Blown to the Sky

In Hefei, he went ahead to find the location of the Longevity Lock.

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

Mo Qiong searched around. At close range, a paper slip lock was enough, and he quickly found the Longevity Lock.

"As expected... these things were already taken off the children long ago."

The Longevity Lock was among a pile of miscellaneous items, many of which were children's things, even clothes. They were covered in dust, looking like they had been thrown here a long time ago.

This antique, described by Qin Ya as a collector's item, was now like garbage, thrown in this inconspicuous corner.

Beside it, Mo Qiong also found the GPS he had shot over and collected it along with the Longevity Lock.

"This place must also be one of the places the gang would stay."

Mo Qiong secretly took note and hurried to a nearby county town overnight.

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

These five GPS devices were all concentrated on the second-floor corridor of a travel agency.

"Hey, are you looking for a room or looking for someone?" a fat woman followed Mo Qiong upstairs and asked him suspiciously.

After all, Mo Qiong had run upstairs as soon as he entered.

"Looking for a room, but I have to take a look, right? This place is a bit dirty," Mo Qiong said with a smile.

If this travel agency had any connection to that gang, it was certain.

A trafficking gang would not just randomly find an unrelated place to stay.

However, Mo Qiong didn't ask further. After expressing his disgust, he left directly.

It only took Mo Qiong four hours to get here from Weifang. The GPS devices were not discovered, but the place was already empty.

Undoubtedly, the children should have been transferred normally, or rather, they had started to be transported to other places. Hefei was just a transit point on the journey.

"Four hours ago, the location was in this corridor, and now they are gone... This means they were taking the children away at that time."

Mo Qiong frowned. Four hours was enough time for them to travel a long distance.

Where they had gone, Mo Qiong needed to track them using GPS.

If he casually threw a piece of paper, he could certainly catch up to the paper, but who knew when he could catch up to the person.

This meant he had to use a living arrow.

But it was late at night, almost midnight, where could he buy bats?

Even if he bought bats and caught up, what if the other party stopped and went, and continued transporting the children?

His pursuit would take time, and by the time he arrived, they would have left again. Would he have to continue chasing? In the end, he might only catch up at the final destination.

If the five children were transported separately then, it would be even more troublesome.

"Tsk... Actually, the best living arrow isn't a bat."

"It's me..."

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

After all, he couldn't shoot himself. He would definitely use a vehicle, and as long as he pushed the vehicle to reset the landing point, he could interrupt the Absolute Hit to the previous landing point.

In terms of flexibility and operability, there was no living arrow more perfect than himself.

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

He could dive in the sea, but what about on land? He couldn't burrow underground, could he?

However, at night, he could fly directly.

He was wearing all black, flying high enough, and as long as it wasn't in a brightly lit city, it would be fine.

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

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

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

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

However, he didn't fall. His body was lifted high with the stick, heading towards the clouds.

After passing the height of the rooftop, he looked directly at the rooftop, found a landing spot, and casually threw a pen, quickly grabbing it.

At the same time, he let go of the hand holding the stick, and his whole body was pulled towards the rooftop by the pen.

With a click, he let go of the pen and landed on the rooftop. The stick, because its landing point had been reset by him, had already flown there ahead of him.

"Phew... I was still a little panicked."

Everyone is a little afraid of heights; the difference is that some have a phobia, while others are just afraid of dying.

In the operation just now, Mo Qiong originally planned to only use the stick, but halfway through, he still threw a pen with his other hand to make the most secure move.

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

On the rooftop, Mo Qiong tried jumping off a few more times, but he easily flew back each time, confirming he didn't have acrophobia.

He then took off the backpack from his shoulders and gently pushed it forward.

Even though he could fly by casually throwing any piece of clothing, it was too inconvenient.

He needed a mount that was relatively sturdy and could conveniently reset his landing point at any time.

The backpack was quite suitable; he could sit on it, hang from it, lie on it, or even recline on it.

Once the shoulder straps were buckled and the waist strap was tightened, Mo Qiong and the backpack would be securely locked together.

And if he needed to detach from the backpack, it was also very convenient.

He bought this backpack from a middle schooler who was still hanging out late at night. He casually handed over three hundred yuan, and the kid happily dumped all his books and gave him the backpack, even helping him get a few sturdy canvas bags from home.

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

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

Hugging the backpack tightly, Mo Qiong retracted his legs, and his feet immediately left the ground, his body pressing against the backpack as he hovered.

He was flying, but at this speed, even flying, Mo Qiong might as well have been riding a bicycle.

"Next is air acceleration..."

The situation he worried about on the plane was both a curse and a blessing.

For a sealed cabin, it was indeed dangerous, but if it were just a semi-enclosed hot air balloon structure, it would become an accelerator.

Lying on the backpack, Mo Qiong took out a canvas bag, wrapped his hands tightly around it, brought it to his mouth, and blew with all his might.

"Hoo!"

Instantly, the canvas bag swelled up and shot forward.

Mo Qiong's hands stung, and he almost couldn't hold on.

The initial velocity of a person's breath was usually only about ten meters per second, which was why Mo Qiong's normal breathing didn't cause any significant disturbance.

However, if one blew with full force, in terms of initial velocity alone, a person could generate a force equivalent to a level twelve to thirteen typhoon.

This could be roughly thirty-two to forty meters per second of initial velocity.

Of course, calling it a typhoon was just an analogy; the air blown out would rapidly decelerate due to resistance.

But Mo Qiong's air arrow was different; it maintained its exit velocity, hitting the target without any decay.

This was a constant, continuous propulsive force.

Because the path was consistent, the backpack allowed Mo Qiong to fly, and the canvas bag allowed him to accelerate.

He was currently flying towards the children at a speed of about thirty-five meters per second, which was 126 km/h.

This speed was already faster than cars on the highway.

However, Mo Qiong also felt the sensation of a typhoon hitting his face, his eyes almost unable to open.

"But I'm not dizzy... So flying myself is okay..."

"I'll make do with this for now. If I get the money this time, I'll definitely get some good equipment on the way home."

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

Mo Qiong's face contorted as he lay on the backpack, the whistling sound in his ears deafening.

His body tore through the air, and the displaced air was all controlled to flow into the canvas bag, thereby maintaining acceleration.

In fact, with careful control, the air displaced by his body could form currents that impacted his legs, abdomen, and chest.

This, from bottom to top, created an upward lift.

This allowed him, in mid-air, to not have to put all his weight on the backpack; other parts of his body also had a slight buoyancy, as if air was constantly surging upwards beneath him.

However, because he couldn't fly on his own, unless he bought a wing suit, relying solely on air buoyancy would at most be a slow fall. Without the backpack, he still wouldn't be able to float.

"Whoosh!"

Mo Qiong flew through the air, high above the highway, using the darkness to conceal himself as he pursued.

But because he was pursuing personally, he had no way of knowing which car he was chasing, but it didn't matter. Based on the known situation, the gang transported people from one stop to another, not all the way to their destination in one go.

Otherwise, driving for ten hours straight, while adults might endure it, children wouldn't. The group that set out at night would definitely stop during the day and stay in some city or county for another day.

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

"Are we almost there? No, it means they've arrived. They've left the highway and are traveling laterally, so my path will deviate more and more."

As he flew, Mo Qiong squinted and saw a large tree blocking his path on the small mountain ahead.

If he continued flying like this, he would definitely crash into it.

"Wait a minute... You're not planning to go around it!"

Mo Qiong was startled and hurriedly released one hand from the canvas bag, letting the air arrow escape.

Then he blew a breath towards the upper diagonal, adjusting his direction with his mouth.

After dodging the tree, Mo Qiong hurriedly continued to ascend, rising several hundred meters before resetting his air arrows again.

"This altitude is good enough."

After being buffeted by the cold wind for a long time, Mo Qiong felt his whole body turn icy.

However, the other party had stopped, and he was now heading straight for his destination. He was sure he could catch up if he persevered.

He persisted for nearly four more hours. Mo Qiong felt he must be close, and ahead, there was a small county town.

"Where is this..."

Mo Qiong quickly reset his speed and floated just a few meters per second, lying prone on his backpack.

He took out his phone, located his current position, and found he was in a county under a city in Gan Province.

Mo Qiong was speechless. "Damn it... I've crossed provinces again, flown over 500 kilometers."

As he neared the city, Mo Qiong slowly descended and found a place to land.

"Almost froze to death... I can't do this on the way back. Once I earn money, I'll get some gear first."

Mo Qiong rubbed his arms, lit a cigarette, and began to follow the smoke to find the target's specific location.

His expression was weary, and he hadn't slept. He couldn't help but take several deep drags.

In the past, inhaling directly would have choked him, but this time he had accidentally succeeded, and he felt a bit more energized.

He had set out from Dengzhou, enduring the hardships of travel, taking trains, planes... and even flying himself.

Seeing the smoke drift into a dilapidated inn, he couldn't help but sigh, realizing how difficult it was to earn money.

He walked up to the large, closed iron gate, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and knocked.

"Who is it! We're closed!" a shout came from upstairs.

Mo Qiong ignored him and continued to kick the door.

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

Then, Mo Qiong spat smoke into his face, the smoke drilling straight into his nostrils.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The man choked a couple of times, then felt Mo Qiong push past him and barge in.

"Give me a room, I'm staying," Mo Qiong said.

The man hurried after him and grabbed him in the living room. "Stop, we haven't opened yet."

"It's almost dawn, and you're not open yet?" Mo Qiong walked straight ahead with his cigarette. The man was thin and couldn't hold him back at all.

After being dragged a couple of steps and seeing that he was about to go upstairs, the man relented. "Okay, okay, I'll open for you."

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

The man said, "How about 204? Don't make noise this early, we have other guests."

Mo Qiong shook his head. "I don't like 4, let's take 205."

"205 won't do, it's occupied," the man's expression changed.

Mo Qiong took a drag from his cigarette. "It's fine, I'll talk to them, I guarantee they'll switch rooms with me."

With that, he started walking upstairs again.

The man grabbed him. "No, no, how about 206?"

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

The man was furious, his nose practically twitching. He glared. "Are you looking for trouble, you bastard!"

Hearing this, Mo Qiong stopped. He glanced at the man.

The man thought Mo Qiong had calmed down. Little did he know that after a pause of more than a second, Mo Qiong suddenly exploded.

"Bang!"

Mo Qiong kicked the counter, weighing dozens of pounds, sending it flying. He threw his cigarette on the ground.

"I have a temper, you say I'm looking for trouble? You wanna fight?" This sudden outburst startled the man, making him stumble back three steps.

The man was genuinely scared by Mo Qiong. He had never met anyone so unreasonable and belligerent!

"You... you damn... if you dare touch me, I'm calling the police!" the man threatened.

Mo Qiong chuckled and directly took out his phone to dial 110.

The man's face changed. He rushed to grab the phone while shouting, "Come down quickly, someone's causing trouble!"

It seemed someone upstairs had been eavesdropping. Hearing the shout, several sets of footsteps immediately came thundering down.

Mo Qiong sneered. This was more like it.

He had been chasing all night, so cold his face was almost numb. He was looking for a chance to stretch his legs.

p.s: Sorry.