The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

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In James Drummond's private study, the air was as still as ice. He slammed the telephone receiver back onto the base, making a sharp click that stood out in the dead silence.

His knuckles, already white from gripping the receiver so tightly, were now bulging with veins, like twisted venomous snakes, twitching ferociously on the back of his hand.

Marco Giuseppe Romano and Vikram Chandrasekhar were both silenced in the face of an enraged James Drummond.

"Theodore Lancaster..." James Drummond chewed the name with gritted teeth.

Drummond turned around and asked, "Do you think he kidnapped Alex?"

Vikram Chandrasekhar pushed his glasses up and said in his curry accent, "I think there's something fishy going on here, maybe some misunderstanding—"

Marco Giuseppe Romano quickly interrupted, "Yes, it must have been Theodore Lancaster! That's why he rushed to the hospital to visit Miss Annabell Graham and see how much she remembered."

Romano was still blaming Curry in his heart at this time - Drummond had obviously already determined in his heart that Lancaster had kidnapped Alex, and it was useless for you to defend him now.

Is this a human experiment being done on me? Stupid?

"boom!"

Drummond slammed his fist on the heavy desk, and the loud noise made the antique vase on the table jump.

On the precious Persian carpet, a priceless glass ornament was knocked over by the sweep of his arm and fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound, and the fragments flew everywhere, just like his shattered sanity at this moment.

"Bastard! Beast!" Drummond let out a beast-like roar, his voice hoarse and destructive.

His usually calm and dignified face was now distorted beyond recognition. His cheeks had turned the color of liver, and the blood vessels in his temples were throbbing as if they would burst at any time.

He began to pace back and forth in the study, each step carrying a heavy and violent force, his leather shoes making a heart-pounding sound as they rubbed against the carpet.

He grabbed a stack of documents on the table and tore them into pieces without even looking at them. The scraps of paper flew like snowflakes, carrying an anger that could burn everything.

Then he suddenly roared at the two of them.

"Contact all security departments! All private detectives! All possible connections!"

"At once! At once! Dig up that bastard Theodore Lancaster! Dead or alive!"

"And Alex! My son! Get him back to me at all costs! Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

His chest heaved violently, and each breath felt like a convulsion.

The study was filled with a suppressed and violent atmosphere. It was the most primitive and thorough anger a father could erupt after his power was challenged, his trust was trampled upon, and his bloodline was threatened.

He stood there like an active volcano about to erupt, with the flames of revenge burning in his eyes.

The two looked at each other, nodded, and retreated.

When the two wizards left, Drummond, who was alone, no longer played the role of a father whose son had been kidnapped, and he immediately regained his composure.

But his eyes were extremely sinister, staring coldly at the two people walking away.

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284 TV News and Crystallization

The tense background music and the rapidly switching images of the Philadelphia city night scene, the Merck Pharmaceutical Building, and the Drummond family mansion finally freeze on the words "News Live".

"Welcome to CBS News Live. I'm your host, Emily Jennings. Due to well-known reasons, Annabel Graham is unable to host tonight's show. I will take over the show. I apologize for your understanding."

Although the female anchor on the TV screen had a serious face, she was radiant when she encountered such a good thing that came out of nowhere, no matter how stern her face was, it could not hide her radiance.

As the saying goes, good things happen to make one feel refreshed - although the kidnapping of a rich young man and the hospitalization of his colleagues were horrific crimes on the surface - at least Emily Jennings was a beneficiary.

Annabel Graham, who had just woken up from an overdose of sedatives, was lying in bed and always felt that her colleague looked very energetic.

Although Annabelle is now Alex Drummond's "official girlfriend", as long as the FBI relaxes its protection of her, there will be countless TV announcements waiting for her to show off.

But when Annabell saw that her female colleague also got benefits, she still gritted her teeth in hatred.

She turned off the TV angrily, then muttered to herself in distress: "Where's that gentleman from Merck? Why hasn't he come to ask for clues about the RV and Alex..."

Her words reached Theodore Lancaster's ears intact through the carnations at the head of the bed.

What's the point of you saying this now?

Theodore Lancaster was now tightly handcuffed and sighed helplessly.

I already know where the RV is! I'm being held captive in it! And Alex, I've already met him!

Theodore Lancaster had completely lost interest in Annabel Graham. He simply cut off the monitoring spell on the bouquet of carnations and watched TV helplessly.

On TV, the female anchor of CBS smoothly reported: "Tonight, Philadelphia is shrouded in a kidnapping case that has shocked the entire city. Theodore Lancaster, senior vice president of Merck's strategic investment department, has been accused by a key witness of kidnapping Alex Drummond, the heir to a Philadelphia financial family."

Hearing the news that seemed to insist that he was the kidnapper of Alex Drummond, Theodore Lancaster's face twitched: "Idiots! They are all idiots! The police are idiots! The media are idiots! They are all idiots!"

"Just when the police tried to summon him, Mr. Lancaster drove away. His Audi A8 luxury car was later found abandoned, but he was nowhere to be found. What is the truth hidden in this confusing case?"

Theodore Lancaster blushed. He wanted to turn off the TV, but unfortunately he was handcuffed tightly and the remote control was not in his hands.

"There's no truth in this! I was fucking framed! I was framed! I didn't abandon the car at all!"

Anchorwoman Emily Jennings had no idea of ​​Theodore Lancaster's feelings on the other end of the TV. She continued with the proceedings: "We are now connected with Philadelphia Police Department spokesman Sergeant Smith for the latest developments. Hello, Sergeant Smith."

The scene switches to a split screen of Emily Jennings and Sheriff Smith.

Theodore Lancaster was furious when he saw Sheriff Smith's stupid face. He cursed: "Good-for-nothing! Idiot! Incompetent! You know nothing about the real murderer!"

"Good evening, Emily. I can confirm that based on the preliminary testimony we received from a key witness, Mr. Cyrus Morton, Mr. Theodore Lancaster is indeed linked to the disappearance of Mr. Alex Drummond. We are currently searching for Mr. Lancaster with all our strength and treating him as a key suspect in this case."

"What nonsense! What absolute nonsense! Those bastards conspired to slander me!" Theodore Lancaster was furious.

"We understand that Mr. Cyrus Morton is a witness who has lost his memory and has just been released by the police. May I ask, Chief Smith, how legally binding is his testimony?"

"Bullshit! That guy is a liar! He must be the mastermind! What a shitty witness!" Theodore Lancaster's face and neck were completely red, and even the blue veins on his neck were tense.

Sheriff Smith also showed no sympathy for Lancaster's feelings. "Mr. Morton did provide us with vague allegations about Mr. Lancaster after his release. Although he currently suffers from amnesia, his testimony provides us with important investigative direction. We are working hard to find more evidence to support his claims and restore the truth of the incident."

Emily Jennings echoed Chief Inspector Smith, who did a great job hosting the case. "Can you provide more details about Mr. Lancaster's escape and the recovery of his vehicle? The Audi A8 he was driving was found empty. Does this mean he managed to evade police?"

"I escaped! I was fucking caught! That damn, cunning Asian guy!" Theodore Lancaster almost fainted.

Theodore Lancaster found the thought that he, the police, and the media were all being manipulated by the yellow people, whom he regarded as inferior, even more unacceptable than the injustice he had suffered.

"Yesterday afternoon, when police attempted to make contact with Mr Lancaster, he attempted to flee in a black Audi A8."

"We later found his abandoned vehicle on the outskirts of the city with no one inside."

"We are currently mobilizing all our resources, including air and ground searches, as well as working with surrounding law enforcement agencies, to pursue Mr. Lancaster."

"We cannot rule out any possibility, but what is certain is that Mr. Theodore Lancaster is currently missing. Any citizen with information about him is requested to contact the police."

Sheriff Smith spoke eloquently, and every word he said was like a cold chisel, striking at Theodore Lancaster's already tense nerves.

He froze suddenly.

"Missing?" Theodore repeated these words in a low voice, his voice filled with incredible sarcasm. He wasn't missing, he was framed, captured, forced into a desperate situation, forced into a corner by that damned yellow man - Li Shanze!

Now, even if he broke free from the damn shackles that restricted most of his witchcraft and escaped from the RV, he would be regarded as a kidnapper by everyone!

A nameless fire rushed from his stomach to his throat, burning his esophagus. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if countless hands were tearing at his heart.

In the picture, Sheriff Smith's righteous face became extremely distorted in his eyes, as if mocking his failure and his embarrassment.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" He stood up suddenly, forcibly broke free from another pair of shackles that tied his feet to the chair, and rushed towards the TV.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, glass splattered everywhere, and Sheriff Smith's face on the screen was instantly cut into pieces by countless cracks. The signal was also interrupted, leaving only snowflakes and the harsh sound of electricity.

Theodore Lancaster's head was bruised and bloody, but the damn noisy TV finally stopped chattering, which made his blood pressure soar.

"Ha! Haha! Hahahaha!" Theodore Lancaster's golden hair was stained with blood, looking particularly messy.

He laughed heartily towards the sky, and then a fishy-sweet taste surged in his throat. He suddenly bent over and started coughing violently.

It wasn't just any cough; each one was heart-wrenching, as if he was coughing up his lungs. The crimson foam mixed with gastric juices splattered on the cold marble floor, a shocking sight.

"Cough... cough cough..." He clutched his chest, more blood seeping out from between his fingers. He looked at the glaring red pool on the floor, but Li Shanze's calm and even playful face emerged in his mind uncontrollably.

"That damn, insidious, despicable yellow man!" He suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils shrank to the size of needle tips due to extreme anger and humiliation.

He always believed that those yellow-skinned, black-haired people from the East were just cunning, inferior creatures who could never surpass the intelligence of white people.

But now, he, Theodore Lancaster, a pure Anglo-Saxon, an elite who called the shots on Wall Street and in the pharmaceutical industry, a remarkable wizard, a great wizard who was about to take over the entire school of the Boiling Sage, was completely fooled and applauded by a guy whom he once contemptuously called a "yellow monkey"!

What on earth is going on?

Once the idea of ​​self-doubt took root, it devoured all his rationality like wildfire.

His IQ, his judgment, his philosophy of life, and his witchcraft, which he was proud of, all collapsed at this moment.

He began to tremble uncontrollably from fingertips to toes.

"No! It's not me! It's you! It's you idiots!" He hugged his head suddenly, his nails almost digging into his scalp, and let out a broken, discordant growl from his mouth, like a wounded beast.

Everything in front of his eyes began to distort, blur, and the colors became strange.

He saw Li Shanze's mocking face, looming in the blood mist.

Then there was Alex Drummond's horrified face.

Finally, there's James Drummond's face, twisted with anger...

All the faces spun, enlarged, and deformed before his eyes, eventually merging into a chaotic, disgusting mass of colors.

"Who am I?" He suddenly stopped all his movements and looked around blankly. The broken TV screen, the blood on the ground, the messy cell... all of these seemed so unfamiliar.

His memories seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, and the fragments flew around in his mind, but he couldn't piece together any meaningful picture.

"Where is this?" he murmured in a low voice, his voice hollow and distant.

He fell to the ground, curled up like an abandoned baby, and his consciousness receded like the tide, leaving only endless darkness and emptiness.

When he opened his eyes again, there was only confusion and emptiness in them, as if they were a formatted hard drive, with all the past completely erased.

He stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, without anger, fear, or even a trace of thought.

The room became very quiet, with only the blood dripping from his forehead.

His blood dripped onto the ground and gradually solidified into several crystals.

"I didn't expect it to be so smooth. To put a white supremacist racist wizard into an existential crisis, all we need to do is make him realize that he has been tricked by the 'inferior' in his mind." Li Shanze, staring at the surveillance camera, shrugged and said to Xia Li.

"Of course, Jennifer's precise manipulation of Theodore Lancaster's emotions was also a major factor in his collapse."

Li Shanze said in a rewarding tone and rubbed Jennifer's head.

"Woof woof woof! I want a reward!" Jennifer barked happily after receiving the praise, and kept rubbing her head against Li Shanze's thigh.

"Let's talk about the reward later. I'm going to deal with Theodore Lancaster's matter first." Li Shanze stood up.

When Li Shanze came to Theodore Lancaster's room, the first thing he did was to pick up the three crystals on the ground.

Currently held crystals: Internet celebrity crystal x2, female boxer crystal x1, reporter crystal x1, unknown crystal x3.

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285 God's Gift

Li Shanze was not in a hurry to deal with Theodore Lancaster, who looked stupid.

Although Li Shanze still couldn't figure out what the symptoms of Theodore Lancaster's existential crisis were, he was still handcuffed with three-fifths of handcuffs and was not in danger at the moment.

Li Shanze first swallowed one of the unknown crystals.

[God's Gift: Allows the user to impose a mental "contract mark" on designated non-white people (or races deemed "inferior" by the user) within a 20-meter radius.

Those affected experience a deep, overwhelming sense of obligation, as if their ancestors had signed a perpetual "contract of service" with the user's ancestors.

They will involuntarily develop an urge to obey and dedicate themselves to their users, voluntarily undertake various physical labor and menial tasks, and even instinctively put the user's safety above their own when faced with danger.

This effect can last for three days, or until the user actively removes it.

——Friday didn’t even have a name before he met Robinson. This is the power of civilization and enlightenment.

Burden of Civilization: The user can project a distorted cognitive filter, causing those around them to automatically "filter out" the achievements, wisdom, and suffering of non-white people (or other "inferior" races as deemed by the user), leaving only their "primitive", "barbaric" or "needing to be civilized" side.