Chapter 1017 Familiar Stranger
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.
I don’t know why, Sablin always likes the night, but the brothers he knows from other companies are completely different.
But these are not important, because Midnight can better help him complete the task.
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 the other party, not just one person, but the entire organization.
In the rainy night, he stood and rested for a while. The rain moistened his eyepiece, 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 the swirling dark clouds, hundreds of thousands of lamps glowed on its rocky concrete surface, and crude 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.
He watched quietly from above as they swung around like headless flies.
Soon, they moved.
Sablin activated his backpack, easily crossed the roof, and touched the puddles full of dirt with his feet.
In the distance there is a light pole equipped with an incandescent lamp. Its dimly lit exterior houses a shelter with a stairway to the lower level, surrounded by a row of air purifiers that suck in stale air, force it through filters and then pump it through ducts into the building.
For the next few minutes, he kept walking between the machine and the crumbling shelter, sometimes squatting, sometimes clinging to the wall.
It is difficult for mortals to understand how such a huge giant, wearing heavy 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.
Walked for a while again. Sabourin 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 it was fear of gang members, but more recently it was fear of elusive killers.
The killer——
Sablin felt that the method was very familiar, and in some aspects it was very similar to their company commander. He had also seen the scene, but he didn’t know what the people here were like. Called to protect the scene, when they went there was only a pool of blood and some marks on the wall.
But through these, he can still roughly infer the characteristics of the killer.
Activities at midnight, silent, with sharp claws, a taste for torture, and a certain morbid sense of art.
Well——
In a sense, Sabourin is a bit hard to say.
Leaving 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 rumors and cult spread 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.
"Huh?"
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 style of this building is very ancient. He doesn’t know when it began to stand here. This durable material only shows the marks of thousands of years. It was in a forgotten era. It was built on a hillside. Dozens of other similar mountains have been swallowed up by time. Only this place has survived due to unstable geology and its inability to support larger buildings.
Two young men were standing in the alley, their swords unsheathed, and they were pressing towards a young woman step by step.
In this dark 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 would not even look at these people, because they are just a bunch of worthless trash who huddled together in fear of the enemy.
The Empire has too much garbage like this.
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 feels that she is not as good as her gardener servant.
Soon, the man was busy tearing off the girl's clothes and failed to see the shadow falling quietly.
Had they 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.
The blood surged up, they laughed, and the girl cried softly.
They laughed loudly and she cried quietly, both thinking no one would come to help her.
He was close enough to smell the filthy body odor of these young men in the stench of garbage that pervaded the place.
"Let her go."
A deep voice sounded, soft, full of urgent hissing, 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 a whiff of rotten citrus urine to the dizzying smell of the alley, while the other, braver, gritted his teeth and took a scrap grinder. Cheng's knife stabbed forward.
"Very good."
Sablin grabbed the young man's head with his fingers, lifted him up, and then flicked his wrist, letting the brains 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 was controlled by fear, with snot and tears pouring out uncontrollably.
After taking off the mask of a thug, he is just a twenty-year-old mortal.
Sablin glanced at the other person's neck. 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 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.
Sablin ignored him, but held the dead boy in his arms and stared at the girl curiously.
(End of this chapter)