The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

After a moment of silence, the distortion between heaven and earth was slowly returning to normal.

"How is it? Did they escape?" asked Charlie breathlessly.

Li Shanze shook his head: "I don't know."

Then he turned to the mechanical crow on his shoulder: "I hope you are true to your word, Mr. McKee, or I will make you pay for it."

"Hahahaha, don't worry, they will be able to escape from the core of the collapse soon!"

Mackin's mechanical, inorganic voice actually sounded full of joy.

"Well done! First, they induced a decrease in the number of people in the live broadcast room, then they increased the computational load on the virtual Saint Vivian! They even added logic bombs! This ultimately led to her collapse and attempt to reorganize!"

McGee praised Li Shanze highly.

"That's all thanks to your progress algorithm. You're doing everything for so-called 'progress,'" Li Shanze said, unimpressed. "That's why it eventually collapsed."

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When Li Shanze's guidance finally gnawed through the foundation of the progress algorithm, and when Xia Li's heavy blow shattered the core of willpower, the sky of Shadow Philadelphia cracked.

The sky reflected the shape of an eye, but the light from the eye was not a brilliant gold, but a rainbow color.

"This is the Eye of Judgment! Run!" Anjie suddenly grabbed Gray's hand and shouted.

"Slow down, it hurts!" Gray had just been severely injured by Li Shanze last night and was unable to walk. She had just taken a step when she felt a sharp tearing pain.

Suddenly, the bruise on her collarbone left by Li Shanze began to heat up, and slowly, she seemed to no longer feel the pain.

So she finally started running along with Anjie.

Behind them, the ever-changing wall was turning into a void shadow.

Grey's skirt was caught in the pixel tornado, and they ran wildly in the collapsing cyber hell.

They walked on the pink ice formed by feminist barrage, and every step splashed the sharp icicles of "punishment of motherhood" and "shame of married women".

Gray took out her pocket pistol and blasted the icicles into pieces one by one.

As they crossed the LGBTQ rainbow bridge, the bridge suddenly cracked, revealing a gender-fluid swamp.

Anjie jumped high, then turned around and threw the rope, pulling Gray into her arms and narrowly crossing the crack.

The two smiled at each other, then continued to run wildly.

"That's it! Jump! Jump in!" Anjie shouted, pointing at the shining waterfall of data ahead.

As they jumped into the data waterfall hand in hand, the remaining moral judgment procedures in the live broadcast room were still making a dying counterattack.

Gray's black veil was lifted by the data hurricane, and the barrage of bullets turned into flying knives and flew towards her.

[User @Ethical Cleaner]: Mourning brooches are suspected of objectifying death!

[System Reverberation]: Sadness expression detected does not meet the international standard coefficient of suffering.

Anjie suddenly broke her pearl necklace, and the round mother-of-pearl was thrown out by her hand, shattering the barrage one by one.

Gray's veil melted into a gray butterfly in the code avalanche, and she raised her middle finger at the Eye of Judgment that was falling apart.

"Fuck progressivism," Gray and Ange said in unison.

Then they looked at each other and smiled.

Then, they disappeared from Shadow Philadelphia.

As they fell out of the hole, the morning light from the east was cutting through the morning fog in Philadelphia.

Gray's palms sank into a pile of Starbucks cups, and Angie's high heels stepped on a rotten pizza box.

One of them is a wealthy bounty hunter, and the other is a descendant of a senator of noble birth. However, the rotten and sour smell of the garbage dump in the real world has never been so sweet.

Gray put the pocket pistol back into her handbag.

She smiled and joked, "Looks like it's time to give you a new pearl necklace."

However, the lawyer's smile was somewhat unnatural.

But Anjie didn't notice this.

Anjie was staring at the makeup mirror. She used a comb to smooth her hair, which had become messy from running, and put it in order again.

"Ha, it's time to change your veil and long dress." She said happily.

The sound of sirens in the distance intertwined into a new background sound.

Gray's phone rang.

"Yes, Dad, no, I'm fine, don't worry, yeah, yeah. We'll rush to DC."

Amidst Gray's phone call in the background, Anjie smiled brightly at the approaching Chevrolet Suburban.

The mud splashed up when the Chevrolet ran over the sewage puddle reflected a colorful halo in the morning light.

The cranes at the Philadelphia Navy Yard stood tall in the morning light. Angie, her windbreaker folded over her elbows, waved at Charlie as she rushed toward her.

"Angie! I'm so glad you're all okay!" Charlie cheered, and the two friends hugged each other warmly.

The smile on Anjie's face seemed to fade a little, but also seemed a little warmer.

She greeted Li Shanze with smiling eyes.

Ange and Shirley's embrace was very passionate, but the scent of their perfumes fought against each other in the river breeze.

The herbal scent on Charlie's body was gradually losing ground to Anjie's domineering patchouli empire.

"Thank you, Charlie. I knew you would find us." Anjie said.

Gray hung up the phone at this time. She looked at Li Shanze and his group and bowed seriously.

"Lee, Charlie, Agent Mackenzie, I heard from Dad that you guys put in a lot of effort to rescue us. Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome, and Aikou too. How about it, are you hungry? Do you want to eat steak?" Li Shanze scratched his head and raised the paper bag in his hand to Anjie and Gray. The words Joe's Steaks were printed on the paper tape.

Gray smiled playfully, "Ha, eating bagged steak on a garbage dump at the dock, you really have great taste, Lee!"

"You can eat in the car! That's how I eat!" Charlie let go of Angie and hugged Gray again. "I'm so glad you're safe."

When the hug ended, Grey smiled widely. "But I'm starving. Let me eat here. Give me a steak, Lee."

Anjie also agreed, "Yeah, I can't wait either, let's eat here, give me a piece too, Li!"

Charlie teased, "Aha, you two have quite the chemistry as a couple!"

Anjie and Gray looked at each other and said in unison, "Of course."

Kate raised her eyebrows. As an FBI agent, she felt that there seemed to be something fishy about the conversation between the three women.

Li Shanze felt a toothache, but he calmly took out a cardboard plate and a paper knife and fork, and then filled each of Anjie and Gray's plates with a steaming steak.

Li Shanze crumpled the empty greasy paper bag in his hand and threw it away.

The paper ball bounced and tumbled down the garbage mountain and landed next to a large piece of bronze.

It's not hard to recognize that this is a fragment of the Liberty Bell.

Perhaps the word "fragment" isn't quite right; to be precise, this piece of bronze is probably more than one-third of the Liberty Bell.

At this moment, Li Shanze's mobile phone screen lit up, and Ai Kou sent a message through TeleGhost.

Aiko: Are Anjie and Gray okay? (Worried) (Worried)

Li: It's okay, everything is fine.

Aikou: That's great. (Happy) (Happy) (Happy)

Li: You've worked hard, too. You've been a big help today. It's already daybreak, so you should go to bed early.

Iko: Ahahaha, Gray is my friend too. (Happy)

Iko: And I'm not just sitting there waiting. At least based on the data I just captured, I can confirm that Mr. McKee isn't telling the whole truth.

Li: It’s expected, but what problems did you find?

Iko: I'm afraid you only destroyed one fork, and the escaped virtual saint Vivian has many more forks. (Fear)

Li: Wait, what is a fork?

Aikou: Ahhh, it's so hard to communicate with people who don't understand code. (Frantic) (Frantic)

Aikou: Simply put, the Vivian on the Eternal Life Technology server is the main branch, and all other Vivian servers are forks of it. (wipes sweat)

Li: In other words, there are many other virtual Saint Vivian?

Aikou: Yes, I searched online based on the previous abnormal data and found many similar anomalies. (Nods) (Nods)

Ai Kou: I suspect this has something to do with the fragments of the Liberty Bell. There are as many forks as there were pieces of the Liberty Bell that were shattered.

Li: It seems we have to find a way to deal with her once and for all.

Aikou: After today's crackdown on the livestream, I think we're close to figuring out the underlying protocol for the virtual Saint Vivian. (Proud) (Proud)

Aikou: I will use more crawlers to collect data. By the way, the previous funding——(Greedy) (Greedy)

Li: I'll ask if it can be reimbursed through the FBI.

Aikou: Thanks, Lesbian Virginity Tester! I almost forgot, you spent quite a bit of money today, too! By the way, why did you choose such a name? (curious) (meaningful look)

Li: I just picked it up randomly. It doesn’t matter.

"Why are you sighing when there are so many beautiful women in front of you, Li Shanze?" Anjie suddenly asked.

Li Shanze shook his head: "Nothing, it's just that Ai Kou said that there might be more than one virtual saint Vivian."

Li Shanze pointed to the remains of the Liberty Bell in the garbage dump and said, "But this might be the biggest one."

"Yeah, I noticed it on the way there. There are quite a few shadow rifts in Philadelphia," Anjie sneered. "But she's got the wrong person by finding me."

128 Bronze remains of the Liberty Bell

Li Shanze stared at the wreckage of the Liberty Bell seriously, feeling that there was an idea brewing in his mind.

He couldn't help but step forward on the garbage on the ground.

He lifted the hem of his long windbreaker and squatted down.

Li Shanze squatted in front of the crack in the Liberty Bell and rubbed his fingertips across the rusted bronze inscription.

Only half of the inscription remains - Proclaim LIBERTY throughout all the land.

Independent radio waves from three hundred years ago were vibrating along the metal texture of the wreckage, projecting treasured historical memories into his mind.

The soft clatter of slaves' shackles hitting the ground, the static electricity generated by quills scraping across parchment - and the cries of freedom that have not yet been pickled by capital.

Power surged out from the copper rust, and those pure wishes wrapped around his fingertips like liquid amber, as if he could take them for himself just by sucking gently.

The waves of the Delaware River suddenly twisted into the Continental Congress debate of 1776, but when Li Shanze listened carefully, the passionate speeches of these wigged people suddenly transformed into magnetic female voices.

The enchanting female voice blew softly into his ear, whispering seductively, "Take it, it will bring you true freedom. Accept it, it will transform you from an ogre into a human."

The essence of history is corroding Li Shanze's rational defense line and trying to break through the defense line composed of arrogance and stubbornness from the time traveler.

In a trance, Li Shanze saw the brass veins bulging in the morning light - that was the first cry of 1776, the hot blood of the War of Independence, and the mental steroids injected into every new immigrant when taking the oath of citizenship.

His palm prints are quietly imprinting the handwritten preamble to the Constitution.

The dull thud of knuckles hitting bronze startled the pigeons on the eaves.

His palm lines suddenly felt burning, as the three-hundred-year-old lead type was engraving the Declaration of Independence into his DNA along the metal texture.

The cursive English words "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness" snake beneath the skin, like a snake tie on Wall Street tightening around the throat.

Li Shanze vaguely saw himself turning into a human constitution, his eyeballs were rotating American flags, and his Adam's apple vibrated with the sound waves of Martin Luther King.

The steak paper bag on the garbage heap suddenly came alive, the wrapping paper stained with yellow mustard unfolded in the wind into the Stars and Stripes, then wrapped around the Liberty Bell with a greasy swallowing sound.

The raw pulp of history seeped out from the cracks, mixed with the sour smell of whiskey poured out from the garbage dump, projecting a holographic illusion deep in Li Shanze's mind.

Vomit on the deck of the Mayflower, fragments of the Statue of Liberty melted into bullets, and the word "Liberty" written in brush strokes on a Chinese restaurant takeout box.

Li Shanze's nails dug deep into the constitutional tattoo on his palm.

"Fuck, fuck your mother." Li Shanze cursed in the Shandong dialect at the foot of Mount Tai, in a voice that only he could hear.

The Philadelphia morning wind drowned out his voice, which filled the air.

In the palm lines, two kinds of words were fighting each other, and Yan Jinliugu's "Rather die with honor" finally smashed the cursive English.