Chapter 190 Wooden House: Another World Branch!
"It seems like almost strong music, ah?"
"Sang Yaofu Bichi?!"
When MM and Frankie first saw Lango, they were instantly shocked. The curses they blurted out immediately turned into surprise. They looked at each other and rushed towards Lango in unison, beating his arms excitedly.
"Where have you been during this time? The colonel sent several groups of people to Europe to search for traces of you, but not even a hair was found."
"Well, I went for a walk in the Far East."
Lange made an excuse lightly, "As you know, neither the CIA nor Walter has the ability to penetrate there, so I spent a few days patiently and called a group of old friends over."
"What do you mean a few days?"
"A period of time? You disappeared for almost two months!" MM shook her head helplessly, "We almost thought you were plotted by Walter, Shet!"
"Oh?" Lange's heart moved slightly when he heard this, and his eyes turned to Youmi aside. The little guy understood, quickly flipped through the grimoire, and then whispered a few words into his ear.
After hearing this, he raised his eyebrows slightly. Well, the passage of time in the two worlds is different. This is the norm for time travellers.
"Whatever~"
Lango smiled in relief, opened his arms and hugged everyone one by one.
After returning, he immediately contacted Colonel Mallory and learned about the new base of Butcher and others, as well as their heroic deeds of running around and collecting superhuman dirt in order to promote the "Superhuman Registration Act." He couldn't help but have a little more respect for these ordinary people.
When he saw Kimiko, Rango was slightly surprised, "China?"
"Japan." Frankie quickly clarified, "She is an experimental subject we rescued from Walter's laboratory. She seems to have lost the ability to speak."
"OK"
Lango's interest suddenly dropped. Just when he was about to introduce the helpers he had brought, a familiar voice came from the corner.
Butcher poked his head out from the ruins with difficulty, "3Q, thank you for caring so much about me, so who of you can give me a hand now?"
"Hahaha"
Everyone looked at each other and smiled. Teddy stepped forward and extended his furry little hand with concern. Butcher saw this and said helplessly: "OK, I'd better do it by myself."
Rumble.
At this moment, Storm, the woman who was punched away by Lango and buried in the rubble, was struggling to break out of the rocks.
Purple electric light raged around her, shattering the surrounding stones one by one.
"Shet! I almost forgot about this bastard!"
Butcher quickly shouted: "Stop her Lange, this Bichi is not only rough-skinned and thick-bodied, but she can also fly on a horse!"
"Don't worry, she can't escape."
Lange gave everyone a reassuring look, and then gently pressed his palm, indicating that everyone would wait and see what would happen.
Immediately afterwards, the ruins where the storm was located suddenly exploded, and purple lightning came out of the hole like a wild dragon, destroying wantonly. Then a woman wearing a purple battle suit with short hair came out of it.
She stared straight at Lango with burning eyes.
Rango Winchester!
The only man in the world who can fight against the people of his motherland without deciding the outcome!
Recalling the thrilling showdown between Storm and the Motherland in the video, she couldn't help but tense up a bit, "You are also a superhuman, why are you joining forces with them?!"
"Oh, how should I answer this?"
Lange opened his arms and smiled: "We have always been in the same group."
Feng Feng was stunned when he heard this, and then he quickly reacted. His hands flashed with lightning, and he jumped into the air with a show of his body, trying to break through the ceiling and escape from here!
It turns out that the guy who has been targeting superhumans behind the scenes is Rango!
She must leave as soon as possible and report this important information back!
However, just when she was about to break through the restraints, the air around her seemed to freeze, and an indescribable sticky feeling bound her tightly, and her speed slowed down suddenly, as if time had stopped at this moment.
Mavis in bat form stood on Yumi's head, purple light flashed in her eyes, and her expression revealed surprise, "The impact of this woman's lightning is so powerful, it feels like she will break through the time-stop field in the next second."
Lango nodded slightly and raised his chin towards the high school student behind him.
Andrew walked out of the team, stretched out his finger and lightly hooked the woman in front of him who was controlled in mid-air.
Storm suddenly felt an irresistible force raging between her limbs, trying to tear her into pieces.
However, as an early experimenter of Compound No. 5, although his physical strength has not reached the level of the people of the motherland, it is not that easy to break through his defense with ordinary telekinesis.
She smiled contemptuously, "Is that all you have? That's really disappointing!!! Fake!!"
Before she finished speaking, a sharp pain hit her, and her legs were violently torn off from the knees, the remaining limbs were broken, and her blood plasma surged!
Upon seeing this, Andrew retracted his outstretched hands with satisfaction. Now he could even tear off the plane with his telekinesis. Although it took some effort this time, fortunately, he was not embarrassed.
Storm lost his legs and fell from the air, his eyes full of disbelief and fear. She never thought that these people would be so cruel to her, and the most important thing is that they do have that ability!
Listening to the woman's cries of pain, Lango slowly approached, kicked the broken leg away in disgust, and then said to the storm in an almost sympathetic tone: "I know, I know (I know) ~ You can never kick again in the future. Football."
"But don't worry, my dear." He gently stroked the messy hair on Feng Fang's forehead, gently rubbed his fingers on her sweaty cheeks, and comforted her softly: "I will prepare the best wheelchair for you. ”
Storm glared angrily, his eyes filled with hatred for Rango, "You...pervert!"
Lango chuckled, as if enjoying the other party's anger, "Oh~ it seems you have a preliminary understanding of me."
He patted Storm on the head, as if comforting a stray old dog, and then turned around and asked Butcher: "So what is the use of this woman? Should I kill her or put her back to scare the Walter Company?"
Butcher pointed to the information on the table and flashed his trademark crooked smile, "Buddy, this woman's role is definitely beyond your imagination."
After a while.
Lango sat on the tattered sofa in the base and glanced at Butcher and his party, satisfaction and surprise intertwined in his eyes.
Just a few characters who looked like supporting characters actually accomplished what he arranged for them.
Especially Colonel Mallory. According to Butcher's description, in order to promote the "Superhuman Registration Act", this old woman in her eighties did not hesitate to use all available connections and shuttled between various power agencies in Washington. Now, It has been an important promoter of support for the bill among members of the House of Representatives and the Senate.
Butcher and the others, as ordinary people, quietly contributed to the advancement of the bill and collected a large amount of scandalous evidence about superhuman beings.
If it weren't for the threat of superhuman terrorist activities overseas, which forced the government to need local superhumans to stabilize public sentiment, Vought's stock price would have plummeted.
Lange thought to himself, did he meet the protagonist of this world by accident?
Retired special forces soldier Butcher, weapon modification master French, thoughtful black MM, communication technology expert otaku Huey, plus the newly added Japanese female Kimiko, a master of close combat.
The more Lango thought about it, the more likely it became that such a team configuration was simply a standard protagonist group lineup, and the composition of the members was extremely "politically correct."
"Wow."
At this thought, Lange couldn't help but applaud and praise, and slowly nodded to everyone, "You did really well during my absence. I am pleasantly surprised for you, guys."
Everyone looked at each other and smiled, shrugging modestly. Butcher even took the opportunity to joke: "So you are always so short of words to praise others, right?"
"Not satisfied? How about this?"
Hearing this, Lange pointed at him with a smile, a grin similar to the iconic grin of the motherland appeared on his face: "And you, my friends, you are the real heroes!"
"Shut up."
"You succeeded in making me want to puke, Rango."
"Hahaha"
Laughter echoed in the base, and the teasing and joking among everyone quickly narrowed the distance between them due to long separation.
Butcher opened the refrigerator, took out a few cans of beer and threw them to a few people, then turned his eyes curiously to the group of strange-looking guys behind Lango.
"If I guess correctly, they are the helpers you called from the Far East, Lango? And... could that be a dragon?!" He pointed at Toothless, who had shrunk in size and was looking around with wide eyes. A look of disbelief.
"Yeah. Haven't you seen it?" Lange said with a proud smile.
His original plan was to call all the members of his [Woodhouse] New York branch, but the Compound No. 5 incident made him realize that the number of superpowers hidden within Walt Company was far greater than imagined. The strength of the branch alone is obviously not enough to cause enough trouble.
So. He played a big game! At this moment, behind him were not only his girlfriend Mavis, Andrew the Vomit Man and other old team members, but also a group of strange-looking, obviously non-human creatures.
Yes, those were a group of criminals he carefully selected from the [Wooden House] prison.
He originally thought that Quagma would disagree, but when he heard that he was going to harm people in other worlds, he immediately agreed readily.
Although it is very immoral, who said this is Quagma?
"So"
Huey looked at the group of monsters of different shapes filling up the space in the base. He couldn't help but pursed his lips, turned to Lango and asked: "What should we do now?"
Lange shrugged easily, with a playful smile on his lips: "Theoretically, we can break into Walter's company. I will be responsible for entangling the people of the motherland, and you will deal with the other staff. Then, with Walter's In the name of calling all superhumans back to the headquarters, we will conduct an internal purge and complete genocide! Finally, we will storm into Washington, take off the president’s head, and stain the mouth of the Mississippi River with blood!”
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For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone looked at each other with different expressions.
Butcher managed a smile, "I like your sense of humor, man."
However, mid-sentence, he noticed Lango's unsmiling face. He paused and said in shock: "Wait, is what you said true?!"
"Hahaha"
Lange finally couldn't help laughing, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, I was just joking. We still have to live well here, how can we be so impulsive."
"OK. OK." He clapped his hands and announced loudly: "It's party time! Let me formally introduce these new friends to you!"
"yeah--!"
night.
On the rooftop of a certain apartment, the cold wind was biting, and Colonel Mallory unconsciously tightened the collar of his windbreaker.
She has always disliked the severe cold in New York, which is why she resolutely left this bustling city after retirement, refused the comfortable community arranged by the military, and chose to stay away from the center of power, living in seclusion in a foreign land with only one loyal servant.
She once thought that the rest of her life would slowly pass by in endless regret and self-blame, and eventually she would grow old peacefully beside a warm campfire.
But no one, including herself, expected that she, an octogenarian, would come out again, take the initiative to join the arena of power, and poke the death door of Walter Company as soon as she arrived. Big ones.
Mallory was very tired now, even a little drowsy, but when she thought of Lango's promise to her, she immediately cheered up. If what the superhuman boy said was true, she was just one step away from defeating herself. It can make up for the biggest regret of the past.
Bang.
The door to the rooftop was pushed open, and Rango's voice followed.
"I bought you a cup of hot coffee, Colonel."
"Thank you, but you should keep a low profile Lango when you come back. Before the bill is passed, it's best not to let Watt Company know that you are with us."
Colonel Mallory took the coffee with a smile, and the warmth instantly spread to her palms. She reminded softly: "Don't forget, you are also a superhuman. If at this juncture, all superhumans in the United States know about our relationship, you will be They branded themselves traitors."
Lange smiled nonchalantly upon hearing this, "I don't care what anyone thinks about what I want to accomplish."
He said, handing over a heavy document bag, which contained all the scandals about Storm Girl, the latest member of the Super Seven, the girlfriend of the motherland, and the spokesperson of Compound No. 5.
Unlike other superhero murder, QJ, X-drug and other scandals, Storm is a Nazi on horseback. In this world where political correctness is extremely serious, this is quite fatal to Vought.
And this was indeed the case. Colonel Mallory couldn't wait to open the file bag and flipped through the shocking information. Her expression gradually changed from shock to ecstasy.
"Lango. Prepare to give the company a loud name."
She looked at Lango expectantly, "With this evidence, Congress will speed up its review of the "Superhuman Registration Act" and the public's anger will be our most powerful weapon."
After finishing speaking, she couldn't help but become nervous again, and asked Lango again about his promise to her two grandchildren. "What you promised me." There was a tremor in her voice.
"Don't worry." Lange pressed her hand gently and gave her a firm look: "I will bring your two grandchildren back to you."
"Thank you! If you can do it, if you need me in the future, just ask."
Looking at the female colonel's nervous and expectant eyes, Lange secretly felt worried. Before, he just casually made a promise for free.
As for whether McQueen, who had been modified by the doctor, could travel through time and space and return to the past in a different world, he was really unsure.
A few days later.
The storm carefully planned by Colonel Mallory swept the world and set off an unprecedented wave of public opinion.
From authoritative TV stations to tabloids on the streets, to short video platforms all over the Internet, the scandal of Storm Girl is like wildfire, quickly occupying every corner!
". Regarding Storm's alleged connection with Nazi, photos of Nazi Storm have been leaked. Please pay attention to the swastika flag behind him."
".This woman is over a hundred years old! What's even more incredible is that we have more confirmed photos of Storm and the Nazi High Command! Among them are Goebbels and Green."
".I can't believe that in this day and age, I have to say this: Naziisbad!!!"
However, when Storm herself seemed to disappear from the world, the target of public opinion instantly turned to the Vought Company, and a verbal and written campaign against it ensued.
"The most important question is, after such serious violations of law and discipline, how can we allow Vought Company to issue Compound No. 5? This is a company that cooperates with the Nazis!"
"The Pentagon announced that it would suspend its huge order with Vought for Compound No. 5, and the deal worth 50 billion US dollars fell through. Vought's stock market suffered a severe hit, falling below the issue price at the opening!"
"The call for the "Superhuman Registration Act" is rising, and openness and transparency have become the only way out, aiming to prevent the recurrence of storm events and protect society from potential threats!"
".Fake Squidstorm! Fake Squidwater!"
Snap!
Edgar turned off the TV angrily and slammed the remote control on the table. Unprecedented emotions surged through his heart.
As the leader of a large group that is one of the world's top 50 companies, he rarely loses his temper like this, but with what happened in the past few days, even he can't maintain his usual composure at this moment.
With his eyes closed tightly and his fingers tapping rapidly on the table, Edgar tried to clear his thoughts, trying to find a ray of clarity in this chaos and forcing himself to calm down.
The company's stock price has ushered in an unprecedented plunge, the damage to Vought's image has been linked to Nazis, and it has lost a large order of 50 billion from the military. The passage of the "Registration Act" is inevitable. From now on, Vought All its superhumans will be under the joint jurisdiction of multiple government departments, and there may even be a private company among them!
Damn Fuck——!
How can you calm down like this?
Even though he has always been known for his elegance and rationality, he couldn't help but cursed secretly in his heart at this time, wishing he could find the storm that he was hiding in and chop it into pieces!
Bang--!
At this time, the office door suddenly opened, and the people from the motherland rushed in.
"I have Storm's whereabouts, her that day."
"Shut up!"
Edgar interrupted the motherland man's words, pointed at him and shouted in a deep voice: "Don't mention this Nazi's name in the company in the future. We don't know her identity from the beginning to the end! We are all victims of being deceived. We know Already?"
The motherland man narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath and nodded slightly, "Don't you need to find her?"
"I'll screw her to death!"
Edgar was extremely angry and cursed for the first time, then pointed at the people of the motherland and ordered: "Organize a press conference immediately to clarify everything to the media. We must completely distance ourselves from the storm."
"What about the Superhuman Registration Act?"
"That is no longer controllable. The top priority is to stabilize the stock price and restore the public image of Vought and the superheroes."
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Half an hour later.
The stiff face of the motherland appeared on TV.
"We, including myself, Super Seven and every member of Vought, were deceived by the disguise of the storm. On behalf of all of us, I would like to sincerely apologize to the citizens who have supported us. We have not been able to We can see through her true face as soon as possible."
On the sofa, Butcher witnessed this disgusting scene. With a sneer on his lips, he cursed in a low voice: "It's so hypocritical. He must be the first person to know that Storm is a Nazi!"
Lange nodded in agreement. With the strong desire for control of the people of the motherland, it is absolutely impossible to be boyfriend and girlfriend with Feng Feng without knowing the identity of the other party clearly.
After Butcher finished speaking, he turned to look at him, "If nothing else happens, the "Act" will be passed in the next few days. Have you decided on the name of the company, buddy?"
"certainly."
Lango raised his beer, took a sip, and said with a smile: "The Cabin in the Woods, CIW, or... you can also call it [Cabin]!"
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(End of chapter)