Chapter 123: The ancient god Titan, the sacrifice is coming.
In a building called the [Bridge and Tunnel Management Bureau].
"Unlike us [Log House], MIB is headquartered in New York and does not have any branches in North America. Do you know why?"
"Well, because all the aliens in North America were forcibly gathered in New York City?"
"Shet." Joe looked at Rango in shock, "You are more than one level smarter than your dad, Pete."
He shook his head with emotion and continued: "You are right. Almost all aliens in North America are in New York City, so the jurisdiction of MIB is actually very small, just this area."
"But compared to them, our [Wooden House] is very troublesome. Many team members need to run all over North America to capture the troubled dark creatures everywhere."
Seeing this, Lange asked strangely: "Is it because there is insufficient funds? Why don't you build branches in various places?"
Qiao smiled bitterly and said: "There is no problem with funding. Now Washington attaches great importance to the issue of dark chaos, and the amount of funds allocated each time is huge. But the most important problem is that although there are many monsters hidden among humans, there are few demon hunters." And...
He didn't know what he was thinking of, and said unhappily: "There are also many consortiums that have privately established demon hunting organizations and used high salaries to poach many capable demon hunters and superpowers, so [Wooden House] has always been short of manpower. "
"You have also seen that here in New York, sometimes when something goes wrong, MIB has to use manpower to help."
Seeing this, Lange shrugged noncommittally. The danger level of capturing dark creatures is much higher than dealing with terrorists. If you are unlucky enough to encounter a guy from hell, your soul will be tortured even if your body is dead.
In his opinion, anyone in this situation would choose the one with the best salary and benefits, and there is nothing to complain about.
Joe on the side seemed to have read through his thoughts, and immediately added: "But Lango, you are different. Join the 'Woodhouse' with your strength, I guarantee that both salary and treatment will be the top, your teammates Same thing."
Lange nodded to express his understanding, and then asked: "Is it okay for us to enter and leave the MIB headquarters like this? Will their leaders have any objections?"
"Hahaha, don't worry. When Pete and Cleveland were still here, we used to come here to be cool."
He then chuckled softly and said: "Those alien moon-dressed dancers are much more exciting than those on earth."
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Lango glanced at this guy's lower limbs in shock. Didn't he say he was paraplegic from the waist down last time? Can that thing still move?
The elevator door slowly opened, and Lange seemed to have traveled through time and space, stepping into a bizarre world.
But unlike the group of monsters exuding terror that we saw in Hotel Transylvania before, these alien creatures at the MIB headquarters behave like normal people.
"They are queuing up for visas." Qiao pointed to the alien creatures lining up quietly and explained, "Many aliens need to go through the procedures again and return to their home planet once their temporary stay on Earth is up."
Lango nodded clearly, "That's reasonable."
After seeing them, in addition to the staff, there were even many aliens saying hello to Qiao. It was obvious that this old boy had come here to play often.
Not long after, they entered a corridor, and Joe walked to a closed office door and knocked several times, "Quigma, it's me, look who I brought here."
"Damn it, the sound insulation effect of MIB's room is too bad!" A slightly anxious voice came from behind the door, "I can hear it every time someone knocks on the door!"
Joe shrugged at Lango and continued to knock on the door.
But not long after, Quagma's exclamation came again: "Fake, stop knocking, the woman below me was so disturbed by your knocking that she had an epilepsy! No, wait and continue, you guys Keep knocking, her muscles are contracting, guys, it feels so good!”
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Lango looked at Joe in shock and asked in disbelief: "Did you just say that this guy inside is my father's best friend?"
Joe smiled awkwardly and tried to defend Quagma's behavior: "Uh hahaha, although Quagma is a little lecherous, he is still very reliable."
After saying this, he looked at Lango with a strange look.
It seems that the boy in front of him still doesn't know how bad his parents are and how evil they are.
After a long wait, accompanied by a high-pitched scream, the door was finally opened.
A man wearing a Hawaiian-style short-sleeved shirt appeared in front of everyone.
Lango looked at him carefully. He looked younger than Joe, and his eyes were extremely bright, but the most unforgettable thing was his wide and big chin.
"Rango?!"
Quagma recognized Lango at a glance and gave him a big hug excitedly, as if he was seeing a relative reunited after a long separation
The guy then took his hand and said excitedly: "Look, look, Pete Our boy has grown up to be an adult, hahaha, come and tell me how many dark creatures have you fought in these years?"
Lango was a little overwhelmed by the sudden enthusiasm. He laughed twice awkwardly and replied: "Not much. In addition to the yellow-eyed devil, there is also a black angel with wings."
"Walter?" Quagma heard the words and looked shocked, "Rango, you like men? And how come you can even kill black people?"
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Quagma laughed immediately and patted Lango on the shoulder: "Hahaha, don't be nervous, man, Uncle Quagma was just joking with you."
Then, he shouted into the room: "Hey, don't you see I'm talking to someone? Get out and get some cups of coffee!"
The next second, a strange creature that looked like an octopus and was covered with tentacles staggered out. Its facial features were blurred, and its facial features seemed to be squeezed together. Only a small round mouth was squirming.
At this time, a harsh female voice came from inside: "Quigma, if you were my husband, I would definitely poison your coffee."
Not to be outdone, Quagma retorted: "Don't worry about the moon man, if I had a wife like you, I would drink it without hesitation!"
After the tentacle monster left, he raised his eyebrows at Lange and said: "Although this moon woman is a bit ugly, she has a great academic background, which is suitable for macho men like us. Giggity~giggity~Allright~"
As he spoke, he also made a few hip thrusting movements.
Lange was stunned on the spot, with mixed feelings in his heart, and finally decided to change the topic: "So, the United States has indeed landed on the moon?"
"Hahaha, of course, buddy." Quagma said seriously: "Think about it, if the American moon landing was fake, then why didn't other countries see a lunar native when they landed on the moon?"
"Understood"
Lango nodded instructively. Although they had just met for less than a minute, this uncle Quagma shocked him more than any bullshit yellow-eyed demon.
"Oh, by the way, Rango, you have to remember that not just any alien woman can touch you."
Quagma changed the topic and warned Lango: "Just like the stowaway on the moon just now, when the woman is excited, her body will excrete a virus that is fatal to humans. You must not try it."
When Lange heard this, he was immediately surprised and said: "Then you still"
"Hahaha, don't worry about Rango." Joe explained with a smile: "Quegma's body contains all types of viruses known to mankind. This guy is invulnerable to all viruses."
"Except for Ebola." Quagma took over the conversation and said with pretense of regret: "When I got Ebola, it almost didn't kill me."
In the office, as the pleasantries ended, the three of them sat together, holding coffee in hand, and the atmosphere gradually turned formal.
Lango told them in detail about his encounter in the hotel, focusing on the appearance of Prince Nuada and the Tooth Fairy monster they released.
After hearing this, Joe said solemnly: "That creature is called the Tooth Fairy. It has appeared several times in Mexico before. I didn't expect this guy to dare to bring it to New York."
"Maybe it wasn't brought in from outside."
Quagma, who looked like a X-addict a few minutes ago, now looked serious and focused. He touched his chin and recalled: "When I was having sex with a woman from the Dryad Clan, I heard her talk about the Troll Market. There were a lot of dangerous items leaking out of the sky, and they probably bought this Tooth Fairy monster from the market.”
"OK, then things are simple."
Joe acted quickly and took out his cell phone: "I'll inform Hellboy and they go to the Troll Market to check. They must catch the monster selling the Tooth Fairy and torture him to see if he knows the whereabouts of Nuada's group."
Then, he turned his eyes to Quagma: "And you, don't patronize those old lovers who have secret meetings. In a few days, it will be the sacrifice day. How are you selecting the sacrifices?"
Quagma shrugged and replied easily: "The slut, the fool, the strong man, the smart man and the virgin, all five of them have been selected. If nothing else, they will go out for an outing in a few days, and then you know. "
Hearing their words, Lango thought of the plot of the movie "The Cabin in the Woods". In this movie, the "Cabin" organization is not only responsible for guarding and capturing those dark creatures, but also needs to monitor the Titans known as the Ancient Gods.
These people need to be sacrificed regularly in the order of prostitutes → idiots → athletes → scholars → virgins and use standardized procedures to please them.
Only in this way can they stop their thoughts of destroying the world and let them fall into sleep.
He frowned and thought for a while and couldn't help but ask: "Besides sacrificing these humans, don't we have any other way to continue to let the ancient god sleep, or even kill him directly?"
"Oh, it seems you know a lot about Lango."
Quagma smiled slightly, but his eyes showed helplessness: "We have tried, but there is no way. Those so-called hell lords and ancient demons are as weak as ants in front of the Titans, let alone us humans. Peter and Louise even took the initiative to communicate with the ancient gods, but in the end it was to no avail. Well, it's strange, not long after they came back, your sister Megan was born. At that time, we didn't even know that your mother was pregnant. news."
He patted Lango's shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, kid. After so many years, we and the ancient gods have been getting along fine. When the sacrifice is held in a few days, remember to come to the [Wooden House] to watch the ceremony. I'll leave it for you." Excellent location.”
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(End of this chapter)