Sabourin scolded, and his cellmate just shook his head, removed the seal of the filter mask and raised his wide eyes.
After climbing hundreds of meters of vertical rock wall, he was exhausted.
In desperation, they could only rest for a few minutes.
Then they walked into the tunnel of hope, a claustrophobic corridor filled with dust and stone that was one of hundreds of closed seams, a long, low-rise corridor scarred by decades of pickaxes and laser cutters.
Low space.
It is on the edge of the equipment area and leads to a substation.
At the end of the passage is a wooden door that looks like it has not been used for a long time.
Sabrin listened for a while, and after confirming that there was no movement, he slowly pushed away and walked in with Mir.
It was pitch dark inside, but you could vaguely see the outlines of the large equipment. Because the lift shaft was abandoned, the place was also abandoned.
He took off his mask and breathed in the thick dusty air.
Just before he was about to say that they had been saved, the lights in the substation suddenly turned on, and the dazzling light made Sablin subconsciously raise his arms.
Blindly, he could hear sounds bouncing strangely in the narrow space - footsteps and voices.
He recognized the voice, the boss of the Big Eagle Gang, George Sanchez.
"Where in Terra's name are you going, little boy?"
George Sanchez is a middle-aged man in his thirties. He does not look very ferocious, and is even quite a gentleman. He has a decent beard and his hair is shiny because of oiling.
Even he was wearing the same regular clothes as outside, instead of the tattered prison clothes of others, all of which seemed to confirm various speculations about his transcendent identity.
He looked at Sablin like a teacher, his teeth shining white because of his smile.
And around him were three or four burly men, without any weapons in their hands - in fact, with their physiques, they didn't need any weapons.
Jorge Sanchez clapped his hands and walked straight towards them, his followers following closely behind, and they crossed the enclosed space together.
"What... happened?"
Mir was almost dumbfounded.
"Run! Turn back!"
"You deal with this."
Jorge Sanchez ordered his two men, who immediately rushed over the boss and grabbed Mir, trying to pin him against the wall.
Sablin turned around and ran away, knowing that Mir could not be saved.
It's not that he is unloyal, if he dies too, then no one will come back to take revenge.
After realizing that he had been abandoned, Mir immediately shouted loudly, but Sablin did not look back.
But he had wasted a lot of energy before, making his hands and feet far less agile than before.
When he stumbled accidentally, Jorge Sanchez caught him, grabbed his prisoner by the back of the collar, pounded his fist on his shoulder and dragged him to the wall.
"Twisted little bastard."
Jorge Sanchez spat contemptuously and punched Sabourin in the stomach with his fist.
The thin boy bent over and the air was squeezed out of his lungs. In order to regain his footing and catch his breath, he instinctively grabbed George Sanchez's arm.
The big eagle helped the old man throw him to the ground and stared at him with mockery.
"I heard that you ate a lot of my food, right?"
George Sanchez grabbed Sabourin's greasy black hair and forced him to look at him.
Out of the corner of his eye, Sablin saw the two scum killing Mir. The fool was too frightened to fight back. The two men kept laughing and kicked him in the face with their boots - before he fell, his face had already
Completely bloody.
Shame and anger welled up in the boy's body, choking his gurgling breath.
"The little boy is not bad either."
Suddenly, George Sanchez showed an obscene smile, his clean face distorted in the shadows.
"Let me see how you are growing."
As he spoke, his hands began to touch Sablin's lower body.
At first, Sabourin looked like he was petrified, but at the moment when George Sanchez was at his most relaxed, his eyes burned.
The next moment, his roar turned into a wild roar.
"Go to hell!"
He suddenly swung his arm across George Sanchez's neck.
Immediately, the man with many crimes covered his neck and staggered back, and blood began to flow from between his fingers.
And between Sablin's fingers, there was a sharp blade as long as a thumb, with a blood drop hanging on it——
"kill----"
George Sanchez's eyes widened and he pointed at Sabourin with trembling arms. The thugs also panicked and rushed forward with roars.
Suddenly, the door of the substation burst open, and everyone was frightened by the loud noise.
When they turned their heads, they saw a huge figure occupying the entire door.
"Did I disturb you?"
This is a giant, a giant wearing thick silver-gray armor. Others present may not know it, but George Sanchez recognized it at the first sight.
Astartes.
He staggered and wanted to escape, but Sabourin tripped him, and then, while looking at him in horror, he stabbed the blade into his temple.
George Sanchez is dead.
"How courageous are you to kill someone in front of me?"
The giant said with a smile, tore open the door frame with his bare hands and walked in.
Sabourin just stared at him.
"Do you know who I am?"
"have no idea."
"But you don't look surprised."
The corners of Sabourin's eyes twitched, and his headache began to worsen.
".....you are a nightmare."
"Hoho, then we are very destined."
The giant glanced at Mir's body that had not yet cooled down, and then asked calmly:
"Why do you want to steal something to eat? If you don't do this, he might not die."
"Because when you are hungry, you need to find something to eat."
The giant turned back and looked down at the thin, pale boy, and the boy looked back at him, with only unyielding and defiance in his eyes.
"Nice look."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Suddenly, a chuckle came from under the helmet, and then the soldier took it off, revealing a face as pale as the boy.
He is Talos who is executing the secret recruitment plan.
"I saw every move you made through the monitor. Do you understand what is happening?"
The boy just shook his head.
"You were chosen, that's why I showed up."
The boy was still puzzled, but Talos had no intention of explaining.
"In the future, a great power will awaken from your body. It is a power that can frighten small mortals. Of course, the premise is that you can pass those trials."
"Trial?"
"I have found ninety-nine people similar to you. You are the last one. From today on, you don't have a name. You only have a number, 100."
"No! You can't take my name away!"
"Of course I can."
Talos glanced back at the trembling men.
"Unless you're prepared to die here."
Sabourin thought for a while and finally did not resist.
"Okay, then that's it."
Talos turned around and the boy followed him, heading towards the torn open door.
Halfway there, Talos suddenly pulled out his bolter and shot all the gang thugs who were still in shock with a few blasts.
Sablin barely saw this process clearly. By the time he realized what was happening, Talos's gun had already been put back into its holster.
"this--"
"This is power, understand?"
The Midnight Son grinned and then slowly walked into the darkness.
"But don't rush to be happy. Soon there will be a very cruel and interesting game waiting for you. Only a maximum of twenty of a hundred candidates will have the chance to obtain this power, so look forward to it~"
Sablin was stunned, memories of the past flooding into his mind.
A bloody childhood, a humble street life, betrayal, deceit, and killing, everything was spinning in his mind, and he suddenly realized that if he mastered the power, all these would leave him.
Finally, the hesitation in his eyes disappeared.
Sablin in the past, now No. 100, stepped into the boundless darkness with firm steps——