The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

"This 26-year-old, a promising Justice Department elite, watches reruns of 'Law & Order' every Thursday with his sister, who just graduated from college."

"Although my brother looked calm, I could tell he really wanted to make this public."

"Interestingly, the next morning, my brother was in a terrible car accident. His car was smashed to pieces by a truck. It was a classic FBI execution. Who leaked the information? It's really hard to guess."

The smile on Gray's face looked particularly ferocious, and she spoke through gritted teeth.

"My dear daughter, are you accusing your father of killing the son whom he regarded as his political successor?" Senator Hamilton frowned and looked fierce.

"Humph, isn't it true that you have successfully been re-elected as a senator today with the help of the votes of Catholic voters. Am I wrong?" Gray said viciously.

Senator Hamilton looked years older, and he slumped down onto the sofa.

He murmured in a low voice, "No wonder, no wonder you almost refused to return to Philadelphia or Washington after graduating from college, and chose to stay in New York; no wonder you refused to listen to my arrangement and marry that young talent, and instead disguised yourself as a homosexual..."

"I originally thought you were just rebellious, but it turns out you resent me."

After a moment, he raised his head, as if he had made up his mind: "Gray, you are almost John's age. I think there are many things I can let you know."

"You do know that John and you are half-brother, right? He is not Miranda's son."

"I was married to John's mother, Betty, before I met Miranda."

"Later, Betty tragically passed away, and I was able to reunite with Miranda, bringing three-year-old John with me, and then we had you."

The lawyer was stunned. This was totally beyond her expectations.

Gray never expected that the deceased brother who treated her so kindly was actually her half-brother.

"What do you want to say, Dad?"

"I wanted John to be my political successor at that time. What do you think? Do you agree?" Senator Hamilton ignored his daughter's questioning and continued to ask.

"Of course, my brother is much better than me." Gray answered without hesitation, still looking back on her late brother through a filter.

Senator Hamilton laughed. "Don't underestimate yourself, my dear daughter. There's not much difference in ability between you and John."

"Uh, thank you, thank you?" Faced with her father's sudden praise, Gray subconsciously smiled and whispered thanks.

"No, that's the problem. I want John to be my heir, and Miranda doesn't agree—"

Gray's smile froze, and she rudely interrupted Senator Hamilton: "Are you accusing your wife of killing your son, my dear father?"

The lawyer's eyes burned with rage. She repeated Senator Hamilton's questioning almost exactly as it had been.

"I don't want to say this, but it's true." Senator Hamilton stared at his daughter with bright eyes and no fear.

He angrily tore off his tie. "I investigated for eight years before I was finally convinced that John had evidence of insider trading between the Senate and the Catholic Church, and this news was leaked from Miranda!"

"You're talking nonsense! Mom is not that kind of person!" Gray scolded angrily.

"John protected you so well that you're still so naive even after graduating from college! You have no idea what kind of person Miranda is!"

"After eight years of investigation, I now have conclusive evidence that John's mother Betty also died at Miranda's hands!"

"Aren't you asking me why I have so much knowledge of witchcraft?"

"I tell you clearly, if I hadn't learned so much witchcraft knowledge, if I hadn't been so lucky, the funeral you attended today would be your father's, not Miranda's!"

Senator Hamilton snapped.

Gray was completely stunned.

Her legs suddenly went weak and she fell to her knees.

Big tears welled up in her eyes and she shook her head desperately: "Oh God, no, oh God. Please tell me, Dad, you didn't kill Mom. Please tell me."

The tragedy of sibling fratricide has brought Grey to the brink of collapse.

Senator Hamilton sighed deeply, helped his daughter up, and let her lean against the sofa.

"I didn't kill Miranda," the senator assured his daughter solemnly.

This made Gray feel much better. She sobbed and looked at her father with red and swollen eyes: "Dad, do you swear?"

"Well, I swear." The senator took out a handkerchief and wiped his daughter's tears.

"Miranda is in cahoots with McGee from Eternal Life Technologies. They want to poison me and turn me into a political puppet like Calvin Hope."

"The DC barrier finally invalidated Miranda's blood curse, causing her to fall in front of me—I had just drunk the coffee she made for me."

"Similarly, if it weren't for DC's barrier that can disable some supernatural abilities, I would have been caught..."

Gray felt like she had grabbed a life-saving straw. She burst into tears and sobbed.

The lawyer reluctantly said, "It must be those bastards from Eternal Life Technology. They put a blood curse on Mom during the surgery three years ago, and then used that blood curse to threaten Mom!"

Even though this excuse was completely rubbish—Miranda poisoned Betty over 20 years ago—Grey, in her deep grief, subconsciously wanted to exonerate her mother.

"Ah, yes," Senator Hamilton said softly, "Don't worry, I will avenge John and Miranda, starting with Dr. Miller, who tampered with the surgery."

Gray's mind relaxed and she passed out.

The smile on Senator Hamilton's face slowly changed from loving to complacent. He left his daughter on the sofa and quickly left the room.

"Excuse me, Miss Novak, Miss Novak?" Senator Hamilton looked around. "Ah, there you are."

"Hello, Senator. What can I do for you?" Angel walked out from the shadows and said politely.

"Gray fainted from excessive grief. Could you please take care of her for me? I still have some things to take care of." Senator Hamilton nodded gracefully to Angie, then took out his cell phone.

"No problem, please leave it to me." Anjie said with a smile.

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"Is there no way for you to contact that wizard? Do we have to wait for them to contact you?" Li Shanze asked Dr. Miller impatiently.

"There's nothing we can do. They were the ones who approached me about the last surgery. All we can do now is wait, wait for them to contact us."

Dr. Miller said helplessly.

"This time they contacted me a few days ago to say there's a child who needs surgery for Prado-Morpho-Myocardial Disorder, and I think they'll contact me again soon."

Li Shanze pressed on: "How long is soon?"

"I don't know, maybe a week?" Dr. Miller felt a little gloating over Li Shanze's irritability.

He grabbed Li Shanze and said, "Don't leave. You promised to protect me. Even if it's just for a month..."

Before Dr. Miller finished speaking, Charlie whispered, "There's a spatial fluctuation nearby. Perhaps the man in black is coming."

Li Shanze smiled with satisfaction. He clenched his fists and pressed his throat: "Thank God, you're finally here."

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dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

Dr. Miller managed to calm down under Li Shanze's encouraging gaze. He cleared his throat and said, "Please come in."

A man in black pushed open the door.

The man in black was covered in black.

Black hat, black suit, black pants, black leather shoes, and a black silk tie.

Paired with white gloves and a white mask.

This is almost identical to the Man in Black that Kate described.

Apart from the long black umbrella that shielded him from the heavy rain, the only difference was the scattered black skin exposed by the man in black.

His race was fundamentally different from the white man in black that Kate had described earlier.

"Long time no see, my old friend." The man in black greeted Dr. Miller enthusiastically.

The tip of his umbrella drooped, and raindrops were still falling sporadically.

Li Shanze, with his head lowered and his eyes hidden behind his plain glasses, always felt that the voice sounded familiar.

"Yes, long time no see." Dr. Miller stood up with a smile, as if welcoming a guest.

The man in black looked at Li Shanze, then at Xia Li, and finally turned to Dr. Miller.

He signaled Dr. Miller with his eyes to drive away these assistants and other outsiders.

Dr. Miller seemed not to understand his gaze. He greeted him warmly, "Come on, please take a seat."

The man in black glanced at the blinds, but they were closed tightly, not letting in any light.

The man in black didn't take this matter to heart for the time being. He simply said directly, "Come on, Dr. Miller, we have a patient with Prado-mirror myocardial disorder and need you to operate on him."

"Go? I need a surgical assistant and the patient needs my operating table." Dr. Miller asked in confusion.

"We have better operating tables and more reliable assistants," said the man in black.

Looking at Dr. Miller, who still looked bewildered, the man in black couldn't help but say, "Furthermore, Senator Hamilton's wife has passed away. The senator believes that something went wrong with your surgery three years ago, and the assassins he sent are on their way."

"What! No!" Dr. Miller's legs went weak and he sat back in his seat. He subconsciously looked at Li Shanze, wanting to seek help from him.

The man in black followed Dr. Miller's gaze and looked at Li Shanze, and then he started cursing.

"Bastard! You damn traitor!" The curse was accompanied by strong spatial fluctuations.

Obviously, he recognized Li Shanze.

The figure of the man in black is becoming dim and blurred.

However, with Li Shanze's violent cough, the black-clothed man's ethereal figure became solid again.

A mouthful of blood spurted out from the white mask, and the man in black collapsed to the ground.

The space spell was forcibly interrupted, bringing about a fierce backlash. He didn't even have the strength to speak, and could only cough miserably.

His black suit, which had been neat and spotless, was now stained with his own blood.

"You are under arrest for suspected witchcraft experiments on living people." Kate walked into the room from outside and pressed her lance against the back of the man in black.

Li Shanze walked forward with a smile: "If I were you, I would just surrender obediently instead of trying to resist."

While making sarcastic remarks, he took off the mask of the man in black.

Li Shanze was extremely surprised when he saw the blood-stained face of the man in black.

He raised an eyebrow and said, "Officer Sean? It's true that we meet everywhere in life."

Judging from his appearance, the man in black was none other than the prototype of the police puppet in the Philadelphia Police Department.

Looking at the face of Police Officer Sean, Li Shanze fell into deep thought.

The media frenzy caused by Calvin Hope diverted attention and suppressed many questions in Li Shanze's mind.

Now, as Officer Sean's face reappeared, those questions began to surface.

Since this police officer Sean has a prototype, what about the civil rights activist Calvin Hope?

Could it be that one day someone will come out and parade around with Calvin Hope's face?

Since they are both puppets, why would Sean want to expose Calvin Hope?

What is his purpose? Is he testing me?

Are these two friends or foes? Is there anything we can exploit?

Why was he so surprised when he recognized me?

With a mountain of questions in his mind, Li Shanze bent down and grabbed "Officer Sean" by the collar.

He smiled and said, "Old friend, we must have a good chat."

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"This warm and humid air current comes at a really bad time." Li Shanze sighed as he pointed a gun at the handcuffed man in black, Sean, in the back seat of a Chevrolet Suburban.

Outside, torrential rain was turning Philadelphia into a blanket of crushed ice, completely driving away any remaining holiday warmth.

"Yeah, it's raining really hard today." Kate drove the car carefully, and the fan-shaped patterns drawn by the wipers on the windshield seemed to be frosted.

Kate glanced in the rearview mirror. The frozen Christmas wreaths were still swaying in the wind on the overpass pillars.

Dr. Miller, who was also sitting in the back row, huddled in the corner, his heart filled with fear.

The cardiac surgeon couldn't control his heartbeat, which was racing with fear.

He could only cautiously point at the man in black and urge him, "Can you please hurry up? He, he said, he said Senator Hamilton has sent assassins to kill me!"