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

After all, it's in the city, and it's a waste recycling bin.

Mo Qiong looked around and, if you were close, it would be enough to lock the paper piece, and soon found the long-lived lock.

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

I saw that my life was locked in a pile of miscellaneous items, which contained many children's things, and even clothes, which had been covered in dust for a long time. It seemed that I had been thrown here for a long time.

Qin Ya's mouth, the old objects of collectibles, were thrown in this inconspicuous corner like garbage.

On the side, Mo Qiong also found the GPS he had ejaculated and recycled it together.

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

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

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

All five GPS are concentrated in the corridor on the second floor of a travel agency.

"Hey, are you looking for a house or someone?" An obese woman followed Mo Qiong upstairs and asked suspiciously.

After all, after Mo Qiong came in, Deng Dengdeng ran upstairs.

"House, but you always have to take a look. You are a little dirty." Mo Qiong said with a smile.

It is certain that this travel agency has something to do with that gang.

Trafficking gangs will never find any unrelated places to live in.

However, Mo Qiong didn't ask much, and then left after being disgusted.

It took Mo Qiong only four hours to come from Weifang. GPS was not discovered, but the building was empty.

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

"The location four hours ago was in this corridor. Now the people are no longer there... It means they were leaving with their children."

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

Wherever you go, Mo Qiong needs to use GPS to track it.

If he throws a piece of paper casually, he will certainly catch up with the paper, but God knows when will he catch up with people.

In other words, he wants to use a live arrow.

However, it’s almost midnight, so where can I buy bats?

Even if the bat was bought, it still caught up. But the other party stopped and continued to transport the children?

It takes time for him to chase him. When he gets there, the person leaves again. Should he continue chasing? It is very likely that he will really catch up at the end of the station.

If the five children are transported in a scattered manner, it will be even more troublesome.

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

"But myself..."

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

After all, he cannot shoot himself, so he must be using the vehicle. As long as he pushes the vehicle and resets the landing point, he can interrupt the absolute hit to the previous landing point.

In terms of flexibility and operability alone, there is no more perfect life than yourself.

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

You can still dive in the sea, what should you do on land? You can't hide in the ground, right?

But at night, you can fly directly.

He was wearing a black suit, flying high enough, and it wouldn't matter if he wasn't in a brightly lit city.

...

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

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

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

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

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

After crossing the height of the rooftop, he looked directly at the rooftop and found a landing point, threw a pen casually, and quickly grabbed it.

At the same time, he let go of his hand holding the stick and was taken to the rooftop by a pen.

With a click, he let go of his pen and landed on the rooftop, and the stick had already flown here because it was reset to the landing point by him.

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

Everyone is a little afraid of heights. The only difference is that some people are sick, while others are just afraid of death.

After doing the operation just now, Mo Qiong originally planned to use the stick only, but when he was halfway through, he threw out the pen with his other hand and did the safest operation.

“It’s nice, very open, and there are no other high-rise buildings around.”

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

Then he took off the backpack behind him and gently pushed forward.

Although you can fly if you throw a piece of clothing, it is too inconvenient.

He must be relatively firm in shape and can be convenient for him to reset the landing point at any time.

The backpack is quite good, you can sit, hang, lie down, or even lie down.

Keep the shoulder straps on and lock the belt to lock Moqiong and backpack tightly.

And if you want to take off your backpack, it can be very convenient.

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

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

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

Holding the backpack tightly, Mo Qiong pulled his legs away, his feet immediately left the ground, and his body pressed on the backpack and was suspended.

Fei is flying, but at this speed, even if it is flying, Mo Qiong is better than riding a bicycle.

"The next is air acceleration..."

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

It is indeed dangerous for a confined compartment, but if it is just a semi-enclosed hot air balloon structure, it is an accelerator.

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

"call!"

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

Mo Qiong's hands hurt and almost couldn't hold them back.

The initial speed of a person's exhalation is usually only ten meters per second, so Mo Qiong did not make any big noise when he breathed.

However, if you blow the air with all your strength, just by judging by the initial speed, you can blow out typhoons of twelve to thirteenth level.

It can be about the initial speed of thirty-two meters to forty meters per second.

Of course, it is just an analogy to say that it is a typhoon. The speed of the blown gas will rapidly decay under resistance.

But Mo Qiong's Qi Arrow is not. It will maintain the exit speed and hit the target without decay.

This is a constant, continuous propulsion.

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

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

This speed is already faster than that of cars on the expressway.

But in contrast, Mo Qiong also felt the feeling of a typhoon covering his face and couldn't even open his eyes.

"But you don't feel dizzy... It turns out that it's okay if you fly by yourself..."

"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 and a bag are so simple."

Mo Qiong's face was twisted and lying on his backpack, with a loud whistling sound in his ears.

The body broke through the air, and the squeezed air was all controlled to fly into the canvas bag, thus maintaining acceleration at all times.

Even if he is careful to control the air, the air squeezed out of his body can form an airflow to hit his legs, abdomen, and chest.

This forms an airflow to lift itself from the bottom to the top.

This made him in mid-air without having to press his weight on his backpack completely. There was also a slight buoyancy in other parts of his body, as if there was always a surging air flow below him.

However, because he can't fly by himself, unless he buys a wingsuit, relying on air buoyancy alone is at most a slow-falling technique, and he still cannot float without a backpack.
To be continued...