The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

165 Palace and King

Li Shanze's straight punch was as unstoppable as a piston made of steel.

After knocking down the metal fence, the fist still carried the irresistible power of heavy machinery's flesh and blood, and violently hit old Carl's face.

Carl's face looked like a cartoon, dented by the punches.

Immediately afterwards, Carl's body left the ground, like a can thrown out casually, drawing a parabola and flying backwards.

Blood splattered out, and the gold-inlaid dentures that were in love with the blood reluctantly bid farewell to old Carl's gums.

There was a bang.

In the flickering light of fluorescent tubes, Old Carl slammed backwards into the shelf.

Scratch-off lottery tickets were flying all over the sky, just like snowflakes in Pennsylvania the other day.

The glass bottles filled with inferior liquor on the shelves were shattered in the rapid collision, and the pungent smell of alcohol rushed into the nose.

The burglar alarm shrieked piercingly.

Li Shanze retracted his fist with reluctance, looking at Old Carl twitching in the mess on the ground, admiring the result of his punch.

He subconsciously took out his pistol and wanted to shoot again, but when he pulled the trigger, he found that the gun was still unusable.

Li Shanze raised his eyebrows, recalling the words of the virtual saint Vivian: "When you enter this world, your firearms have been invalidated."

The ineffectiveness of firearms is not limited to Vivian's consciousness space.

It looks like this gun has become a throwing prop.

Li Shanze put the "throwing prop" back into his pocket, then reached out to touch Old Carl's gun under the counter.

Then he felt a full and soft touch, and immediately afterwards, a soft moan came to his ears.

?

What did I touch?

Li Shanze subconsciously let go of his hand.

At this time, the surrounding scene changed again.

The originally shrill and sharp alarm sound has turned into deafening music. The violent drum beats seem to be able to break a person's heart. Li Shanze even feels that the floor under his feet is shaking.

The originally flickering fluorescent tubes turned into colorful light balls.

The originally dirty and chaotic streets of the black slums have become psychedelic nightclubs flowing with wealth and desire.

The people present were the reveling black people, and the people sitting with them were all scantily clad white prostitutes.

Blacked is really a classic theme...

Li Shanze couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Only Xia Li and Li Shanze seemed out of place, as all the black men were touching the women in their arms.

It seems that a naked party will break out in the private room of this nightclub sooner or later.

The hand that Li Shanze had just pulled away was grabbed again by the white prostitute and pressed back onto her exposed chest.

"Hey, Bro! You're quite shy!" A black man, holding a wine glass in his hand, joked with Li Shanze.

These words, which were so funny that no one knew what was wrong, made everyone present burst into laughter. Some people even laughed to the point of crying, and the wine in their goblets spilled out.

Li Shanze forcefully pulled his hand back from the prostitute's arms, and then held the bewildered Xia Li in his arms.

At this time, Calvin Hope came over with a glass of wine.

But Calvin Hope's face was still the same, but his skin color had completely turned white.

Li Shanze raised his eyebrows.

It’s good to see you.

I think it's troublesome to climb up step by step. Who has the patience to watch your past as a gangster climbing up? I'm not a real FBI.

I just want to kill you and drive away in the RV.

Li Shanze smiled with satisfaction.

This result was within Li Shanze's expectations.

In a previous phone call between Hamilton and Calvin Hope, he learned that Calvin Hope was involved in the gang's business.

Therefore, the black gangs were most likely one of the forces that helped Calvin Hope to rise to power.

Apart from anything else, the gang's ability to collect votes should not be underestimated.

As for why he killed old Carl, he went straight to meet Calvin Hope.

Li Shanze had been wondering if there was any shortcut to skip Calvin Hope's career and meet him directly.

So Li Shanze bet that after Calvin Hope came to power, he would retaliate against old Cal - after all, in the eyes of his other self, Calvin Hope was a "scumbag who went to hell."

It now seems that Li Shanze won the bet.

So he and Charlie showed up directly at the celebration party after Calvin Hope killed Old Carl.

"Let's chat?" The thin white man raised his glass to Li Shanze with a smile on his face.

"Of course." Li Shanze also smiled and nodded.

"Please follow me." Calvin Hope whispered.

Then he took the lead and left the box with Li Shanze and Xia Li.

Behind them, the noise was becoming unbearable.

Xia Li's ears were red and she didn't know where to look. She lowered her head, held Li Shanze's sleeve tightly, and followed Li Shanze step by step.

With a bang, Li Shanze slammed the heavy wooden door, locking the decadent life behind him.

Only then did Charlie breathe a sigh of relief. She raised her head and was immediately stunned by the gorgeous place.

Ivory-white Corinthian columns supported the ceiling, and the vast space made it look as grand as a cathedral and a king's palace.

The purple-dyed velvet curtains draped down looked like the enchanting evening gown of a female star walking on the red carpet.

There was a Rococo desk, a Versailles-patterned floor, a Bourbon-style gilded wall mirror, and even a European family coat of arms hanging pretentiously above the fireplace.

Li Shanze could understand why Calvin Hope was too white in the eyes of black people.

Not only did Calvin Hope completely imagine himself as white, but there was not even a trace of black cultural element in this imaginary palace of Calvin Hope.

Everything here belongs to white Europeans, even the coats of arms of nobility are displayed. He probably wishes he were a European aristocrat.

What was even more absurd was that the white Calvin Hope was already sitting on the throne far away, wearing the king's robe and holding the king's scepter in his hand.

This is literally a palace.

"His Majesty the King" sat upright as if he was sitting in the clouds, and the distance between the two was dozens of meters.

At this time, Calvin Hope spoke, and the white king's loud voice filled the entire palace, but Li Shanze had no idea what he was saying.

???

Li Shanze had a face full of question marks.

Charlie whispered at the right moment, "Uh, he was speaking 17th-century court French... something like: My dear, since you've found this place, it means you're determined to be loyal to me. I will certainly reward you generously."

Xia Li translated for Li Shanze, but her face had an indescribable expression.

"I initially thought that Calvin Hope might be a liar, but now it seems that he is not lying at all. Calvin Hope's split personality is really a serious illness..."

Li Shanze complained to Xia Li in a low voice.

"Well, it's not just because of that." Charlie's expression became even more tense. "It's because I have a bit of trouble understanding his court French. Um, the pronunciation has a Southern black accent."

Calvin Hope thought he was a white king and even pretended to speak court French - but with a Southern American black accent.

This bizarre combination almost made Li Shanze's facial expressions out of control.

He finally understood what Charlie's half-smile meant.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I'm just a commoner and don't understand your noble court language. Can you let us speak English?" Li Shanze suppressed his smile and said loudly.

Before killing Calvin Hope, Li Shanze wanted to get the information about the RV from him.

After realizing that Calvin Hope eventually turned against him and killed old Carl, who had helped him to the top, Li Shanze no longer wanted to rely on the conscience of Calvin Hope, who had a complete personality.

In Li Shanze's eyes, this guy's credit has completely returned to zero.

Author's words: Thanks to Silver Thirteen for the recommendation vote

166 Assassination of the King

As for those who call themselves "barbarians", Li Shanze simply does not take the Western rule - that is, the international order dominated by the West - seriously.

Before Li Shanze traveled through time, the crumbling of the Western-dominated world order was already visible to the naked eye.

Li Shanze didn't have the slightest respect for this world order in his heart.

So after he had some guesses about the identity of the ogre, he could accept it openly, "Yes, yes, I am the ogre you are talking about."

You can also call yourself a barbarian without any hesitation to the spiritual white man in front of you who calls himself the king.

To put it bluntly, it was a "reward" bestowed by white people, and he didn't care.

However, the "white" king sitting in the clouds did not know what Li Shanze was thinking. He was very happy to hear what Li Shanze said.

"Well, very well. In view of your humble request, I have decided to grant you the grace to speak to you in English."

Li Shanze couldn't recognize Calvin Hope's Southern black accent when he spoke court French, but when he really switched to English, his Southern black accent became even heavier.

That's not right. Isn't this guy a native Philadelphian? Why does he speak with a Southern black accent? Is the influence of old Carl so obvious on him?

I remember that his accent was very normal during his New Year's Day speech - to be exact, very white, at least there was no trace of a black accent.

In fact, Li Shanze doesn't care about the accent.

This is not the real world, but Calvin Hope's consciousness space.

This is the consciousness space of a schizophrenia patient. It is already crazy, so nothing is surprising.

But Li Shanze had to distract himself by thinking about random things so that he wouldn't laugh out loud.

Because when Li Shanze praised himself as a commoner, His Majesty the King was very pleased. His originally neat and curly short hair that imitated Barack Hussein Obama suddenly grew longer, and he also grew a mustache.

Now he looks like he is cosplaying Louis XIV, the Sun King of France.

Well, Sun King, very good.

Calvin Hope just mentioned gratitude, and Li Shanze really couldn’t think of anyone more suitable to be the sun than the Sun King.

More precisely, it is the Southern black accent of Louis XIV, the Sun King, half of which is courtly "elegant language" and half of which is mixed with black swear words.

"If you just go to the Bastille and kill that mothe***cker, that nig*er, I will reward you generously!"

If he didn't let his imagination run wild, Li Shanze felt that he would not be able to help laughing no matter what.

Li Shanze distracted her attention by daydreaming, and at the same time, the witch was secretly pinching her thigh.

"Your Majesty, the reward I want is a motorhome, a special motorhome. Do you know where it is?" Li Shanze tried hard to suppress his laughter and asked word by word with difficulty.

You can't take what I don't give you! What a rude barbarian!

When His Majesty the King heard Li Shanze bargaining on his own, he couldn't help but feel very displeased.

It can be seen that Calvin Hope had a lot of fun playing the King game and even really regarded himself as the king.

Li Shanze didn't know how long he had been suffering from this illness.

His Majesty's face hardened, and his bleached face turned slightly darker. "I don't know what a motorhome is. Perhaps you should ask that ni**er! You can interrogate him as much as you want. I won't interfere!"

You don't know? Li Shanze frowned.

He didn't think the two Calvin Hopes were lying.

The idealist Calvin Hope was an honest man who was unwilling to lie; while the king Calvin Hope was extremely arrogant and disdained to lie.

Could it be that the RV is not actually in his hands?

Perhaps sensing Li Shanze's hesitation, His Majesty the King generously promised, "Just kill that ni**er! No matter how many girls, fans, or Dead Presidents you want!"