Chapter 28 Blowing to the Sky

When he arrived at Hefei, he went to find the location of the longevity lock.

After all, it was in the city, and it was a waste recycling station.

Mo Qiong looked around. If it was close, it would be enough to lock the paper once, and he soon found the longevity lock.

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

The longevity lock was seen in a pile of sundries. There were many children's things and even clothes in these sundries. They were covered with dust for a long time. It seemed that they were thrown here a long time ago.

This old object at the collection level in Qin Ya's mouth was like garbage at this moment, thrown in this inconspicuous corner.

On the side, Mo Qiong also found the GPS he shot over and recycled it together.

"This must be one of the places where the gang will stay."

Mo Qiong secretly noted it and hurried to the nearby county town overnight.

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

These five GPSs were all concentrated in the corridor on the second floor of a travel agency.

"Hey, are you looking for a place to stay or someone to live with?" A fat woman followed Mo Qiong upstairs and looked at him suspiciously and asked.

After all, Mo Qiong ran upstairs after he came in.

"A place to stay, but I have to take a look. Your place is a bit dirty." Mo Qiong laughed.

It is certain that this travel agency is related to that gang.

The trafficking gang will never live in an unrelated place.

But Mo Qiong did not ask more questions. He left directly after being disgusted.

It took Mo Qiong only four hours to rush here from Weifang. The GPS was not discovered by anyone, but the place was deserted.

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

"The location four hours ago was in this corridor, and now the person is gone... It means that they were leaving with the child at that time."

Mo Qiong frowned. Four hours was enough for them to walk far away.

Where they went, Mo Qiong needed to use GPS to track.

If he just throws a piece of paper, he can certainly catch up with the paper, but God knows when he can catch up with the person.

In other words, he has to use live arrows.

However, it's late at night, it's almost midnight, where can he buy a bat?

Even if he buys a bat and catches up, but the other party stops and walks, and continues to transport the children?

It takes time for him to chase, and when he gets there, the person is gone again. Should he continue to chase? In the end, it is very likely that he will really catch up at the terminal.

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

"Tsk... In fact, the best live arrow is not a bat."

"But myself..."

Mo Qiong smiled. If he chases the target at high speed, he can interrupt it at any time.

After all, he can't shoot himself, he must use a vehicle, and he can interrupt the absolute hit on the previous landing point by pushing the vehicle away to reset the landing point.

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

The only drawback is that a living person flying in the sky is much more abnormal than an animal.

He can dive in the sea, what about land? You can't hide underground, right?

But at night, you can fly directly.

He was wearing a black suit, so it would be okay if he flew high enough and was not in a brightly lit city.

...

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

He ran to the top floor and found that the door to the rooftop was locked.

But it didn't matter. He lay on the windowsill at the end of the corridor and looked out, locking onto a cloud in the sky.

He threw a stick out of the window, and then jumped out of the window with the stick.

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

After crossing the height of the rooftop, he looked straight at the rooftop to find a landing point, and threw a pen 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 rooftop, and the stick had already landed there because he had reset the landing point.

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

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 Qiong originally planned to use only the stick, but when he was halfway through, he still threw the pen with his other hand and did the safest operation.

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

Mo Qiong tried to jump off the rooftop several times, and flew back easily, confirming that he was not afraid of heights.

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

Although he could fly by throwing any piece of clothing, it was too inconvenient.

He wanted a riding object that was relatively sturdy and could facilitate him to reset the landing point at any time.

The backpack was quite good, he could sit, hang, lie down, or even lie down.

Buckle the shoulder straps and lock the waist belt, and Mo Qiong and the backpack would be tightly locked together.

And if he wants to get out of the backpack when necessary, it is also very convenient.

He bought this backpack from a junior high school student who was still hanging out outside in the middle of the night. He casually paid 300 yuan, and the other party happily dumped all the books, gave him the backpack, and even helped him take a few solid canvas bags home.

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

Then Mo Qiong followed the backpack, put on the shoulder straps, fastened the waist belt, and put the backpack on the front.

Holding the backpack tightly, Mo Qiong pulled his legs in, his feet were off the ground, and his body was suspended on the backpack.

He flew, but at this speed, even if he flew, Mo Qiong would not be as good as riding a bicycle.

"Next is air acceleration..."

The situation on the plane is both a disaster and a blessing.

For a closed cabin, it is indeed very dangerous, but if it is just a semi-enclosed hot air balloon structure, it is an accelerator.

Lying on the backpack, Mo Qiong took out the canvas bag, wrapped his hands tightly, put them in front of his mouth, and blew out a breath with all his strength.

"Huh!"

Instantly, the canvas bag bulged and jumped forward.

Mo Qiong's hands hurt and he almost couldn't hold it.

The initial velocity of a person's exhalation is generally only ten meters per second, so Mo Qiong usually doesn't make any big noise when breathing.

However, if you blow with all your strength, just based on the initial velocity, a person can blow out a typhoon of level 12 to 13.

The initial velocity can be about 32 to 40 meters per second.

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

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

This is a constant and continuous propulsion.

Because the path is the same, the backpack makes Mo Qiong fly, and the canvas bag makes Mo Qiong accelerate.

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

This speed is faster than the car on the highway.

But in contrast, Mo Qiong also felt the taste of the typhoon on his face, and his eyes were almost unable to open.

"But I'm not dizzy... It's okay to fly by myself..."

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

"A backpack and a bag are really too simple."

Mo Qiong lay on the backpack with a twisted face, and the whistling sound in his ears was particularly loud.

His body broke through the air, and the air he squeezed out was all controlled to fly into the canvas bag, so as to maintain acceleration all the time.

Even if he carefully controlled it, the air squeezed out by his body could form airflow to hit his legs, abdomen, and chest.

In this way, he could form airflow from bottom to top to lift himself up.

This allowed him to be in the air without having to put his entire center of gravity on the backpack, and other parts of his body also had slight buoyancy, as if there was always airflow below blowing him up.

However, because he couldn't fly, unless he bought a wing suit, relying on air buoyancy alone would at most be a slow-fall technique, and he still couldn't float without a backpack.

"Swoosh!"

Mo Qiong, who broke through the air and flew above the highway, chased all the way with the help of the night cover.

However, because he was chasing in person, he couldn't know which car he was chasing, but it didn't matter. According to the known situation, the gang sent people one stop at a time, not all the way to the destination.

Otherwise, if they were in the car for ten hours, adults could bear it, but children couldn't bear it.

The group that set out at night will definitely stop when daytime comes, and then stay in a city or county for another day.

"Huh?" After flying for about an hour, Mo Qiong found that he could no longer see the road, and he was getting further and further away from the highway and began to cross mountains and ridges.

"Is it almost there? No, it should be that they have arrived. They left the highway and drove sideways, and my path will become more and more deviated."

As he flew, Mo Qiong squinted and found that there was a big tree blocking the hill ahead.

If he continued to fly like this, he would definitely hit the tree.

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

Mo Qiong was startled, and hurriedly loosened the canvas bag with one hand and released the air arrow.

Then he blew a breath diagonally upward and adjusted the direction with his mouth.

After bypassing the tree in a surprising way, Mo Qiong hurriedly continued to rise, all the way to a height of several hundred meters, and then reset the air arrow again.

"This height is fine."

After being blown by the cold wind for a long time, Mo Qiong already felt cold all over.

However, the other party had stopped, and he was now heading straight for the destination. If he persisted, he would definitely catch up.

After persisting for nearly four hours, Mo Qiong felt that he should be almost there, and there was a small county town in front of him.

"Where is this..."

Mo Qiong hurriedly reset his speed and lay on his backpack to float at a speed of only a few meters per second.

He took out his mobile phone and located his current location. He found that he was in a county under the jurisdiction of a city in Gan Province.

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

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

"I almost froze to death... I can't do it when I go back. I'll make money and get a set of equipment first."

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

He looked tired and hadn't slept, so he couldn't help but take a few deep puffs of smoke.

If it were before, he would have been choked directly when he passed through his lungs, but this time he accidentally succeeded, and he couldn't help but feel a little more energetic.

He started all the way from Dengzhou, and he was exhausted by the train, the plane... and even flew himself.

At this moment, when he saw the smoke entering a shabby hotel, he couldn't help but sigh that it was really not easy to make some money.

He was seen holding a cigarette and knocking on the big iron door below.

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

Mo Qiong ignored it and continued to kick the door.

The man upstairs hurried down, opened the door, glanced at Mo Qiong, and was about to chase him away.

But he saw Mo Qiong spit smoke all over his face, and the smoke went straight into his nose.

"Cough cough cough..." The man choked twice, and then felt Mo Qiong squeezed him aside and rushed in.

"I want to stay in the hotel." Mo Qiong said.

The man hurriedly caught up and stopped him in the living room and said, "Stop, the door is not open yet."

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

After being dragged two steps and about to go upstairs, the man said helplessly, "Okay, okay, I'll open it for you."

Mo Qiong followed him to the counter and glanced at the room distribution map.

The man said, "Let's go to 204. Don't make noise so early in the morning. There are guests."

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

"205 is not okay, someone lives there." The man's expression changed.

Mo Qiong took a puff of cigarette and said, "It's okay, I'll go talk to him and make sure they change rooms with me."

As he said that, he started walking upstairs again.

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

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

The man's nose was crooked with anger, and he glared and said, "You are looking for trouble!"

Hearing this, Mo Qiong stopped. He glanced at him.

The man thought Mo Qiong had calmed down, but after pausing for more than a second, Mo Qiong suddenly jumped up.

"Bang!"

Mo Qiong kicked the counter weighing dozens of kilograms away and threw the cigarette to the ground.

"I have a bad temper, and you said I was looking for trouble? You want to fight?" This sudden outburst scared the man and made him retreat three steps.

The man was really scared by Mo Qiong. He had never seen such a tyrant! He was unreasonable.

"You... you... if you dare to touch me, I will call the police!" the man threatened.

Mo Qiong was happy, and he took out his phone and dialed 110.

The man's face changed, and he hurried to grab the phone, and shouted: "Come down quickly, someone is making trouble!"

It seemed that someone upstairs had been listening to the wall, and when he heard the shout, several people's footsteps came down immediately.

Mo Qiong sneered, that's right.

He chased all night, and he was almost paralyzed by the cold, and he wanted to move around.

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p.s: Sorry.