The gentle rain caressed him, leaving translucent winding lines on the cold armor.
Raindrops condensed in the cold clouds and mist. Superman, shrouded in midnight, stood on a solid roof. When the raindrops finally hit him, they were as warm as tears.
For some reason, Sablin always liked the night, but the brothers he knew from other companies were completely different.
But none of this matters, because Midnight can better help him complete his mission.
For this operation, he specially put on a midnight blue cloak.
He has been tracking the cult organization hiding in the refugee camp for two days, and now he is about to catch him, not just one person, but the entire organization.
In the rainy night, he stood and rested for a while. The rain moistened his eyepieces, blurred his vision, and then flowed down the helmet.
In a sense, this is similar to the feeling of crying.
He thought so.
But an Astartes should never cry.
The distant peaks jutted into swirling dark clouds, hundreds of thousands of lamps glowed on its rocky concrete surface, and rudimentary street lamps swayed in the rain.
These lights are not enough to dispel the darkness. Since the invasion of chaos, the sun has been hidden deep in the cloud barrier most of the time.
He relaxed, closed his dark eyes, and let his thoughts wander.
The next moment, he opened his eyes and confirmed that the target he was tracking had relaxed his vigilance, and they would not be able to find any clues about the pursuer in the next period of time.
While they were spinning around like headless flies, he watched quietly from above.
Soon, they moved.
Sabourin activated his backpack, easily climbed over the roof, and touched puddles full of filth with his feet.
In the distance there is a light pole equipped with an incandescent lamp. Beyond its dim light is a shelter containing a stairway to the lower level, with a row of air purifiers surrounding the stairwell, which suck in the stale air and force it through
filter, and then pumped into the building through pipes.
For the next few minutes, he walked between the machine and the crumbling shelter, sometimes squatting and sometimes clinging to the wall.
It is difficult for mortals to understand how such a huge giant, wearing thick armor, could not make any noise. There was even a busy small shop fifty meters away to the right of Sablin.
But such is the limitation of mortals, they never truly realize the transcendence of the Astartes.
After walking for a while, Sablin stopped, maintaining a vigilant posture, while warm rain and warm exhaust gas flowed down.
Nothing, no one heard, no one cared.
Fear keeps people away from strange sounds.
Originally I was afraid of gang members, but now I am afraid of elusive killers.
That killer——
Sablin felt that the technique was very familiar, and in some aspects it was very similar to their company commander. He had also visited the scene, but the people here did not know what it meant to protect the scene. When they went there, only a pool of blood and a wall were left.
some traces on it.
But through these, he can still roughly infer the characteristics of the killer.
Active at midnight, silent, with sharp claws, a taste for torture, and a certain morbid artistic sense.
Um--
In a sense, Sabourin is a bit hard to say.
Putting aside the killer's behavior, what he did was indeed very clean and neat, leaving almost no more evidence, causing their tracing process to be almost completely interrupted.
In desperation, they had no choice but to put this matter aside and concentrate on dealing with the spread of rumors and cults among the refugees.
But now he ran into some trouble. The cultist he was following didn't know if he had other plans or noticed something. He suddenly stopped moving and started drinking at a roadside wine stall.
And it looks like he has no plans to leave anytime soon.
This is a bit difficult to handle. If Sablin keeps waiting for the other party, God knows how long he will have to wait.
"Um?"
Suddenly, a faint cry for help from the alley a hundred meters away on the left caught his attention.
"Ya Zhudie~"
Sabourin jumped to the edge of the roof and peered down the alley.
The design of the building was very ancient, and he had no idea when it had stood here. The durable material only showed the traces of thousands of years of time. It was built on the hillside in a forgotten era.
, dozens of other similar mountains have been swallowed up by time, and only this place has survived due to unstable geology and inability to support larger buildings.
Two young men stood in an alley, with their swords drawn out of their sheaths, and they were approaching a young woman step by step.
In this gloomy refugee camp, the same thing happens every hour, and disasters only magnify the ugliness of human nature. Therefore, Sabourin has no mercy for the refugees here. He is just performing his mission.
Otherwise, he wouldn't even take a second look at these people, because they are just a bunch of worthless trash who huddled together in fear of the enemy.
There is too much rubbish like this in the Empire.
The girl is better dressed than the two people she is facing, and she has a higher social status at first glance. As for her appearance——
Sablin felt inferior to his gardener servant.
Soon, the man was busy tearing off the girl's clothes and failed to see the quietly falling shadow.
If they had been alert, the sound of the cloak blowing in the wind could have warned them, but they didn't. They were so immersed in their own dirty pleasure that they didn't pay attention to the soft sound when they landed, or the footsteps as they walked towards them.
But the girl's eyes had widened and her crying had stopped, as if she had seen a concrete nightmare.
Soon, a darker shadow emerged from the shadows.
Blood welled up, they laughed, and the girl cried softly.
They laughed loudly, she cried quietly, and both thought no one would come to help her.
He was close enough to smell the dirty body odor of these young men from the stench of garbage that pervaded everywhere.
"let her go."
A deep voice sounded, soft, full of urgent hiss, covering up the ruthlessness of the speaker.
"Grass!"
They turned to look at it and were instantly frightened.
A huge giant looked down at them. He was a midnight ghost, with gray-white armor appearing and disappearing through the gaps in his cloak.
One man's bladder betrayed his body, adding the smell of rotten citrus urine to the dizzying smell of the alley. The other man was braver. He gritted his teeth and took a scrap grinder.
The made knife stabbed forward.
"very good."
Sabourin grabbed the young man's head with his fingers, lifted him up, and then flicked his wrist, causing the brains and blood to splash onto the wall.
Losing the control of the neural network, the headless corpse twitched like a puppet.
Then, he smiled at the second young man. Controlled by fear, the man's nose and tears flowed out uncontrollably.
After taking off the mask of a thug, he is just a twenty-year-old mortal.
Sabourin glanced at the other person's neck, and there was a symbol on it, a burning demon head, which was the symbol of the cult organization he was tracking.
Perfect, simply the blessing of the emperor.
Sablin smiled and squeezed out a word from between his teeth.
"run."
The young man's legs were already weak, but he still turned around and ran away. However, he tripped over garbage and hit the wall after just a few steps.
When he regained control of his body, he immediately increased his speed.
Sabourin ignored him, but held the dead boy in his arms and stared at the girl curiously.