The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

His Majesty the Sun King lifted the velvet cloak behind him, and countless green Franklins flew out from his cloak, fluttering and scattering on the ground.

"Everything is available! I will certainly reward you generously!"

Since Franklin was not the President of the United States, he could not be called a Dead President.

This nonsensical little thing became the last straw that broke the camel's back for Li Shanze. He finally couldn't bear it anymore and burst into laughter.

"How rude! What are you laughing at? Guards, guards! Take this presumptuous bastard to the dungeon!"

The Sun King was furious and struck the ground hard with his scepter.

Then, a large row of guards holding long spears and wearing heavy armor came out one after another. They surrounded Li Shanze and Xia Li in the middle, and then swarmed over.

"What should we do, Li?" Looking at the guards rushing out, Charlie, who couldn't use any witchcraft, was angry and anxious. She had always been satisfied with being a little witch who brewed herbs, and had never hated her powerlessness as much as she did at this moment.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Li Shanze smiled.

Is this guy cosplaying as the Sun King too addicted? Even the nerdy white skin has its limits. At least get some armed guards. Who is this guy with cold weapons trying to scare?

So Li Shanze took a step forward, grabbed the halberd that was stabbing at him by the guard in the front with one hand, and then kicked the tin can in the chest, sending it flying.

The heavy iron can flew backwards with huge momentum, bringing the iron cans behind it backwards as well.

With a loud bang and a crash, the tin cans fell into a mess.

But this was just a drop in the bucket. The tin cans that came like a tide had formed a circle, surrounding the two of them. Li Shanze's kick only made a hole in the circle.

"Kill them all! Kill them both!" His Majesty the King shouted excitedly.

Li Shanze always felt that this "His Majesty the King" was not far from schizophrenia. Sometimes he used the words used by the king in the literary drama, and sometimes he used the slang of the gangster.

However, now is not a good time to think too much. Facing the tin cans that are coming up, Li Shanze quickly stuffed a crystal into his mouth.

Then he gripped the halberd in his hand and pulled the trigger before the encirclement closed again.

boom.

A crisp gunshot.

A huge bloody hole was blasted in His Majesty the King's chest.

Calvin Hope looked bewildered. He lowered his head slowly and laboriously, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

He seemed unable to believe that he was a king, so how could he be assassinated by a "barbarian"?

Because he lowered his head, his body slowly leaned forward and his center of gravity shifted forward.

As his strength rapidly drained from his body, he fell forward.

There was a pop.

His Majesty the "Sun King" fell to the ground on the velvet red carpet, blood gushing out - the same color as the carpet, which was very inconspicuous.

As Calvin Hope fell, the tin cans that were pouring in seemed to have been braked and were firmly nailed to the ground.

Let Li Shanze pull Charlie's hand and get out of the encirclement, let Li Shanze walk in front of Calvin Hope's body.

[Gun Master: Can transform any stick-like object into a shotgun (broom, baseball bat, iron pipe, even candlestick)

Shooting non-white people with converted firearms would be considered normal law enforcement by everyone, who would turn a blind eye to the shooting and not be held legally responsible. Shooting lower-class white people other than Anglo-Saxons and Jews would automatically receive legal pardon and be exempt from civil compensation. Shooting Jews would result in high civil compensation. Shooting Anglo-Saxons and white people would cause the gun to explode.

"What a pity, you are cosplaying a Frenchman, not an Anglo-Saxon white man." Li Shanze looked at Calvin Hope, whose skin color gradually darkened and returned to his original appearance, with a mocking look on his face.

Li Shanze looked at the guards who seemed to be frozen in time, with confused expressions on their faces, and suddenly realized.

"Oh, no, that's not right. The reason these guards ignored Charlie and me is simply because you're a person of color."

"Even though you feel you have spiritually converted to whiteness, this crystal still stubbornly believes you are black."

"Even if you're cosplaying as an Anglo-Saxon white person, like Queen Victoria or George Washington, this gun can still kill you."

Li Shanze shook his head and looked at the black Sun King lying in a pool of blood.

I have to say that Calvin Hope’s choice makes sense. The Sun King has to be tanned to look his best!

As Li Shanze sneered, the magnificent palace began to shake violently.

The ivory-white Corinthian columns quietly turned into the iron and wooden masts of slave ships.

The Versailles-patterned floor was transformed into the deck of a slave ship, with countless rough timbers bent and warped.

The iron and wooden masts could not support such a magnificent and tall building, so the palace began to collapse violently.

The first to fall were the high-hanging crystal chandeliers, which smashed to pieces on the wooden floor of the cabin. Only a small part of the wick of each lamp remained intact, a blood diamond from the mines of Africa.

Amidst the devastating collapse, Li Shanze pulled Xia Li to hide from place to place while quietly collecting diamonds.

When he picked up the last diamond and hid it, he found that the surrounding environment had changed again, turning back into the square when he had just entered this consciousness space.

The assembled crowd still gathered there, but the twelve towering pillars had collapsed.

Calvin Hope, a thin man, had a warm and radiant smile on his face.

He extended his hand to Li Shanze: "Thank you, Li! Thank you!"

167 Space for Change

"How are you? Are you feeling better? Have you found yourself again?" Li Shanze asked with a smile.

In fact, Li Shanze's question was a bit of a courtesy, because he had deliberately imagined the image of Calvin Hope in his mind.

But the Calvin Hope standing in front of him was still as elegant as ever, and he had not turned back into that black man who chanted scriptures.

"This is all thanks to you!"

In the face of Calvin Hope's smile, Li Shanze shook Calvin Hope's hand and felt his enthusiasm from the handshake.

What Li Shanze didn't know was that for American politicians, shaking hands is considered a basic skill for survival.

They can tirelessly shake hands and hug voters, making every voter feel his "sincerity, enthusiasm, and reliability" - in today's fashionable words, providing emotional value.

But no matter what, in Li Shanze's opinion, the dark-skinned Calvin Hope does look much more pleasing to the eye than the weird white Calvin Hope.

"How is it? Did you find what you wanted?" Calvin Hope asked seriously.

Li Shanze shook his head: "No, not at all."

Calvin Hope was stunned. “I can’t remember any RV at all, but I’ll help you find it, Lee.”

Li Shanze nodded.

Since neither of the two Calvin Hopes knew, even after they were reunited, they had no impression of the RV.

Maybe the RV is indeed not in his hands, or maybe the intelligence is wrong?

At this time, Calvin Hope continued.

"No, Li, since you didn't find the RV, my previous promise has become a blank check."

"Don't write a bad check to your friends!"

"I have to do something to repay you. Please tell me what else you need me to do besides the RV?"

Li Shanze smiled and said, "I have already got some diamonds, which is enough."

"Ha, diamonds are not worth much." Calvin Hope shook his head and laughed.

Ever since diamonds became artificially synthesized, expensive diamonds have become a complete waste of money. And it's the kind of waste that won't fool men at all.

Diamond merchants must rely on tying the hardness of diamonds to love and satisfying women's emotional values ​​to pua men in order to sell diamonds at high prices. Interestingly, for modern "independent women", it is difficult to say that there is any necessary connection between marriage and love.

Of course, having said that, Li Shanze had no intention of selling these diamonds.

He had originally intended to give these shiny things to women.

But I can't explain this in front of Charlie.

So after hearing that Li Shanze had got some diamonds, Calvin Hope just felt that Li Shanze didn't want to put pressure on him.

So he said, "No, Li, listen to me—"

"No, listen to me first, Calvin." Li Shanze pointed around.

After the twelve pillars that held up the sky collapsed, the environment was already crumbling.

A raging fire rose from the cotton fields in the south, and the fire shot straight into the sky, as if it was going to burn down the endless cotton fields.

The jazz and blues of the North have been replaced by wailing, a maddening noise that is deafening.

The wall of Chevrolets to the east had long since vanished, replaced by a void.

The court in the west, which was once high and mighty, also collapsed in a huge tremor, raising a cloud of dust.

This place has entered the countdown to destruction.

"What we need to do now is to leave here first." Li Shanze said.

But as soon as Li Shanze finished speaking, he was surprised to find that Calvin Hope was missing.

The ground beneath my feet suddenly cracked and a tornado erupted from it.

Li Shanze and Xia Li were involved.

"Hey~"

Ella once again opened the colorful light shield to protect Li Shanze and Xia Li.

This time, Ella's light shield was much thicker than that of the virtual saint Vivian. It seemed that this consciousness space had much more kindness.

However, the roar of this tornado was not a regular whistling sound. Instead, it was a variety of slogans issued by Calvin Hope's voice.

"Promote the Police Accountability Act! Mandate that all law enforcement agencies in the United States wear body cameras! Establish an independent monitoring committee to review cases of violent law enforcement!"

"Abolish mandatory minimum sentencing! Prioritize job training as an alternative to incarceration for black youth convicted of non-violent drug offenses!"

"Grant funds to clean up the criminal record archives! Help former prisoners apply for jobs and housing without obstacles!"

How should I put it? I can only say that it is a slogan that is very consistent with what a street politician who comes from a gangster background would shout.

In the tornado of passionate slogans, Li Shanze and his group were swept farther and farther away.

Finally, the tornado dissipated gently, and the ball of light wrapped around Li Shanze and Xia Li slowly fell to the ground.

They were blown away by the tornado from the area that was about to collapse.

The surroundings once again transformed into the colorful ghosts of internet emotions wandering the streets of Philadelphia.

"Calvin? Did you send us away, Calvin?"

Feeling Tornado's kindness, Li Shanze shouted.

There was no response, and Calvin Hope did not show up.

Li Shanze didn't understand what the collapse of that consciousness space meant.

Is it because his split personality has been cured, Calvin Hope has resolved his existential crisis and become a whole person again, so the spaces there are merging and reorganizing?

Or did something unexpected happen and Calvin Hope got into trouble again?

Li Shanze is still unaware of all this.

"Do you know what happened in Calvin Hope's consciousness space, Ella?" Since he couldn't figure it out, Li Shanze asked the experts in this field.

In any case, the elves are the most authoritative existence in the consciousness space among the people Li Shanze knows.

Unfortunately, the elf also shook his head in confusion: "Lady Ella doesn't know. Human consciousness is a very complex thing, ever-changing, without any rules, and too many possibilities..."

Since even Ella said so, Li Shanze could only temporarily give up thinking about what was happening on Calvin's side.

"Well, no matter what, at least Calvin fulfilled his promise and sent us back here. It's time for us to find a way to leave." Li Shanze shrugged.

He looked around at the street scene: "This is still Seventh Street, not far from where we encountered Vivian before."

He turned around and pointed at the building behind him. "This is the African American Museum in Philadelphia. It looks like we just left the museum. The two channels of consciousness are nested very cleverly."

At this moment, Charlie, who had been fiddling with her phone since returning to this consciousness space, said, "There's new news on TeleGhost. Ai Kou has pulled Kate and Angel into the chat. They're having a heated discussion."

Li Shanze raised his eyebrows: "Oh? What are you discussing?"

"We're discussing how to transcend the emotional ghosts in these consciousness spaces." Charlie frowned as she read the screen, thinking without looking up.

"Huh? How did they know about our situation? Didn't we have time to tell them before?"

"I've been in contact with Ai Kou all the way. Although I type very slowly, I still managed to explain the situation in a fragmented manner." Charlie bit her lip.

Even if it's of no use in combat, I can't hold Li back in other areas.