The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

"..." The Blood Demon had already sat on the sofa, watching TV.

Unusually, the first thing Akado did after getting up was to sit down at his desk to sort out experimental data and thoughts.

But today he sat on the sofa, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

"Father...are you waiting for Mr. Emperor?" the girl asked stiffly.

"No," Akado denied, then tilted his head to look at the quill and asked her, "What are you doing?"

"Prepare breakfast for you..." Quill's voice was always very light and gentle, soft and sticky, making people feel caring.

There were many people who thought that Quill Pen was a weak little girl, and they wanted to do something dirty to her with bad intentions. But the result was that she pulled out a dagger or a knife, and with a decisive and sharp move, she mercilessly sent all the bad men who approached her into the river of death.

"Really?" Acardo was silent for a moment, "Then go to the kitchen."

He seemed to have never seen his daughter cook. He didn't know when it started, but whenever he woke up and walked out of the room, he would always see food that had been prepared to suit his taste in the most conspicuous place. However, in recent years, with the complete necrosis of his stomach, Acardo was no longer picky about food. No matter what it was, once it entered the esophagus, it would naturally be crushed by the vortex of blood, and then the "Apostles" living in the body would break it down into the nutrients needed by the body.

Akado certainly saw that the feather pen seemed to have some subtle ideas about him... but so what? Adolescent girls always like to fantasize, and he certainly doesn't mind teaching his daughter how to get along with the opposite sex correctly as a father.

The girl walked lightly into the kitchen.

The glass door slowly closed, but my heart was beating faster and my cheeks were flushed.

When seeing Akado, Quill couldn't help but think of the embarrassing dream he had.

She could no longer tell what kind of feelings she had for Akado.

As she grew older and gained more experience, she realized that the "debt repayment" that the Blood Demon had mentioned on the beach in Bolivar was just a cover...

She was adopted.

The blood demon who had been killing people all his life, like a real father, brought her out of the turbulent battlefield of Bolivar, taught her the principles of dealing with things, the skills to protect herself, and shielded her from the unbearable storms.

Akado would put on a suit and sunglasses and personally deliver Quill to school.

He also sat at her desk patiently on countless nights, explaining to her those homework problems that were difficult to figure out the answers to.

For Quill, Akado played countless important roles such as father, teacher, brother, etc. in her short life of more than ten years.

Akado's handsome face that seems never to be eroded by time, as well as the vicissitudes and erudition accumulated over more than two hundred years, make Quill Pen, which has been with him for a long time, inevitably fall in love with him.

She had to admit...she liked, even loved Akado deeply.

This kind of love is a mixture of family affection, friendship, and gratitude, making it difficult for her to distinguish them. She can only be deeply trapped in it in a daze. As time goes by, it is like she has fallen into the mud and can never get out.

*

boom!

Chen Huijie punched the sandbag hard. With the sound of the rope breaking, the sandbag hit the wall, and a big hole appeared on the surface, with sand and gravel flowing out.

Around her was a messy boxing practice field, with rotten sandbags piled up almost like a small mountain and gravel scattered all over the ground.

"Huh." She breathed softly.

The sweat soaked the sports vest, slowly flowed down along the waistline on the flat abdomen, and then wet the tight shorts.

With a playful attitude, Akado easily tore apart all her preparations and plans, and told Chen Huijie the essence of the rules with the most pure violence.

Rules are tools used to restrain the vast majority of people, but those who wield violence are the rules themselves...

Longmen is beautiful, but also ugly.

It brings countless opportunities to everyone and welcomes visitors from different countries and nationalities. Prosperity is the symbol of this city.

But it is also ugly. The gap between the rich and the poor in the downtown and the upper city is growing day by day, like a natural chasm separating the two worlds. The high-ranking officials and dignitaries hang out at cocktail parties and negotiation tables, using all means to scrape the flesh and blood of ordinary residents to fill their wallets. The tragedy of broken families and separated wives and children is staged every moment.

Chen Huijie has met many children of infected people. They have matured prematurely due to the cold stares and discrimination from all sides. They understand their situation, but also try their best to behave well and be sensible, so as to make their parents' lives as easy as possible.

No... most of the infected children don't have parents at all!

They have to roam the streets and alleys in the middle of the night like immature hyenas, snatching food hidden in trash cans from homeless people. When they are hungry, they pick up trash; when they are thirsty, they look for tap water. Their clothes are always tattered or dirty.

The residents of the upper city are looked at with inferiority and fear. The dirty and cold environment tortures their minds and bodies day after day, making them gradually lose their tenderness and innocence, and eventually rot from the root, turning them into outright villains.

Chen Huijie wants to change this situation.

But Wei Yanwu never understood her.

Never...

Perhaps, Governor Longmen simply does not have the energy and enthusiasm to complete this almost impossible task.

Chen Huijie couldn't see this.

She only knew that the governor had left too many irreparable regrets and tragedies in her life.

She only saw misunderstanding and disapproval in Wei Yanwu's eyes, but failed to see the hope and expectation hidden in the deepest part.

Chen Huijie's blood was boiling hotter than anyone else's. She knew that the situation in the Lower Town could not be resolved in a short time.

She can wait, but many people can't.

(Prts kindly reminds you: Throwing recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, blades, or rewarding, making reasonable comments and other series of actions to this book can effectively increase the update rate of this book.)

(Current monthly ticket debt: 7 additional chapters [4 debts repaid]; recommendation ticket debt: 3 additional chapters.)

29. Cages and Collars

Today, a Syracuse man came hurriedly to Longmen.

She stepped on the light of the early sun, bought a bag of baked cookies, and strode along the streets of Longmen until...

Three dark shadows flew over the city.

The white-haired Luper girl stopped and looked back at the sky, somewhat doubtful, "...Texas?!"

......

"Texas, what's wrong with you?" The Archangel wearing power armor asked his temporary colleague.

"Just now I seemed to...see someone familiar?" Texas' tone was a little doubtful.

"Do you need us to go back and help you find it now?" Croissant asked her.

"It's okay. It won't affect our work." Texas shook his head. "After delivering this package, we still have to go to the test site to test the new power armor."

"Oh oh oh!" Angel Exalt cheered. This was her favorite part.

Those handsome, cool new weapons and the highly technological appearance of the power armor are just like those in video games and many science fiction works, cutting-edge and unique.

The Angel of Power, who likes playing games very much, has been influenced by this aspect. When the Emperor called them to go to the door to receive the power armor they ordered a few weeks ago, this Sakota ran out of the dormitory in her pajamas and touched and hugged the power armor with an intoxicated expression. If it weren't for the Penguin Logistics office building outside the dormitory, almost no one would pass by... No, someone passed by... Miss Joyce from Rhine Life, who came to deliver the goods, was startled and almost had a stress reaction.

Today's test seems to be...

Exiah glanced at the form sent to her communication terminal by the laboratory.

Springtrap blade, and Power Armor C-Type.

After hundreds of improvements and adjustments, the Type C power armor is quite different from the Type A worn by the Penguin Logistics.

It's thinner and lighter... Nothing has changed except stopping strife, please use Power Armor Type C.

Wait, this isn't a condom advertisement! Miss Hemer angrily refuted the Longmen reporter outside the laboratory.

"Surprise, surprise," the reporter scratched his head awkwardly. Their Longmen Science News had not been able to find enough content to report for a long time, so they had to use all kinds of tricks and shoddy products to fill the gaps in the newspaper to make up for sales.

There was even a time when the residents of Longmen could not tell the difference between "Science Daily" and "Paparazzi Daily".

The editor-in-chief of Science Daily has always advocated a strategy of "biting a lighter when you have nothing to do" for writing articles, resulting in dozens of reporters in the entire newspaper being well-known for their ability to do things: riding on the popularity of others, starting groups with both forehand and backhand, playing paparazzi, fishing in the air, splitting public opinion groups... they use everything they can.

Hemer got this information from a researcher who liked surfing the Internet. He couldn't help but sigh and wondered if he had invited the wrong newspaper.

This...it would be better to let those people from Longmen Daily who like to talk about politics come!

In the experimental field, Texas moved his wrists and elbows.

The Type C power armor abandoned its more sophisticated defensive capabilities, reduced the strength of the power auxiliary system... and even removed the tactical eyepiece built into the helmet, leaving only the communication device.

"Miss Texas, please clench your fists and push down at your wrists," Quill's voice came over the comm unit.

Texas did as he was told, and then, with a click, a shiny dagger popped out from his arm armor, revealing its coldness and sharpness in the air.

"Wow..." Archangel, who was testing the enhancement of jumping ability at the side, stopped and looked over with shining eyes.

"Miss Joyce, I want to play too... uh, I want to test the springarm knife too!"

"There is a test in progress. Please go to the designated location within 30 seconds to perform the next standing jump," Joyce's slightly mechanical voice sounded in the communicator, ruthlessly interrupting the thoughts of the Archangel.

"Hah... okay," Sakota dejectedly followed the instructions and continued to complete the test.

She was already very satisfied with having power armor to wear.

At most, I'm envious of being able to play with... No, it's Texas where I can test more new technologies.

The researchers and the three people from Penguin Logistics were busy until the evening before they finished the testing work.

"Ah, I finally got to play it. A knife that can pop out from the armor... It's so cool!" Exiah struck a few poses he learned from the movies and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

Croissant was eating the toasted burrito commonly found on the corners of Longmen Street that the researcher gave him before he left, and he didn't feel tired at all.

The auxiliary output system of the power armor greatly extends the wearer's sustained combat capability. If one just follows the researcher's instructions and runs and jumps for an afternoon, the energy consumed can even be ignored.

Texas bought a box of chocolate bars at a roadside snack bar. She had given up smoking since that rainy night in Syracuse, and the replacement was... obvious.

The sweetness brought by the mixture of starch and cocoa butter made her feel a little happier.

Every time she tasted the chocolate bar, she would recall the night she left Syracuse, the relief and joy she had felt.

Texas knew, of course, that she had not been truly free...she had merely escaped from the cage called "Syracuse" and then been collared again.

But unless you have a strong force that can fight against an entire political system, you will never be able to live freely.

If the price of escaping the cage is just to wear a collar, I believe many people would gladly accept it.

Especially, the person who puts the collar on you makes the chain very long...you can do whatever you want within the bottom line he allows.

This is the truth that Texas understood when he held the blood sword given by Akado.

? !

Suddenly, she paused.

A little further away, next to the dance hall, Texas saw a figure that looked very familiar.

It's you after all...Lapland.

She left the two people from Penguin Logistics quietly and disappeared into the crowd.

"By the way, what are we having for dinner tonight?" Archangel crossed his arms over his chest and asked Croissant in a bored manner.

"I don't know," Croissant, who was eating a toasted wrap, has never been picky about food...anything that is not related to food does not count.

"So, Texas? What do you want to eat?" Archangel turned and asked Rupert.

"Uh...huh?! Where's Texas!"

Sakota was dumbfounded as he looked at the empty space behind him.

30. Be decisive and you will get it for free

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the lush forest, casting a mottled shadow on the street.

Akado sat in the laboratory, announcing the next major research and development plan in front of a whiteboard with an expressionless face.

"Director!" Someone raised his hand to ask a question.

"Speak," was the succinct response.

"Didn't we say before that we were going to build... uh, build a Gundam? We did a lot of research for this project..."

"Which department are you from?" Accardo interrupted him.

"Report! It's the Ecology Department!"

"Why did Muirseth get you in here?"

"Report! Because I accidentally stepped on and killed the flowers that Director Mulseth planted!"

"Okay, you look very energetic. Now go out and write a 5000-word apology letter and hand it to Muirseth in person when you return to Columbia," Accardo said expressionlessly.

Then he looked at the other researchers, "With Terra's current level of science, we can't build a Gundam."