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Chapter 102

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"Let's continue. I'll be your driver for free today. You can treat me later, or you can tell my fortune or something."

"...... Can psychics tell fortunes?"

"Telling the location of an enemy. Asking for the location of a goddess. This is also changing fate. Why isn't it called fortune-telling?"

Crag Burst grinned in laughter. He looked down the car window and saw Ink's earnest appearance. He couldn't help but reach out to pinch Ink's neck: "Hey, do you feel like you're being petted on the head?"

Luo Nan wouldn't tell him that Ink was just a cover to coax him. He simply replied:

"Stop messing around … … Huh?"

Luo Nan's all-encompassing mental senses were inexplicably touched. The window of the blue MPV in front had clearly opened up a crack. It was as if something was ejecting out. It was extremely small and its speed was very fast. It "collided" with the car behind it in practically an instant.

Then the senses were interrupted.

The Tiger Burst Jeep and the blue MPV were separated by two cars. The senses were interrupted twice. When they reappeared, they were already on the hood of the Tiger Burst Jeep.

Luo Nan's mental senses always had a resolution problem. This time was no exception. He could only faintly sense that it was a tiny beetle-like object. It seemed to have pierced through the two cars in the middle before pouncing onto the Tiger Burst Jeep.

Then he completely lost his senses.

At this time, all four windows of the jeep rose up, forming a sealed space. Without the whistling of the wind outside, the rumbling of heavy metal was much more ear-piercing.

Crag Burst was a bit startled. He snapped his fingers: "Open the window!"

The voice control command was given, but the car's AI didn't respond at all. Not only that, but the car even began to slow down and turn.

Luo Nan's warning cut in: "Careful, there's something … …"

"F * ck me! I've been bewitched!"

Crag Burst cursed at practically the same time, but he soon calmed down. In the next few seconds, he tried using hand control, voice control, and other methods, but it was useless.

The windows couldn't be opened, the speed couldn't be changed, and even the stereo couldn't be adjusted.

The car's AI firmly controlled the Tiger Burst Jeep. It turned into a downward trajectory, circling around the skyscraper, and spiraled down.

"Is it a virus?" Crag Burst judged.

"No, it's more like a mechanical bug." Luo Nan spoke of his observations.

"In any case, someone is controlling it from a distance." Crag Burst came up with the most reasonable explanation.

"We've been discovered."

Aside from Crag Burst and Luo Nan, no one could see that the AI in this arrogant and domineering military-modified Tiger Burst had already gone out of control. The jeep moved steadily along with the rolling traffic, but it was getting further and further away from its target.

At this moment, Crag Burst and Ink were imprisoned in this sealed space. They didn't know where they would be taken.

Crag Burst stopped all of his attempts to seize back control. He swept his eyes over the constantly changing environment outside the car. His eyes unexpectedly flickered with an exceptionally excited light, and the corners of his mouth perked up once more. He turned his head to Moshui.

"You must have been discovered, but they are targeting this car. You can continue."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heavily elbowed the car window beside him. The tough bulletproof glass instantly exploded into fine cracks like a spider web.

If intelligence wasn't enough, violence would make up the difference. Crag Burst's eyes didn't even blink when he treated his beloved car in such a manner. He extended his hand and tore down the glass window that was already on the verge of collapse. He casually tossed it into the back seat.

His other hand suddenly grabbed Ink. He didn't care how the bird struggled, and he simply tossed it out the window: "Go. Don't let me down!"

Ink was forcefully tossed several dozen meters away, just in time to avoid the downward trajectory of light. It spread its wings just in time to avoid the tragedy of smashing into the glass curtain wall of the building.

Luo Nan shouted through the HexaEar: "What the hell are you doing!?"

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

Crag Burst laughed boldly. His bored attitude from before was completely swept away: "You go keep an eye on them first. Keep in touch. I want to see where they can take me!"

He extended his hand out from the broken window and waved. Then a hoarse and berserk roar rang out: "Smash your chest open. Embrace the gentleness of blood. Oh oh … …"

Ink spiraled within the neon glowing mist. Luo Nan's soul body hovered motionlessly in the center of Ink's spiraling and fluttering axis.

Two seconds ago, the blue jeep carrying Yan Yongbo had left the range of his senses. Actually, if he really wanted to give chase, he could easily catch up to them with the speed of his soul body flying through space.

However, so what if he caught up? The anti-reconnaissance equipment on the jeep raised Luo Nan's vigilance greatly. If he continued to forcefully chase after them, not only would he alert the enemy, but he would also expose his identity and abilities.

Luo Nan's thoughts spun rapidly, and he made a decision in the blink of an eye.

Crag Burst was clearly worth paying more attention to. Yan Yongbo had taken the initiative to help. Right now, the jeep had gone out of control and Luo Nan was in danger. Luo Nan would feel uneasy if he didn't help.

Also, Luo Nan was quite concerned about that mechanical bug.

Luo Nan's soul body suddenly descended, carrying Ink as it chased behind the Tiger Burst Jeep.

The Tiger Burst Jeep maintained a stable speed, and its direction was the same from start to finish. The jeep continued to descend after changing tracks twice to switch traffic layers. The tyrannical and tyrannical body of the jeep continuously ran parallel to several low-altitude public transport vehicles. They intersected and plunged head first into the suddenly dimmed layer.

The jeep passed through the dividing line between light and darkness. The clamor of the metropolis was suddenly separated by a layer in everyone's senses. Even the heavy metal vibrating within the jeep seemed to be rendered with a layer of irritation.

The jeep's headlights cut through the outer walls of the surrounding buildings. The damaged outer walls, the messy graffiti, and some suspicious black and red colors converged together.

"The recycling layer … …"

Due to the phototaxis of living things, people would always yearn for areas with fresh air and sunlight.

This was especially true in the bustling area of the city center. The skyscrapers were dense, and the low-altitude transportation network extended in all directions. The residents of the city would go up and down. Sometimes, they wouldn't truly set foot on the ground for several years.

A low-altitude public transport thirty meters above the ground was already the limit for most people to descend.

This was how the High Altitude Race got their name.

The problem was that Xia City was an enormous city with a population of two hundred million. It never had the qualifications to waste space. It was inevitable that there would be some people within the population of two hundred million who had to survive in the dark and damp space of the lower levels.

Without a doubt, this was the slum of the modern city. It was the recycling layer that specialized in disposing of the city's trash. To a certain degree, it was also a place where gangs gathered outside the law.

The Tiger Burst Jeep roared as it charged down from the upper levels. It practically instantly attracted the gazes of a large number of "professionals" in this gloomy space.

A sharp whistling sound rang out.

Between the buildings, within the ever-narrowing alleys, high-powered modified motorcycles started up one after another. They sped along at high speed. People of all shapes and sizes on the motorcycles brandished malevolent spiked clubs, chains, and of course, firearms. They howled and cursed at the jeep that was still advancing along the light rail in midair.

At the same time, they were also looking forward to it:

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