The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

The blood demon's powerful biological perception ability is amplified to the limit under the stimulation of the spell-casting unit built into the armor.

All distractions were removed in an instant, leaving only the smell of blood, the sound of breathing, and heartbeat...

The sensor signals received by the sense of smell and hearing are collected by a special biochip implanted in the prefrontal lobe, processed into optical information, and transmitted to the retina.

The brightly colored human figures are clearly visible in the darkness.

Akado suddenly set off, moving like a ghost through the traffic, cutting through the water, and finding his target.

boom.

The armored palm tapped lightly on the car door.

Gambino, who was smoking a cigar, and Capone, who was chattering nonstop...both of them shuddered suddenly and turned to look at the source of the sound.

An intense fear spread upward from the void, like a hand, tightly grasping their hearts, bringing a cold and suffocating feeling.

Outside the car window, two faint lights, as deep as blood and as bright as lamps, slowly lit up.

There was thunder dancing wildly in the dark clouds like a giant python, lighting up the world in an instant.

On a rainy night, Gambino and Capone saw who was coming.

It was a blood demon who was fully armed with metal and illuminated by lightning, with the pattern of Rhine life painted on his helmet.

"Really... they're catching up." Capone murmured almost in despair.

Gambino was no longer able to speak. He didn't even notice the cigar falling from his mouth and burning the leather seat. He just sat there in a daze.

The next moment, Accardo suddenly reached out and broke the car window.

Countless broken glass cut the two Ruperts and made them bleed all over. Heavy rain fell into the driver's seat, diluting the bright red blood into light pink.

The Blood Demon of Rhine Life crushed the operating lever, leaned over, and held a sharp knife in each hand against the necks of the two men.

"Tell me, where is my instrument?"

"We didn't steal your equipment at all!" Perhaps it was the psychological pressure and the near-death situation that made Gambino a little hysterical. He shouted desperately and angrily, "We bought those boxes from the black market at a high price!"

"But they belong to Rhine Life Engineering and to me," Akado said indifferently, "Please return them to their original owners."

"Shut up, you stupid dog!" Capone kicked Gambino, who had lost his mind.

He forced a flattering smile from his gloomy face, "This..."

"Acardo, of course, you can also call me Bloodhound," the Blood Demon pulled the knife back a few centimeters, giving Capone a chance to speak.

Capone took a breath, "It is because of Ms. Sicily's orders that we..."

"Don't explain. The laws of Syracuse don't apply to me." Akado handed the knife over again. "Answer my question."

Capone shuddered, his eyes full of bloodshot behind his sunglasses. Rather than being executed by the Sicilian lady, he was more afraid of being drained of blood by the blood demon in front of him - judging from the blood demon's reputation, he was very capable of doing such a thing.

"No. 114, Gray Rat Street, downtown," Capone said with red eyes and hoarse voice as he revealed the hiding place of the instruments.

The blade slowly left his throat.

The blood demon left the cockpit.

Capone covered his throat and coughed violently.

Gambino realized it belatedly and looked at him in disbelief, "You actually betrayed the lady's order..."

"Stupid dog! Cough! Cough cough..." Capone's face was livid. He grabbed Gambino's collar, looked at the furry and fierce face wet by the rain, and resisted the urge to punch him.

"Listen carefully," Capone took a deep breath, "I, we, have never betrayed the lady's orders. Those boxes were recovered by the owners themselves. Do you understand?"

"It's obviously only you..."

"Bastard! Do you think you can still survive if the lady knows what's going on here?!" Capone couldn't bear it anymore and punched Gambino hard in the face.

"You dare to hit me? You traitor, coward!" Gambino unbuckled his seat belt and fought back angrily.

Two battered Lupers wrestled in the tattered cockpit.

In the darkness in the distance, the Rhine Life logo glowed faintly.

......

【am, 0:00】

The date lights up on the electronic watch: May 1094, 5 in the Terran calendar.

002. Dragon Gate, Dragon Gate

When the first ray of sunshine falls on the street after the heavy rain.

This city that never sleeps day and night endures its fatigue, forces itself to cheer up, follows the trajectory of the past few decades, and prepares itself for a new day of work.

Reporters in the upper town were awakened from their sleep by a series of phone calls early in the morning and hurried to the company to write articles about the big news that happened last night.

【Longmen Times: Last night, a sudden natural disaster struck 52 kilometers outside Longmen. A storm swept through the upper city of Longmen, causing serious traffic jams. It is reported that at 0:43 last night, several foreign tourists disappeared while passing through the lower city. The police of the Longmen Guard Bureau are urgently searching. Please pay attention to your personal safety. 】

[Shangcheng District Science News: According to the latest report, Dr. Accardo, Director of Rhine Life Engineering, will visit Longmen Academy of Sciences in the near future to discuss cooperation matters related to the "new power armor" technology.]

【《Longmen Traffic》: Last night, there were multiple methane explosions in Huishu Street, Xiacheng District. After investigation by the Longmen Fire Department, it was determined that the explosion may be caused by the aging of the underground source stone heat-generating module, which caused leakage and caused serious economic losses to the residents of Huishu Street. The manufacturer of the module was fined more than 267 Longmen coins by the court for failing to do a good job of maintenance. 】

【...】

The brick walls were covered in mud after the rain, and dirty and turbid water dripped from the cracks in the old eaves.

The street corners in downtown are as dirty and messy as ever.

The sleepy flower shop owner closed the rolling door and welcomed the first customer of the day amid a rumbling sound.

He was a tall man wrapped in dark yellow metal armor. Blood mixed with rain water dripped along the edge of the armor, and as he walked into the store, it fell on the clean and shiny granite floor.

The gas mask obscured his face, and a scarlet light was faintly visible in the round lenses, like a hungry and bloodthirsty beast.

The owner of the flower shop was a delicate little girl from the Liberian ethnic group. She had never seen such a scene before and was so frightened that she stepped back and hid behind the counter. She quietly took out her communicator and wanted to call the police.

"Buy a bunch of yellow irises." Several Longmen banknotes soaked by rain and stained with blood were pressed on the counter.

The scarlet eyes looked through the lenses coldly at the flower shop owner who was fiddling with the communicator.

"Okay...Okay," the little girl silently put down the communicator, and forced a business smile on her pale face. With trembling legs, she staggered to the flower stand at the back. Without caring about profit, she selected the best flowers, gathered them into bunches, tied them up with ribbons, and then delivered them to customers.

The man wrapped in metal took the flowers and left without saying a word.

The glass shop door opened and closed, bringing in a damp and cold wind. The girl in the flower shop shivered and collapsed weakly in the leather chair. The intense fear and dread made it difficult and weak for her to breathe.

The store was empty, with only light red footprints scattered on the ground, indicating that the danger was gradually receding.

......

Downtown, Grey Rat Street.

The low buildings were shattered, and the intricate drainage pipes arranged by the factories in the upper city were broken due to the sudden explosion. Industrial wastewater with excessive heavy metal content was scattered all over the streets, gathering into streams, flowing like streams and rivers along the height difference, and forming puddles along the flat terrain.

Four large trucks were parked outside the blood-stained alley. Workers in Rhine Life uniforms put on knee-high rain boots, waded through the ankle-deep water, walked into the narrow alley corners, and searched through the ruins for the metal boxes with the Rhine Life logo painted on them.

The Longmen Fire Department organized a construction team to put up a protective belt around the area and posted a warning sign that read "Accident has occurred, no entry." Outside the protective belt stood several Longmen Guards.

Chen Huijie crossed her arms over her chest, looking at the Rhine Life workers moving back and forth in the puddle with a stern expression. Xingxiong stood beside her, holding a bag of hot dumplings in his hand. Facing the cold wind of the early morning, he couldn't help yawning.

Xingxiong wiped away the tears from his eyes and looked at his partner, "How long do we have to stand here?"

"I don't know." Chen Huijie was in a bad mood.

Anyone who works late into the night and is called to work at 4am will not be in a good mood - Chen Huijie is undoubtedly very passionate about her job as a police superintendent, but she has to obey the orders of her superiors and acquiesce to these Rhine Life employees who violate Longmen laws and act recklessly in the Lower City. For her, who has always insisted on "justice", this is simply a double torture of mind and body.

A certain blood demon caused quite a stir last night, almost demolishing half of the street and eliminating all the Syracuse gang members living in the lower city.

The police superintendents of the Longmen Guard Bureau had to work overtime overnight to finally deal with a series of follow-up impacts. Unfortunately, the next day was not a day off, so they had to get up and continue working.

The warm yellow sun in the morning and afternoon seemed a little listless, hanging on the top of the tall buildings like a boiled egg. The sunlight was neither hot nor warm on the body, but the cold wind blowing from the artificial lake made people shiver with cold. The chill penetrated into the skin as the light shone on the chest, making people involuntarily hold their collars tightly and hurriedly pass by the street corner where sirens were blaring.

The few rays of sunlight are monopolized by the prism-like high-rise buildings, leaving only shadows for the slums in the downtown area.

Despair, sin, violence, the deepest filth in human nature grow in the darkness.

Fortunately, Grey Rat Street has always been managed by the local gangs in Longmen, so the environment and sanitation do not appear to be too dirty, and basic public order is maintained on the surface.

A light blue Originium-powered car with exquisite paintwork came to a stop with a harsh brake sound. A girl from Liberi with short black hair stepped out of the cockpit. She stood on the street holding an old metal suitcase, tiptoed slightly, and looked into the distance with empty eyes. Her cute little face was tense, like a newlywed wife waiting outside the company for her husband to come home after get off work.

The shacks on both sides of the street were inhabited by infected people, refugees, low-ranking gang members, and homeless people who were heavily in debt. They all looked at the beautiful girl who was standing a little further away. Her cleanness was so out of place in the entire downtown area, and their turbid eyes revealed malicious expressions.

In this corner that is difficult for the Longmen Guards to reach, too many dirty things can be carried out.

Click, click.

Suddenly, some metal fell to the ground, making a heavy trembling sound. The rhythm was orderly and methodical.

The ruffians on Gray Rat Street shuddered instinctively. They were too familiar with this sound. Every damn time they heard it last night, it was accompanied by earth-shaking explosions and screams with blood splattering.

Why did that monster come back again? !

Everyone hated themselves for being so shameless as to run out to breathe fresh air. It was so nice to hide in the sewer last night, but now that they were out, there was no time to escape back.

As the footsteps approached, the rats in the shed fled in panic, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to hide themselves, praying for all the folk beliefs they could think of, longing for a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps the prayer had worked. The Blood Demon only glanced around and walked to the girl's side without stopping... He opened the trunk of the Source Stone car, took off his heavy metal armor and threw it into it.

Accompanied by clanging sounds, the handsome blood demon in an elegant handmade suit stood on the street, but except for the Liberi girl next to him, no one dared to look directly at his face.

The metal armor named "Bloodhound" by Akado has an excellent isolation layer. Even if the wearer walks in a rainstorm for 8 hours, not a single drop of rain can penetrate it.

The suit was still dry and clean, without a single wrinkle on it, and it wore it all over the Gray Squirrel Street. For Akado, it was just a warm-up exercise before the real busy work. This amount of exercise didn't even make him shed a drop of sweat.

He opened the door of the cockpit, sat in the main seat, and placed the bouquet he had just bought on the steering wheel. It was the irises that grew abundantly in Longmen in summer. The girl sat in the passenger seat and closed the door. The key turned, the engine roared, and this expensive sports car left the dirty streets in the damp cold wind. It came in the turmoil of the heavy rain, and drove towards the bustling city in the tail of the heavy rain.

The car was silent. The man had no expression on his face. The girl seemed to have learned from him as she grew up. She was very serious and had a stern face, not revealing any emotion.

Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere was not tense or serious, but harmonious and self-consistent. They had been getting along like this for more than ten years. Acardo saw the scene outside the car gradually change to the neon lights of the Uptown Business Park. He suddenly looked at the girl next to him. This was his personal assistant. "Quillen, report the results of the mission."

Today, Feather Pen is wearing a white shirt, a tie, a beige windbreaker, a short skirt, and black velvet tights. The black silk fabric outlines the girl's wonderful leg contours very well, her thighs are round and straight, and her calves are as bright and beautiful as a crescent moon.

She straightened her slender waist, opened her pearly crystal lips, and whispered, "Director, the 31 instruments and 4221 materials lost by Rhine Life have been recovered, but 26 of them have been damaged by human beings. The damage is so severe that they can no longer meet the needs of the experiment."

Akado steered the car onto the highway and asked, "Have we rented the experimental site in Longmen?"

"The Swire Group of the Shi Huaiya family is assisting in the negotiations and is expected to move in tonight."

"Tell the researchers to hurry up and write a set of information books that can fool those businessmen. We don't have much time, and we must make the laboratory famous in Longmen as soon as possible - I will take care of the instruments," Akado braked on the side of the road after exiting the highway.

On the side, Quill Pen sat upright with her tender white hands on her thighs. She looked at the driver obediently, smiling and winking, looking like a perfect passenger.

Accardo turned off the safety locks on both doors, then pinched her soft cheeks. "Get out of the car. You haven't finished your homework for Materials Science: Lecture 32: D Steel. I didn't have time to check it last night. Don't think you can get away with it."

The smile on Feather Pen's face collapsed immediately. She bowed her head and responded, unbuckled her seat belt obediently, and then left the cockpit. When they first arrived at Longmen, there were already far-sighted sponsors who solved the problems of these scholars from Rhine Life in food, clothing, transportation, housing, and even social communication.

The feather pen had just left the source stone drive car. The place where she got off was opposite a hotel opened by the Shihuaiya Group. There was already a servant waiting by the door. When he saw the girl, his eyes lit up and he hurried forward to take out a list of hard-backed paper with gold lacquer to check her identity. Then his attitude became more respectful and humble. "Miss Lafiella, please go upstairs. Your room is a platinum luxury suite on the fourth floor. Mr. Accardo has instructed us to prepare study tools in advance. They are purchased in full accordance with the specifications of the Victoria Royal College's liberal arts examinations."

"......" Quill walked into the elevator with the suitcase in his arms, looking depressed.

*

There is also a bar with elegant décor.

The white copper chandelier hangs down, emitting a soft bright yellow glow.

The air was filled with a light scent of incense.

The oak wine racks are filled with many bottles of wine in older packaging.

The blood demon in a suit and tie sat at the bar, shaking a goblet. Blood-red liquor was swirling slowly in the glass.

Opposite Accardo, at the bar, sat an emperor penguin.

The penguin was dressed in the clothes of a popular hip-hop singer in Colombia, with a black jacket on the outside, several gold necklaces hanging around his neck, and huge sunglasses fixed on his beak, covering half of his face.

He is a well-known rock and rap singer in Colombia...well, he is also well-known in the whole of Terra, a superstar in the music world, "the Great".

Others thought that as a Liberian, perhaps because his bloodline of the ancestors was too strong, he didn't even have a human form.

"Captain Morgan (Victorian), this is a fine wine left over from the Golden Age of Iberia. It has been out of production for decades. Now you can only drink it by attending a ball hosted by aristocrats in Victoria," the emperor said after filling the glass in front of him with wine. He then placed the square iron kettle printed with Victorian words on the bar. He slowly opened the drawer, took out a silver-shell cigar, cut off the round head with a pair of small scissors made of pure gold, lit it and held it in his mouth.

He thought for a moment, took out another cigar from the drawer, and slapped it on the table. "Syracuse handmade cigars, (Syracuse) [White Wolf]."

"......" Akado took the cigarette in his hand, lit it, and threw it back to the emperor.

"Don't smoke?" Penguin was a little surprised.

"It tastes too good," the blood demon picked up the wine glass and took a sip elegantly.

The emperor blew out a ring of smoke and said, "Yes, your adopted daughter is a delicate little girl. She can't stand the smell of this kind of opium."