The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

Lord, please let Blizzard go bankrupt soon!

The devout Sakta girl began to pray.

017. Alcatel

There was an old suitcase that Quill was carrying, but it actually belonged to Akado.

This suitcase has witnessed nearly half of Accardo's life.

Its materials are made from an incandescent alloy that is resistant to oxidation, corrosion, and high temperatures, but it cannot withstand the power of time.

Time flows silently, erasing the original decorations on the surface of the suitcase one by one. The relief of the inverted cross becomes dim and blurred, symbolizing the disappearance of a bloody past.

The Blood Demon opened the suitcase and looked at the various items neatly arranged inside, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

A broken crown, two guard guns, a Lateran canon with a spell to create a gunsword, blood-stained spikes, and a bottle of light blue blood mixed with Originium powder...

Every time he opened this suitcase, it was like opening a box of memories, opening a cemetery, walking past tombstones of all sizes, seeing those mortal enemies who had pushed him into a desperate situation, or the friends who had guided him on the road. Their voices and faces would always reappear involuntarily in his mind.

200 years have passed. The war swept like a tsunami, and finally turned into calm, leaving behind a devastated beach with all the people turned into skeletons and buried on it. The kings who once claimed to be the kings of the world are dead, the invincible Gallic Empire has fallen, and those old friends who once met on the battlefield have also been blown away by the wind like dust... Things are no longer the same, people are no longer the same, and all the familiarity in memory will become strange at the end of time.

Only I am alive.

The Blood Demon caressed his left chest, and clusters of Originium crystals were like flowers, taking root in the spine, blooming from the heart, and spreading throughout the body.

A dark crown was vaguely suspended above his head, like a belt of thorns, rising high in the void, emitting a cold sneering laugh.

Akado's shadow suddenly surged like a stream, and thousands of souls screamed the same name in anger and grief:

Alcatel.

*

Quill stood on tiptoe, opened the window, took out a box of white sugar, scooped 4 grams with a weighing spoon and added it to the coffee, stirring gently.

The girl put the coffee on the tray and walked towards the living room with the tray.

Accardo sat on the sofa holding the Lateran Codex.

How did the Sarkaz learn Lateran's teachings?

This famous blood demon in the scientific community explained it this way: There are too many incredible things in the world, but since they have been observed by humans, their authenticity has been proven.

We don’t know and understand because we don’t explore science deeply enough. In order to define these “unsolvable problems” so that they don’t hinder us from exploring higher and farther horizons, we need a theory that is subjective but follows objective laws to participate in our research.

theology.

The Lateran Church, which has the longest history, the greatest reputation, and close ties with Akado, became the first choice.

“Ezekiel 18:32. I have no pleasure in the death of him who dies, says the Lord God; therefore turn back and live.”

The Blood Demon's expression was somewhat gloomy. No matter how many times he read this sentence, he always felt irritated.

Those who have died will not encounter death again.

This sentence in the church, which contains the connotation of eternal life and justice, clung to Akado's life for more than 200 years like a curse, causing him to be reborn countless times from desperate situations and even genocidal wars, and then to experience loneliness and despair.

"Father…the coffee is ready," Quill said quietly as she placed the tray on the coffee table.

For some reason, she recently became less and less willing to call Akado "father". She had a premonition that if she continued to call him that, she would regret it in the future, and even regret it for the rest of her life.

But through years of getting along, she could see that the Blood Demon was not in a very good mood, so she just honestly used the most common name they used in private.

"..." Akado held the coffee and took small sips.

The two stopped talking, but Quill sat on her knees on the sofa, massaging Blood Demon's shoulders and arms earnestly.

The frown on Akado's face showed signs of relaxing. This daughter has really been well-raised. She has become more and more sensible and well-behaved recently.

He thought that Quill Pen was just showing his filial piety in a normal way, but he didn't notice that the girl's cheeks were getting redder and her eyes were getting moister.

*

The office building of Penguin Logistics.

The emperor lay down in the recliner, "Your name is Texas?"

"Yes." The Lupo girl replied coldly.

"What did Acardo call you for?"

"do not know."

"Don't know?!" The emperor took off his sunglasses, widened his eyes, and looked at Texas carefully.

He began to wonder what purpose it was for Akado to give him this wolf cub from the Syracuse family.

I have no shortage of money, manpower, or reputation in Longmen...

Well, lack of fun.

understood.

The emperor patted his belly with his wings. He opened Penguin Logistics. It must be interesting to let the killer of the Syracuse Mafia be a courier. Although I don't know how long this temporary employee can be used, it's better than nothing. Penguin Logistics is in great need of people!

But then again...Penguin Logistics was originally created by him based on an idea that Accardo had once proposed in Colombia.

Independent private courier companies, which openly run normal logistics and transportation businesses, secretly engage in underground work such as intelligence trafficking, armed escort, and secret transportation. They can intervene in the vision of various bigwigs through formal channels and collect gossip and scandals that are difficult to find out on weekdays.

Well, he, the emperor, established Penguin Logistics just to see the ugly side of the "big guys" beneath their glamorous appearance!

018. Adolescent idol meets dynamic Rupert

Gorgeously dressed girls were running hurriedly in the corridor, their white boots clacking on the concrete floor.

She is the city idol of Longmen, and was about to attend a large-scale concert in her life arranged by her agency.

But recently many foreigners have been wandering in Longmen. Some of them are desperate outlaws who hope to cut a piece of bloody meat in this prosperous city-state and then return to the wilderness to seek rise.

What could be a better value for money than kidnapping an idol who is about to become famous?

Being about to become famous means that both her reputation and treatment are at an awkward period. The company can neither arrange bodyguards for her with great fanfare nor abandon a cash cow that is about to grow.

They would pay a considerable ransom and supplies for the stewardess, but due to the so-called "face" unspoken rules in the industry, they would only provide her with a few bodyguards of average quality.

This group of thugs had a smart boss who thought exactly like that.

However, he did not expect that there were several other people who shared the same idea as him.

Therefore, there were evil people inside and outside the venue who had ill intentions towards the flight attendant. They were unaware of each other's existence and each of them made their own plans, but by coincidence, they formed an impeccable trap.

Those bodyguards who had decent skills had already died tragically behind the scenes on their way to the concert.

Kong had to flee alone, hiding from the thugs in the complex corridors.

Well......

During his time as a city idol, Kong had almost never exercised as intensely as he did today. His heart was beating wildly, his breathing was rapid, and his chest felt like it was being torn apart, with a mixture of stabbing and bloating pains.

Cerebral ischemia causes scattered noise to appear in the field of vision.

The neatly combed long golden hair was disheveled, and sweat made the hair stick to the smooth neck.

But there is no road ahead...

Huge bulletproof glass windows block the air from the outside world. The bustling market is close at hand, yet out of reach.

A burly Filin man approached with a dagger in his hand, whistling, his eyes full of teasing. He had cornered his prey and could easily pick it up.

After all, this idol is meant to be exchanged for money...or rather, the idol has quite a lot of valuable things on him.

Both the gangster and the agency behind Kong are aware of this.

Sora's value lies not only in her reputation through capital marketing, but more in her influence in a certain group and...her body.

Naturally, some dirty thoughts ran through the minds of the criminals, but they still took into account that the value of Kong Hui, whose innocence was taken away from the girl, would plummet in the eyes of the agency, resulting in not getting enough ransom and having to endure hostility from Longmen.

He thought again, even if the stewardess would be sent to the bed of some important person in the future, what they would confirm in the end would be nothing more than a smear of blood on the bed sheet.

He could have satisfied his desires elsewhere.

Then her vision turned cloudy, and the gangster swung his fist violently at Sora's forearm, causing the girl to whimper. Her half-brewing spell was interrupted, and the microphone-shaped staff in her hand fell to the ground.

The man showed a malicious smile, grabbed her collar, and was about to pull it down...

The sound of rapid and crisp footsteps suddenly rang out in the corridor behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a metal-wrapped hand pressed firmly on his forearm.

Click!

Texas used his wrist to forcefully break the man's forearm with ease, aided by the power armor.

The other person's eyes widened in disbelief...perhaps because of the extremely intense pain.

She delivered a series of knee strikes, muting the man's cry of pain. Then she followed it up with an uppercut and an elbow strike. Her sharp and concise moves completely disabled the gangster's ability to move, breaking many of his bones. The broken bones pierced through his muscles and were exposed outside his skin.

The cement floor was splattered with blood.

At the same time, a lot of it splashed on the surface of Texas' power armor.

She took off her helmet, shook her long black hair, and looked at Sora, who was leaning against the bulletproof glass with his clothes in disarray.

"Are you okay?" The cold inquiry, coupled with that heroic and delicate face, and assisted by the high-tech power armor and bloodstains on the ground, formed a picture with a strong visual impact, like a brave hero who came from heaven to save the princess in an online novel.

Kong's heartbeat, which had not yet calmed down, began to beat violently again. She looked at the Lupo in front of her and opened her mouth, but for a while she couldn't utter a word.

My face... is so hot...

Miss Idol's face turned pink. She felt relieved that the crisis was over, grateful to her savior, and ashamed and annoyed that she couldn't even say thank you. All mixed together into an indescribable embarrassment that made her lower her head, not knowing what to say.

Texas frowned slightly and took out a bulging envelope from the briefcase outside the armor.

"Longmen City Idol, Sora?" She glanced at the name of the recipient on the envelope and asked in a formal manner.

"Yes...Yes!" Kong raised his head subconsciously and replied, but then he lowered his head like a frightened animal.

Sora! What’s wrong with you today? Cheer up! A voice in the girl’s heart was scolding her.

Unexpectedly, Roper had no intention of staying for long. He stuffed the envelope into Kong's hand, put on his helmet, dragged the unconscious bandit, and turned away.

The cold figure walked away, and the footsteps became increasingly blurred.

The girl knelt on the ground limply, her expression blank.

Ten minutes later.

"Kong! Are you okay?" The agent ran over from the corridor, panting. "I heard that you were..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

She saw a long trail of blood on the ground, like an ancient talisman from the Yan Kingdom.

Kong came back to her senses and began to feel the pain from the blunt blow to her arm from the gangster. She couldn't help but shed tears.

"My hand is a little hurt, I'm fine," Sora replied quietly.

"Can we still attend the concert?" the agent asked with concern. Today, the idol was attacked by terrorists, so the concert could naturally be postponed.

For some reason, Kong's mind was filled with the heroic image of Rupert saving her at the critical moment.

With admiration and yearning in her eyes, she looked at her agent and said, "It's okay... I can hold on!"

Ten minutes ago.

Texas looked at the thugs scattered throughout the venue and placed his hands on the two swords at his waist.

The communicator built into the helmet carried Akado's voice into his ears.

"Texas, you have 30 seconds to clear the field."

The Blood Demon Society will give this power armor that has passed experimental tests to Texas for use, naturally with the idea of ​​collecting actual combat data.

At the same time, we also want to advertise for Longmen's sponsors... No advertisement for military technology products can be more effective than an excellent actual combat performance.

The Lupo girl nodded, "Yes, sir."

She always seemed to be so concise, indifferent and cruel.