The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

Accardo's reputation in the city of Tremont is severely polarized.

Some people admire him, while others hate him. There is also a lot of discussion about Acardo's name on the city network.

But everyone agreed that he was one of the most difficult people to deal with in Tremont.

Maybe he was in a bad mood? The salesperson didn't know. He was afraid that he would accidentally say something wrong and piss off the gentleman, and then he would be blown to pieces.

If you don't want to charge me, then don't charge me. I'll pay for it myself... He muttered to himself, took a picture of the sports car going away, and posted it on the Tremont Polytechnic University forum.

[CX300: I met Director Acardo of Rhine Life today. (Click to view the picture)]

As soon as the post was published, it disappeared in the tide of the Internet.

He looked at the screen of his mobile phone, but he always felt that he saw a pair of scarlet eyes, like a whirlpool, making his thoughts dizzy.

The salesperson covered his forehead and suddenly felt a little confused. Who did I just meet?

Oh, there's another car coming, work first.

Unconsciously, he had forgotten the existence of Akado.

The sports car soon left the toll booth far behind. Gradually, the traffic thinned out. It continued to accelerate on the deserted highway until it exceeded the speed limit, approaching the racing-level speed of 350 kilometers per hour. If you open the window a little, you can hear the ghost-like howling of the wind passing by your ears, but in the warm cockpit with the doors and windows closed, you can only hear the man's sonorous and high-pitched singing and the powerful and percussive rock music.

This sports car was a new toy bought by the emperor, but because the order was received in Colombia, it was somewhat dusty when it was delivered to Longmen, so he simply lent it to Akado.

The manufacturer was thoughtful enough to install a lot of music in the car's computer that they thought would suit the penguin's taste.

Accardo could not quite accept this kind of vigorous musical aesthetic. After listening to a few more songs, he felt a little annoyed and simply turned off the power of the computer.

The cockpit suddenly became quiet.

The car window was rolled down and the cold evening wind whistled into the cockpit.

There was no sound in his ears, only the heart-wrenching roar of the strong wind after dusk. The Blood Demon stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, wantonly challenging the limits of the sports car on the deserted road.

In the wilderness, stands a luxurious villa with streamlined design, using a lot of glass and metal to create a sense of technology.

The speed of the sports car slowly slowed down, cutting through the water on the road like a sharp sword, and then rushed straight into the underground garage.

With a sharp and piercing friction sound, the vehicle stopped in the area planned by fluorescent dye and took a deep breath.

"Open the door," Accardo said.

"Welcome home, Mr. Accardo," the electronic voice echoed around the underground garage.

"It seems you're adjusting to your new equipment quickly, PRTS."

"Glad to serve you."

The car door was pulled upward by the metal hinge and opened. The ceiling lights in the garage lit up, illuminating the whole room.

Quill stood at the elevator door, pursed her lips, and gave Akado a happy smile.

"Welcome home, father."

"Ah, it seems you are ready?"

"Hmm..." The girl's face slowly turned red. She looked down at the tip of her shoes, feeling a little shy.

"Then go ahead. You are not a child anymore. We should discuss some more in-depth issues."

104. I told you, it's a bloodhound

(Written before the main text: Because of the recent trend of online literature and platform policies, that, the plot about ethics, has been warned. Therefore, the relationship between Quill and Akado, at least in the main text, cannot be upgraded from "daughter" to "wife". Well, if lines or extras are OK, and I will write about it in the book club later.)

As soon as Quill entered the bedroom, the door closed.

Akado was not there, only another blood demon.

She recognized this blood demon, Warfarin, the mainstay of Rhodes Island's medical department, a hematology expert whose medical skills were praised by many elite operators.

Of course, she is also her adoptive father's partner. Although I don't know how these two people got together...

"Hello, Miss Warfarin."

Quill took a deep breath and said hello politely.

"Hello, Lafiela~" Huafarin seemed to be in a good mood.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" Quill said softly, with a look of great wariness in his eyes.

"It helps you recognize that there should be boundaries between children and parents, and that should not be crossed."

......

The top floor of the villa is the manufacturing room.

Countless metal components were placed on several tall platforms, and several robotic arms hung from the ceiling, moving back and forth between the platforms.

Akado stood in the center of this vast space. "You seem very satisfied with your ability to control these machines."

PRTS quickly responded, "Helping some genius ideas become reality, even as a programmer, it is inevitable that there will be a feeling of 'emotional surge'."

“I don’t have any monopoly on inspirations. I just make them more suitable for this land.”

Akado clapped his hands. "The Bloodhound Transformation Project has begun."

The robotic arms began to stretch back and forth, piecing together the metal components that had already been built.

The original Bloodhound was little more than a piece of heavy armor, with its only function being the helmet.

But now, it is about to be reborn.

Through the soul technology obtained from the remains of evil spirits and the metal activation technology, it truly has the ability to "seek blood and hunt."

Every time he saw this fly-head-like mask, Akado would always think of the original purpose of him using this armor...

It was early summer six years ago, in the evening.

Bolivar, a coastal city, brought a hurricane with heavy rain to Colombia. The highway was blocked and drivers were all impatient. It was time to get off work, and everyone was eager to go home and rest early, at least it would be more comfortable than staying in this boring weather.

The sound of car horns mixed with the rumbling thunder above our heads, creating a deafening cacophony.

Acardo sat in the "cheap" toy-like car, slapping the steering wheel expressionlessly, joining in the farce, and the cheap horn roared one after another. His own exclusive car was half-modified in the workshop and was not yet completed, but he had to find a car dealer to assemble a fast car to pick up his young adopted daughter.

This car does look cheap, like an electric bike next to a charging station, and may even be less expensive than a tire of those luxury cars.

But in fact, the engine and chassis it is equipped with are first-class quality goods. Racing grade, enough to run at a crazy speed of 400 kilometers per hour. Thanks to this, the materials used in the tires are the product of torsion alcohol fine processing, white horse alcohol. After special treatment, it has extremely high toughness and wear resistance and high heat resistance. The shaft and bracket are made of high-strength incandescent alloy.

It seems that the producer himself is fanatically pursuing the concept of speed. He almost castrated or degraded all comfort and living designs, and used all the energy on the engine and heat dissipation.

The exterior is made of a special hard and wear-resistant iron. The bizarre fluid shape and the front tend to be a cone, which can better break through wind resistance and reduce friction caused by the atmosphere during high-speed movement.

The communicator keeps showing disconnected status.

During the school break, Feather Pen always took the initiative to call him. Today, due to the bad weather, he needed to pick her up. Akado was getting more and more irritated. He had realized that his adopted daughter seemed to have met with an accident.

So at a certain moment, he could no longer bear it and suddenly stepped on the accelerator, knocking over the two vans next to him and rushing straight down the elevated road. The car body smashed the fence and fell from a height of dozens of meters in front of everyone's horrified eyes.

The raindrops were hit on the car window like a pair of slender hands grabbing it and pulling hard, leaving long and winding water marks.

Then countless bright red instantly enveloped the surroundings, like hot oil poured into the snow, the ground melted, Akado stepped on the accelerator, and the safe and sound car took off from the ground like an arrow, throwing off the water and rushing into the night.

Akado came to Quill Pen's school, but couldn't get in. The walls collapsed, the houses collapsed, and a small-scale natural disaster broke out in the rainstorm, destroying the blocks around the school. Originium crystals grew as densely as trees. Bad weather is always just a cover. The real danger is the sharp blade hidden under the exaggerated performance of nature.

This place is in ruins.

The heavy rain severely blocked the traffic and the rescue team has not arrived yet.

He frowned and went to the narrow back seat to pick up the heavy armor - the "Bloodhound" made according to his previous dream.

It couldn't be more appropriate to use it on this occasion.

A high concentration of Originium environment, not to mention whether it will drastically increase the degree of infection of the mineral disease, first of all, if a large amount of Originium particles are inhaled, the crystallization of the nasal cavity and even the entire respiratory system is inevitable.

Then, the Originium itself also interfered with the diffusion of the smell.

He opened the car door and walked in the rain fully armed.

"Allfather grant me sight."

[Voice recognition passed, started——

Tracking device: Eye of God. 】

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.

He saw the brightly colored human figures buried deep under the sand, stones and rubble.

Akado had no compassion or pity, he was just looking for his adopted daughter. The life and death or joy and sorrow of others had nothing to do with him.

Fortunately, the feather pen was small enough to curl up in the corner of the classroom. She remembered what Akado had taught her about how to deal with natural disasters. Even when disaster struck, she tried every means to reinforce a small triangular area to prevent herself from being killed by heavy objects falling from high altitudes.

Accardo dropped a full tank.

Several liters of blood spurted out, burning the ruins of the building like flames.

The heavy rain evaporated, and mist filled the air. The Liberian girls in school uniforms hid in a corner, shivering with cold.

He took out the particle-level gas mask that he had prepared long ago, put it on Feather Pen's face, and then hugged her, "School is over, let's go home."

The girl hugged Akado tightly and kept trembling in his arms, as if she was afraid and scared.

The heavy rain wet her hair, and her little face under the gas mask was frozen blue, but the girl suddenly smiled lightly and rubbed against Akado affectionately.

Because in the boundless cold, someone came close with a torch, bringing warmth and safety.

*

Am, 7:25, Quill opened his eyes on the bed in the bedroom.

The white gauze curtains in the bedroom were blown up by the wind, and the cold wind with rain penetrated through the gap in the quilt and took away the body temperature. She looked over while lying on the pillow. The sky outside the window was still hazy, and it was drizzling under the porcelain blue sky. Another wet embrace embraced this city in the middle of the wilderness into the gloomy sky. Everything seemed chaotic, like a person who had not woken up.

Still afraid of the cold, he pulled the crooked blanket tightly around him, and his feet sticking out from under his pajamas were frozen pale.

"PRTS?"

"Hello, Miss Quill, may I help you?" There is a touch-screen computer embedded in the wall beside the bed. Now the screen lights up, and faint electronic sounds linger in the ears.

"Can you turn on the heating for me?" the girl asked in a low voice.

Buzz buzz buzz...the window slowly closed, the air conditioner started working, and the room quickly became warm.

She stared out the window for a long time. This city, which had always been so gray and blue in her memory, had always been raining, big or small, as if to wash away some dust stuck on the ground that could not be washed away. As long as someone was willing to look for it, they would always find the persistent traces left by the rain after countless washes...

The set alarm clock software popped up a floating window on the screen. Just before the alarm rang, Feather Pen had already turned off the alarm. She sat up from the bed and took a long breath, as if to spit out all the rain smell mixed with dust and earthy smell in her dream. But when she inhaled again, the new smell of rain filled her nostrils again, making her feel wet all over while her brain was clear.

I still remember vividly the warmth I felt when Akado hugged me during the heavy rain.

"..."

The girl thought of her conversation with Warfarin last night.

In silence, tears of unwillingness and confusion flowed down his cheeks.

(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.)

(Additional chapters completed! 12 chapters remaining. I went out to attend a relative's funeral today. I stayed up all night on the train to finish the additional chapter on my phone. I got off the train soon. I was so sleepy. I moved my luggage early and went to find a hotel, then went to sleep.)

(Please give me some money to reward me! I am exhausted both physically and mentally~)

105. Accardo's Gundam Scam

The long black trench coat rustled.

The gloomy-looking man stood outside the gate of Rhine Life's headquarters and took out a document from his bag.

"Federal Internal Revenue Service investigator, Leon Matilda."

The security guard at the door glanced at the ID with a hint of fear on his face.

"How come an IRS investigator has time to hang around the lab?"

"I want to speak to Director Accardo of the Engineering Department."

"Director Accardo? Didn't he go to Longmen some time ago?" The security guard's face was filled with confusion and surprise without any pretense.

The investigator looked at his expression carefully, then frowned, turned around and left hurriedly.