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Chapter 57 Local Area Network (Part 2)

"The devil knows where I am. Let me look at the map. Oh, Deshang Building in Hewu District. It looks glamorous from the top, but is it such a virtue underneath?"

"Moral businessman?"

Ronan remembered that this was included in the intelligence he had just received. It seemed that Bakuyan's pursuit ability should not be underestimated, and he was already very close to the final target.

"Wait a moment, I'll be right over."

Ink flew into the sky and shuttled between the intertwined buildings. Ronan's soul body controlled the human-faced spider and followed beside it.

The flying speed of the crow was indeed too slow. The human-faced spider did not even use its three-dimensional force and leisurely kept up with it. Ronan did not focus on flying at all, but used the panoramic picture of mental induction.

Observe this dark place that I have heard of for a long time but have never set foot in.

The turbid night in the recycling layer gave him a very subtle feeling. At least, he didn't have much experience of flying in the night sky. It was more like swimming in the water. Moreover, as time passed, the panoramic picture transformed this piece of land.

Some of the deepest things in the area are cut open and presented before your eyes, making this feeling continue to deepen and alienate:

Not only water, but sewage!

The specific details of everything presented in the panoramic picture are too complicated to analyze one by one. However, those things that have been briefly scanned, such as gangsters, prostitutes, drug dealers, casinos, and the violence, lust, and greed abstracted from them,

Numbness, etc., are intertwined and mixed together, forming countless chaotic and dirty colors, splashing over the head and face.

Everything converges into a roaring turbid current, washing away the entire recycling layer, and then merges into the turbulent emotional tide that submerges the entire Xia City - after all, this is just a tributary, and at best it is dirtier.

In this environment, the Human-Faced Spider was very comfortable, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as "like a fish in water." But Ronan soon discovered that the Human-Faced Spider was wandering in the turbulent flow of emotions, but it had a "loss of appetite."

Aren't these filthy negative emotions the food it craved most in the past? This guy relied on similar things to continue to grow and develop, but now, he seems to be disdainful of them.

Ronan tried to communicate with the Human-Faced Spider. Currently, his analysis of the information related to the Human-Faced Spider is far from complete. If he tried to understand it forcefully, there would be many ambiguities and confusions. In the end, he could only confirm one thing:

The human-faced spider has evolved to a certain level, so that the original food can no longer meet its needs - after all, no fish survives by drinking water.

Perhaps the evolution of the human-faced spider is equivalent to the transition from "plankton" to "fish"?

Should he express congratulations?

Just when Ronan was thinking about the problem of "human-faced spider eating", the Deshang Building was already in sight.

Baoyan was already impatient with waiting. At this time, he was standing on the protruding part of the outer wall of the tenth floor of the building, looking from a distance. When he saw the ink flying towards him, he waved excitedly from a distance:

"Quick, quick, I'll find an entrance here."

Mo Mo flapped his wings and looked for a landing place. How could Bao Yan wait? He pointed over his shoulder: "Keep it safe here."

Ronan was not polite to him and gave Mo Mo an order to land directly on Bao Yan's shoulder. Then the two began to exchange information.

"The building from the 30th floor down, including the underground buildings, is a zigzag structure, dividing the inside and outside. In fact, it is a layer of isolation area. Many buildings adjacent to the 'recycling floor' have this structure."

While Bao Yan was waiting, he checked the information: "The isolation area is a one-way passage and is heavily guarded. All permissions are locked. If you want to enter the commercial area of ​​the building from the 'recycling floor', there is no normal channel at all. Anyone can do it."

Same.

"Beyond the isolation layer, it is the world of gangsters. They have opened countless mouse holes here, not only in the Deshang Building, but also in several adjacent buildings. The people living inside are also

Quite a few..."

Ronan listened to Baoyan's chatter there, and also compared this part of the situation with the information he knew, organized the language, and said:

"According to the information I got, there is an underground fighting arena here in the German Business Building. People often come here to participate in gambling and fighting. Many of them are high rollers who spend a lot of money... Jack is the ace host and referee in the fighting arena, and he may also be the ace host.

One of the bosses behind the scenes."

"Underground fighting?" Hearing the word "fighting", Baoyan immediately became interested, "How come I haven't heard of it? There are almost all fighting venues in Xia City, public, private, legal, and illegal. I

I’ve been there all before!”

"...Probably because this is a venue for minors only."

The periphery of the isolation area of ​​the Deshang Building was, as Bao Yan said, dirty, messy, and full of secret passages. Ronan, that is, got a lot of useful information from those gang members, plus the panoramic images of his mental induction.

Support, several transfers and advances, are more smooth and smooth than the gangsters entrenched here.

Baoyan had been holding back his anger and wanted to vent because he was having trouble chasing Jack. Unexpectedly, as soon as Ronan arrived, he directly cheated and opened the map. Along the way, he only saw gangster figures chasing each other, but he could only eat ashes behind.

Very few of them actually encountered him, and all his strength was hardly put to use.

He is not a fool, and he can naturally feel that Ronan is not just using crows for reconnaissance, but has a more advanced perception at work.

"My dear, there's something wrong with your ability! In terms of scope, even Cat Eyes isn't that perverted..."

"Cat eye?"

Ronan was quite interested in the unruly woman who suddenly appeared in his gestalt. Anyway, the movement was not very strong now, so he casually asked: "What is the range of her extra-distance perception?"

"Global perception is fifty to seventy meters; spiritual perception, when in good condition, the limit record is 3,720 kilometers..."

"How much?" Ronan almost choked, "Are you talking about kilometers or meters?"

"It's just kilometers." Baoyan laughed, "It's incredible, isn't it? But this is the scary thing about super-distance perception. As long as the feeling comes, I won't reason with you at all! I think back then, Maoyan was the best at it.

One thing is to use super-sense to guide a megaton earth-penetrating nuclear warhead and smash it directly into the underground lair of the aberration in the wilderness. A standard shot will penetrate the soul. A bunch of military bosses are too high-minded.

They all knelt down!"

"..." Ronan didn't know what to say for a moment. He was proud of the sensing range of his soul body before, but he immediately encountered a standard that he could only look up to.

But then I thought about it again, such a talented person actually entered his gestalt without any interest at this time, and was more or less influenced and controlled by him. The feeling was very subtle.

Baoyan summarized there again: "In a sense, Maoyan's ability should be the type closest to that of a 'psychic', but it is not that mysterious. Apart from being unstable and powerless against dark side species, it is almost

There are no other shortcomings. So, don’t offend her, otherwise she can find you in any corner of the city, and when you are asleep... click!"

Making a gesture of breaking his neck, Baoyan laughed again and pinched Mo Mo's head with his hand: "You really have to be careful. I felt that day that she and you seemed to be incompatible... Hey, there is no way.

Already?"

There is a dead end in front of it, and at the end is a painted white wall. It is solid and has steel plates embedded in it.

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