According to the game, pulse sensing should be used as much as possible at the commanding heights in order to perceive a wide range of situations.

Mercer did exactly that, and there were already onlookers at the bottom of the building, and even enthusiastic aunts and uncles were calling the police, saying that someone here couldn't think of jumping off the building.

Sure enough, the archetype wasn't a creature adapted to daylight operations.

Pulse Sensing is able to vaguely capture and translate the frequencies sent by those mobile phones, so he now knows that it will be at most five minutes before the building's security personnel will come up to the rooftop to check on the situation.

But it didn't matter, the person he was looking for had already been found.

With an easy vertical leap, Mercer plunged into the shadow side of the building, bouncing from curtain wall to curtain wall, spanning several streets in a few breaths. Similar to this kind of urban concrete environment, on the contrary, the prototype's powerful movement ability can be vividly reflected, if he wants to walk in a straight line through the city, he may not need half an hour.

What's even more different from the game is that now his control is able to ensure that the fragile glass does not break in the slightest. Unlike a few years ago, when walking through high-rise buildings was like a violent hurricane, there were rumors about 'footprint-like cracks in the glass of high-rise buildings'.

Now he is more like a shadow that would not attract attention even if he was seen.

About three or four minutes later, he stopped on the roof of an old residential building, and used pulse perception to sense the position of a few monitoring probes in the community for a while, and he approached from the monitoring blind spot openly, and then popped out a sharp claw to cut off the line connected to the monitoring.

After thinking about it carefully, he still took out his mobile phone and dialed back to the previous number.

"I need you to influence the surveillance footage - don't cover it up for me. Table 7 at the Bont Café. Someone will leave later, and you just have to go through all the footage of what you had with her today. ”

Eva didn't speak, but hung up after his last word fell.

But there is no doubt that she will do what he says.

Mercer hummed a little song, put away his phone, and returned to the roof of the old neighborhood.

A green creeper grows from the shady side of the building all the way to the roof, because this plant is harmless to the walls and buildings, so no one takes care of it, but the natural growth of many years adds a lot of grass and trees to the place and the coolness of late summer.

Pulse sensing spreads again, but the frequency changes quietly.

Fluctuations that are too high frequencies can only send back a very small number of unstable images, but Mercer does not need to know what is going on around him, but turns the probing function of pulse perception into a high-frequency signal generator.

Sipping coffee silently, Chen Wenwen, who was burning with firm confidence, suddenly felt a palpitation.

The bronzed coffee spoon that was unconsciously fiddling with it shuddered and fell into the small porcelain cup, splashing in circles of hazel ripples.

"Wenwen, you...... It doesn't matter, right? ”

I thought I was too excited to be hit, and Sister Hua, who was already apologetic, was even more reluctant to go, not to mention that Chen Wenwen's face now looks no different from a clean white tile.

"It's okay, it's just ......"

The uneasy fluctuations spread all over her body again, and Chen Wenwen, who couldn't tell what it was like, frowned and looked at the sky outside the window.

Pain, she has also tasted a lot, but there is no such thing; Comfort, the feeling of being able to make people turn pale is not comfortable when you think about it. It was like an important part of the body had been touched and was constantly trembling.

Shivering with joy.

"I'm sorry, Sister Hua, I may be missing."

Chen Wenwen, whose face was cloudy, left her seat slightly rudely, and without waiting for Sister Hua to apologize again, she hurriedly checked out and pushed open the wooden-framed door with glass inlay, and quickly ran to a remote alley not far away.

What exactly?

She panted thinly on her knees, facing the red brick wall that was clearly a dead end.

Someone approached.

"Hello, beauty, do you have time to get to know you?"

A flirtatious voice came from behind, a rich second generation dressed in oily hair and pink face was parking a white Bentley Continental speeding at the exit of the alley, leaning against the open car door, his eyes clearly ill-intentioned.

“…… Spare you today. ”

Before the rich second generation could figure out what the weak beauty in front of him meant, a sound of breaking wind brushing his cheeks made his whole body freeze in place.

A pebble made a 2 cut in his face at a speed close to that of a bullet, and even the internal musculature could be seen. Then the aftermath continued unabated, shooting a spiderweb-shaped crack in the glass of his expensive car.

Before he cried out in pain, the shadow that was standing in front of the dead end had disappeared.

"Ghost, ghost, !!"

The sudden disappearance and the pain of the wound made the rich second generation sit on the ground and scream, wondering if he had done too many bad things recently.

The object of his previous tease had indifferently appeared on the wall nearly twenty meters away.

In normal times, it's not something that can be solved with a warning.

Chen Wenwen's eyes sank, and then she left the waste trouble that she didn't have to care about behind.

Feeling the strange call, she jumped up and grabbed the eaves of a bungalow, her soft and weak arms bursting with incredible strength, and she barely saw the time to charge, and she easily completed a one-handed pull-up, and jumped onto the roof by the inertia.

The black light seeds fluctuate violently.

Whether it was a fierce battle, a sport, or a mishandling error, she had never seen a fluctuation stronger than at this moment. She didn't even need to go out of her way to strengthen her muscle fibers, she was able to exert three or four times more strength than ordinary people with her overactive black light seeds.

But if there was anything that could have had such a huge impact on it, she couldn't imagine a second possibility other than that person.

The call continued, but something stood in her way.

Obviously, a moment ago, the roof was empty, only creepers exuding greenery, and discarded furniture that was piled up everywhere.

It's hard to describe what kind of creature the sudden golden figure in front of you is, but it's undoubtedly exactly like itself.

Chen Wenwen's galloping footsteps stopped, and she stared at the golden self in front of her with a wary expression—it really looked lifelike, so small that the details of her hair fluttering in the breeze could be clearly seen, and even the most advanced 3D projection technology would probably be difficult to achieve such a realistic effect.

Not to mention that it had now strode forward and launched a fierce attack with a knife.

Bowing her head to dodge this blow, Chen Wenwen did not doubt whether its attack was real, but reacted as if it was fighting, close to her, and her delicate fist brought up a terrifying wind pressure, imprinted on the virtual self.

Perhaps the simulated phantom was also experienced in combat, and at the cost of being hit in one hand, it struck her temple with a fist in the other. It is taboo to be greedy and reckless in fighting, according to common sense, the new force is not born and the old power is used to use the old one, and she should be unavoidable at such a close distance.

Needless to say, the fate of being hit hard in the temple is needless to say.

But in the next moment, her figure disappeared.

Using the black light seed in her body, which was almost boiling, she reached seven times the body essence of an ordinary person in an instant with all her strength, which was enough to completely get her out of her current predicament, and then went around to the back of the phantom and twisted its neck fiercely.

It's over?

The golden self came to naught with the killing move, but the strange call became stronger and stronger, so strong that Chen Wenwen had to go all out to regain control of the black light seed and force it to calm down.

A hand gently patted on the top of her head, helping her brush her loose strands of silky hair that had been scattered by the movement of the battle.

The breeze brings a fresh fragrance of plants and trees, as well as a familiar smell.

"Very good, it looks like you have a lot of ability."

Mercer's voice remained the same as before, except that his movements were gentle.

It's like a story that happened in a dream, just now it was a life-and-death struggle that was lost at the slightest mistake, but now it has turned into an old friend who hasn't seen each other for many years.

How can you suppress it now?

She rolled her eyes playfully, turned around with a hint of delight, and slammed headfirst into the familiar embrace, breathing in breath that had never been so close, and then wept silently.

(Haven't been in a good state lately?,Is it really a back-to-school syndrome?)

In addition, in the face of a dozen or so papers that were still blank, I was simply in a state of uproar. )

(l~1`x*>+``+