rang suddenly, interrupting the tense atmosphere in the room. He wanted to hang up directly, but when he saw the caller, he glared at McPhee opposite and picked up the phone anyway.
A few minutes later, after hanging up the phone and drinking a glass of water, McPhee wanted to fight again, but Dr. Brown pushed him away and looked at Rango who was almost close to Catherine.
"Boy, did something unexpected happen on your way here?" the old man asked abruptly.
"Um?"
Lango was stunned for a moment, then nodded and replied: "Yes, I met a nigga, an African-American, who was hijacking a car, and then I helped him."
"You helped him hijack the car?" Catherine immediately asked excitedly.
"Walter? NO!" Lange rolled his eyes helplessly and corrected: "I stopped the robber and saved the hostage."
Dr. Brown heard this and sighed softly after a moment of silence: "The one you saved is my daughter. She brought her grandson from Boston to see me today. Thank you Lango."
Everyone present looked at each other after hearing this, and then looked at Lango with subtle eyes.
"Uh, you're too polite, Dr. Brown. That gangster looks like a newbie. Even without me, your daughter will be fine after giving her money. By the way, your grandson is very cute and very courageous."
Upon seeing this, Lange said a few words of humility, secretly glad in his heart, as expected, good people are rewarded.
After Curator McPhee, who was still tit-for-tat with Dr. Brown, cleared his mind, the previous tit-for-tat disappeared instantly. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he returned to his seat. He cast an approving look at Lango and gave a thumbs up. vertical.
He knew that this boy would never let him down.
At the conference table, Dr. Brown sighed secretly. Facing the benefactor who had just saved his loved one, he could no longer maintain his previous opposition.
So, he cast a grateful look at Lange, nodded slightly and said: "OK, I take back all my previous words and vote in favor instead."
"Yes!"
Director McPhee was even more excited than Lango himself. He stood up suddenly, put his arms around Lango's shoulders, and shook his head excitedly and said: "Did you hear that? Lango, you are going to take over my shift. !”
Lango was infected by this sudden joy and responded with a smile: "Yes, curator, thank you for everything."
He hugged the man in front of him sincerely, and his heart was filled with gratitude. Since he started working in the museum, this cold-faced and warm-hearted man has been helping him. Even after he retired, he still spared no effort to travel around and build relationships to promote him to the position of director.
Director McPhee felt Lango's affectionate embrace and joked with a smile: "Taking good care of the museum is the greatest reward for me. Come on, Lango, you hugged me until I can't breathe."
Lango let go of his hand, the two looked at each other and smiled, and already started discussing where to celebrate.
However, at this moment Dr. Brown suddenly interrupted in disappointment: "Mr. Winchester, if you have time, can I talk to you alone?"
"Oh?" Lange grinned after hearing this: "Of course, doctor."
After a while, he and Dr. Brown were the only two people left in the conference room.
This academic tycoon with a strange dress and an afro took the initiative to take a glass of water from the water dispenser and handed it to Lango.
Seeing him actively showing kindness, Lange didn't put on any airs. After taking the water glass and taking a sip, he curiously asked: "Doctor, if you have anything to say, it doesn't matter. I'm not used to you being so polite."
"Hahaha"
Dr. Brown heard this and smiled: "You are much more polite than your father."
Lange was surprised when he heard this: "Do you know him?"
"Of course, I have worked at [The Log Cabin] before, and I am very familiar with everyone in the Four Horsemen."
Dr. Brown spoke bluntly, then changed the topic and said with a hint of apology, "Actually, I want to say sorry to you. After learning about your relationship with the Four Horsemen, I couldn't control my emotions and opposed you so strongly. I guess everyone finds it very baffling, after all, a person who is usually so indifferent to the world suddenly loses his composure.”
Lango smiled in agreement, "Do you have any grudge against the Four Knights?"
"Yes!" A trace of anger flashed in Dr. Brown's eyes and he nodded heavily, "Especially that damn Cleveland! That black man stole all my scientific research results!"
Then, Dr. Brown held the water glass tightly and angrily recounted his entanglement with the Four Horsemen.
More than ten years ago, when Dr. Brown was still working at [Woodhouse], he led a time travel project.
During that time, even if his wife divorced him because she couldn't bear the loneliness, he endured it and devoted himself to this project. In the end, the hard work paid off. One night, he finally succeeded in researching this project. .
A modified car that can travel back to the past and future!
Just sit on it and use specific operations to accelerate the vehicle to 88 miles per hour (141 kilometers per hour), thereby triggering time travel.
However, one accidental night, the Four Horsemen broke into the scientific research room after drinking. Cleveland started the car at the instigation of Peter and others. As a result, the people and the car disappeared into the cracks in time and space.
This is not just the disappearance of a car, but also the destruction of Dr. Brown's lifelong pursuit.
He went from a respected professor with a happy family to a lonely white-haired old man. All his efforts and sacrifices were in vain because of the drunken nonsense of the Four Horsemen that night.
Dr. Brown firmly believed that Cleveland had returned to a certain time and space decades ago. However, because there was no experimental data and no one else was on the car, the time shuttle car that had accumulated all his expectations was just left there decades ago. Before, never come back.
Mixed with anger and disappointment, Dr. Brown resolutely resigned from his position in the "Log Cabin" and regarded the Four Horsemen as his lifelong enemies.
Therefore, when he saw that rare surname and the names of his family members on Lango, the long-standing emotions suddenly burst out, causing him to lose his former calmness and grace.
Looking at the old man immersed in sorrow in front of him, Lange couldn't help but cursed secretly.
These four horsemen are really born one after another!
"Sorry Dr. Brown."
Lange put his shoulder on his shoulder and comforted him: "Speaking of which, since you have already had a successful experience, why not try again? With the lessons learned from the past, it should be more comfortable to build another time shuttle vehicle."
"I did, but"
Dr. Brown shook his head helplessly, with a trace of bitterness flashing in his eyes: "The most critical thing is still missing, and that is the driving device."
He looked out the window blankly and murmured: "The entire car must be driven by nuclear energy. The most important device is the flow container I invented, which can convert the highly radioactive plutonium element into energy, producing ten Two hundred million kilowatts of power, enabling time and space travel!”
"The element of plutonium is controlled by the military. When I was in the [Wooden House], I could apply for a little bit of it through the resources above. But now I am just a professor with a certain reputation. It is impossible to apply for plutonium that can travel through time and space." Element. Damn it! Those guys don't believe me at all, they just think of me as a crazy old man, even though a piece of plutonium as big as a fist is enough for me to travel back and forth in time."
"Wait, wait."
Lango stopped Professor Brown, who was still cursing, and asked with a raised corner of his mouth: "In other words, you have everything ready now, but you only need a piece of plutonium metal?"
"That's right! It's a pity."
"Nothing to pity Doctor."
Lange put his arm around the old boy's shoulders and raised a mysterious smile on his lips: "Would you like to go to my car and take a look? Maybe there is something you want."
"Um?"
(End of chapter)