Chapter 124 Blue Soul

Fu Qinghai braved the rain and returned to the large warehouse attached to the laboratory. The outer composite armor of the Blue Shell Power Armor had been repaired.

Fu Qinghai slowly sat down at the laboratory table. The light from the screen shone on Fu Qinghai's face. He operated the mouse to open a project file and looked at the screen seriously.

The name of this project file is:

"'Blue Soul' Artificial Intelligence Architecture Plan.vbp"

That's right, repairing the ceramic steel composite armor and creating special explosive bombs and firearm modifications are only the first step. What is now happening is the real update and iteration of the Blue Shell Power Armor.

In order to deal with the war situation in the Marvel Comics Universe, Fu Qinghai no longer intends to care about Tzeentch or anything like that in Warhammer 40K.

If you have AI technology, you should use it, even if you just need to code a simple AI first.

No, I can pull out the chip when I return to the Warhammer 40K universe. In short, I should deal with the war in front of me first, and then I can think about it when I return.

Fu Qinghai pressed his fingers on the keyboard, wondering where to start typing the first line of code about "Soul of Blue".

He scratched his face subconsciously. The hot and humid breath with the smell of alcohol that Justine Hammer had just exhaled seemed to still linger in his ears.

Justine Hammer was right in thinking that her identity as a chaebol daughter was not attractive to Fu Qinghai.

Not to mention the Astartes monks, for many senior reincarnations, chaebol princesses and rich girls probably don't have much appeal.

But Justine Hammer was not completely unattractive to Fu Qinghai.

What attracted Fu Qinghai was her other identity, an identity that she herself didn't even know about, her future identity.

The Master of Evil and leader of the new Thunderbolts - Scarlet Cape.

Scientific research shows that the largest sexual organ in the human body is the brain, not anything else.

As a modern person who has been baptized by various sensory stimulations, ordinary visual and auditory experiences are difficult to arouse general impulses, but imagination is different. No matter what era, the sexiness created by imagination is always the sexiest.

This is why the temptation of uniforms is enduring. Are people obsessed with the clothes? No, it is the role, identity, class and status represented by the clothes.

Nurse, teacher, white-collar worker, agent, animal ears, tail... this is off topic.

Although his father Justin Hammer is a skinny old man, he is 1.83 meters tall. Justin Hammer, who is 1.77 meters tall, has a pair of straight, slender and toned long legs, a full and upright chest, a sharp and deep face, and a beautiful body shape that can outline the muscle lines even when wearing a superhero tights. These are her excellent external conditions.

But it was not enough to make Fu Qinghai obsessed. The swimsuit models in the videotapes under the TV cabinet, although not as good as Justine, were not much worse.

Fu Qinghai always thought that this young and sexy American hottie would be the leader of a super villain gang in the future, an evil woman who did not have strong fighting power but could play with a group of super villains at her fingertips and make many superheroes run around in circles.

I feel a little bit excited.

Fu Qinghai shook his head slightly and thought to himself, forget about it, artificial intelligence hasn't even started yet, just write out the code first.

I sorted out the various and confusing ideas and inspirations and prepared to start typing code.

"Ding Dong, visitor has arrived, face recognition result: Justine Hammer."

"Um?"

Fu Qinghai asked in confusion and turned to look at another screen next to him. In the surveillance footage, the rain was still falling. A disheveled woman in a suspender skirt with wet hair was standing at the door of the warehouse with a dejected look on her face.

Didn't I send you to Nathan Lemon's car? Why are you here again?

Fu Qinghai was puzzled, but he still said:

"Open the door."

After saying that, Fu Qinghai stood up and walked towards the door.

The warehouse door slid open, and the sound of dripping rain could be heard in the dark street, in the damp rain curtain.

Justine Hammer had her hair disheveled, her eyes drooped and her gaze dull, one bare foot stepped on the cold metal floor, and one hand held a high heel.

What happened to this woman tonight?

Fu Qinghai came over, frowned and asked:

"Justine, why are you..."

Before she could finish her words, Justine Hammer suddenly hugged Fu Qinghai, raised her arms and hugged Fu Qinghai's neck, buried her head between his strong shoulders and neck, and took a deep breath of the smell mixed with engine oil, detonator powder and metal powder.

Justine Hammer's eyes were blurred, her long eyelashes were trembling, her red lips were slightly parted, and she panted and whispered in Fu Qinghai's ear:

"Give it to me, I want you..."

Justine's hands were groping around Fu Qinghai's muscular shoulders and back, and her thighs were hanging on Fu Qinghai's waist. The dark red suspender skirt she was wearing was very thin, and Fu Qinghai was only wearing a pair of overalls and a vest. She suddenly felt a piece of elastic and tender flesh entangled with her body.

Ha, tsk…

Fu Qinghai smiled helplessly, lifted Justine's round buttocks with one hand, let her hang in the air on him, and walked to the corner of the warehouse.

There was a simple camp bed there.

Behind me, on the computer on the desktop, the music player was still playing a melodious old Cantonese song:

"I don't want to go home on this rainy night. I hope you will know that my heart has changed since then..."

"Hmm… um… huh~"

"We are just trying to get along..."

"Creaky, creaky, creaky~" the camp bed was shaking.

"I don't want to go home on a cold rainy night, I'm afraid to see your back, I can only smile bitterly and look at the raindrops, you must know to make it clear..."

…

The rising sun turned the clouds red. The sun was reflected on the sea, like a red light, shining on the buildings in the entire harbor area. Seagulls flew through the sky, making loud cries.

The morning light shone through the glass windows on the roof of the warehouse.

Justine Hammer woke up slowly on her cot.

She felt her skin sticking to the rough canvas fabric, and she looked blankly at the gray metal floor in front of her. Her eyes moved upwards along the ground and she saw a man sitting at a laboratory table.

The faint fluorescent light of the screen shone on the side of his face. His strong upper body was naked. He was concentrating on the tiny codes that kept scrolling on the screen. His hands were on the keyboard, and his ten fingers tapped quickly, so fast that afterimages appeared.

What level of veteran programmer is this?

"Um..."

Justine frowned and groaned. Just as she was about to get up, she felt a tearing pain in her lower body and couldn't help but groan in pain.

"woke up?"

Fu Qinghai continued to concentrate on the code in front of him and asked without turning his head.

Justine found herself resting on a pillow made of a balled-up black vest, covered by a large bomber jacket.

"Justine, is your family Christian?"

Fu Qinghai asked while moving his fingers quickly.

Justine Hammer rubbed his head, which was dizzy and painful after the hangover, sat up from the camp bed and answered:

"No, what's wrong?"

From Fu Qinghai's profile, one could see the corners of his mouth curled up:

"I can't remember which old movie it was that said there are no virgins over seventeen years old in the United States of America."

"Oh."

Justine Hammer sneered and said bitterly,

"First of all, Christians do not require chastity before marriage."

"Secondly, I now regret giving my first time to such a cold-hearted man."

"despair!"

Fu Qinghai hit the last enter key, sighed, stood up from his chair, walked towards Justine, and said,

"Women always like to judge a man's sincerity through some of the so-called 'details' they call them, but in fact they are just some far-fetched and self-righteous conjectures."

Fu Qinghai picked up Justine Hammer, who was sitting on the camp bed, and walked towards the warehouse door.

Justine Hammer huddled in his arms and sneered:

"Hmph, judging from your tone, you sound quite experienced."

The warehouse door opened automatically. Princess Fu Qinghai held Justine in her arms and walked out of the warehouse. She walked towards the Hummer H2 parked on the side of the road and said lightly:

"It's true that you are good at noticing details, but you only see the details you want to see."

As Fu Qinghai spoke, he opened the back door of the Hummer.

"If I hadn't injected you with ibuprofen and omeprazole while you were asleep, you would be in even worse pain right now."

Justine Hammer raised her arm and saw that there was indeed a pinhole on the vein on the inside of her elbow.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Justine raised her head and asked curiously:

"I know about ibuprofen, but what is omeprazole? Is it an aphrodisiac?"

"Hurry..." Fu Qinghai staggered and almost threw the woman in his arms out.

He looked down at Justine in disbelief and said with a strange expression:

"Omeprazole is used to protect the gastric mucosa and to sober up after a hangover. What are you thinking about?"

"Uh..." Justine blushed, lowered her head, and said:

"I just felt...very comfortable...last night."

"snort."

Fu Qinghai snorted complacently, put Justine Hammer in the back seat, and said,

"You will understand in the future how rare it is to have a man like me who doesn't just care about his own pleasure."

Fu Qinghai opened the car door and walked towards the driver's seat.

The car started, Fu Qinghai turned the steering wheel, and drove steadily towards the apartment building.

Justine Hammer lazily lay on the leather cushion in the back row, with her long legs resting on the seat back next to Fu Qinghai's shoulders. Her toes playfully scratched the side of Fu Qinghai's face and asked,

"You talk so old-fashioned. How old are you?"

How old am I?

That's a really good question for an Astartes.

But unlike those real veterans of thousands or tens of thousands of years, Fu Qinghai is still just a new recruit based on his service time.

So Fu Qinghai carefully counted on his fingers.

When I was reformed, Master Quinto said I was 17 years old...

"20 years old, how about you?"

"Hahaha..."

Justine Hammer was shaking with laughter in the back seat.

"I'm 22 years old. What right do you have to teach me a lesson, little brother?"

Fu Qinghai said calmly:

"A 22-year-old virgin, isn't that shameful?"

Justine was so angry that she gritted her teeth and pinched Fu Qinghai's ears with her toes, twisting them hard.

Fu Qinghai raised his hand and took Justine's foot down, kissed the instep gently, put it down, and said:

"Good boy, we'll be there soon."

Justine Hammer's heart trembled, and she was immediately aroused. She put her long legs together and shrank back into her seat.

Fu Qinghai turned into the underground garage of the apartment building, parked in the dedicated parking space, got out of the car, and opened the rear door.

Justine Hammer sat in the back seat, hugging her knees, blinking her big eyes at Fu Qinghai, and said,

"I want you to hug me."

Fu Qinghai smiled, reached in, grabbed Justine Hammer by the back of her neck, and pulled her out. After pulling her out of the car door, he lifted her up high and slid her in the air, and asked with a smile:

"Do you like it this way?"

Justine Hammer kicked angrily.

Fu Qinghai quickly held this beautiful woman, who was as agile as a female leopard, in his arms.

…

"Ding Dong!"

The elevator door opened, and Fu Qinghai threw Justine, who was in his arms, onto the sofa and said:

"I don't have any women's clothes here. Call the people at Hammer Industries and ask them to send them over."

"Um."

Justine Hammer hummed softly, picked up the landline phone on the low table next to the sofa, dialed a number and gave a few instructions, then walked barefoot on the floor, picked up a pure white bathrobe and went into the bathroom.

When Justine rubbed the towel on her hair, wrapped in a bathrobe, and came out of the bathroom with steam all over her body, she saw Fu Qinghai sitting on the sofa with a laptop in front of him. His eyes were staring at the screen intently, and his hands were clicking away.

"What program are you writing?"

Justine Hammer jumped behind Fu Qinghai and asked curiously.

"Does Jarvis know?"

Fu Qinghai said calmly without even turning his head.

"Jarvis? Is it Iron Man's smart butler program?"

"Smart butler..." Fu Qinghai couldn't help but laugh.

"This is why you will never be able to defeat Stark Industries. An artificial intelligence that analyzes and assists in combat 24/7. You call it an 'intelligent butler'?"

Justine Hammer put his arm around Fu Qinghai's neck and came over to ask:

"I don't know this information. By the way, your technology seems to be closely related to Tony Stark?"

Fu Qinghai nodded and said,

"Yes, he does have a lot of connections with me, but... he's not the Tony Stark in this universe."

This universe... Justine Hammer pondered this sentence.

...

　Thanks to Angel Non-Human, Steel in the Fog Sea, book friend 2021*9169, Roger Otarifos, all the names I thought of have been taken, and several book friends for their rewards.

　　I'll update one chapter first. I wrote half of this chapter in the early hours of yesterday morning. I'm a little busy today as I have to attend some social events with relatives. I'll try to update another chapter later.

　　It is not just a daily routine of flirting with girls. There is a very important plan after Scarlet Cloak. There are foreshadowings in the front, and some book friends may have guessed it.

　　Speaking of Astartes Veterans, apart from legendary antiques like Sigismund, the only organized Veterans are the Death Guard. However, I don't think the Veterans are that strong. As a whole, they still cannot beat the Primaris Space Marines.

(End of this chapter)