The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

He seemed to be playing a routine shooting game. Every time he raised his hand, there was a muffled sound and a body fell down.

Flowers of blood bloomed in the night, staining the cold ground red. The air was filled with smoke and the smell of blood, as well as the wails of the dying and desperate curses.

He didn't even chase after them, but just stood there, like a shooter at a fixed target, calling out the names of the mercenaries who tried to escape one by one.

The bullets penetrated their backs and legs, causing them to fall to the ground in pain, and then another shot was added to end their struggle completely.

This was not for torture, but for efficiency, to ensure that no one alive could escape from this land of death - Li Shanze had to clear out these mercenaries who could shoot within 179.1 seconds of the absolute defense zone and completely eliminate the danger.

Several wizards who tried to resist were not spared.

They tried to cast more powerful spells, tried to use magic shields to resist, but it was all in vain - they were horrified to find that all the witchcraft props they had carefully maintained were ineffective, they could not use their wands to summon spells, and they could not use the magic circles on their clothes to protect themselves.

Li Shanze's bullets seemed to be able to penetrate all defenses and hit their vital points directly.

A wizard's wand shattered in his hand, and he widened his eyes in horror. The next second, a bullet pierced his throat, and blood gushed out. He covered his neck, making a "ho ho" sound, and finally fell in a pool of blood.

The whole process lasted less than two minutes.

The gunshots gradually became less frequent, and the wailing gradually subsided. Finally, only Li Shanze was left standing among the mess of corpses and scattered weapons.

Under the bright moonlight, wisps of green smoke were coming out of the gun in Li Shanze's hand, and the smile on his face seemed even more unfathomable.

Vikram swallowed hard as he looked at Li Shanze, whose performance was completely beyond his imagination.

The Indian wizard felt that his trip was not completely fruitless. At least, he had completely figured out how Alex Drummond was kidnapped.

He even thought that if Li Shanze had used this simple, crude yet unmatched method at the time, Alex would probably have fallen down without dignity like Romano.

This thought made him feel an absurd sense of relief that he himself could not understand, as if he had solved a mystery that had troubled him for a long time, even though the answer to this mystery was a hundred times more bizarre than he had imagined.

He was surprised that he could still have wild thoughts at this time, and even had the leisure to think about what happened to Alex.

Logically speaking, faced with such a horrific scene, faced with a monster that slaughtered wizards and mercenaries in a mortal body, he should have been consumed by pure fear and his mind should have gone blank.

Perhaps, everything that happened before his eyes was too beyond common sense, beyond the scope of his cognition and understanding, so that his brain could not process such a huge impact in a short period of time. Instead, he temporarily forgot the fear and entered a state of almost numbness and bystandership.

This was no longer a power that he could measure with his wizard common sense.

Or maybe, it was because Li Shanze deliberately left him behind, making him the only survivor.

This treatment of being chosen, no matter what purpose was hidden behind it, gave him a weak and illusory sense of security.

As everyone fell and the air was filled with the smell of blood, he was still sitting in the car, unharmed.

This strange calmness allowed him to have a moment to breathe and think on the brink of death.

He knew that this sense of security was fragile and could be broken at any time, but at this moment, it was like a life-saving straw, preventing him from completely collapsing and allowing him to barely maintain his superficial composure.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. He was certain at that moment that the Asian man in front of him was definitely not a Japanese or Korean who was willing to be a loyal dog for white people.

"Eat, eat, ogre."

This word flashed through Vikram Chandrasekhar's mind, and he felt exceptionally calm, but he stumbled when he uttered the word.

Although Vikram Chandrasekhar knew only that the northern foothills of the Himalayas were the land of ogres, he knew nothing about that country beyond that.

However, at this moment, Vikram was extremely sure that a murderer like Li Shanze must have come from there.

Therefore, it is not difficult to understand Li Shanze's arrogant and contemptuous attitude towards white people - how could an ogre look at his food with any awe?

Maybe, maybe that RV was just filled with his food.

Vikram Chandrasekhar couldn't help feeling sad when he thought about the witchcraft RV that his teacher, the great sage Barnum, had worked so hard to build, but now it had become a freezer for the "ogre".

Vikram tried not to think about Alex Drummond's tragic fate, as it suddenly dawned on him that he might very well follow in his footsteps.

Author's words: Thanks to Qianxiao Anran and Xiaopingguo112633 for their recommendation votes

324 Invitation

As for the RV that Vikram believed was requisitioned by Li Shanze as a "food truck", the atmosphere was completely different.

Charlie sat by the window and had a clear view of everything that was happening outside.

Because she had seen Li Shanze's skills before, she just smiled as if it was a matter of course.

But Charlie's two "maids" behaved in completely different ways.

Claudia pressed herself against the car window, her face pale, her eyes wide open, and she could hardly breathe.

This was the first time she had witnessed such a bloody and unnatural massacre.

Before this, she had almost no idea about witchcraft or supernatural powers.

Although she felt extremely magical about the space inside the RV and even felt in awe of some of Li Shanze's actions, that was more based on a vague imagination of unknown technology or powerful forces.

She thought Li Shanze was just a "mafia godfather" with great skills and deep background, a powerful figure who could compete with financial consortiums, but she never imagined that this confrontation would be presented in such a primitive and crushing way.

She looked outside and saw the man, Li Shanze, strolling leisurely in the hail of bullets. The bullets seemed to lose all kinetic energy in front of him, and the wizard's spells disappeared around him.

He just raised his hand casually, and every time he pulled the trigger, a life fell like a crushed insect.

That was not a movie special effect, it was real death, with blood and flesh flying everywhere and wailing everywhere.

Her stomach churned and she almost vomited, but even stronger was a chill that penetrated deep into her bones and an incredible shock.

The traditional image of Li Shanze as a mafia godfather in her mind collapsed in an instant.

Which godfather could stand up to heavily armed mercenaries with such ease? Which godfather could render bullets and spells ineffective before him?

This is no longer within the realm of mortals; it is simply a god, a devil, an existence beyond human understanding.

She suddenly realized that Li Shanze's strength was far more than what could be measured by money and power.

The power he possessed was enough to overturn all the common sense she knew.

She felt dizzy, as if the whole world had become strange and dangerous at this moment. She had thought that she had attended university and received higher education and understood the rules of the world, but now she realized how ignorant she was.

The intertwined fear and awe of Li Shanze made her mind a mess. Only Li Shanze's indifferent smile and the gun in his hand that kept spewing flames were infinitely magnified in her mind.

At least Claudia's reaction was normal, but Jennifer's was a completely different story.

The last time Li Shanze slaughtered Alex Drummond's mercenaries, she was still mentally unstable and her impression was not deep.

That time, Jennifer felt that Li Shanze was like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell. Every look in his eyes carried a foreshadowing of destruction, which made her feel fear and despair from the bottom of her heart.

However, at this moment, when she looked out the car window and witnessed her master slaughtering those wizards and mercenaries who once made her feel dangerous with a nonchalant attitude that mortals could not understand, what surged in her heart was no longer fear, but a sincere, almost fanatical joy.

An unprecedented shiver rose from deep in her spine and spread rapidly throughout her body like an electric current.

Her breathing became rapid and disordered, her cheeks flushed unnaturally, and her eyes were fixed on Li Shanze's figure, as if she wanted to carve him into the depths of her soul.

Deep within her body, a long-suppressed, primitive desire was completely awakened. It was an instinctive submission to absolute power, an urge to be conquered and dominated, which swept over her mind like a tide.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms, but she felt no pain at all, only an indescribable, almost dizzying satisfaction with her powerful master.

Her legs even felt a little weak, and waves of numbness came from deep within her body. It was an instinctive response to the powerful master, a thrilling pleasure of being completely conquered.

She knew it was a dangerous, twisted feeling, but she couldn't resist it, nor did she want to.

She just wanted to submit to this strength and become a part of his power, even if it was just a speck of dust under his feet, she would be happy with it.

If the hostess hadn't been sitting there demurely, Jennifer would have wanted to moan.

She bit her lips tightly, feeling her own overflowing and emptiness, and before she knew it, her face flushed.

Every move of the master tugged at Jennifer's heartstrings.

Jennifer's owner didn't know all this. He slowly picked up Marco Giuseppe Romano, who had just fainted, and walked towards Vikram Chandrasekhar, who was still sitting in the car.

"Perhaps you would like to stay in my RV for a while, Mr. Chandrasekhar?"

Li Shanze asked with a smile, but his tone did not allow for refusal.

Vikram Chandrasekhar's heart almost jumped out of his throat. He felt a cold fear rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making the blood in his body seem to freeze.

He wanted to speak, to refuse, to scream, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and he couldn't make any sound.

He looked at Li Shanze's face with a gentle smile, but he felt that the smile was more terrifying than the devil in hell.

He knew that this was not an invitation at all, but a naked order, an order that he had no ability to resist.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his shirt, sending shivers down his spine. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice, but all he could come out was a faint, trembling hoarse murmur.

He knew he had no choice. In the face of such power, any resistance would be futile.

All his previous ambitions, ideals, calculations, and resentments were thrown out of the window.

No matter whether he was a Novartis executive, a wizard of the Boiling Sage, a student of Barnum, or an ambitious confidant of Drummond, he had now given way to "food".

He forced himself to pull the corners of his mouth and squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying. The smile was stiff and twisted, with a desperate flattery.

"I...I..." He spoke with difficulty, his voice dry as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper. "I...of course...it's my honor, Mr. Li."

He almost used up all his strength to say these words, and each word was trembling uncontrollably, as if he would collapse at any moment.

He knew that he had completely fallen into the hands of the devil in front of him, and the only thing he could do was to pray that his visit would not end in the most tragic way - that is, he would not become food for the ogre.

Perhaps Romano's large frame would be easier to fill.

Vikram Chandrasekhar tried to comfort himself, but he felt no comfort at all.

325 What I Saw in Prison

Li Shanze held the unconscious Marco Giuseppe Romano in one hand and motioned Vikram Chandrasekhar to follow.

Vikram Chandrasekhar's brow twitched, and he swallowed quietly as he watched Li Shanze carrying the 300-pound (about 135kg) Romano effortlessly as if he were carrying a briefcase.

Although Li Shanze showed his back to Vikram, it looked like a good opportunity - a great and perhaps the only opportunity to counterattack.

There was even a faint thought in Vikram's mind of taking advantage of the opportunity to perform some kind of witchcraft, or at least do something.

However, as soon as this idea sprouted, it was instantly extinguished by a bone-chilling fear.

Li Shanze's ruthless performance of shooting at the wizards one by one as if the Grim Reaper was calling out their names still deeply shocked Vikram and planted a deep fear in his mind.

Those companions who possessed the same mysterious powers as him were like fragile paper men in front of Li Shanze, and were easily torn, burned, and crushed.

The bullets stopped in front of him, the spells disappeared around him, and he didn't even break a sweat.

Vikram's body was as stiff as a stone, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead, unable to move at all.

His palms were clammy and cold, and his heart was beating wildly in his chest, every beat threatening to burst through his ribs.

He didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear that any sound would attract the attention of the ogre in front of him.

An attack? That wasn't an attack at all, that was suicide!

He even suspected that this was a trap, a loophole deliberately left for him by the evil ogre.

Vikram felt that Li Shanze could sense his intention before he took action, and then turn around and kill him easily like crushing an ant.

Vikram Chandrasekhar, who had lost all his courage, could only take mechanical steps like a puppet, following the man who seemed to come from the abyss, step by step towards his unknown destiny.

He didn't even dare to look around, not even at Li Shanze's back. He only dared to stare at Li Shanze's heels, as if that was the only anchor he could hold on to at the moment to prevent himself from completely collapsing.

Vikram almost stumbled, pushed by an invisible force, and stepped into the seemingly ordinary door of the RV.

Vikram didn't even know how he got into the RV. It seemed that the surrounding environment had changed without him noticing.

It seemed like a long time, yet it seemed like just a moment, before Vikram arrived in front of an iron cage.

It was a cage made of thick black iron bars welded together. It looked extremely sturdy. The cage door was open and inside was covered with a thick layer of straw, emitting a faint, disturbing smell of decay.

In the corner of the cage, there was a simple food bowl and water bowl, as if everything had already been prepared for him.

Vikram's eyes fell on the cage, and his mind went blank. He had been a senior executive at Novartis, a senior wizard of the Seething Sage, and a truly respected scholar with a doctorate in pharmacy.

But now, he was being locked up in a place like this, like an animal to be slaughtered.

A huge feeling of humiliation came like a tide, almost drowning him.

He finally woke up from his dream. He wanted to resist, to roar, to question, but no sound came out of his throat. His body was as stiff as if it had been cast under a spell, unable to move.

When he looked up and saw Li Shanze's face with a faint smile, all the humiliation and thoughts of resistance disappeared in an instant.

In his eyes, that smile was more intimidating than any threat, as if silently declaring: resistance will only bring more terrible consequences.

He didn't even hear any instructions from Li Shanze, but his body had already reacted before his consciousness.

He trembled, almost instinctively, bent down, arched his back, like a tamed beast, or like a completely defeated prisoner, and got in obediently without any hesitation.

The door of the iron cage slammed shut behind him, and the sound echoed in the empty RV like a heavy death knell, announcing the complete loss of his freedom.