Son of the Tower

Chapter 1 Rainy Night
Under the neon lights of rainy nights, floating advertising robots are selling their owners' products to passers-by, and floating cars whizzed by on the street.

In the alley at the bottom of the steel jungle formed by huge man-made buildings, the young child is looking at the advertisement on the huge advertising board. The delicious venison on it seems to overflow the screen, but the child's stomach is growling. Call.

The clothes on his body looked dirty. In the corner that could shelter from the wind and rain, the child looked at the plastic album in his hand. On it, there was a daily life of father and child laughing.

Wiping the dust off the photo album as best he could with his hands, the child put it solemnly in his satchel.

·Next is the midnight news at 24 o'clock...

In the far window, on the huge floor-to-ceiling TV, the host who is well known in this city is smiling.

And the child walked into the rain without hesitation, and the child who appeared under the light had big animal ears on both ends of his head and a big tail behind him.

He crossed the deserted street, climbed over the fence in the middle of the road, jumped over the water-logged road, trotted to the trash can, opened the lid, and stretched out his hand while looking at the fully packaged bread bag inside.

In this good era, people no longer worry about the source of food. It is obviously the food of the day, but the bread that cannot be sold in time is just thrown away because of the change of taste and poor appearance.

Children often wait in the alley opposite, waiting for the store manager or clerk to throw the bread that needs to be disposed of into the trash can. This is his survival rule in the steel jungle.

Filling up his satchel, he took two of his favorite meat floss bags, came to the side where there was no rain, and tore off the wrappers. The child wolfed down some dry and hard bread until a lamp illuminated him.

Unable to see who was coming, holding the worn-out satchel stuffed with bread, he thought it was the manager of a nearby bakery who had come to chase away his child, turned and ran towards the dark alley.

With the blood of a leopard man, this child has enough eyes to see through the darkness. He ran in the gray alleys, jumped over the waterlogged area, carried his satchel on his back, turned around the corner, jumped up and stepped on the wall and ran away. After a few steps, he jumped over the pile of debris.

Speed ​​up, there is light behind you, and there is also the curse of being tripped.

When the child ran around the corner, he turned his head and glanced behind him. The light was a little far away, but it still allowed him to see the target clearly—someone was helping his companion, and the latter pointed here, as if he was still stubbornly choosing to chase him .

The young orc quickened his pace, and when he was running around the corner, his feet slipped suddenly, and he tripped over something unknown and shouldn't be here, and he rolled twice on the ground.

The child bumped his head against the wall, causing pain and confusion. He struggled to get up and put the scattered bread back into his satchel. Suddenly, the child heard footsteps behind him.

The child, whose vision was still a little blurry due to the fall of his head, just raised his head when he saw a figure standing at the other end of the alley.

·Found you, Mars.

The chuckle from the human figure directly entered the child's mind, and the whispers from the psionic energy made the child feel like falling into an ice cave. He looked behind him, and the duo who appeared at the corner didn't seem to notice the human figure in the dark. One pointed the flashlight in his hand at the child.

"You can really run, boy, how old are you, have you studied, and have a place to live...Damn it."

Under the illumination of the flashlight, the child whose vision was recovering also noticed the situation around him - one after another corpses fell in this alley, and the rain from the sky filled this alley with blood with.

· Extra people are annoying.

"Run!" The young child warned the duo, but in the next second, one of them who was pulling out his mobile phone was shot and fell down. The other turned around and wanted to escape, but a purple lightsaber passed through The rain nailed him to the wall.

"You can't protect yourself, but you still want to help others. As expected, you are the child of a sinking fish. Even if you are about to die, you still want to protect the innocent like your old ghost."

On the other side, a light came on, and there stood what looked to be a human of the Baldur type—his head with uplifting wings on either side.

The young child ran to the lightsaber, which flew back into its master's hand before he could grab the hilt.

"I didn't expect that you awakened your psychic powers while you were fleeing. It's really interesting. Maybe in time, you might become a master. It's a pity that you met me. You know, someone wants you to shut up forever." The man walked towards the young child, his scarlet electronic eyes flickering: "My customer paid a total of 200 million Thai Southern Standard Currency. With this money, I can go back to the Westland and buy a car on the outskirts of Fort Carter." The manor lives the life of a master, and I don't need to stain my hands with blood anymore... I'm sorry, child, happiness is more important than your life in my eyes."

As he walked, he raised the lightsaber in his hand.

Young children put their hands in satchels.

"Do you still have a weapon? Let me think about it. Is it a gun? Can you hold it with your hands?" The man had a smile on his face, but in the next second, his curiosity froze on his face. The attack forced him to turn sideways, and blocked the oncoming lightsaber with the lightsaber in his hand.

While blocking the blow and parrying the oncoming lightsaber, the man heard the sound of the firing pin hitting the primer—this was the last moment of his life.

The child standing in the rain held a small pistol in both hands, and fired all the bullets at the fallen man in one go, and then he pointed the pistol with the empty compartment at the corner where the flames were lit.

"Didn't your father tell you what it means to hang up an empty position?"

Under the firelight, the child saw a man with a lighter in his hand and a child hiding beside him.

He took two steps back because he saw that the man also had a gun in his hand.

"I'm your benefactor. Besides, I didn't point this thing at you." While speaking, the man coughed twice.

The child was silent for a while, and finally put down the gun in his hand - after reloading a clip.

"Suspiciousness is the way to survive. You are great, kid." The man covered his chest and cursed at this point, and as he got closer, the child also saw the man clearly—his body was full of injuries, and his left leg was even worse. It was twisted to a strange angle, and on his body, there were several open wounds made by sharp knives.

The child glanced at the alley again, and there were more than 20 corpses lying in disorder.

"I thought this place was very quiet, suitable for me to spend the last days of my life, or maybe my companions would follow the marks I left to find this place and save my life..." Although this man was covered with injuries, he looked When I got up, I couldn't die for a while: "I didn't expect that I would see such a big show."

"...Thank you." The young child finally squatted down: "But I can't help you, sir."

"I'm about to die, and you can't help me..." The man was silent for a while, in the midnight rain, the white mist he exhaled was a little hasty, like the bloodstains spreading along his legs: " By the way, maybe there is one thing you can help me with."

At this point, the man looked at the nervous child and took out a key card from his pocket: "This is the key card of my safe house in District [-], where are you taking my goddaughter, my companion I will come to you, and then you will hand over my goddaughter to them, and the safe house will be yours."

The child squatting in the rain and blood shook his head: "Sir, I'm just a child... From here to the ninth district, you need to cross the eleventh and tenth districts. Do you think I can take her there?"

"Why not, your enemy... Ah, I see, Dead Eye Group, the only ones you can offend in District 200 and District [-] are these mad dogs, but how did you get a reward of [-] million." The man said at the same time , while pulling out a cigarette case from his pocket with one hand.

"... You should have heard it too. They said my father was a bottom fish." The child replied after thinking for a while.

"I see, since your father is a bottom fish, why didn't you go to the police?" The man asked with a smile, and then he patted his head suddenly: "Yes, your father is a bottom fish, they are How do you know, your father wouldn't be so stupid as to report his family name, and you don't want to go to the police, the only fact is...they have them too, right?"

The child nodded with a wry smile.

"I'm one of you... boy, come on, let me help you one last time." The man pointed to his lightsaber: "Pick up my lightsaber, open the button on the tail, there is a small signal transmitter inside activate it with your psychic power, it will broadcast my last words on all channels, and then, a friend I knew back then will come to me at the first time, it must be faster than everyone else, don’t worry, he is Good man, you can leave by yourself, but watch him take this child anyway."

Mars walked into the rain, picked up the lightsaber from the ground, and activated the signal transmitter as the man said, then he returned to the man and handed him the lightsaber handle.

"This thing is useless to me... I'll give it to you." Having said that, the man slipped the key card into the hand of the girl beside him.

"...Thank you." The child said as he took out the signal transmitter and threw it away, then put the button back on.

And the man smiled and handed the gun on his lap upside down to the child.

"I have." The child shook his head.

"I know, but my mentor told me that it takes talent to become a psionic apprentice, but you only need to hold the sword to protect yourself and others..." Before he could finish speaking, the expression on the man's face froze, The bright world lit by lighters was once again engulfed in darkness.

The child looked at the smile on the man's face, and finally stretched out his hand and pulled out the pistol from the man's hand. After confirming that its safety was closed, he stuffed it into the satchel.

Then, he picked up the signal generator, and handed his free hand to the kid who looked younger than him.

"My name is Mars, and you, what's your name." He asked.

"...Xiao Chun." The child raised his head, his blood-stained face showed a determination not to lose to his peers.

"Let's get out of here," said the child.

"Aren't you going alone?" She asked curiously, the girl who had a pair of pointed ears that only elves could see in Mars' vision was puzzled.

"...He saved my life, I don't want to owe my benefactor any favors." The child turned his head when he said this.

He and she saw the lights in the far side of the alley, saw a group of policemen entering the scene with guns raised, and above their heads, two floating gunboats belonging to the police were descending.

Finally, an old man with white hair came in front of the two of them. He squatted in front of the man, reached out and rubbed his drooping head, and then looked at the two children.

"Can I still go?" he asked.

He nodded with her.

"Follow me." After finishing speaking, he turned and walked towards the floating gunboat that had descended to the surface. The mark of the Mobile Police North Headquarters on the hull was large and conspicuous.

Watching the hatch opening, the kid eventually pulls up his peers.

"Don't be afraid, we're saved." He smiled, stroking the wooden wrench on his thumb.

My father said that this is the lucky finger of the family. This is the first time Mars has seen this thing come true. I hope it is not a dream.

　Life is like a play, hope and despair walk together.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)