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Twenty-eight hours later, the results of the slave children's potential test came in. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThis article is provided by. 520。 The first results are very gratifying, among the 180,000 little slaves, the first stimulation test determined that there are as many as five people with superpower potential, three first-level potentials, and one second-level potential, especially the little slave awakened in the black hole excitation, and finally determined that his potential can reach level five, which is an out-and-out good qualification. But correspondingly, there are also 47,000 children who are permanently judged to have no potential and no longer have any value in nurturing and inspiring. For the time being, there are more than 130,000 potential that cannot be determined.

The report was delivered to Hawkins' desk, and Hawkins flipped directly to the part where the potential of the 130,000 people could not be determined, picked up the pen and sketched out more than a thousand numbered little slaves on it in one breath.

"According to this list of priorities for the new training camp, it will be sent to them before the official handover," Hawkins told his female special assistant, "These children deserve their attention." But again, I can't guarantee that there are no omissions among the children who are not circled, and I can't guarantee that the children who are circled will definitely break through. All I can say is that they have a higher probability of a breakthrough. ”

Hawkins was a beautiful woman who often held a slender cane that was popular among female assistant secretaries of the era. She tucked her cane under her arm, took the report from the circle, and then told her superior, "All the little slaves have been assembled, and you can go now." ”

Hawkins nodded, took two puffs of his cigarette, screwed out half of the cigarette butt on the crystal glass jar, and then stood up: "Let's go." ”

In the central hall of the spaceship, 180,000 little slaves stood up in the training square on more than a dozen floors. The 47,000 slave children who had been judged to have no potential had been separated from their respective ranks and gathered on the first floor of the plaza near the left side of the rostrum. The five children, who had discovered their potential, were taken to the seats on the right side of the rostrum to wait alone, accompanied by the beautiful female clerk and the senior officers of the spaceship guards. The rest of the slave children were thrown in line with their original formation, occupying most of the rest of the square, and their queues looked much thinner than usual because they were suddenly much less crowded.

The atmosphere in the training hall was solemn, the black hole of the cannon muzzle sticking out from the four walls, pointing at the children's heads, and the armed guard army with loaded guns set up a cordon along the hall - although under the compression of the crowd of 180,000 people, only a thin layer of the guard encirclement of several thousand people remained, but the awe-inspiring murderous aura exuded by these professional soldiers crushed the rookie scouts, who were overwhelmingly numerous, to the point that there was not even a slag left.

The slave children in the queue were uneasy, terrified not only by the loaded guns, but also by the familiar faces who had disappeared from the queue. No one specifically told them the results of the potential test, but even with the most primitive instincts and the most naïve intuition, these children knew that here they were now divided into two categories - no, three!

There are very few human beings in this category, who are the darlings of fate. There are not many of them, and they are those who are spurned by fate. And they are the majority that are left. The darling of fate is already high above their heads, and the outcast of fate now stands pitifully there, waiting for what is not destined to be a happy ending. And they are ignorant and confused, and they don't know where their unknown road ahead is.

Hawkins appeared on the podium. "Applaud, little angels," he began with a loud voice, "and I tell you that there are five of you who have been favored by fate and chosen by the God of the universe to be His glorious people. ”

There was a sparse round of applause, and then it quickly became enthusiastic and enthusiastic under the eager and encouraging gazes of the administrators and coaches. The children clapped their hands desperately, and their little faces turned red.

Hawkins pressed his hand, and when the applause had subsided, he said to the female assistant in a voice that everyone could hear: "Now bring our glorious new electorate, Miss Evlinda, and let me know them." ”

"It won't be long before they become qualified superpowers," he said. I'm going to toast them with a glass of wine. ”

The soldiers of the guard took the five lucky ones to the rostrum. There were three men and two women, all with expressions of surprise and excitement on their faces, lined up in the center of the stage. Hawkins's female assistant had already poured red wine in the goblet, and each of them gave them a glass. Hawkins also picked up a glass of wine, walked up to the first boy on the left, and tapped his glass: "Combat is a first-class potential, sir, I have to say that there will only be one in a million ordinary people, and you are the first millionth of a human race." ”

"Well, the growth system, that's pretty good. When you enter the universe in the future, you will find that it is far more useful to build than to destroy. ”

"Could it be a healing system? Oh, another combat department. There are more and more women in the battle department, and sooner or later you will rule the universe. I'm bullish on you, chick. ”

"You're actually a wisdom department - you can break through to the second level of wisdom department, miss, you will become a big man in the future!"

Hawkins passed several children in turn, clinking glasses with them, and finally stood in front of the fifth-level potential person who had broken through in the black hole. He was a boy, ten years old, with curly red hair and a few freckles on the bridge of his fair nose.

"Look, young master. Hawkins looked at the boy and exclaimed, "It's the work of the gods of the universe." ”

"I have to say, I have been working on this ship for almost twenty years, and I was able to break through the awakening at this time, and the potential is still intermediate, there was only one eight years ago. And his potential is only level four, and you are level five," he clinked glasses with the boy and looked at him in admiration.

"What's your name?" he asked.

The boy's eyes gleamed with excitement, his face flushed, and his voice staccato with excitement. He said, "Benjamin, sir, my name is Benjamin." ”

"Benjamin......" Hawkins nodded, then lifted up and kicked the boy in the stomach.

The boy was kicked into the air, let out a scream, and landed on all fours on the floor a few meters away. Hawkins strode over and stepped on his neck as soon as he lifted his foot. The boy named Benjamin was trampled and distorted with his face pressed against the floor, his limbs curled up on the ground, his hips bulging high, his robe slid to his shoulders, revealing his thin ribs and white two buttocks.

"Wow!" The wine from Hawkins' cup spilled onto the boy's bare buttocks, and immediately, a stamp and a series of characters appeared on the flaps of his buttocks. ”

"Your name is not Benjamin, your name is 4014y10bn1793p10980041," Hawkins condescendingly glanced at the line of characters, "your name is 4014y10bn1793p10980041." ”

The central hall, which was filled with 180,000 people, was silent, and the slave children were frightened and their eyes widened in horror. However, Hawkins was unaware of it, and stepped on the boy and reached out to his female assistant, Eplinda. Evlinda then handed her cane to her boss.

Hawkins used the tip of his cane to poke the circular stamp on the boy's half of the hips: "The family crest of the Gordon family, this stamp means that you are the private slave of the Gordon family." Always, children and grandchildren!"

The cane went down, and the sharp tip of a needle slashed through the boy's buttocks/slit and poked at the other half of his buttocks: "This string of characters is your slave number, which is your name. The tip of the cane drew a circle on the boy's hips: "4013 represents the year you were bought, Y10 is your age when you bought, BN1793 is your lot number, P is your superpower, and 10980041 is your sequence number." ”

"All this says to the fact that you are a slave. If you don't awaken your superpowers, you're a slave, the property of your master. And if you awaken your superpowers, you're a slave, a dog of your master!" Hawkins pumped the boy's ass, "Wagging your tail, 041, the master likes to see you wagging your tail and begging for mercy." ”

The boy stiffened, lying on the ground unable to move, and he was frightened.

"Shake it!" Hawkins scolded, the tip of his cane fiddling contemptuously with the boy's ass, "must I put a tail on you here so you can find out where your tail is, and then wag it?"

The sharp tip poked into the boy's ass, and the coldness made him shiver. Then he jerked violently, as if he had been terribly frightened, and hurriedly twisted his ass.

But he was immediately reprimanded harshly: "Shake it badly!

Hawkins pulled out his cane and held it with both hands, the body of the cane like a slender straight whip, crackling and whipping on the boy's bare ass: "Shake your ass, fool, make your tail wag." How can a dog not wag its tail?"

The boy had tears in his eyes and shook his hips awkwardly.

"Go on! Shake hard! Let the master see you wagging your tail merrily at him! The master's eyes are everywhere, and he is now looking at you. If you shake it to the pleasure of your master, he may reward you with a whip. If you shake it so much that the master hates it, the master will reward you with two whips. ”

The cane that fell like a storm slammed into the boy's body, and the energy was suppressed to death, and he was trampled under his feet and had no power to resist, only to swing his ass desperately. After more than ten minutes of suffering, Hawkins finally spared him.

"It's finally like that......"

He withdrew his foot, which had stepped on the boy's neck, and commanded graciously, "Climb down, climb out of the middle way, and tell everyone that you are a dog that wags its tail." There's no place to use you here for the time being, you can go down. ”

The boy's face was still pressed to the ground and he didn't dare to lift it, he was completely crushed by the subjugation. In his body, all the ecstasy of superpower awakening, the excitement of changing fate was crushed into dust. His heart thought nothing but obedience, awe, and fear. He trembled and climbed down the rostrum, and crawled slowly down the central road through the queue of slave children to the gate under the gaze of 180,000 pairs of eyes.

"Hold on to the hem of your clothes," Hawkins reminded him in the back, "and don't forget to wag your tail." ”

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