The principle of the tracking talisman Sun Wukong is not clear, but he follows the way of the talisman left by the ancestor and draws the scoop according to the gourd. How effective it is, I haven't done anything before this.

Maybe it's similar to the earth's GPS positioning system, but he really can't find an analogy, so he can only make a random analogy based on his own cognition.

The power of yin and yang contained in the tracker is limited and will be lost over time. In other words, the tracker imprinted on the bull's-eye, if Sun Wukong does not act as a whole, will lose its effect for a certain period of time.

Lying on the hospital bed, just a thought, the original spirit has already come out.

As for the out-of-body spirit, he is now perfect, and he doesn't even need to pose or recite spells.

The sun is shining today, the sky is clear, and there are a few white clouds.

This kind of weather is very good for cultivation, but Sun Wukong is here, and he can't locate the location of the tracker, and the interference is too great. It's as if the compass is in a strong magnetic field and cannot effectively distinguish the direction.

As a result, the matter of tracking the bullseye can only wait until the evening.

"Jeremy, Jeremy......"

The Monkey King, who had just fallen asleep for a long time, opened his eyes and saw that it was Aunt Betsy calling himself.

"It's time for lunch." Betsy smiled and said, "I went to bed without breakfast, I'm very hungry, get up and wash up and have lunch." After having lunch, it's time to change the dressing. ”

Sun Wukong nodded and sat up from the bed, but he didn't expect that the muscles of his body, which had been full of giant power charms, became very stiff because of sleeping, and the tearing pain hit like a tide.

He frowned, raised his head, showed a slight smile, and asked, "How are John and Amanda, are they awake?" ”

Hearing Sun Wukong ask about the two of them, Betsy said happily: "They woke up earlier than you, and the doctor said that they are not in serious health, and they can be discharged as long as they pay attention to cultivation for a period of time." ”

The matter of John and Amanda is indeed as Betsy said, but the mental state is not very good, and it is a little sluggish.

If Betsy had wished, she would have liked to stay in the hospital for a while, at least until she had fully recovered before she was discharged. But the Justin Plan will not allow for any change, and every second in the hospital will be dangerous.

So once it was determined that there was no problem, after lunch, there was not even a break, and they were immediately discharged from the hospital. Then an RV came over and picked them up and took them to a private jet park.

"You'll fly direct to Costa Rica and then transfer to a very beautiful private resort island. You're going to be surprised and I'm sure you'll love it. ”

"Kids, we'll see you in a week, I love you."

Justin's smile was mysterious as he said goodbye. He didn't go with the private jet, but stayed in New York as he had previously stated.

Amid the humming exhaust, the plane gradually climbed.

Betsy, John, and Amanda reluctantly turned their heads and looked at Justin below.

The vacation had come too suddenly, and they had just been hit by a fatal attack last night, which made it hard for them to be happy. Everything in front of you hints at the helplessness of things.

Betsy is a full-time housewife, and Justin never talks to her about work. The case that forced them to leave New York for a while, Sun Wukong knew even more than Betsy.

The private jet was fully equipped and luxurious, and it was accompanied by a personal doctor and two nurses, whose duties were mainly to take care of John and Amanda. It was because of them that Justin was so relieved to let John and Amanda be discharged from the hospital early.

Although Justin is a well-known lawyer in New York, his financial conditions are far from enough to support such a luxurious private jet. From Sun Wukong, the person behind this private jet, guessed that although the case Justin took was not simple, it should not be unprepared.

As long as Justin has no concerns behind it, then this case involving many big people and big villains should be winnable. Perhaps in this, Sun Wukong has a little more confidence in Justin than Bessie.

By the time the plane landed at an unknown airport in Costa Rica, night had fallen.

At this time, it is impossible to transfer to the private resort island that Justin said would surprise them. Not to mention, after sitting for hours, Betsy and the others were already very tired.

After getting off the plane, Sun Wukong and the others soon lived in a suburban villa arranged by a housekeeper named Charlie, where they were going to rest for a night.

After a hasty dinner, and then under the pretext that he was not feeling well and needed to rest early, Sun Wukong returned to his room.

Theoretically, as long as you want, you can go anywhere, no matter how far away it is and how bad the environment is.

The distance between Costa Rica and the United States, to be precise, between New York and New York is not very far in a straight line. Taking Flushing's home as the destination, Sun Wukong's mind moved, and when he looked down again, he was now floating on a pile of ruins.

This pile of ruins is what was left of the burned house that had not yet had time to be cleaned up.

Glancing at the ruins that still smelled of it, Sun Wukong had no joy or sorrow, his divine thoughts extended out, and he sensed the tracking charm.

If he had to explain it with the poor physics he had learned, the tracker was imprinted on the target, and it would always emit a "signal" of a specific frequency, which the primordial spirit could receive and then locate the signal source.

The magic powers of the qiē exercises he knows are too "mysterious" and too "occult", and Sun Wukong, who does not know the principle of it, thinks so after learning a lot of knowledge of the natural sciences of the earth.

Knowing it but not knowing why, although he doesn't understand it, and he can't explain it clearly, this doesn't prevent him from making good use of it.

received, at four o'clock, the divine thought extended and only in an instant, Sun Wukong sensed the "signal" from the tracker.

"It should be this direction, this is still part of the Queens Region, it seems to be near the Jamaican community."

Because too much time had passed since the use of the distance tracker, and the "signal" was very weak, Sun Wukong followed the direction of "four o'clock" and finally only determined an approximate location.

However, it is already very good to have an approximate location, and the Yuan Shen can step in ten directions, as long as the bullseye is here, he can't escape his search.

Bang bang ...... Da Da Da ......

"Gunshots?"

Sun Wukong, who was about to start a carpet search, heard the sudden sound of gunshots, some with pistols and some with submachine guns.

Following the sound of gunfire, he came to an abandoned factory.

"Daddy, Daddy, wake up......"

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

"Dad, great, let's kill it together."

"I'm sorry...... Mindy...... I probably won't be able to......"

"No, Dad, as long as you go out with me, I swear that I won't ask to go bowling or eat ice cream in the future, okay?"

"Say no more, let's go......"

"Daddy......"

Isn't that little Mindy? Seeing the scene below, Sun Wukong couldn't help but think of the little girl named Mindy McClid who met when he just came to Earth because of the missing two teeth in her jaw and her speech was a little leaky.

The little girl hugged her father, who had died in a pool of blood, with a sad face. Around her, twenty or thirty men with guns were slowly approaching. If the little girl is still ** unable to extricate herself from grief, it will not take a few seconds for her to be completely surrounded by gunmen.

"Mindy McCready, McCready, Mindy Jr?" Sun Wukong had to remind.

Hearing Sun Wukong's "call", the little girl subconsciously raised her head and looked at it, looking very surprised.

"Don't look at me, you can't see me, I'm not here, you're thinking you're talking to me on the radio."

"Are you—Mr. Youkai?"

"I can't believe you remember, yes, I'm Jeremy Sun. Listen, Mindy, I know you're sad right now, and I'm sorry about your father. But now, around you, there are altogether, well, thirty-one gunmen waiting for you, and you must rush out at once. You have to live to avenge your father, you know? ”

"I see, Mr. Youkai."

The little girl sniffled, put down her father's corpse, and ripped off the cloak behind her back and put it over the corpse. Then lift the blindfold, wipe away the tears and put it back on. Then he picked up the pistol that had been thrown aside, replaced it with a new magazine, and pulled the dagger from his left leg.

"I'm ready."

The little girl has a pistol in her right hand and a dagger in her left hand, with a solemn expression.

"Listen to me, you need to change the magazine as fast as possible, so put the dagger away."

When the little girl was ready to rush and kill according to her own instructions, Sun Wukong glanced at the thirty-one gunmen below.

"Take eight steps forward against the wall, shoot two shots at the right hand side."

Bang! Bang!

The little girl did as she was told, and two shots rang out, and the gunman on her right was shot twice and fell down.

"Nine o'clock!"

Bang! Bang!

Raising his hand to scratch the itch, he was shot in the hand, and the gunman who squatted down in pain was shot in the head again.

"Six o'clock!"

Bang! Bang!

Bullets flew from under his feet, and another one fell.

……

One, two, three......

With the help of Sun Wukong, the formless and qualitative Yuanshen Radar, the little girl seemed to be able to predict the future, accurately predicting every movement of the thirty-one gunners, and killing one person in a few steps.

Those gunmen who were hiding on the side and preparing for a sneak attack were all unknowingly counterattacked, and they didn't even understand why the little girl suddenly appeared behind them, obviously at the last moment, she was still on the other side.

In a special melody of gunshots and screams, people are constantly being shot and falling to their deaths.

And the little girl, like the Grim Reaper, continues to harvest their lives.

Some people can't stand this strange atmosphere of being shot and killed, and they want to escape, but they don't take a few steps, and with a bang, they are blown off their heads.

Looking at their companions who had suddenly lost their heads and lost their brains, the living gunmen all looked at each other, feeling as if they were fighting the devil, frightened and panicked, almost going crazy.

"Pick up his gun, there's a magazine in his right pocket."

Despite the high efficiency of killing a gunman every two shots, after killing twenty-four gunmen, the little girl had all run out of magazines, and she had to pick up the guns of the gunners who had been killed.

The little girl's pistol was specially made, just right for her age, and the handle of the gun she picked up was slightly larger, and she had to use both hands to grasp it.

"It's tiring, isn't it, it's almost there, and there are three more. But these three are a bit tricky, they all have submachine guns in their hands, and they are horns of each other. When you see the direction of one o'clock, turn off the light on it. ”

Bang!

As the shots rang out, the whole factory went dark.

"At eleven o'clock, rush out as fast as you can, fire a shot after five steps, and don't stop when you shoot. Stop after ten steps, roll left, there is protection. ”

(Thank you for the tips from "Gods and Souls", "Crazy Fish", and "Void Demon God 123456".) ）

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