Chapter 787

"Sablin, take a break... Take a break. My legs are breaking."

"If they stop, they'll catch us."

Sablin scolded. His cellmate just shook his head, took off 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 can only rest for a few minutes.

Then they walked into the passage symbolizing hope. The claustrophobic corridor full of dust and stones is one of hundreds of closed ore beds, a long, low space scarred by decades of pickaxes 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. It seems that no one has used it for a long time.

Sablin listened attentively for a while. After confirming that there was no movement, he slowly pushed away and took Mir in.

It was dark inside, but I could vaguely see the outline of those large equipment. Because the lift shaft was abandoned, it was also abandoned here.

He took off his mask and breathed the air with heavy dust.

Just before he wanted to say that they had been saved, the light of the substation suddenly turned on, and the dazzling light made sablin subconsciously raise his arm.

In his blindness, he could hear voices bounce strangely in the narrow space - footsteps, and voices.

He recognized the voice, George Sanchez, the boss of the big eagle gang.

"Where are you going in the name of Tara, little boy?"

George Sanchez is a middle-aged man in his thirties. He doesn't look very fierce. He is even a gentleman. He has a decent beard and his hair is shiny with oil.

Even he was wearing the same clothes as the outside, rather than the ragged prison clothes of others, which seemed to confirm all kinds of speculation about his transcendent identity.

He looked at sablin like a teacher, his teeth white with a smile.

Around him were three or four burly men with no weapons in their hands - in fact, they didn't need any weapons according to their physique.

George Sanchez clapped his hands and went straight to them, followed by his attendant, walking through the closed space together.

"This... What happened?"

Mill was almost dumbfounded.

"Run! Look back!"

"You deal with this."

George Sanchez ordered his two men, who immediately rushed over the boss, grabbed mill and tried to press him against the wall.

Sablin turned and ran away. He knew mill was hopeless.

It's not that he doesn't speak of righteousness. If he dies, no one will come back for revenge.

Realizing that he had been abandoned, mill immediately shouted, but sablin didn't look back.

But he wasted a lot of energy before, making his hands and feet far less agile than before.

When he stumbled carelessly, George Sanchez grabbed him, grabbed the back collar of his prisoner, hit him on the shoulder with his fist and dragged him to the root of the wall.

"Twisted little bastard."

George Sanchez spat contemptuously and hit sablin in the stomach with his fist.

The thin boy bent down and the air was squeezed out of his lungs. He wanted to stand firm and breathe, so he instinctively grabbed George Sanchez's arm.

The big eagle helped the old man drop him to the ground and looked at him with mockery.

"I heard you ate a lot of my food, didn't you?"

George Sanchez grabbed sablin's greasy black hair and forced him to look at himself.

In the remaining light, sablin saw that the two dregs were killing Mir. The fool was too frightened to fight back. The two people laughed and kicked his face with their boots - his face was completely flesh and blood before he fell.

Shame and anger filled the boy's body, blocking his gurgling breath.

"The little boy is also good."

Suddenly, George Sanchez showed an obscene smile, his clean face twisted in the shadow.

"Let me see how you are growing."

As he spoke, his hand began to touch sablin's lower body.

At first, sablin looked like a fool, 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 across George Sanchez's neck.

Then, the guilty man covered his neck and staggered back, and blood began to overflow between his fingers.

Between sablin's fingers, there was a sharp thumb blade with a blood bead hanging on it——

"Kill --"

George Sanchez's eyes widened and his arms trembled at sablin. The thugs panicked and roared up.

Suddenly, the gate of the substation burst open, and everyone was frightened by the loud noise.

When they turned their heads, they saw a huge body occupying the whole gate.

"Is it disturbing you?"

This is a giant, a giant in silver gray thick armor. Others present may not know it, but George Sanchez recognized it at the first sight.

Astat.

He stumbled and tried to escape, but sablin tripped him and stabbed the blade into his temple in his frightened eyes.

George Sanchez, just died.

"You have great courage to kill in front of me."

The giant said with a smile, tore the door frame with his bare hands and came in.

Sablin just stared at him.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know."

"But you don't look surprised."

Sablin jerked from the corner of his eye and his headache began to worsen.

"... you are a nightmare."

"Ho Ho, then we have a lot of fate."

The giant glanced at Mill's uncooled body, and then asked blandly:

"Why do you steal food? He may not die if you don't do so."

"Because I'm hungry, I have to find something to eat."

The giant looked back and looked down at the thin and pale boy, and the boy looked back at him with only unyielding and resistance in his eyes.

"Good eyes."

Suddenly, a chuckle came from under the helmet. Then the soldier took it off and showed his face as pale as a boy.

He is taros, who is carrying out a secret conscription plan.

"I saw your every move through the monitor. Do you understand what's happening?"

The boy just shook his head.

"You were chosen. That's why I showed up."

The boy was still puzzled, but Talos did not intend to explain.

"In the future, a great power will wake up 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 99 people similar to you. You are the last. From today on, you have no name. You only have a number, 100."

"No! You can't take my name!"

"Of course I can."

Talos glanced back at the trembling men.

"Unless you're going to die here."

Sablin thought for a while and finally didn't resist.

"Well, that's it."

Talos turned and the boy followed him towards the torn door.

In the middle of the walk, Talos suddenly pulled out his bomb gun and shot all the gang thugs who were still in shock.

Sablin hardly saw this process. When he realized what had happened, Talos's gun had already been taken back into the holster.

"This --"

"This is power, okay?"

The son of midnight grinned and walked slowly into the darkness.

"But don't hurry to be happy. Soon there will be a very cruel and interesting game waiting for you. Only 20 of the 100 candidates have the chance to gain this power. Look forward to it ~"

Sablin was stunned, and memories of the past flooded into his mind.

Bloody childhood, humble street life, betrayal, deception, killing, everything revolved in his mind. He suddenly realized that if he mastered the power, these would leave him.

Finally, the hesitation in his eyes disappeared.

Sablin in the past, now No. 100, has stepped into the boundless darkness with firm steps——