The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

Passing through the gloomy alleys, there were puddles of water on the ground and wet garbage dumps that smelled foul after the rain. Even the most destitute pioneers did not want to stay here for long and hurriedly turned around and left with their packages.

The investigator took off his windbreaker and threw it into the trash can beside him, then took out a handmade cigar produced in Syracuse and put it to his lips. He snapped his fingers, and a bright white light flashed in an instant. The front end of the cigar was neatly cut off and burning with fire.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes in ecstasy. Even though he was in a dirty alley surrounded by garbage, he felt like he was in a fairyland.

call.

He blew out a few white smoke rings, then reopened his eyes and burned his ID with the cigarette butt that was still sparking.

A layer of gum was burned away, revealing words printed with special dye underneath.

[A first-class agent of the Colombian Ministry of Defense, Luo Yi Atkinson.]

"Report, Akado did not return to Rhine Life." He peeled off a layer of soft rubber from his face, and his facial features changed drastically. He took out a small chip from the soft rubber and inserted it into the electronic watch on his wrist, and the communication channel was quietly connected.

"It seems that the Gundam he was tinkering with in Longmen is the real thing. Wei Yanwu hid it very well," a voice came from the speaker of the electronic watch.

"Do you need me to go to Longmen and look for it myself?"

"No, if you go you might not be able to come back."

Luo Yu put out his cigar and said, "Tell me what mission you have. I'm in a hurry to date my 'girlfriend'."

"Take care of Akado's whereabouts."

"You might as well let me jump directly from the rooftop of the Central Building. If I can let some of my emotions build up, I'll die more comfortably."

"The reward is..."

“Can I opt out of real-time tracking?”

"Effective intelligence is available within 48 hours."

"It's rare that you understand how hard it is for me to live."

"I was afraid he would come to me in person."

......

The quill had changed a lot since that night of long conversation.

She quietly hid her abnormal admiration deep in her heart and no longer expressed it in words.

Maybe time will dilute everything and allow her to meet someone she really loves in her future life. Maybe...Acardo is already the best person she has ever met. She will not choose any partner. There will always be someone to accompany her until she is old and gray.

Quill knew that the pure-blooded Royal Court Blood Demon had a long lifespan that she could not match.

Warfarin, who is several hundred years old, looks like someone of his own age... No, he actually looks younger than himself - in terms of his figure.

After saying good morning to Akado and having a quick meal, Quill continued to study.

Blood Demon got into the sports car, ready to meet the "big shots" in the military.

It was a manor housed in the center of the city. In a place where every inch of land was worth a lot of money, there stood an extremely luxurious aristocratic courtyard.

The armed soldiers respectfully stepped aside and the gate slowly opened. Acardo left the sports car and a servant helped him park it.

Enter the manor, through the dim corridor, and go up the white marble staircase with vine patterns carved on it, reminiscent of the magnificent reliefs in the round arched dome of the Gallic royal palace.

This is not the first time that Akado has come.

Last time it was murder.

This time it's about business.

The top of the stairs is both the exit and the entrance. A heavy black curtain blocks the double doors that are wide enough for five people to enter side by side. Inside is a large and spacious space with a rectangular conference table. Four crimson pillars stand upright in the four directions of the hall, with iris feather flags hanging on them. On the walls outside are murals of epic, magnificent and tragic battlefields. One chandelier after another illuminates every corner in a golden color, and everyone sitting down looks as if they are covered in bright and beautiful gold powder, looking elegant and luxurious.

The ground was covered with a thick cashmere blanket dyed red, and the blood demon in a crimson suit strolled in.

"It's been a while since we last met, but the smell of money and corruption on you is still so clear to smell."

"......" A group of generals or high-ranking officials looked at him warily.

A very smart middle-aged man touched his shiny head, trying to ease the tense atmosphere at the conference table. "Before we turn our swords against each other, let's talk about the 'small business' you mentioned in your letter."

Blood Demon pulled out a chair and sat down, saying casually, "I opened a laboratory in Longmen. As for the latest results, I believe everyone here has heard about it."

"Gundam."

106. Do you recharge Q coins?

This is a serious piece of music.

This is a cheerful song.

It was played on the stage, telling the story of the cruelty of war and the joy of the people after victory.

Its name is "The Fall of Gaul". Legend has it that the previous Witch King of Leitania improvised this symphony after the Gaul emperor was beheaded.

Violins, cellos, trumpets, French horns, trombones and even various percussion instruments sounded together without any confusion or noise. The timbre of all the instruments gathered together would only make people feel hurried, because there was a legendary conductor waving his baton passionately, reconciling the various dissonances and blending them into a whole. If someone who is proficient in forging comes, he will definitely regard the stage as an anvil, the curtain as a furnace, and the many instruments held by the symphony orchestra as the materials lying horizontally. The clever old craftsman is waving the hammer, blending them into one with clever strength, becoming an unparalleled sword that can cut into the heart and arouse people's emotions.

This is a hymn of victory.

But it only praises the king.

This is a mockery and ridicule of the loser.

But its object was the whole of Gaul.

The old Witch King was so arrogant. He thought highly of himself and compared himself to the sky of Leithania.

He thought he could be like the sun, spreading his light over the plains, rivers, forests, and then cities.

So he died, nailed to the throne, the crown fell to the ground with a clang, and then the blood stained the wool carpet red. Because there are always places where the sun cannot shine, there are shadows, breeding the danger of murder.

Every poor person who can't find an enemy can see the sun, and they choose to vent irrationally, thus killing the sun.

The song following "Fall of Gaul" is "Song of the Clear Sky". This is one of the countless songs praising the Witch King that emerged in Leithania when the Twin Queens first took power and usurped the throne.

The young singer sang on the stage.

"The sky is clear and blue,

The breeze sang softly;

The river is flowing,

My heart is full of hope.

The haze dissipated overnight.

The earth greets the morning light;

Praise Leitania,

The home of the free."

It is rare to see the revival of classical music in a concert, let alone one that sounds so pleasant to the ears. This is probably due to the cooperation of an outstanding conductor and an excellent orchestra.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Emperor." The symphony orchestra's agent saluted gratefully.

"Oh, you're welcome," the penguin pushed up the sunglasses on his beak, "It's a rare thing to be able to bring the Leitania symphony to faraway Colombia. I love music, and it has nothing to do with national boundaries or ethnicity."

"10% of the ticket revenue from the show will be given to you..."

"One percent is enough, man. Remember to spend the extra money on the right things. The development of art requires money. Even the most romantic and brilliant spirit cannot do without material foundation."

The emperor patted the agent's knee and staggered away. This is a landship that is traveling far away.

He traveled a long way from Longmen to Columbia, probably just because he didn't want to miss such a lively feast.

"Hey, boss, how was the concert?" The red-haired Sakta girl greeted the penguin who had just walked in the bar.

"A very good group of girls and boys..."

"Ah, I know. It must be 'but, it's still far inferior to me'," Croissant commented with a grin as he gulped down a bottle of strawberry milkshake.

The emperor patted his belly in disbelief and ordered a large beer at the counter. He suddenly realized, "Why are you two just sitting around doing nothing? Why don't you want to help in the studio?"

The studio he mentioned was inspired by Accardo.

The recently popular online live broadcast industry has a bright future and has a good public opinion status in major mobile cities. The emperor saw this and decided to use his reputation and connections to build a leading online entertainment platform.

When I was naming it, there was a voice in my mind saying something, Teng...

Teng means rapid success.

News of the information age.

So he clapped his hands and named the new company "Xun Teng Entertainment". Then he connected banks from various countries and, after referring to the real purchasing power of their currencies, set up a unified online currency to be used for a series of functions such as rewards and purchasing promotional resources.

Let's name it "Q coin", Q is taken from the Victorian word Quality, which means quality.

He has lived for thousands of years and accumulated the huge foundation of the Penguin Business Empire, which gave the emperor the confidence to create a virtual currency that sets industry standards.

Q coins will circulate in various city-state networks and be operated by agents. They are digitally designed, but special computers that can produce this currency need to be purchased from the emperor at a high price. This to a certain extent eliminates the possibility of agents immediately "ceding land and becoming kings" after receiving Q coins.

So, in order to provide support to your favorite city idol, let her feel your presence.

Young man, do you recharge your Q coins?

(There is still one chapter left to pay off the Dark Duel. I am about to die suddenly. The Dark Duel is too scary.)

107. Adam has a heavy heart, you deserve to die

Accardo's villa has a name.

It was originally just an ordinary building.

But now he named his house "Star of David" to commemorate a brave boy who brought him knowledge of a new technological system, "David Martinez".

After consulting with the Colombian Ministry of Defense and many dignitaries of the federal army, he immediately returned to the villa's workshop to continue the transformation and upgrading of the "Bloodhound".

With the development of the Blade model power armor, the entire transformation project went quite smoothly.

Because portability was not considered, the latest "Bloodhound" was nearly 2.4 meters tall, and the armor was half the width of a palm. It was buried with dense cables, and more than a dozen spell units he made himself were directly connected to the source stone power supply device. If necessary, this heavy armor could be transformed into a small mobile spell fortress in an instant.

I took the feather pen to a nearby town for a stroll to relax, and then it became completely dark.

"PRTS."

"Mr. Accardo, I'm here."

"Checking the network connection status with Rhode Island."

"The connection is good, the line is stable, and the signal transmission is delayed. Keep the surrounding alarm system running. Good night."

"Good night, Mr. Accardo, and have a sweet dream."

Sweet dreams? Thanks for the blessings.

Clang, clang. The whole villa went dark, the headlights went out one after another, and the large Originium power generation unit underground was slowly inserted into the cooling plug, allowing those highly active Originium to return to a dormant state.

The year is 2077. Night City. A city that is always covered with neon lights.

It always seems more prosperous than any mobile city on Terra.

But whether it's Night City or anywhere else, it's all equally dirty.

Accardo sat up from the bed. In the poor and cramped apartment, next to the bed was a dirty old yellow jacket, which was a relic of his "mother".

He looked at the magnificent night view outside the window with curiosity and helplessness, and then passively felt every word and action of the owner of this body.

One encounter after another, one separation after another, each is unforgettable.

"I'll take you to the moon! I promise!"

"I want to help you realize your dream. That's my dream. As long as I can help you achieve it, I don't mind losing everything."

The boy looked at the fake starry sky and made some vague promises.

The girl chuckled and responded with a kiss and a hug.

"I hope you work hard and climb up to the top of Arasaka Tower." The strong mother stated her greatest hope.

"David, this is my end, but you have to live. Aren't you faster than anyone else? Now, run." Her companion laughed, and she fell into the murderous intent that came from the sky, without a breath. Her name was Rebecca, and she was a gentle girl. No matter how warm the heart is, the body will be cold after death.

"Don't trust anyone in Night City," someone advised.

But that young boy has grown up with the sacrifices of countless people. He whispered, "I can respond to everyone's expectations, except yours."

"What will make you famous around the world will not be your current glorious cyberpunk life, but the tragic moment when you die in battle. Such a life is not suitable for you. There are no living legends in Night City." Someone whispered in my ear.

"So what? From now on, I am a legend in this city." He smiled and greeted the hunter who was covered in prosthetics.