Chapter 785 No. 100
“Sablin, take a rest, my legs are about to break.”
“They will catch us if we stop.”
< br> 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 passage that symbolized hope, a claustrophobic corridor filled with dust and stone, one of hundreds of closed seams, a seam made of decades of pickaxes and laser cutters. A long, scarred, 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.
Sablin listened for a while, and after confirming that there was no movement, he slowly pushed away and walked in with Mir.
It was dark inside, but the outlines of the large equipment could be vaguely seen. 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 of the substation suddenly turned on, and the dazzling light made Sablin subconsciously raise his arms.
Being blind, he could hear sounds bouncing weirdly in the narrow space - footsteps and voices.
He recognized the voice, the boss of the Big Eagle Gang, George Sanchez.
"Where in the name of Terra are you going, little boy?"
George Sanchez is a middle-aged man in his thirties, who does not look very ferocious, and is even quite a gentleman, well-combed His beard and hair were shiny with oil.
Even he was wearing the same regular clothes as outside, instead of the tattered prison clothes of others. All this seemed to confirm various speculations about his transcendent identity.
He looked at Sablin like a teacher, his teeth shining white because of his smile.
Besides him, there were three or four burly men with no 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, followed closely by his followers, and they crossed the enclosed space together.
“What happened?”
Mill was almost dumbfounded.
"Run! Turn back!"
"You deal with this."
Jorge Sanchez ordered his two men, who immediately swooped over the boss and grabbed Mir, trying to pin him against the wall.
Sablin turned around and ran away, knowing that Mir was hopeless.
It’s not that he is unloyal, if he dies too, then no one will come back for revenge.
After realizing that he had been abandoned, Mir immediately shouted loudly, but Sablin did not look back.
But he wasted a lot of energy before, making his hands and feet far less agile than before.
When he stumbled, 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."
George Sanchez spat contemptuously and punched Sabourin in the stomach with his fist.
The thin boy bent down, the air was squeezed out of his lungs, and he instinctively grabbed George Sanchez's arm because he wanted to stand firm and catch his breath.
The big eagle helped the old man throw him to the ground and looked 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 - until he fell. Before, his face was completely bloody.
Shame and anger welled up in the boy's body, blocking 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 developing."
As he spoke, his hand began to touch Sablin's lower body.
At first, Sabourin looked like he was stunned, but at the moment when George Sanchez was most relaxed, his eyes burned.
The next moment, his roar turned into a wild roar.
"Die!"
He swung his arm suddenly and crossed George Sanchez's neck.
Immediately, the man with many crimes covered his neck and staggered back, and blood began to overflow from between his fingers.
And between Sabourin’s fingers, there was a sharp blade as long as a thumb, with a blood drop hanging on it——
“Kill————” George Sanchez glared With big eyes and trembling arms, he pointed at Sablin. The thugs also panicked and rushed forward with a roar.
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 bother you?"
This is a giant, a giant wearing silver-gray thick armor. Others present may not know it, but George Sanchez recognized it at first sight Recognized.
Astartes.
He staggered, trying to escape, but Sabourin tripped him, and then, as he watched in horror, plunged the blade into his temple.
George Sanchez, just died.
"You are very brave, killing people 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?”
“No.”
“But you don’t look surprised.”
Sabu Lin'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 flatly:
“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 have to find something to eat.”
The giant turned back and looked down at the thin and pale boy, and the boy looked back at him, with only unyielding and defiance in his eyes.
"Nice look."
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 have seen every move you make 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 confused, but Talos was not going to explain.
“In the future, a great power will awaken from your body, 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 will not have a name. You only have a number, 100."
"No! You can't take it away from me. Name!”
“Of course I can.”
Talos glanced back at the trembling men.
"Unless you are prepared to die here."
Sabourin thought for a while and finally stopped resisting.
"Okay, so be it."
Talos turned around, and the boy followed him, heading towards the torn open door.
Halfway through, Talos suddenly pulled out his bolter and shot all the gang thugs who were still in shock with a few blasts.
Sabrin 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, do you understand?"
Midnight's Son grinned, and then slowly walked into the darkness.
“But don’t rush to be happy yet, there will be a very cruel and interesting game waiting for you soon. Only a maximum of twenty of a hundred candidates 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 had mastered the power, all these would leave him.
Finally, the hesitation in his eyes disappeared.
The past Sablin, the current No. 100, stepped into the boundless darkness with firm steps——
(End of this chapter)