"Let's go ahead and be a driver for free today. Later you can treat me to a treat or tell my fortune or something."
“…can psychics tell fortunes?”
"Calculate where your enemy is and ask about the goddess's location. This also changes your destiny. Why isn't it called fortune telling?"
Bao Yan grinned widely and looked at Mo Mo's serious look under the car window. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pinch the back of Mo Mo's neck: "Hey, do you also feel like your head is being touched?"
Ronan would not tell him that Mo Mo was just a pretense to coax you, so he simply replied:
"Don't make trouble... Huh?"
The mental induction that covered all directions was inexplicably triggered. On the blue business car in front, the window clearly opened a gap. It seemed like something popped out. It was very small and very fast. It almost instantly connected with the vehicle behind it. "impact".
Then, the induction became intermittent.
Baohu Off-Road and Blue Business were separated by two cars, and the induction was interrupted twice. When it reappeared, it was already Baohu's hood.
Ronan's mental induction has always had resolution problems, and this time was no exception. He only vaguely sensed that it was a very tiny beetle-like object, which seemed to have penetrated the two cars in the middle, and then pounced on Baohu. Off-road.
Then, the feeling was completely lost.
At this time, the four windows of the off-road vehicle were raised together, forming a closed space. Without the howling wind and roar of heavy metal from the outside world, it would seem much harsher.
Baoyan was slightly startled and snapped his fingers: "Open the window!"
The voice control command was issued, but the on-board brain did not respond at all. Not only that, the vehicle also began to slow down and send out a turn signal.
Ronan's warning cuts right in: "Be careful, there's something..."
"Holy crap, I'm possessed by evil spirits!"
Baoyan cursed almost at the same time, but quickly calmed down. In the next few seconds, he tried hand control, voice control, etc., but to no avail.
The windows couldn't be opened, the speed couldn't be changed, and the sound of the stereo couldn't even be adjusted.
The on-board brain firmly controls the Baohu off-road. At the next turning area, it cuts into the downward track, circles around the skyscraper, and spirals down.
"Is it a virus?" Baoyan judged.
"No, it's like a mechanical insect." Ronan said his observation.
"Anyway, someone is controlling it from a distance." Baoyan came up with the most reasonable explanation and then concluded:
"We've been discovered."
At this time, no one except Baoyan and Ronan could tell that the on-board intelligence of this arrogant and domineering military-reformed Baohu was out of control. The off-road vehicle always followed the rolling traffic with a very stable posture, but it was getting further and further away from the target it was tracking before.
At this time, Explosive Rock and Ink were imprisoned in this closed space, and they didn't know where they would be taken.
Baoyan stopped all attempts to regain control. He glanced at the changing environment outside the car. His eyes were shining with excitement, and the corners of his mouth were raised again. He turned to Mo Mo and said:
"It must have been discovered, but it was targeted at this car, so you can continue."
As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his elbow on the car window beside him. The strong bulletproof glass instantly exploded into cracks as fine as a spider web.
If you don't have enough intelligence, you have to resort to violence. Baoyan did this to his beloved car, but without blinking an eye, he reached over, tore off the nearly collapsed window glass, and threw it into the back seat of the car.
The other hand suddenly grabbed the ink, and regardless of how the bird struggled, he threw it out of the window: "Go and try your best!"
The ink was pushed dozens of meters away, just past the downward light track, and spread its wings in time to avoid the tragedy of being hit on the glass curtain wall of the building.
Ronan shouted through Liu Er: "What are you doing!"
"I want to know what they are doing!"
Bakuyan laughed boldly, and the previous boring attitude was gone, "You go and keep an eye on it first, keep in touch, and I'll see where they can take me!"
He reached out his hand from the broken car window and waved, and then the hoarse and violent roar sounded again: "Break your chest, embrace the tenderness of blood..."
The ink swirled in the neon light mist, and Ronan's soul body was suspended in the air at the center of its swirling and flying axis.
Two seconds ago, the blue business car carrying Yan Yongbo left his sensing range. In fact, if he really wanted to chase it, he could still catch up easily with the speed of his soul body flying across the air.
But what if I catch up? The anti-reconnaissance equipment on the commercial vehicle made Ronan wary. If he continues to follow him like this, without saying anything, and exposing his identity and ability, it will really be fatal.
Ronan's thoughts changed rapidly, and he made a decision in the blink of an eye.
Explosive Rock is obviously more worthy of attention. People took the initiative to help, but at this time the vehicle lost control and they were in danger. They did not help and felt uneasy.
Also, that "mechanical bug" made Ronan quite concerned.
The soul body suddenly descended, carrying ink, chasing Baohu off-road.
Baohu Cross Country maintains a stable speed and the same direction. After changing tracks and switching traffic levels twice, the vehicle continued to descend. Its aggressive body continued to parallel and intersect with multiple low-altitude buses, and plunged into the suddenly darkened area.
Penetrating the dividing line between light and dark, in people's senses, the hustle and bustle of the metropolis is suddenly separated by a layer. Even the turbulent heavy metal in the car seems to add a layer of manic and depressive emotions.
The car lights cut through the outer walls of the surrounding buildings, and the damaged outer walls and messy graffiti, including some suspicious black and red colors, came together one after another.
"Recycling layer..."
Due to the phototaxis of organisms, people always yearn for areas with fresh air and sunshine, especially in the prosperous areas of the city center, where skyscrapers are densely packed, mid- and low-altitude transportation networks extend in all directions, and urban residents come and go, sometimes not for several years. Really put your feet on the ground.
A low-altitude bus that is thirty meters above the ground is already the limit for most people to go down.
The "high-altitude tribe" also got its name from this.
The problem is that as a huge city with a population of 200 million, Xia City has never been qualified to waste space. Among the 200 million people, it is inevitable that some people will have to survive in the dark and humid space below.
There is no doubt that this is a slum in a contemporary city, a "recycling floor" that specializes in dealing with urban garbage. To a certain extent, it is also a lawless place where gangs gather.
When the Baohu off-road roared and rushed down from the upper area, it almost instantly attracted the attention of a large number of "professionals" in this dark space.
A sharp whistle sounded,
Between the buildings, in the ever-narrowing alleys, one after another high-power modified motorcycles started and sped. People on the vehicles of various shapes, waving ferocious goads, chains, and of course, firearms, were pointing into the air. The off-road vehicles still moving along the light track roared and cursed.
At the same time, we are also looking forward to:
You know, the multiple light tracks on the recycling floor are all broken!