Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

Bertin turned and left. His tears had long since dried up, and now only hot blood could flow out.

Life is the cruelest teacher, and it taught Bertin how to hide his emotions.

Just as Teacher Wop had repeatedly warned him, before he stabbed the opponent with the knife, he must never let anyone see the anger burning in his eyes.

"Everyone assemble!"

The Black Tower's gate burst open, and the overseers brandished whips and electric batons to drive the crowd away. "The supervisor is so merciful that he wants to treat you maggots! Why don't you kneel down and express your gratitude?"

Bertin lowered his head and merged into the crowd. He had learned how to hide.

Corax was right, passion alone won't get you anywhere.

Although the strike has ended, the real struggle has just begun.

In order to achieve ultimate victory, they must learn to hide their edge and show an unprecedented degree of obedience in front of the supervisor.

This superficial obedience is not surrender, but a necessary disguise to accumulate strength.

They would use their docile appearance to lull the overseers' vigilance until the moment the trumpet of uprising was sounded.

"Patience, Bertin!"

He chewed over the word in his heart, as if he wanted to carve it into his bones.

When it was Bertin's turn, the overseer's rough hands gripped his wrist like a pair of pliers and slowly pushed the cold needle into his arm.

Bertin's muscles instinctively tensed, but he forced himself to relax and keep his breathing steady.

"What is this?" His voice was just the right amount of confusion, as if he was just a curious teenager.

"A vaccine to prevent the spread of disease." The overseer stared at him with a cold look. "This is a gift specially granted to you, a bunch of untouchables, by the supervisor!"

The moment the cold liquid was injected into his blood vessels, Bertin felt an unusual chill.

He didn't believe the overseers would be so kind as to give them medical care, let alone waste vaccines on slaves.

So what exactly did they inject?

poison?

It is easy to kill people with poison, but if they are all poisoned to death, how will the supervisor report to his superiors?

Bertin stared at the eye of the needle, waiting quietly for the poison to take effect.

Time passed by minute by minute, but the expected pain had not yet arrived.

If it wasn't poison, what did they inject? It couldn't be water, could it?

……

In the third week after the strike, the heads of each jurisdiction gathered at the base.

Except for Erin in the eighth district, almost all the other seats were replaced by younger, fresher faces.

They didn't know each other, but they saw that familiar fire in each other's eyes.

Unity never broke down.

Beltane: "Uncle Erin, where is Corax?"

"I am always here."

Corax's figure emerged from the shadows, and no one knew how long he had been there.

Beltane was about to ask for details of the uprising plan when Corax suddenly spoke coldly from the shadows: "One of you is being followed."

Bertin's muscles tensed instantly, and his eyes glanced vigilantly at everyone around him.

They had come to the base so many times without incident, so why were they suddenly being followed this time?

Is there a traitor among them? Who is it?

"Not a traitor." Corax glanced at the group. "Think carefully about what the Overseers have done to you. They must be tracking you down in some way."

A terrible guess suddenly emerged in Bertin's mind, and his throat tightened: "Did the supervisor give you the vaccine?"

Erin: "What vaccine?"

Bertin lifted his sleeve, revealing the needle hole on his arm, and squeezed out a voice with difficulty:

"They gave me a vaccine that I initially thought was poison."

Others also rolled up their sleeves and exposed their arms.

In addition to Bertin, two other people had the same needle holes on their arms.

"It seems you are exposed."

The blood drained from Bertin's face in an instant, turning it pale as paper.

But Corax did not blame them. This was not a subjective betrayal. They didn't even know what they had been injected with.

The overseers did not vaccinate all precincts, but only those they had suspected targets.

Even within their jurisdiction, it was impossible for the overseers to give everyone a "vaccine." Beltane must have been targeted by the overseers because his behavior was too conspicuous.

Since the overseers had targeted the three Bertins, this tracking was no simple surveillance, but a long-planned encirclement and suppression. If they were completely annihilated, the newly ignited spark of revolution would be extinguished in blood before it could spread.

Bertan gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry about us. I know where the explosives are hidden. We will stay here and die with them!"

"Calm down. It's not time for you to sacrifice yourself yet." Corax quickly glanced at everyone. "Except for those three, everyone else should evacuate immediately in groups, taking different routes. They won't be able to track the others. There's still time. We'll meet up at Base Two next week."

Erin: "What about you?"

"I stayed."

Corax's voice was like a calm lake, but everyone present felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

Erin said nothing, but silently followed the others into the deep tunnel.

Bertin asked, "What shall we do?"

"Go get the explosives." Corax's hoarse, low voice made Beltane's heart tighten. "If I don't rejoin you before the overseer finds you, you will detonate the explosives."

Bertin lowered his jaw slightly and nodded lightly, because they had already put life and death aside.

……

Corax lurks in the shadows.

His brother calls himself the Lord of Midnight.

But he alone is the Lord of Shadows.

The glaring gunlight cut through the eternal darkness of the mine tunnel, and dust flew in the beam of light.

Hundreds of soldiers from the Second Battalion walked slowly with guns in hand, their gun barrels casting swaying shadows on the rock wall, like a giant steel python winding through the tunnel.

The captain lowered his tactical flashlight, and the beam cut a sharp line on the rock wall of the mine tunnel. "Sergeant, distance?"

The sergeant quickly scanned the Thinker's data. "One kilometer. They've been stuck there. Looks like we've finally found their lair. There's probably quite a few of them. What should we do?"

"Kill without mercy, leave no one alive." The captain's voice pierced the spine of every soldier like an icicle.

The light network composed of tactical gunlights systematically swept every corner of the mine tunnel. This tactical formation of 98 people advanced in a standard search formation, with the muzzles of their guns always pointing at the threat sector area. No shadow could escape their sight.

"There weren't even any perimeter guards. Their amateurism was really disappointing."

"Sergeant, stay focused!"

The sergeant slowly wiped the Thinker screen, a chuckle escaping his throat.

They were fully armed warriors, and the enemy was just a group of unarmed rabble.

The captain is too cautious. What kind of trouble could happen?

They really knew nothing about the intricate maze of tunnels underground, but technology perfectly filled this gap in knowledge.

No matter how winding the tunnels were, the Thinkers could display them in great detail on the screen, and their tracking signals remained fixed in place, leaving their prey completely unaware that they were being followed.

This tactical team of 63 people continued to advance in the deep tunnel. The sound of their tactical boots stepping on the rock formed a strange echo in the closed alley.

The sergeant said, "The air underground is so foul it makes me want to vomit. No wonder the overseers refuse to come here. When this mission is over, I'll go back and find a few slaves to exact revenge. Last time in the eighth district, I saw a pretty girl, especially her eyes."

"Don't forget your brothers when the time comes." The people around smiled knowingly.

"Okay, I'll leave some warm food for you. It's really not very good if it's cold."

"Sergeant!" The captain's shout exploded in the tunnel, but the sergeant didn't care about this stern warning that was not painful at all.

Although his military rank is not high, his status is no lower than that of a captain.

The entire passage was empty, and only their own breathing could be clearly heard in the darkness.

At some point, the sergeant, who always loved to joke around, suddenly stopped smiling and a hint of alertness flashed in his eyes.

"I feel like something's not right."

"Are there enemies?" The captain stopped suddenly, and the gunlight illuminated the darkness ahead, where there was nothing.

Sergeant: "Why are our footsteps getting quieter and quieter? Like a guilty thief, but they're clearly the thieves!"

The captain's eyes suddenly turned cold. "If you make such a joke again, you'll be kicked out of the Second Battalion!"

The sergeant shrugged, completely unconcerned. He could just leave. He wasn't going to stay in the Second Battalion for long anyway, and this time he was just here to make some money.

A team of twenty people marched silently forward in the dark tunnel. The sergeant at the front suddenly raised his hand and clenched his fist, and the entire team froze.

Sergeant: "I feel like something's not right."

"Are you kidding me?"

"This is no joke." The sergeant stared intently at the data flashing on the tactical screen. The cold light of the display screen cast a pale green on his face. "The auspicious instrument shows that there are only three people ahead!"

The captain's breathing suddenly stopped. The targets implanted with nanorobots were also three people, and the scan of the auspicious instrument also showed three people.

So where did the others go?

Isn't this their lair?

"There's an ambush, be alert!" The captain looked back and his roar exploded in the tunnel.

Sergeant: "The others must have run away. They don't dare to ambush us!"

"Shut up, you idiot!" the captain cursed angrily. He turned around suddenly, and the dull sound of the butt of the gun hitting his shoulder and the crisp metallic sound of pulling the trigger burst out almost at the same time.

The crimson gunfire instantly tore through the darkness, illuminating the tunnel behind.

The sergeant turned around and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

The team originally had hundreds of people, but now only eight beams of light were left swaying in the tunnel!

They fired at the same time, but there was nothing in the darkness and they hit nothing.

The sergeant's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and a trembling voice came from under the breathing mask, "Could they have lost us?"

"Shut up!" the captain yelled at him.

Eight gunlights trembled nervously in the darkness, like frightened beasts baring their fangs in an attempt to scare the enemy.

"boom!"

Suddenly a gunshot rang out in the tunnel, like a stone hitting stagnant water.

The other four men reflexively turned their guns, and a dozen bullets and lasers instantly formed a web of fire that lashed out into the darkness. The bullets gouged sparks on the wall, but nothing else.

They were like prey trapped in the shadows, firing wildly at hunters who didn't exist at all.

"Snapped!"

The sergeant stumbled back, his boots hitting the falling flashlight with a hollow thud. The beam pointed feebly at the wall, illuminating the still-dry blood.

The sergeant's pupils suddenly dilated and a twisted whimper came out of his throat, but a big hand suddenly covered his mouth and nose from behind.

Corax was always there, half-melted in the shadows, a forgotten figure no one remembered.

"boom!"

Corax slit the sergeant's throat with a knife and snatched his pistol. Three crisp gunshots exploded in the confined space. The laser accurately pierced the eyebrows of the remaining three people, and the blood spurting out of their throats drew an arc in the darkness.

The dying sergeant twitched all over, the Thinker screen on his arm still flickered, showing the three red dots that had never moved.

Corax took a quick look and confirmed that the nanorobots in Beltane's body could only track but not monitor, so there was no risk of the uprising plan being exposed.

Corax suddenly stopped moving and said in a voice so soft that it seemed as if he was talking to himself, "How does it compare to my brother?"

Wop said truthfully, "You are almost exactly the same now."