"Sabrin, take a break... I'm going to break my legs."
"If you stop, they will catch us."
Sabrin scolded, his inmate just shook his head, took off the seal of the filter mask and raised his wide eyes.
After climbing a vertical rock wall of hundreds of meters, he was exhausted.
In desperation, they could only rest for a few minutes.
Then they entered the passage of hope, the claustrophobic corridor covered with dust and stone was one of hundreds of closed ore layers, a long, low space scarred by decades of picks and laser cutters.
It is at the edge of the equipment area and leads to a substation.
At the end of the passage is a wooden door that looks like no one has used it 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 black inside, but the outlines of the large equipment could be vaguely seen. Since the lifting well was abandoned, it was also abandoned.
He took off his mask and breathed in the heavy dusty air.
Just before he was about to say that they were saved, the lights at the substation suddenly turned on, and the dazzling bright light made Sabrin subconsciously raise his arm.
Blindly, he could hear the sound bounced strangely in the narrow space—the sound of footsteps and the sound of speaking.
He recognized the voice of the speech, George Sanchez, the boss of the Great Eagle Gang.
"Where are you going in the name of Terra, little boy?"
George Sanchez is a middle-aged man in his thirties. He doesn't look very ferocious, even quite gentlemanly, with a decent beard and his hair shines because of oil.
Even he was wearing the same regular clothes as outside, rather than the ragged prison clothes of others, all of which seemed to confirm all kinds of speculations about his transcendent identity.
He looked at Sabrin like a teacher, his teeth shining white because of his smile.
Around him were three or four burly men with no weapons in their hands - in fact, they didn't need any weapons based on their physique.
George Sanchez clapped his hands and walked straight towards them, following behind him, stepping through the enclosed space together.
"What happened...?"
Mill was almost stunned.
"Run! Go back!"
"You guys deal with this."
George Sanchez ordered his two men, who rushed from the boss immediately and grabbed Mill, trying to press him against the wall.
Sabrin turned and ran away, knowing Mill was helpless.
It’s not that he is unfaithful, if he dies, then no one will come back to take revenge.
Realizing that he was abandoned, Mill immediately shouted loudly, but Sabrin did not look back.
But he had wasted a lot of effort before, making his hands and feet far less quick than they had.
After he accidentally stumbled, George Sanchez grabbed him, clenched his prisoner's back collar, smashed his fist on his shoulder and pulled him to the base of the wall.
"Twisted little hybrid."
George Sanchez spat contemptuously and slammed Sabrin's belly with his fist.
The thin boy bent down, and the air was squeezed out of his lungs, trying to stand firm and breathe, so he instinctively grabbed George Sanchez's arm.
The eagle helped the old man throw him to the ground and stared at him with mockery.
"I heard you ate a lot of my food, right?"
George Sanchez grabbed Sabrin's greasy black hair and forced him to look at himself.
With his light, Sabrin saw the two scumbags killing Mill. The fool was too scared to fight back. The two kept laughing and kicking him in the face with their boots - his face was completely bloody before he fell down.
The boy's body surged with shame and anger, jammed his giggling breath.
"The little boy is not bad, too."
Suddenly, George Sanchez smiled obscenely, his clean face twisted in the shadows.
"Let me see how you develop."
As he said that, his hands began to touch Sabrin's lower body.
At first, Sabrin looked like he was frightened, but at the moment when George Sanchez was most relaxed, his eyes burned.
The next moment, his roar turned into a wild roar.
"Go to die!"
He waved his arm sharply and stroked George Sanchez's neck.
Immediately, the criminal man staggered back with his neck covering his neck, and blood began to overflow from his fingers.
And between Sabrin's fingers, there was a sharp blade that was long on it, and a blood bead was hung on it.
"kill----"
George Sanchez widened his eyes and pointed his arms at Sabrin with trembling hands. The thugs were also panicked and rushed up yelled.
Suddenly, the gate of the substation suddenly exploded, and everyone was frightened by the loud noise.
When they turned their heads, they saw a huge figure squeezing the entire door.
"Have you disturbed?"
This is a giant, a giant dressed in thick silver-gray armor, and the others present may not know, but George Sanchez recognized it at first sight.
Astat.
He staggered, trying to escape, but Sabrin tripped him and then stabbed the blade into his temple in his horrified eyes.
George Sanchez, just died.
"You are so brave, kill someone in front of me."
The giant smiled and said, tearing open the door frame with bare hands and walking in.
Sabrin just stared at him.
"Do you know who I am?"
"have no idea."
"But you don't look surprised."
Sabrin's eyes twitched, and his headache began to worsen.
“…You are a nightmare.”
"Hoho, then we are very destined to be together."
The giant glanced at Mir's body that had not yet cooled, and then asked casually:
"Why do you want to steal food? He may not die if he doesn't do this."
"Because I'm hungry, I have to find something to eat."
The giant turned his head and looked down at the thin and pale boy, and the boy looked back at him, with only indomitableness and resistance in his eyes.
"Good look."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Suddenly, a chuckle came from under the helmet, and the warrior took it off, revealing a pale face as pale as a boy.
He is Talos, who is carrying out a secret recruitment plan.
"I saw your every move through the monitor. Do you understand what is happening?"
The boy just shook his head.
"You're selected, that's why I'm here."
The boy was still puzzled, but Talos was not going to explain.
"In the future, a great force will wake up from you, a force that can scare the tiny mortals, of course, if you can pass those trials."
"Trial?"
"I have found ninety-nine people who are similar to you, you are the last one, from today on you have no names, you only have numbers, 100."
"No! You can't take my name away!"
"Of course I can."
Talos looked back at the trembling men.
"Unless you are going to die here."
Sabrin thought about it and finally stopped resisting.
"Okay, then that's it."
Talos turned around and the boy followed him and walked towards the torn door.
Halfway through, Talos suddenly pulled out the bomb gun, and shot all the shocked gang thugs to death.
Sabrin hardly saw this process clearly. When he realized what was going on, Talos's gun had already been retracted into the holster.
"this--"
"This is power, do you understand?"
Midnight Son grinned and then slowly walked into the darkness.
"But don't rush to be happy for now. There will be a very cruel and interesting game waiting for you soon. There are only a maximum of twenty candidates with a hundred candidates who have the chance to gain this kind of power. Look forward to it~"
Sabrin was stunned, and memories of the past surged into his mind like a tide.
Bloody childhood, humble street life, betrayal, deception, killing, everything was spinning in his mind, and he suddenly realized that if he had mastered the power, then these would leave him.
Finally, the hesitation in his eyes disappeared.
The past Sabrin, now No. 100, stepped into the boundless darkness with firm steps-