Blue and White Society Chapter 28: Blow to the sky

When he arrived at Hefei, he first went to find the location of the Longevity Lock.

It's in the city, after all, and it's a recycling station.

Mo Poor searched around. If it was close, it was enough to lock it with a piece of paper, and he quickly found the longevity lock.

"Sure enough...these things have been taken off the child a long time ago."

I saw Changshou locked in a pile of sundries. These sundries include many children's things, even clothes, which have been dusty for a long time. It seems that they were thrown here a long time ago.

In Qin Ya's mouth, the collection-level old objects are now thrown in this inconspicuous corner like garbage.

Besides, Mo Poor also found the GPS he shot over, and recovered it together.

"This is definitely one of the places where the gang will stay."

Mo Poor made a note secretly, and hurried to the nearby county town overnight.

Until midnight, he took back the other five GPSs one by one in the county.

The five GPSs are all concentrated in the corridor on the second floor of a travel agency.

"Hey, are you looking for housing or are you looking for someone?" A fat woman followed Mo Poor upstairs, looking at him suspiciously and asked.

After all, after Mo Poor came in, Deng Deng Deng ran upstairs.

"House, but you have to take a look, you are a bit dirty." Mo Qiong smiled.

It is certain that this travel agency has connections with that gang.

Trafficking gangs will never just find an irrelevant place to live.

However, Mo Poor didn't ask any further questions, and left directly after feeling disgusted.

It only took four hours for Mo Qiong to come from Weifang. The GPS has not been discovered, but the place is empty.

There is no doubt that the child should have been transferred normally, or started to be transported to other places. Here in Hefei is just a stop on the way.

"The location was in this corridor four hours ago, and now the person is no longer there... It means that they were leaving with their children at that time."

Mo Poor frowned, four hours was enough for them to go far away.

Where did he go, Mo Poor needs to use GPS to track.

If he throws a piece of paper casually, he can certainly catch up with the paper, but God knows when he will be able to catch up with the person.

In other words, he will use live arrows.

However, it's almost midnight at night, where can I buy bats?

Even if the bat is bought, it catches up, but the other party stops and walks, and continues to transport the child?

It will take time for him to chase. When he gets there, he will leave again. Should he continue to chase? In the end, it is likely to really catch up at the terminal.

If the five children are transported separately by then, it will be even more troublesome.

"Tsk... Actually the best live arrow is not a bat."

"It's me..."

Mo Poor smiled. If he chased the target at high speed, he could interrupt it at any time.

After all, he can't shoot himself, he must be using a vehicle, and as long as he pushes away the vehicle to reset the landing point, he can interrupt the absolute hit of the previous landing point.

In terms of flexibility and operability alone, there is no living arrow more perfect than myself.

The only downside is that a large living person flies in the sky, much more than animals.

You can still dive in the sea, but what about land? You can't escape, can you?

But at night, you can fly directly.

It doesn't matter if he's dressed in black, flies high enough, and isn't in a brightly lit city.

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In the corner of the county town, he found an apartment.

Run to the top floor and find that the door to the rooftop is locked.

But it doesn't matter, he lay on the window sill at the end of the corridor and looked out, locking on to a cloud in the sky.

I saw him casually throwing a stick out of the window, and then grabbed the stick and jumped out of the window directly.

However, he did not fall, and his body was lifted high with the stick, rushing towards the clouds.

After crossing the height of the roof, he looked directly at the roof to find a landing point, then threw a pen casually, and quickly grabbed it.

At the same time, he let go of the hand holding the stick, and the whole person was led to the rooftop by the pen.

With a click, he let go of the pen and landed on the roof, and because the stick was reset by him, it also flew down here first.

"Huh... I'm still a little flustered."

Everyone is a little afraid of heights, the only difference is that some people are sick, and some people are just afraid of death.

In the operation just now, Mo Poor originally planned to only use the stick, but halfway through, he threw the pen with his other hand and did the safest operation.

"This place is nice, very open, and there are no other high-rise buildings around."

On Moqiong's rooftop, he tried jumping off the building a few more times, and flew back easily, confirming that he did not have a fear of heights.

Then he took off the backpack on his back and pushed it forward slightly.

Although you can fly by throwing any clothes, it's too inconvenient.

He needs a riding object that is relatively solid and can be easily reset at any time.

The backpack is pretty good, it can sit, hang, lie on your stomach, or even lie down.

Prepare and buckle the shoulder straps, and then lock the waist belt, so that Mo Poor and the backpack can be tightly locked together.

It is also convenient if you want to get out of the backpack when necessary.

He found a junior high school student who was hanging out in the middle of the night to buy this backpack. He paid 300 yuan casually, and the other party happily dumped all the books, gave him the backpack, and even helped him go home to get it Pack a couple of solid canvas bags.

At this moment, I saw the backpack floating forward, flying slowly at a speed of ten centimeters per second.

Then Mo Poor followed the backpack, put on the shoulder straps again, fastened the belt, and put the backpack on the front.

Holding the backpack tightly, Mo Poor retracted his legs, his feet immediately lifted off the ground, and his body was suspended on the backpack.

Flying is flying, but at this speed, even if flying, Mo Poor might as well be riding a bicycle.

"Next is air acceleration..."

What worries you on a plane can be both a blessing and a curse.

For a closed cabin, it is indeed dangerous, but if it is only a half-enclosed hot air balloon structure, it will be an accelerator.

Louching on the backpack, Mo Poor took out the canvas bag, wrapped his hands tightly together, put them in front of his mouth, and blew out with all his strength.

"Hoo!"

In an instant, the canvas bag suddenly bulged and jumped forward.

Mo Poor's hands hurt and he almost didn't hold back.

The initial velocity of a person's exhalation is generally only ten meters per second, so Mo Poor usually doesn't make any big movements when he breathes.

However, if one blows with all one's strength, a person can blow a typhoon of magnitude 12 to 13 based on the initial velocity alone.

It can be about thirty-two meters to forty meters per second.

Of course, saying it is a typhoon is just an analogy. The speed of the air blown out will rapidly decay under the resistance.

But Mo Poor's air arrow is not. It will maintain the exit speed and hit the target without decay.

This is a constant, continuous drive.

Because the paths are the same, the backpack allows Mo Poor to fly, and the canvas bag allows Mo Poor to speed up.

At this moment, he is flying towards the children at a speed of about 35 meters per second, which is 126 km/h.

This speed is already faster than cars on the highway.

But on the other hand, Mo Poor also felt the feeling of the typhoon covering his face, and he couldn't keep his eyes open.

"But I'm not dizzy... Sure enough, it's fine to fly by myself..."

"Let's make do with it this time. If you get the money this time, you must get some good equipment when you go home."

"A backpack, a bag, it's really too simple."

Mo Poor lay face down on the backpack with his face twisted, the whistling sound in his ears was particularly loud.

The body pierced through the air, and all the squeezed air was controlled to fly into the canvas bag, so as to maintain the acceleration all the time.

Even, as long as he carefully controls it, the air squeezed out of his body can form an airflow and hit his legs, abdomen, and chest.

In this way, from bottom to top, form an airflow to lift yourself up.

This allows him to be in mid-air without having to completely press his center of gravity on the backpack, and other parts of his body also have a slight buoyancy, as if there is always a surge of air blowing him from below.

However, because he can't fly himself, unless he buys a wing suit, relying on air buoyancy alone is at best a slow-fall technique, and he still can't float without a backpack.

Whoa!

Mo Poor, who was flying through the air, was located above the highway, and under the cover of night, he pursued him all the way.

But because he was chasing it himself, it is impossible for him to know which car he was chasing. to the destination.

Otherwise, if you drive for ten hours, if you stay in the car all the time, adults can bear it, and children can't bear it either.

The group of people who set off at night will definitely stop in the daytime, and then stay in a certain city or county for another day.

"Huh?" After flying for about an hour, Mo Poor found that he gradually lost sight of the road, deviated more and more from the highway, and began to climb mountains and mountains.

"Is this approaching? No, it should be that they are arriving. They leave the highway and drive sideways, and my path will become more and more deviated."

Flying, Mo Poor squinted his eyes and found that there was a big tree blocking the hill in front of him.

If he keeps flying like this, he will definitely hit that tree.

"Wait a minute... don't you plan to bypass it!"

Mo Poor was startled, he hastily let go of the canvas bag with one hand, and let go of the air arrow.

Then he blew his breath upwards, and adjusted the direction with his mouth.

After bypassing the tree in surprise, Mo Poor hurriedly continued to rise, all the way up to a height of several hundred meters, before resetting the air arrow again.

"This height is fine."

Being blown by the cold wind for a long time, Mo Poor already felt cold all over.

However, the opponent has already stopped, and he is now going straight to the destination, and he can definitely catch up if he persists.

After persisting for another four hours, Mo Poor felt that he should be arriving soon, and there was a small county in front of him.

"Where is this..."

Mo Poor hurriedly reset his speed, lying on his backpack and floating at a speed of only a few meters per second.

Take out the phone, locate the current location, and find that it is in a county under the jurisdiction of a certain city in Gan Province.

Mo Poor said speechlessly: "Damn... I crossed the province again and flew more than 500 kilometers."

As he was about to enter the city, Mo Poor slowly floated down and found a place to land.

"I almost died from the cold... I can't do it when I go back. If I make money, I will get a set of equipment first."

Mo Poor rubbed his arms, lit a cigarette, and began to follow the smoke to find the specific place of the target.

He looked tired and didn't sleep, so he couldn't help but took a few deep breaths of cigarettes.

In the past, he would have choked if he passed his lungs, but this time he succeeded inadvertently, and he couldn't help but feel more energetic.

He set off from Dengzhou all the way, exhausted by boats and cars, experienced trains, planes... and even flew by himself.

At this moment, when I saw the smoke getting into a dilapidated hotel, I couldn't help but sigh, how hard it is to make some money.

I saw him with a cigarette in his mouth, and he slammed the closed iron door underneath.

"Who! The door is closed!" A roar came from upstairs.

Mo Poor ignored him and continued to kick the door.

The people upstairs hurried down, opened the door and glanced at Mo Poor, just about to chase him away.

But he saw Mo Poor spit out the smoke all over his face, and the smoke went straight into the crevice of his nose.

"Ahem cough..." The man choked a few times, and felt that Mo Poor pushed him away and broke in directly.

"I want to stay in the hotel if I have a room." Mo Poor said.

The man hurriedly caught up, stopped him in the living room and said, "Stop, the door hasn't been opened yet."

"It's almost dawn, why don't you open the door?" Mo Poor walked straight with a cigarette in his mouth. The man was so thin that he couldn't hold him back at all.

Being dragged two steps, and seeing that he was about to go upstairs, the man said helplessly: "Okay, I'll drive it for you."

Mo Poor followed him to the counter and glanced at the room layout.

I saw the man said: "204, don't make noise early in the morning, there are still guests."

Mo Poor shook his head and said, "I don't like 4, let's go to 205."

"205 can't do it, someone is living there." The man's expression changed.

Mo Poor took a puff of smoke and said, "It's okay, I'll go tell him and make sure they change rooms with me."

As he spoke, he began to walk upstairs again.

The man pulled and said, "No, how about 206?"

"No, I don't like the number 6." Mo Poor said willfully.

The man's nose was crooked, and he stared and said, "Are you looking for faults!"

Hearing this, Mo Qiong stopped in his tracks. glanced at him.

The man thought that Mo Poor had stopped, but after a pause of more than a second, Mo Poor suddenly exploded.

Boom!

Mo Poor kicked the counter that weighed dozens of kilograms away, and threw the cigarette to the ground.

"I'm short-tempered, say I'm finding fault? You want to fight?" This sudden outburst scared the man back three steps.

That man was really frightened by Mo Poor, he had never seen such a cruel thing! It doesn't make sense at all.

"You... you f*ck... If you dare to touch me, I will call the police!" the man threatened.

Mo Qiong was so happy that he took out his mobile phone and dialed 110.

The man's face changed, and he hurriedly grabbed the phone, and at the same time shouted: "Come down, someone is making trouble!"

There seemed to be someone listening to the wall upstairs all the time. Hearing this shout, several people's footsteps came down immediately.

Mo Poor sneered, that's right.

He chased him all night, his face was paralyzed from the cold, and he was about to move around.

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