Master of the Stars

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"Let's go ahead, be a driver for free today, look back and invite me to a show, or fortune telling me."

"... Can a psychic tell a fortune?"

"Where is the Chou family, ask the goddess' position, this is also changing fate, why not call fortune telling?"

Bakuyan grinned and looked at the ink under the car window. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to pinch the back of the ink: "Hey, will you feel touched?"

Luo Nan would n’t tell him that the ink was just a guise for you, and simply replied:

"Don't make trouble ... Huh?"

The psychological coverage of all-round coverage is inexplicably touched. The window of the blue commercial vehicle in front clearly opens a gap, as if something pops up, very tiny, and the speed is very fast. "Bump".

Then, the induction is intermittent.

The Typhoon Offroad and the Blue Business are separated by two cars, and the induction is also intermittent twice. When it reappears, it is already the front cover of the Tiger's engine.

Ronan ’s mental induction has always had a problem with resolution. At this time, it is no exception. He just vaguely sensed that it was a tiny beetle-like object, which seemed to pass through the middle two cars in a row, and then flew to the tiger On offroad.

Then, the sense was completely lost.

At this time, the four-sided windows of the off-road vehicle were raised together, forming a closed space. Without the roar of the outside wind, the roar of heavy metals seemed a lot of harshness.

The rock burst stunned and snapped his fingers: "Open the window!"

When the voice command was issued, the onboard intelligent brain did not respond at all. Not only that, the vehicle also started to slow down and issued a turn signal.

Ronan's warning happened to cut in: "Be careful, something ..."

"I rely, Zhongxie!"

The rock burst sent out a curse almost at the same time, but quickly calmed down. In the next few seconds, he tried all the methods of manual control and voice control, but it was useless.

The window can't be opened, the speed can't be changed, and even the sound of the sound can't be adjusted.

The vehicle-mounted Zhinao firmly controls the control of the Typhoon Cross Country. At the next turning area, it cuts into the downward track and circles around the skyscraper.

"Is it a virus?" Blast Rock judged.

"No, it looks like a mechanical bug." Luo Nan said his observations.

"Anyway, someone has remote control." Blast Rock came to the most reasonable explanation, and then concluded:

"We were found."

At this time, apart from Rock Blast and Luo Nan, no one can see that this arrogant military is changing into a violent tiger, and the car-brained brain is out of control. The off-road vehicle always follows a very steady attitude with the rolling traffic, but it is farther and farther away from the target it tracked before.

At this time, the rock burst and ink are confined in this closed space, and I don't know where they will be taken.

Blasting Rock stopped all attempts to regain control. He glanced at the changing environment outside the car. His eyes were actually flashing with excitement, and the corners of his mouth were raised again. He turned his head to the ink channel:

"It must have been found, but for this car, you can continue."

As the speech fell, he weighed an elbow and pounded it on the side window. The strong bulletproof glass burst into a web-like crack.

Insufficient intelligence, come together with violence. I acted like this for my car, but I did n’t even blink my eyes. I stretched out my hands and tore off the window glass that was on the verge of collapse.

The other hand suddenly grabbed the ink, no matter how struggling the bird was, and threw it out of the window: "Go, get a little bit of arrogance!"

The ink was squeezed out tens of meters away, just passing the descending light track, and spreading its wings in time, avoiding the tragedy that was hit on the glass curtain wall of the building.

Luo Nan shouted through the six ears: "What are you doing!"

"I want to know what they do!"

Explosive rock burst out laughing, the previous boring gesture swept away, "You go to stare, keep in touch, I see where they can take me!"

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

Ink circling in the neon mist, Luo Nan's soul body is in the position of its axis of circling and dancing, suspending in the air.

Two seconds ago, Yan Yongbo's blue business car was out of his sensing range. In fact, if he really wanted to chase, he could still easily catch up with the speed of his soul flying across the sky.

But how about catching up? The anti-reconnaissance equipment on the commercial vehicle made Luo Nan vigilant. If you follow it so hard, you can't talk about it and expose his identity and ability.

Luo Nan's thoughts changed sharply, and in a blink of an eye he had already made up his mind.

There is obviously more attention to the rock burst. Others took the initiative to help, and at this time the vehicle was out of control, and was in danger. It was uneasy not to help.

Also, that "mechanical bug" made Luo Nan quite concerned.

The soul body descended suddenly, with ink, chasing behind the Typhoon Cross Country.

Typhoon Cross Country maintains a steady speed and the direction is consistent. After switching the traffic layer twice, the vehicle continued to descend, and the aggressive body continuously paralleled and staggered with multiple low-altitude buses, plunging into the suddenly darkened area.

Through the dividing line between light and darkness, in people's senses, the hustle and bustle of the metropolis is suddenly separated by a layer, even if the turbulent heavy metals in the car seem to render a layer of moodiness.

The headlights cut through the outer walls of the surrounding buildings, the damaged outer walls, and the messy graffiti, including some suspicious black and red colors, came together in one go.

"Recycling layer ..."

Due to the phototropism of living things, people always yearn for areas with fresh air and sunshine.

Especially in the prosperous area of ​​the city center, skyscrapers are dense, the low- and medium-altitude transportation network is extending in all directions, urban residents are going up and down, and sometimes they will not really step on the ground for several years.

The low-altitude bus at 30 meters above the ground is already the limit for most people to descend.

"High-altitude family" also got its name.

The problem is that as a huge city with a population of 200 million people, Xiacheng has never qualified to waste space. Among the 200 million people, there will inevitably be some people who want to survive in the dark and damp space below.

There is no doubt that this is the slum of the contemporary city, which is a "recycling layer" that specializes in the treatment of urban waste. To a certain extent, it is also a place where gangs gather.

When Tyrannosaurus Cross roared down from the upper area, it attracted a lot of "professionals" in this dark space almost instantly.

A sharp roar sounded.

In the narrow alleys between the buildings, one after another, high-power modified motorcycles started and galloped. People of all shapes and shapes on the car waved gritty barbs, chains, and of course, firearms, into the air. The off-road vehicle still moving along the light track shouted and scolded.

At the same time, I also look forward to:

You know, the multiple light tracks in the recycling layer are broken!

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