I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Chapter 187 The fish that slipped through the net and the kind-hearted person

Somewhere in the deep pipe system of the bottom nest, in an unnoticed corner.

A manhole cover on the ground, which was covered with thick black dirt, was pushed open from the inside, and a smelly figure crawled out of it.

He was covered in stains, with coagulated blood mixed with sewage, and he looked like he had just crawled out of a septic tank.

"Damn, you almost suffocated me to death!"

Inside the fully enclosed helmet, Gat Vincent was breathing heavily, and the wound on his arm was aching slightly. He quickly took out the first aid kit, wiped off the dirt on his body with gauze, and then treated the wound with disinfectant and bandaged it.

Gat breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the coolness and pain relief from the wound.

It shouldn't be infected.

When he thought of the painful experience he had just had, his heart was filled with hatred and anger, and he gritted his teeth.

"Lermontov family, just wait. I will take revenge on you one day!"

Gart Vincent was one of the family members who were purged in the great purge at the Spire. He had no idea that the elders in the family were plotting to seize power. It can be said that he was a sucker for being involved in the power struggle.

Gat, who had escaped by chance, was extremely grateful that he was keen on hunting for nobles and had mastered a secret passage leading to the bottom nest. It was with the help of this secret passage that he was able to escape to the bottom nest without any danger under the siege of the law enforcement team and gangs.

Gat felt it was very ironic. He never expected that his hobby, which was usually regarded as "unproductive" by the family elders, saved his life at the critical moment.

From being a high-ranking aristocrat at the top of the tower, he became a wanted criminal hated by everyone. His family was slaughtered, and his wealth and power were taken away. With such deep hatred, Gat was determined to take revenge.

He knew that some nobles, like himself, had escaped the purge and hid in the Underhive.

There are also many rebels in the bottom nest who hate the planetary governor.

Gat plans to recover from his injuries, and after gaining a foothold in the bottom nest, he will unite with these people and take back what belongs to him!

He planned to find a reliable "old friend" who would never stand on the side of the Governor's family.

But before that, he had to find a way to get out of this dangerous pipeline area where all kinds of monsters and beasts were lurking.

Although he often came to the bottom nest, the bottom nest often collapsed, and the terrain and passages were constantly changing. Gat was not sure whether the passage he had explored before was safe, so he could only pray for the blessing of the Emperor of God.

“Hiss…squeak…squeak…”

A faint rustling sound like insects crawling came from the dark and lightless pipe, and Gat's face turned black.

Obviously, the Emperor of God did not bless him.

Six hours later.

In a collapsed area somewhere in the Bottom Nest, in a collapsed room covered in dust that no one had set foot in for several years, a power sword emitting blue light suddenly pierced through the wall.

The power sword slid on the wall made of metal and concrete, making a harsh friction sound. After cutting a circle with difficulty, a figure broke through the wall and fell out of the gap.

The man was covered in blood and couldn't even stand steadily, obviously seriously injured. But after rushing out, he still endured the severe pain, pulled out a high-explosive grenade, and threw it into the gap.

boom!

The powerful explosion blew the man away, and the gap collapsed due to the explosion, burying him along with some strange roars.

After the loud bang, the area became completely quiet. After lying on the ground for a long time, the man who was blown away slowly and laboriously climbed up, covering his abdomen with his broken power armor, and staggered outside.

Blood continued to drip from the wound in his abdomen like a leaky faucet, leaving a glaring trail on the ground.

Maybe his injuries were too severe, as the man in black armor fell to the ground in a mess after only taking a few steps.

Can't even hold a weapon.

He struggled and tried to crawl forward a few meters, but finally all his strength was gone and he collapsed completely, unable to move.

He just lay there quietly in a pool of blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

This forgotten, abandoned area was silent, with only a few dim, old thermal lamps dimly illuminating the quiet area.

After more than ten minutes, a thin figure suddenly appeared in the area stealthily, exploring carefully and searching for useful items in the ruins.

Judging from the slender and short body and the twig-like arms sticking out from the tattered black robe, it can be seen that this is a half-grown child.

He seemed to be quite familiar with the area, searching the ruins quickly, carefully avoiding fragile areas that could collapse at any time.

Some intact electronic components and equipment were found from the pile of wreckage.

Suddenly, the child in black robe was stunned and stopped.

He saw a dark corpse lying on the ground in the darkness and smelled the fresh and rich smell of blood.

After hesitating for a moment, the desire for profit overcame the fear of the unknown. After observing and confirming that there was no danger around, the child approached the body cautiously.

When he saw the exquisite and smooth power armor worn by the corpse, a fiery light bloomed in the child's sunken eye sockets.

After quietly observing the situation for a few minutes and making sure there was no danger, the child mustered up the courage to act.

He did not touch the corpse, but tiptoed over silently to pick up the bloody power sword.

"This thing will definitely sell for a good price..."

The child looked at the gleaming sword and muttered softly.

Just as he was about to run away, his calf was suddenly clamped firmly by an iron hand.

The child was startled and almost cried out, and subconsciously raised the power sword to chop someone - but he was too weak and the sword was too heavy, so he couldn't lift it all at once.

When he looked down, he saw that it was the corpse in black power armor that came back to life.

A weak male voice came from beneath the corpse's helmet.

"Save... help me..."

After saying this, his hand loosened and the man fell unconscious again.

The black-robed kid nervously grasped the power sword with both hands, wanting to use it to kill the man of unknown origin, but after gritting his teeth and hesitating for a long time, he finally put the sword down.

"It's my bad luck..."

The black-robed kid thought about it, hid his power sword, and quickly ran out, leaving the collapsed area through a narrow secret passage that was only wide enough for a child to crawl through.

More than ten minutes later, he ran back, carrying a rag bag, and returned to the unconscious man.

The child used a crowbar to turn the man over with his abdomen facing up, then took out a knife, scissors, an oil lamp, and needle and thread from his rag bag and skillfully helped the man treat the wound on his abdomen.

He cleaned up the fragments and sewed up the skin and flesh with skillful movements. He must have done this many times.

After the wound is stitched, pour homemade ointment from the bottle and jar and apply it to the wound. That's it.

"worn out……"

Wiping the sweat off his head, the child panted and sat down to rest, muttering, "You're lucky to meet me."

[If it were anyone else, they would have eaten you up and crushed your bones to extract the oil.]

The child took out a black cake from his pocket and ate it with a pot of dirty, smelly water. He hid nearby and waited for the man in black armor to wake up.