The gentle rain caressed him, leaving translucent winding lines on the cold armor.
The raindrops condensed in the cold clouds, and the midnight-shrouded Superman stood on a solid roof, and when the raindrops finally hit him, it was as warm as tears.
For some reason, Sabrin always likes night, while the brothers from the other companies he knew were completely different.
But none of these matters, because midnight can better help him complete the task.
For this action, he also put on a dark blue cloak in the middle of the night.
He has been tracking the cult organization hidden in the refugee camp for two days, and now the other party is about to be caught by him, not just one person, but the entire organization.
On a rainy night, he stood and rested for a while. The rain moistened his eyepiece, blurred his vision, and then flowed down his helmet.
In a sense, this is almost like a crying feeling.
He thought so.
But an Astat should never cry.
The mountain peaks in the distance stretched into the tumbling and circling clouds, hundreds of thousands of lamps radiated lights on its rock concrete surface, and simple street lights swayed in the rain.
These lights are not enough to dispel darkness. Since the invasion of chaos, the sun is hidden deep in the cloud barriers most of the time.
He relaxed, closed his black eyes, and let his thoughts wander out of the sky.
The next moment, he opened his eyes and confirmed that the target he was following had relaxed his guard, and they could not find any clues to the follower for the next period of time.
He watched quietly from the heights as they were circling like headless flies.
Soon, they moved.
Sabrin started his backpack and easily crossed the roof, his feet were too full of dirt puddles.
There is a pole with incandescent lamps in the distance. Its dim light has a shelter outside, with a staircase leading to the lower level, and a row of air purifiers are installed around the entrance of the stairs, which suck in dirty air, forcing it through the filter, and then bulge into the building through the pipes.
In the next few minutes, he kept walking between the machine and the crumbling shelter, sometimes squatting down and sometimes clinging to the wall.
It is difficult for mortals to understand how such a huge giant, wearing heavy armor, did not make any noise. There was even a lively small shop fifty meters away on the right side of Sabrin.
But this is the limitation of mortals, who never really realized the extraordinaryness of Astart.
After walking for a while, Sabrin stopped and kept his guard, warm rain and warm exhaust gas flowed down.
There is nothing, no one hears it, no one cares.
Fear keeps people away from strange sounds.
Originally, I was afraid of gang members, but recently, I was afraid of elusive killers.
That killer—
Sabrin 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 didn't know what it meant to protect the scene. When they went there, they were only left with a pool of blood and some traces on the wall.
But through these, he can still roughly infer the characteristics of the killer.
Midnight activity is silent, with sharp claws, accustomed to torture, and has a certain sense of pathological art.
Um--
In a sense, Sabrin is a little hard to say.
Putting aside the killer's behavior, he did it very neatly and left little evidence, causing their pursuit to be almost completely interrupted.
In desperation, they could only let go of this matter first and focus on dealing with the rumors and cult spread among the refugees.
But now he was in some trouble. The cult he was following didn't know if there was any other arrangement or noticed something, so he suddenly stopped moving and started drinking at a small wine stall on the side of the road.
And it seems that there is no intention to leave for a while.
This is a bit difficult. If Sabrin has been waiting for the other party, God knows how long he will wait.
"Um?"
Suddenly, the faint cry for help in the alley a hundred meters away on the left attracted his attention.
"Yafen Butterfly~"
Sabrin jumped to the edge of the roof and stared at the alley.
The design style of this building is very ancient, and he does not know when it began to stand here. This durable material only shows the marks of thousands of years of time. It was built on the hillside in a forgotten era, and dozens of other similar mountains were swallowed up by time. Only here survived due to geological instability and the inability to support larger buildings.
Two young men stood in the alley, unsheathed their blades and pressed against a young woman step by step.
The same thing happens every hour in this dark refugee camp. Disasters only amplify the ugliness of human nature. Therefore, Sabrin has no mercy on the refugees here, and he is just carrying out his mission.
Otherwise, he wouldn't even look at these people, because they were just a group of worthless garbage that was so scared by the enemy that he curled up into a ball of garbage.
There is too much garbage like the Empire.
The girl dresses better than the two people she faces, and she has a higher social status at first glance. As for her appearance—
Sabrin felt that he was not as good as his gardener servant.
Soon, the man began to tear the girl's clothes, but could not see the shadows falling quietly.
If they were on guard, the cloak-tilted wind could have warned them, but they did not. They were immersed in their dirty joy, not paying attention to the slight sound when they landed, nor paying attention to the steps when they walked towards them.
But the girl had already widened her eyes and even the crying stopped, as if she had seen a concrete nightmare.
Soon, a darker shadow appeared in the shadow.
Blood surged, they laughed, and the girl cried softly.
They laughed loudly, she cried quietly, and both sides 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 everywhere.
"let her go."
A low voice sounded softly, filled with rapid hissing, covering up the ruthlessness of the emitter.
"Grass!"
They turned around and looked at it, and were instantly frightened.
A huge giant looked down at them, a midnight ghost, his gray-white armor appeared and disappeared in the gaps in the cloak of his cloak.
One's bladder betrayed its body, adding another smell of citrus-rotten urine to the dizzy smell of the alley, and the other was even more brave. He gritted his teeth and stabbed forward with a knife made of scrap.
"very good."
Sabrin strangled the young man's head with his fingers, lifted him up, and then waved his wrist to make his brain and blood 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, who, under the control of fear, burst out with tears in his nose and tears.
After taking off the mask of the thug, he was just a mortal in his twenties.
Sabrin glanced at the other party's neck, which had a symbol on it, a burning demon's head, which was the symbol of the cult he was following.
Perfection is simply favored by the emperor.
Sabrin smiled, squeezed a word out of the gap between the teeth.
"run."
The young man was already weak in his legs, but he turned around and ran away, but he was tripped by the garbage and hit the wall after just a few steps.
When he regained control of his body, he immediately accelerated his speed.
Sabrin ignored him, but held the dead boy and stared at the girl curiously.