The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

"Acardo asked you to go with him," the emperor took out a certificate and threw it to her, "Second-level agent of the Colombian Ministry of Defense, Cellinina Texas, accept the test of the organization."

......

Finally we are going back to Syracuse.

For some reason, Capone felt a little uneasy.

I really suffered a lot of cold stares in Longmen.

But it had been a long time since he had felt that kind of damp, dull and suffocating feeling, like walking under a long rain.

After all, Longmen is a city where no one will die. At least on the surface, it always displays its brilliance and beauty, maintaining a bright appearance, but it always has to make compromises internally, such as suppressing those lawless people in the dark.

Many things that are legal in other countries are considered serious violations in Longmen.

Capone lit a cheap cigar that he had bought from a pioneer outside Tremont in exchange for the velvet jacket that the Rat King had given him before he left.

There was originally a whole box, but Gambino took a few.

Syracuse is like the opposite of Longmen. There is no bustling night scene, no bustling traffic, only hunters seeking blood debts at night, the clanging of swords is powerful, mixed with curses and cries of pain.

Syracuse is a rainy city. Torrential rain is rare, but it is like a blunt knife scraping flesh. It is damp and hot, wetting the hair and soaking the shoes and socks, making people feel more anxious and depressed.

Like silver-gray sticky spider silk, it weaves a web that covers the entire city. Everyone is a prey that has stepped on the spider web, unable to escape, and can only helplessly wait for the arrival of the predator. The more you struggle, the more you make your voice heard, the faster you die.

There are no ordinary people in Syracuse. If you want to survive, you must first learn to keep your mouth shut.

Walking in the alley, people came and went, but there was no real conversation. Even when choosing a product in a store, they only exchanged a few words. Most of the time, all I could hear was the sound of raindrops falling diagonally into the alley and onto the street.

......

Water drops flowed down Capone's cheeks from his hair, and raindrops stained his glasses. The winter clothes favored by pioneers gradually became wet. What appeared in front of him was just a blurry rain scene, blurry... a vast expanse of white... Capone walked aimlessly on the street.

Haha, I'm back again.

The cigarette box in his hand was empty, and inside was a thick roll of "John's Mama" vouchers. John's Mama is a Colombian technology company with high-quality and wide-ranging products. The vouchers it issued are circulated in many countries, and many large companies prefer to accept these small pieces of paper that can be exchanged for military products rather than those currencies that depreciate from time to time.

Gambino had long since disappeared, so it looked like he would have to go meet Ms. Sicily alone.

Capone wiped the lens with his calloused fingers, and the scene before him became slightly clearer.

Ha, he saw a cool and beautiful girl walking with an umbrella in the distance.

I really envy this guy, he was able to get rid of the constraints of this city so easily.

Texas is not a Syracuse, this is what Lady Sicily promised herself, and she gave this genius of the Texas family, the most gifted killer, to Accardo.

As part of the deal, Akado will help Syracuse complete the draft project for the first new mobile city and provide a more advanced power system.

126. Great, I'm starting to understand everything

It's the weekend again.

Joyce ground the last of her beans into a cup of coffee and put the empty jar on the table.

She held the cup and drank slowly, mist covering the surface of her goggles.

Outside the window, heavy snow fell again, and the sky was as gray and dumb as steel. Two elm trees stood tall, their strong branches piercing the sky straight ahead. The dark feathered beasts cried miserably in the drifting snow, their down feathers drifting between the buildings, torn apart by the cold wind.

The time on the phone was 4:55 pm.

There are still five minutes until get off work ends.

Joyce finished her coffee, washed the cup, packed her computer and briefcase, stood up at exactly five o'clock in the afternoon, and walked out of the office without delay.

Still expressionless, but a hint of joy could be clearly seen on her pretty little face.

In the corridor, the sound of office doors being suddenly pushed open could be heard constantly. Researchers rushed out of the doors, running hurriedly, and fleeing out of the door of Rhine Life's headquarters.

This is the day off. Mainly, of course, because it's Christmas.

12 month 25 number.

Wait, why does Colombia have a Lateran festival…

Oh, the influence of the Lateran Church is still too widespread. This federal state that rose up on the basis of immigration has forced all kinds of festivals from various regions to be crammed in in order to promote residents' consumption.

There is even a New Year's Day celebration here...

Walking on the floors of Rhine Life's headquarters, you can see a lot of ribbons and bells hanging from the ceiling. There is basically a Christmas tree in every spacious laboratory... They are rented from the furniture company next door and have to be returned after Christmas.

Akado and Quill worked together to clean up the gifts that filled the laboratory.

Although Quill Pen is very popular in Rhine Life... everyone likes this well-behaved and sensible little girl, but in fact, most Christmas gifts are given to Akado.

Decades later, he is still one of the few living academic masters. He was a professor at Tremont Polytechnic University for a long time. It can be said that a considerable number of the country's top leaders were once his students.

Of course, the main reason for giving gifts is that Akado has never shown any signs of decline. He is always young, always strong, always has inexhaustible inspiration, and is always active in the forefront of scientific research.

Anyway, giving a gift won't offend anyone, and if you can build a good relationship you're gaining something. Even if you don't gain anything... that's the biggest gain.

Joyce led Rosemary into the engineering building. The new lab assistant trotted over to help.

Accardo nodded to the data processing specialist, "Merry Christmas, and have a good rest."

*

"Christmas......"

Yelena stood on the deck of Rhodes Island, watching the colorful ribbons fluttering in the heavy snow, and the infected children playing around a huge Christmas tree with gift boxes in their arms. Amiya had been studying outside for nearly a month before returning. Although she was still immature in many aspects, she was no longer afraid of being the focus of public attention.

This girl from the Carter tribe was appointed as the CEO of this landship at the age of 12.

She probably came back to Rhode Island just to organize this Christmas event.

【Merry-Christmas!】A wreath written in Victorian was hung on the wall. The little rabbit stood on the observation deck, holding a microphone, and assigned the operators some reasonable preparation tasks within their capabilities.

Several elite operators also came out of the office and stood looking at Amiya from a distance, satisfied and relieved.

"She has really grown a lot. I remember when she first met me at the Tower of Babel, she was so nervous that she couldn't even speak clearly..." ACE touched his rough bearded face.

"I scared him away once," Logos scratched his face twice, "He was in a bad mood during that time. Maybe he was too gloomy?"

ACE looked him up and down and gave a fair evaluation, "You are also very gloomy now."

Logos nodded with a dark look on his face, "Thank you for your honesty."

No one knew when Scout had left Rhode Island or when he had returned. Anyway, he had appeared in his dormitory before Christmas and was snoring loudly, obviously very tired.

Sharp woke him up and pulled him out. The Sarkaz scout was now leaning against the wall with sleepy eyes, yawning.

"Where's Akado? Akado hasn't come back?" Koluchil popped out from somewhere and looked around.

"Oh, he came once and left with Warfarin," said a hooded man who was also an elite operator.

His code name is Raidian.

An elite operator of Rhodes Island, a communications expert who is extremely skilled in reconnaissance and intelligence processing.

"What's the matter? Our chief engineer of the landship also wants to have some in-depth exchanges with Akado like our predecessors?" Several old men did not hesitate to use their harsh words to mock this profiteer who was as black as coke. They were not blind and could see at a glance that this blood demon who liked motor oil had a great admiration for the old red-eyed man of the same clan.

"Go away! He's my teacher!" Klushier was obviously hit in the sore spot. She kicked them angrily and ran away.

Today's Christmas special promotion is cancelled!

She stormed into her workshop angrily and began tinkering with a bunch of electronic components.

Soon, three modified drones equipped with high-speed cameras were stuffed into her backpack, and she hung a small wooden sign on the shopping mall that read "Closed today, closed"... Damn it, she never misses any opportunity to make money, and this sign was just written.

Kalciel registered her departure record with PRTS and left Rhodes Island without stopping.

What on earth am I going out for?

She herself didn't understand, but she felt that if that unreliable senior and Acardo were to do something inappropriate for children during Christmas, she would be jealous to the point of going crazy...

Tsk, Klushie scratched her head. She had changed her hairstyle today. Her smooth and soft graphite-colored long hair was tied into a single ponytail and tucked into her down jacket.

It is inevitably boring. Am I too greedy? As a student, she has received all the help and support a teacher can give from Accardo.

but......

I am not satisfied at all with being just a "student".

After all, it was Akado who pulled her out of the narrow and dark attic, took her to see the prosperity of the outside world, and gave her unprecedented "recognition" and "encouragement".

Klushier narrowed her eyes and looked at the snowy sky in Colombia.

It’s so cold. I should have brought two warming patches with me before going out.

127. Warfarin is very hot inside

The end of Christmas was not a sloppy one.

Instead, it ended in a warm way.

At least Huafalin felt warm... Oh, "warm" is not accurate enough, it should be "warm and cozy".

She pulled back the covers, revealing a blush on her white body, the sheets dark from the wetness.

The white little feet landed on the floor, stained with sweat and a hint of cherry pink, like the first blooming plum blossoms in the snow-capped mountains of the East. Looking up, the beautiful scenery that aroused infinite reverie was in full view.

If necessary, you can recite the famous prose "Peach Blossom Spring" by Yan Guo to relive the hard work of last night. "When the forest ends and the water source comes out, there is a mountain with a small opening that seems to have light. So I left the boat and entered through the opening. It was very narrow at first, but it was just passable. After walking a few dozen steps, it suddenly became clear."

Late at night, Miss Nian sat up in shock from her dying illness and suddenly exclaimed, "It's so wet! So wet!"

The feather pen covered its ears and fell asleep, its face flushed.

The soundproofing of the room is naturally excellent, but some people are too imaginative.

A medical expert from Columbia commented, "Today, when young people browse adult art, what often stimulates their impulses is not the work itself, but their brains are completing and perfecting the feelings of their own experience... I often have patients who come to me with... symptoms, diagnosed as excessive sexual indulgence, but they are all single. This is because even a piece of text, after being influenced by a series of psychogenic factors, can have a stimulating effect... "

The human brain is the best yellow waste producer.

As expected, Quill has reached the age where she would think about this kind of thing... Oh, it seems like she has had dreams with similar content many times.

The protagonist of the dream is Akado.

Huafalin yawned, not feeling shy or embarrassed. She ran into the bathroom to take a shower without putting on any clothes.

Accardo was not in the bedroom; he had been particularly busy with work recently and had gone out before daybreak.

The villa was empty, with only her there.

The other residents here are gone.

Texas followed Penguin Logistics to Syracuse.

Miss Nian was captured by Akado and taken to the laboratory for immersive blacksmithing.

Quill takes Rosemary to the school to sit in on the lessons.

This was Accardo's intention. Since he took over Rosemary, deleted her pain and despair, and gave definition to her blank life like a blank sheet of paper, he decided to train her well.

Akado understood the strategic value that a master of magic could create.

Because he has seen too much, and he himself is one of the most outstanding users of Originium skills.

But no matter how powerful a warlock is, he is still just a mortal.

The legendary fire demon who could melt high-speed warships with high temperature died of exhaustion, facing thousands of troops alone, but no one came to help him.

The Witch King, whose voice resounded through the sky of Leithania, was nailed to the throne. His musical instrument never sounded once. The servants and nobles who were paying homage to him prostrated themselves under the throne, laughing wildly as they watched the boiling blood spill on the expensive blankets.

Going back in time, even the Demon King who ruled Kazdel had many bloody enemies.

Those most powerful warlocks who had the ability to determine the outcome of the war had long since died.

Ha, my former comrades-in-arms, my former enemies, have long since fallen into the earth, and even their bones cannot be found.

The more talented and capable a person is, the more likely he is to become a consumable in war.

They burn themselves like candles, illuminating a dark area.

After all, geniuses born from disasters always attach great importance to the people who have lifted them up to the altar. In order to protect the city, the country, an honor or an ideal, they will never step back even if they are alone on the road ahead.

So they all died.

Not everyone has a dead river.

The only one who could truly treat himself as a consumable in the war was Akado.

Because he alone is "immortal".

After experiencing that war that almost destroyed most of Kazdel's high-end combat power.