"The devil knows where I am, I look at the map, oh, the German business building in Hewu District. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info looks glamorous above, and the bottom is such a virtue? ”

"German businessman?"

Ronan remembered that this was in the information he had just gotten. It seems that the pursuit ability of the blast rock is not to be underestimated, and it is already very close to the ultimate goal.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right over."

Ink flew into the sky, weaving through the staggered buildings, Ronan's soul body riding the human-faced spider and following him.

The crow's flight speed was indeed too slow, and the human-faced spider didn't even use three points of strength to keep up with it, and Ronan didn't focus on flying at all, but used the panoramic picture of mental sensing to observe this dark place that has been known for a long time, but has never set foot in.

The cloudy night of the recovery layer gave him a subtle feeling. At least, he didn't have much experience of flying in the night sky, but rather like he was swimming in the current. And, as time passes, the panoramic picture cuts through some of the deepest things in this area and presents them in front of you, so that this feeling continues to deepen and alienate:

It's not just water, it's sewage!

Everything presented in the panorama is too complicated to be analyzed one by one, but those things that are roughly swept away, such as gangs, prostitutes, drug dealers, casinos, and the violence, lust, greed, and numbness that are abstracted from them, are intertwined and mixed together, forming countless chaotic and dirty colors, which are splashed over the head and face.

All of this converged into a roaring turbid current that washed over the entire recovery layer and into the raging tide of emotions that flooded the entire summer city—after all, it was just a tributary, and at best it was dirtier.

In this environment, the human-faced spider is very comfortable, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as "like a fish in water". But soon Ronan discovered that the human-faced spider was wandering in the turbid current of emotions, but he was a little "lost in appetite".

Aren't these filthy negative emotions the food it craved the most? This guy has relied on similar things to grow and grow, but now, he has a lot of disdain.

Ronan attempts to communicate with the Human-Faced Spider, and his analysis of information about the Human-Faced Spider is far from complete. If you forcibly understand it, there are many ambiguities and confusions, and in the end, you can only confirm one point:

The human-faced spider has evolved to such an extent that its original food is no longer sufficient for its needs - after all, no fish survives by drinking water.

The evolution of the human-faced spider may be equivalent to the transition from "plankton" to "fish"?

Should he congratulate him?

Just when Ronan was using his brains for the problem of "human-faced spider feeding", the German Commercial Building was already in sight.

Bangyan had been waiting impatiently, and at this time he was standing on the protruding part of the outer wall of the tenth floor of the building, looking from afar, and when he saw the ink flying over, he waved excitedly from afar:

"Quick, quick, I'll find an entrance here."

The ink flapps its wings and looks for a landing site, so what's the time to wait for the rock explosion? He pointed to his shoulder: "Here, stay safe." ”

Ronan was not polite to him either, and gave the order to the ink, which fell directly on the shoulder of the blaster. Immediately, the two began to exchange their information.

"From the 30th floor of the building downwards, including the underground buildings, they are all hollow-shaped structures, divided into inside and outside, in fact, there is a layer of isolation area. Many of the buildings adjacent to the 'recycling floor' do just that. ”

While blasting the rock was waiting, he checked the information: "The quarantine area is a one-way passage, heavily guarded, and all permissions are locked, and if you want to enter the commercial area of the building from the 'recycling floor', there is no normal channel at all, and it is the same for anyone."

"Outside of the isolation layer, it's all gangsters. It was here that they opened up countless rat holes, not only in the Deshang Building, but also in several adjacent buildings, and there were many people living in them......"

Ronan listened to the chatter of the blasting rock, and also corresponded this part of the situation with the information he knew, organized his language, and said:

"According to the information I received, there is an underground fighting arena here in the German Merchant Building, and people often come here to participate in gambling fights, many of whom are big high-rollers who spend a lot of money...... Jack is the ace host and referee of the fighting ring, and possibly one of the bosses behind the scenes. ”

"Underground fighting?" Hearing the word "fighting", Bangyan immediately became interested, "Why haven't I heard of it?" I've been to almost all the fighting arenas in Summer City, public, private, legal, and illegal! ”

“…… Probably because this is a special session for minors. ”

The periphery of the quarantine area of the German Merchant Building, as Bangyan said, is dirty, messy, and dark, that is, Ronan, from the mouths of those gang members, has obtained a lot of useful information, coupled with the support of the panoramic image of mental induction, several transfers tend to advance, but it is more smooth than the gangsters entrenched here.

Blasting Rock was originally unfavorable for chasing Jack, so he held his stomach and wanted to vent. How did you think that as soon as Ronan arrived, he directly cheated to open the map, and when he came in, he only saw the gangster figures chasing and interspersed, but he could only eat ashes in the back, and he really encountered very few people, and his full strength was difficult to use.

He wasn't a fool either, and he could naturally sense that Ronan wasn't just using crows to scout, but had a higher level of perception at work.

"Obediently, your ability is not right! In terms of scope, even cat's eye is not so perverted......"

"Cat's eye?"

Ronan was still quite interested in the rebellious woman who suddenly appeared in her gestalt, anyway, the strength of the march was not very strong now, so he asked casually: "How much is her over-distance perception range?" ”

"Fifty to seventy meters of global perception; Spiritual perception, when the state is good, the limit record is 3,720 kilometers......"

"How much?" Ronan almost didn't wake up, "Are you talking about kilometers or meters?" ”

"It's just kilometers, yes." Blasting Rock laughed, "It's incredible, isn't it?" But this is the terrible thing about over-distance perception, as long as the feeling comes, it will not reason with you at all! I think back then, the most awesome thing that Maoyan did was to use super-sensory spiritual consciousness to guide a million-ton ground-penetrating nuclear warhead, and directly smash it into the underground lair of the aberrant species in the wilderness. ”

......" Ronan didn't know what to say for a while. He had been proud of the sensing range of his soul body before, but he immediately encountered a standard that could only be looked up.

But after thinking about it again, such a bull man actually entered his gestalt without any breath at this time, more or less influenced and restrained by him, and the feeling was very subtle.

Exploding Rock summed up there: "In a sense, the ability of the cat's eye should be the closest to the type of 'psychic', but it is not so mysterious, except for instability and powerlessness against the dark side, there are almost no other shortcomings. So, don't offend her, or she will be able to find you anywhere in the city and take advantage of your dreams...... Click! ”

made a movement to break his neck, Bangyan laughed again, and pinched the ink head with his hand: "You really have to be careful, I felt that day that she and you seemed to be inherently wrong...... Hey, there's no way? ”

There was a dead end in front of it, and at the end was a white wall, knocked on the blasted rock, solid, and embedded with steel plates.