The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

This is bullshit consecration, this is clearly a fucking "purification" right?

Li Shanze was too lazy to talk nonsense with the taxi driver. He stuffed twenty Franklins into the driver's hand, then turned around and ran up the gangway to the cargo ship.

"I'll go up and take a look. You go first." Li Shanze said without turning his head.

"I, you--" The taxi driver was speechless for a moment.

He wanted to curse, but held back for the sake of the money.

He wanted to call out to Li Shanze, but he didn't dare to speak loudly for fear of alarming others.

He wanted to chase after her, but when he remembered the legends about the horrific end of those who accidentally boarded cargo ships, he could not muster the courage.

He wanted to just leave, but since there were more than one or two people who saw him bringing Li Shanze to buy a car, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to explain himself.

So he could only huddle in the corner with a lot of anger in his heart, silently praying that nothing would go wrong.

Then he put one hand in his arms and counted the seventy fragrant US dollars over and over again - this was his only comfort now.

"Lord, please make him run slower and make less noise. Don't let anyone see him."

"Lord, please don't let anything happen to him. Since he was able to use his connections in the Philadelphia Police Department to find me, his friends will definitely find me if anything happens to him."

The taxi driver twisted Franklin's head and prayed devoutly.

Li Shanze ignored the taxi driver and ran quickly along the gangway.

The moment Li Shanze jumped onto the gangway, the salt-soaked metal plates made a trembling sound like breaking guitar strings under his leather shoes.

He climbed the stairs three at a time, his steps so fast that they almost matched the rhythm of his own heartbeat.

Li Shanze felt that his guess was almost right. The things on this ship must have come from the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

But the goods produced in that mysterious country can reveal the "ultimate secrets of the world."

But the American spirit cannot bear this, so these clergymen need to hold a "purification ceremony" to dispel all possibilities that will make Americans "face the truth" before these goods can be put back on the market.

Since there are ships that can transport goods to the United States, there must be a way to take a ship back.

Li Shanze became more and more confident.

The deck rose and fell under Li Shanze's feet like a living thing, and bundles of steel cables piled up in the shadows like the skin shed by a giant python.

As he got closer to the container, Li Shanze quietly stopped making any sound of his footsteps.

The old priest, who was concentrating on his work, apparently did not notice Li Shanze's rapid approach.

He looked exhausted as he left the container and moved on to the next one.

Li Shanze still wanted to find out something from the old priest and didn't want him to suffer any mental damage, so he waited patiently for him to finish reciting the long spell in front of another container.

After the spell, the old priest put on his mask again and used a cross to scrape sparks from the lead seal of the container.

Then he waved the cross and raised his arms.

The rumbling sound was like the thunder that exploded when Moses struck the Red Sea with his rod, and the container door opened to both sides.

At this time, Li Shanze, who was watching closely, finally discovered that the old priest did not rely on strength to open the door of the container, but relied on "holy magic".

It's just that the posture is too similar to using force to open the door of a container.

Li Shanze looked into the container curiously and found that it was full of cars that looked brand new from the factory.

At this time, the old priest quietly lit the frankincense, then calmly took out a silk-wrapped FN-57 from the consecration toolbox and pointed it at Li Shanze who was hiding behind him.

"My friend, you don't belong here, and the cargo in the container has no impact on you. Are you a stowaway from that country?"

The old priest asked with some compassion in his tone.

The old priest's question answered Li Shanze's doubts, and he finally became convinced that the origin of this ship's cargo was exactly as he had guessed.

So Li Shanze smiled, he raised his ID in one hand and his gun in the other.

"FBI."

When Li Shanze pulled out his gun, he also lifted up his shirt, revealing a pair of handcuffs.

He calmly pointed the gun at the old priest.

"FBI? What does this have to do with you?" The old priest's face changed.

"To be exact, it's the FBI Special Affairs Division."

"Since you're a Catholic monk, you're probably familiar with the Grand Knight Kate Mackenzie, right? Would you be interested in explaining to that lord in person why you, a Catholic monk, were involved in this smuggling case? Hmm? You're under arrest!"

Li Shanze shouted.

boom.

The old priest pulled the trigger.

It's just that his shooting movement was extremely slow, and it looked like slow motion.

Therefore, Li Shanze bent down and hid behind bundles of steel cables, easily avoiding the shot.

197 Chaos

Although the old priest made a decisive decision to shoot, he was still affected by the three-fifths handcuffs, and the shooting action was like slow motion in a movie.

Li Shanze dodged his shot without much effort.

How dare they shoot at the FBI? This is no ordinary gangster, we must strike back with a heavy blow!

Li Shanze subconsciously wanted to shoot back, but he also wanted to get more information from the old priest, so he tilted the barrel of the gun slightly and did not shoot directly at the vital point.

With a bang, the bullet hit the old priest's sleeve, but left nothing.

There were no blood splatters, no bullet holes, not even bullet marks.

If it weren't for the sparks that flew when the bullet hit his sleeve, Li Shanze wouldn't even be sure that he had hit the target.

The result of the hit was that the bullet was deflected.

The quality of your ritual robe is pretty good, and it's bulletproof?

I haven't even seen such a bulletproof robe on Kate.

This thought flashed through Li Shanze's mind as he rushed forward.

The old priest's voice was high and angry: "This is blasphemy. I must take it back!"

Blasphemy? That's what Kate called the Eye of Blasphemy.

It seems that these conceptual props created by wizards have a general name within Catholicism.

Li Shanze has already swung his fist.

At this time, the old priest chanted the Latin spell loudly: "Cor mundum crea in me, Deus!" (Lord, please give me a pure heart)

Although his movements had been slowed down and the mantra he recited sounded enunciated, he still completed the purification prayer at a high speed.

A flash of white light passed by, starting from his ashe-white hair, moving down along his age spots, and covering his entire body.

The old priest seemed to be moving a little faster.

At least, facing the oncoming Li Shanze, he had enough time to clench his fist and throw a powerful punch with a strong wind.

But the speed was still not fast enough. Li Shanze had plenty of time to stop, dodge, and then retaliate against the old priest.

Facing Li Shanze's punch at his lower abdomen, the old priest did not dodge or evade, and was ready to take Li Shanze's punch head-on. He put the FN57 back into the consecration toolbox and took out a shotgun filled with silver-plated bullets from it.

boom.

Of course, Li Shanze would not use his fists to hit this bulletproof holy garment. He suddenly changed his tactics, turning his straight punch into an uppercut and punched the old priest hard on the chin.

The old priest reluctantly turned his head back, although his movements were slow and completely unavoidable, but his purpose was to lift the collar of his robe.

Li Shanze punched the collar of the holy robe and also hit the old priest's chin, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

At the same time, Li Shanze felt a sharp pain in his fist - he had previously felt that this holy robe was as solid as asphalt, but now Li Shanze really felt like he had punched a wall.

At this time, the old priest who staggered backward had slowly raised the shotgun in his hand in a strange posture, pointing the muzzle at Li Shanze.

Li Shanze immediately jumped to the side and hid behind the container.

The silver-plated shotgun roared and exploded, and sixteen single-barreled bullets engraved with verses from the Book of Revelation blasted messy bullet holes on the container.

It hurts, damn.

Li Shanze hid behind the container, shaking his hands, feeling that his fingers might be broken. He couldn't help but miss the witch's healing spell.

As for Li Shanze buying a car for Grey, Xia Li felt that out of sight, out of mind, so she chose not to follow him, even though Li Shanze said he wanted to "investigate clues in his hometown."

"You're going to tell me everything anyway, right?" Charlie said at the time. "I'll use this time to look up some information at the Paradox Library."

Just then, a round object made a crisp sound and rolled over from under his feet.

Li Shanze took a closer look and saw that it was a grenade inlaid with relics.

Damn it, now is not the time to consider holding back. This old priest is a little too troublesome.

Li Shanze kicked the grenade back in the direction it came from.

The seemingly insignificant grenade caused a devastating explosion, sending twelve containers flying into the air.

Amidst the flying clouds, the old priest stood silently on the deck. Unlike Li Shanze who was knocked over by the air wave, it seemed that the shock wave of the explosion had no effect on him.

His expression was as hard as his holy robe.

He stared at the direction where Li Shanze was blown away, then slowly loaded the bullet into the shotgun.

Although the old priest's movements were greatly slowed down by the three-fifths handcuffs, he was already fully armed and as strong as a city wall.

Damn, what should I do with him?

Li Shanze felt that the situation was a bit tricky and he frowned.

The one who frowned even more than Li Shanze was the taxi driver, Jason "Wheel" Hawkins.

Li Shanze started to panic when he ran towards the old priest.

When Li Shanze called out FBI, sweat appeared on his forehead.

When the old priest drew his gun and shot, there were tears in his eyes.

When the earth-shaking explosion echoed throughout the abandoned dock, his crotch was wet.

What the hell did I bring with me?

The taxi driver was in tears. His legs were trembling as he barely mustered up the courage to turn around and try to crawl away, only to find that old Lame Willy was looking at him angrily.

It would be better if old Lame Willy didn't point the black muzzle of his gun at him.

"What the hell is going on, Che Lun?" Old Lame Willy angrily pressed his gun against Che Lun's chin and asked, "Why did my stuff get blown up? Which gang bribed you, you bastard?"

The old lame man who was so angry that he turned red in anger could shoot at any time.

Knowing this, the wheel stammered, "How would I know? I just brought someone here to buy a car. Who knew he was actually an FBI agent?"

"What? FBI?" The old lame man was shocked. He originally thought that this was just a common tactic of gangs robbing gangs, but he didn't expect that even the FBI would be involved.

"Fuck, FBI, what should I do?"

Looking at the trembling hands and red eyes of the old lame man, Wheel of the Wheel's legs went weak. He was afraid that the old lame man would pull the trigger and send him to see God.

Wheels, his eyes darting around, suddenly pointed to the gangway: "Wait, what's that?"

I saw a group of crew members running towards the gangway in a panic, trying to get off the ship.

It turned out that the explosion finally alarmed the sailors hiding in the cabin, which caused them to panic, so they rushed out of the cabin and tried to escape.

At least Mr. Wheel was sure that he had not lied to the FBI agents, and that these crew members really did appear to be of Filipino descent.

"You are not allowed to get off the boat! Get back!"

The old lame man yelled angrily, "If you come down here, we'll all be in trouble. Get back!"

To make his case more convincing, he pulled the trigger.

The leading crew member was shot and fell backwards.

I have to say that the gun in the old lame man's hand is much more convincing than his words.

After he killed a crew member who tried to get off the boat, the other crew members stopped hesitantly.

But the sound of shotgun blasts, grenade explosions, and shouts of "FBI!" from behind were more convincing than the gun in the old lame man's hand.