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“…… Can psychics tell fortunes? ”

"Where is the enemy, ask the location of the goddess, this is also to change fate, why not call it fortune telling?"

Bangyan grinned, looked at the serious appearance of the ink under the car window, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch the back of the ink's neck: "Hey, do you feel like you're being touched." ”

Ronan won't tell him that the ink is just a cover to coax you, and replied simply:

"Don't make a fuss...... Hey? ”

On the blue business vehicle in front, the window obviously opened a gap, as if something popped out, very small, and the speed was very fast, almost instantaneously "impacting" with the vehicle behind.

Then, the induction becomes intermittent.

The Tiger off-road is separated from the blue business by two cars, and the induction is also intermittent twice, and when it reappears, it is already the front cover of the Tiger's engine.

Ronan's mental induction has always had the problem of resolution, and this time is no exception, he only vaguely sensed that it was a very small beetle-like object, which seemed to run through the middle two cars in a row, and then pounced on the Tyrant Off-road.

Then, the induction is completely lost.

At this time, the windows of the off-road vehicle are raised on all four sides, forming an enclosed space. Without the roar of the outside world and the roar of heavy metals, it is much more harsh.

Bangyan was slightly stunned and snapped his fingers: "Open the window!" ”

The voice-activated command was given, but the on-board brain did not respond at all, not only that, but the vehicle also began to slow down and played a turn signal.

Ronan's warning cuts right in: "Be careful, something......"

"Damn, evil spirit!"

Blasting Rock sent out a curse almost at the same time, but quickly calmed down, and in the next few seconds, he tried all the methods of hand control, voice control, etc., but to no avail.

The windows won't open, the speed can't change, and the sound of the stereo can't be adjusted.

The on-board intelligent brain firmly controls the control of the Tyrant Tiger's off-road, and in the next steering area, it cuts into the downward track, circles around the skyscraper, and circles down.

"Is it a virus?" Rock explosion judgment.

"No, it's like a mechanical bug." Ronan voiced his observations.

"Anyway, someone is remotely manipulating." Rock Blasting came up with the most plausible explanation, and then concluded:

"We've been discovered."

At this time, except for Bangyan and Ronan, no one can see that this arrogant and domineering military reform tiger has lost control of the on-board intelligent brain. The off-road vehicle has always been very steady, moving with the rolling traffic, only getting farther and farther away from the target it was tracking.

At this time, the blasting rock and ink are equivalent to being imprisoned in this enclosed space, and they don't know where they will be taken.

Blasting stopped all attempts to regain control, and he scanned the ever-changing environment outside the car, his eyes flashing with excitement, and the corners of his mouth turned up again. He turned his head to the ink and said:

"It's definitely been discovered, but it's against this car, and you can go on."

As soon as the words fell, he elbowed him heavily and slammed it on the window on his side, and the strong bulletproof glass instantly exploded cracks as fine as spider webs.

If you don't have enough intelligence, you can make it up with violence. did this to his car, but without even blinking his eyes, he reached over, tore off the window glass that was on the verge of collapse, and threw it into the back seat of the car.

The other hand suddenly grabbed the ink, and no matter how much the bird struggled, he threw it straight out of the window: "Go, fight a little harder!" ”

The ink was forced out dozens of meters away, just to pass the downward light track, and spread its wings in time to avoid the tragedy of being smashed into the glass curtain wall of the building.

Ronan shouted through the six ears, "What are you doing! ”

"I want to know what they're up to!"

Burst Rock laughed heroically, and the previous boring gesture was swept away, "You go and keep an eye first, keep in touch, I'll see where they can take me!" ”

He leaned out of the broken car window, waved it, and then a hoarse and furious roar rang out again: "Beat your chest, embrace the tenderness of blood......"

The ink swirled in the neon mist, and Ronan's soul body was suspended in the air at the center of its spiraling and flying axis.

Two seconds ago, the blue business car carrying Yan Yongbo was out of 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 through the air.

But what about catching up? The anti-reconnaissance equipment on the commercial vehicle made Ronan vigilant. If he continues to follow him so hard, not to mention the grass and snakes, and exposing his identity and ability, it is really fatal.

Ronan's thoughts turned sharply, and in the blink of an eye, he had made up his mind.

Rock blasting is obviously more noteworthy. People took the initiative to help, but at this time, the vehicle was out of control, and they were in danger, so they didn't help, and they were uneasy.

Also, that "mechanical bug" made Ronan quite concerned.

The soul body suddenly descended, carrying the ink, chasing after the Tyrant Tiger.

The Tiger off-road maintains a steady pace and the direction is consistent. After changing the track twice and switching the traffic floor, the vehicle continued to go down, and the fierce and domineering body, in parallel and staggered with a number of low-altitude buses, plunged into the area that suddenly dimmed.

Penetrating the dividing line between light and darkness, in people's senses, the hustle and bustle of the metropolis is suddenly separated by a layer, and even the turbulent heavy metal in the car seems to render a layer of manic depression.

Headlights cut through the facades of the surrounding buildings, and the broken facades, the messy graffiti, including some suspicious black and red colors, all rolled in.

"Recycling Layer ......"

Due to the phototaxis of organisms, people will always yearn for areas with fresh air and sunshine, especially in the bustling areas of the city center, where skyscrapers are densely populated, and the low- and medium-altitude transportation network extends in all directions, and city dwellers are coming and going, sometimes for years without actually setting foot on the ground.

A low-altitude bus thirty meters above the ground is already the limit of most people's downhill.

Hence the name "High Altitude Clan".

The problem is that as a huge city with a population of 200 million, Summer City has never been qualified to waste space. Out of a population of 200 million, it is inevitable that there will be some people who will have to survive in the dark and damp space below.

There is no doubt that this is the slum of the modern city, a "recycling layer" dedicated to the disposal of municipal waste, and to some extent, a place outside the law where gangsters gather.

When the Tyrant Tiger roared and rushed down from the upper area, it almost instantly attracted the attention of a large number of "professionals" in this gloomy space.

A shrill whistling sound,

Between the buildings, in the narrowing alleys, one after another high-powered modified motorcycles started and galloped, and people of various shapes on the cars brandished hideous barbed sticks, chains, and, of course, firearms, whistling and swearing at the off-road vehicles that were still moving along the light tracks in mid-air.

At the same time, we are also looking forward to:

You must know that many of the light tracks in the recovery layer are broken!