The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

In addition to the intimacy itself, it also has some meaning of declaring sovereignty.

But Charlie couldn't be bothered with intimacy right now. Her tone was filled with worry: "Will this completely infuriate that Archibald Drummond?"

Li Shanze actually liked this name. He kissed the corner of Xia Li's mouth affectionately and explained, "This is meant to irritate Archibald Drummond. He's a major shareholder in Pharmaceutical Valley."

"If we don't provoke him, how can he mobilize all the power he can use?"

"How can we accurately strike those guys from Merck, Johnson & Johnson, and Novartis? Don't you want to know why they are teaming up to attack your teacher?"

"You don't think I'm really interested in freeing that unidentified wizard, Cyrus Morton?"

Li Shanze said with a smile.

"What? Could it be, could it be?" Xia Li's eyes brightened when she heard Li Shanze say this.

"You have already inherited Mr. Barnum's estate, my dear Shirley. Troubles related to the estate will eventually come knocking on your door."

Li Shanze scratched Xia Li's nose affectionately.

"Should we wait until they are fully prepared and come to us to catch us off guard? Of course we should strike as soon as possible. The sooner we eliminate the risk, the better."

Charlie cheered and threw herself into his arms: "I knew you were the best, darling!"

There are actually three reasons why Li Shanze got involved in dealing with Archibald Drummond.

The first is what he just mentioned, eliminating Xia Li’s hidden danger.

The second is to help Kate purify the devil Suffocres. They are all his women, so Li Shanze naturally cannot be too partial to one.

Third, Li Shanze also has his own considerations. He hopes to find a way to fight against Alessia by fighting against Archibald Drummond and the so-called "shame of the devil" Saphocris.

As for Cyrus Morton, the cooperation between the two parties can only be regarded as a mutual benefit. Jennifer is just a toy for Li Shanze to satisfy his sexual desires, and Li Shanze naturally does not take Jennifer's father seriously.

However, there was no need to spoil the mood by mentioning the last two points. After all, the atmosphere was just right. To be more precise, Charlie already knew the last two points.

Xia Li happily took off her long skirt and took the initiative to sit on Li Shanze's body. Unfortunately, the witch lady's physical strength was not good. After a few minutes, she was out of breath and collapsed in Li Shanze's arms.

Then she could only let Li Shanze control her.

The light source inside the room is the moonlight gathered by the RV's magical circle.

In the moonlight, Charlie's body looked like a delicate and smooth porcelain doll.

Her brown hair flowed down to her waist and hips, looking more like silk swaying in the wind.

The water droplets oozing out of the porcelain body had already been evaporated into mist by the body heat of the two people.

Li Shanze's hand passed through the brown silk that was as smooth as water, and the hollow in the porcelain doll's belly was being filled by him forcefully.

The bed made a kind of pleasurable creaking sound, and the frequency gradually increased.

Even this RV with a huge interior space seemed to tremble slightly.

Above the RV, the bright moon hung high in the sky, gazing coldly at the earth with the howling evening wind.

The indigo clouds collided with each other under the blowing of the evening breeze, rolling and reorganizing violently.

The porcelain doll looked as if she was disturbed several times and would break at any moment. But in the end, she just curled up comfortably in the man's arms, enjoying the afterglow, squinting her eyes lazily.

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In front of the Eternal Life Technology building, James Drummond's eyes widened in anger. "What did you say? Dillon McGee doesn't want to see me?"

"No, the Great Wizard is just not in Philadelphia, and we can't contact him..." The little wizard, who was suffering from the anger, looked worried.

"Humph, Dillon McGee, as the Grand Wizard of the Brotherhood of Time, he naturally knows when I'll come to visit him!" James Drummond said angrily, "Since he's not here, it means he doesn't want to see me, his old friend."

"But I heard that he is raising funds. If he still remembers his old friend, let him call me." The head of the Drummond family said this, then got in the car and drove away.

273 Mad Prophet?

Around Kaguya Town, the brothers Enzo and Al were still driving around aimlessly.

As the car circled around and around, the night grew deeper and deeper, and both of them became a little nervous, and slowly, they were about to reach their limit.

"Wait a minute, Al. There's a signal! The cell phone has a signal!" Enzo's originally numb expression suddenly came alive.

"What? Really?" Al also became happy. He turned his head suddenly and said, "Let me see."

"No, you pig! Look at the road!" Enzo forcibly turned Al's head back. Then, when he looked at his phone again, he cursed helplessly, "Damn it, the signal is gone again! Back up, back up!"

Al obediently stopped the car and put it in reverse. Unfortunately, Enzo's phone failed to find a signal again.

"No, let's just park the car here. I'll get off and look for a signal." Enzo sighed and said.

"Enzo, are you sure you want to leave the car in such a dark place?" Al strongly disagreed with this idea.

Outside the car, some Japanese-style diamond-shaped roofs occasionally peeked out from the black pine trees, and the copper bells on the eaves tinkled in the night wind.

Enzo gritted his teeth, touched the pistol on his waist, and said, "If the car runs out of gas, I'm afraid we will never be able to leave this damn place."

"Wait for me in the car. I'll get off and look for a signal."

"No, no, I'll go with you, Enzo." Al's tone was quite firm.

Enzo smiled and patted his brother's shoulder: "Okay, let's go together."

At times like this, brothers are indeed reliable.

Enzo thought with some relief.

But Al continued, "After watching so many B-movies, the biggest revelation to me is that you should never act separately at a time like this."

The little bit of warmth that Enzo had in his heart completely disappeared.

He slapped his brother's face in annoyance and scolded him, "You'd better pray that we don't end up like the protagonists in that B-movie!"

When the car was turned off and the roar of the engine was gone, the place seemed even quieter.

Both brothers felt the fear brought by the silence.

They all held their breath and stopped talking.

Enzo held a cell phone in one hand and a revolver in the other. He looked around vigilantly from time to time, and glanced at the cell phone screen quickly, expecting to see the good news that the cell phone had found a signal.

Al gripped the forend of the Remington shotgun tightly, his index finger almost on the trigger.

The two men's leather shoes trampled shallow pits in the pine needles and humus soil.

The moonlight was filtered by the pine branches into broken crumbs and sprinkled on the brothers' windbreakers.

The wind rustles the pine branches, and at first glance it looks like snowflakes falling.

"Wait, what is that?" Enzo pushed aside the pine branches, was startled, then lowered his voice and pointed forward.

"Isn't that a lake?" Al took a look and answered in a low voice.

"No, I'm talking about that, the gray thing." Enzo pointed to a spot near the lakeshore.

The sound of the lake water overflowing the shore was like a beast swallowing, and a ball of gray fog seemed to be stuck on the surface of the lake.

It was hazy there, like a building shrouded in fog.

More importantly, you can vaguely see an antenna extending straight into the sky.

The two brothers exchanged a look.

"Maybe the signal I just received on my phone came from there." Enzo glanced at his phone as he said this. "But the phone hasn't found a signal yet. Do you want to try closer?"

Al swallowed, the sound clearly audible in the still night. "In B-movies, curiosity is the beginning of death."

"Damn it, can you please stop thinking about that crappy B-movie of yours and watch some blockbusters like The Godfather?" Enzo cursed under his breath.

Despite his scolding, Enzo was still convinced by Al's B-movie theory: "Let's go, let's try walking in the other direction."

"Yeah, maybe we can find the signal in other places too." Al nodded quickly.

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"No, there is no signal anywhere else!" Al was extremely tired from the long journey.

Now he was just carrying a shotgun symbolically, not at all as nervous as when he first got off the car.

Fortunately, this forest, this lake, and this small town are extremely quiet, and there seems to be nothing dangerous.

"Come on, Al. Cheer up and let's go get closer to the antenna we just saw." Enzo also looked tired, but he still forced himself to cheer up and encourage his brother.

"We must be careful and don't get too close. We have to approach little by little." Al kept nagging.

But the long trek had relaxed him enough to crack a joke: "We should have hired a busty blonde bitch when we left Philly."

"On the set of B-movies, blonde boobs are always the first to be sacrificed, and wearing hot pants is tantamount to going to death. Fortunately, my brothers and I are all middle-aged men in trouble, so there is not much sexual tension."

Enzo was happy to listen to his brother's random chatter, which at least made him feel less tense.

The two chatted and laughed as they cautiously approached the building by the lake.

"If you put it that way...are there any other things to be aware of in B-grade movies with all that gore flying around?"

"Yes, for example, the main villains are all taciturn and socially anxious-" Al's words stopped abruptly.

Because an old man with tattered clothes and disheveled hair appeared in front of the two men at some point. He stared at the brothers without saying a word, his sunken eye sockets bright and sharp.

The two brothers were stunned. Facing the taciturn socially anxious person in front of them, they reached for their guns at the same time.

"Do you know how to leave here, old man?" Enzo did not forget to ask questions to confuse the old man.

The crazy-looking old man ignored Enzo's question. Instead, he stopped and asked, "Do you know Pythagoras?"

Seeing that the old man posed no threat, the two brothers relaxed their guard slightly. They looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

As children of seven in a family run by a New York butcher, their happy public education wasn't enough to teach them who Pythagoras was.

Enzo always felt that the name sounded familiar, and he couldn't help but fall into a state of deep thought.

Al spoke in a friendly manner: "Old man, we are private detectives. We can find anyone, including Pythagoras. Of course, we will charge a fee."

He hasn't forgotten to solicit business for his own detective agency.

"No, you don't understand, you don't understand at all!" The crazy old man was very disappointed when he heard Al's answer.

"Zu Chongzhi! The new edition of the Journal of Physics has thrown me into a blind panic! Wang Yangming! Merry Christmas to your family and friends! Lorazepam!"

The crazy old man spoke incoherently, turned around and stumbled away.

Fortunately, Enzo and Al had a low enough level of education. Although the words "Zu Chongzhi" and "Wang Yangming" sounded harsh to them and even gave them a headache, they were not enough to drive them crazy.

This is probably a Cthulhu-style rule where one's spiritual vision is too low, causing one to be unable to see the truth of the world, so one will not go crazy.

In short, fools have good luck.

Although they were sure that this was just a crazy old man with thin and withered limbs, the two brothers still breathed a sigh of relief - after all, in the dark night, an old madman would be scary.

Then, the old madman suddenly turned back and asked: "You want to leave here?"

Although the brothers both thought the old man was crazy, Al still insisted on giving it his all and said tentatively, "Yes, old man, we got lost and ended up in this, uh, Kaguya town, but how do we leave?"

The old madman said in a turbid voice: "We can't leave here at night. We can only leave when the fog clears at dawn."

After saying that, the old madman staggered away again.

"Did you hear that, Enzo? The fog will clear at dawn and we can leave this town!" Al excitedly asked his brother for credit.

"He talks like crazy, can he be trusted?" Enzo looked doubtful.

"You don't understand! Enzo, in B-movies, these seemingly crazy people are prophets who are not understood by the world! What they say is the truth!" Al was still very excited.

After Al finished speaking, he began to try hard to recall what the old madman had said before - there were a few strange syllables in that sentence that made him particularly uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was an important revelation from a prophet! The reason it made me uncomfortable was because it revealed the truth about the world and was cursed by evil forces!

Al thought excitedly.

Al Vitali, male, 35 years old, born in Brooklyn, New York, poorly educated, private investigator. He appears to suffer from paranoia.

"We're fucking private detectives, not crappy B-movie protagonists! That's too dangerous!" Enzo complained unhappily.

Despite this, Enzo was half relieved.

When you are feeling uncertain, and a fool shouts that he has a solution, even if you know it is unreliable, you will subconsciously seek psychological comfort - perhaps this is how religion was born.

Enzo breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at his phone and was surprised and delighted: "Ah, the phone has a signal!"

274 Early Morning Phone Call