Carrying the ape into the room filled with instruments and equipment, the two of them could not make heads or tails of the aliens' network hardware. They only knew that every metal construct resembling a skyscraper was probably an information-processing unit.
"What do you think?"
Su Ming asked Bobo. This was exactly when Beast Intuition was supposed to come into play.
Hearing Deathstroke's question, the ape's nostrils twitched a few times as though he were catching a scent in the air. Then he pointed in a direction, as casually as if he had picked it at random.
"Over there, I reckon."
He had even inverted the sentence, making himself seem all the more mysterious.
Su Ming had great faith in Little Lucky Ape. As a small animal without the strength to truss a chicken, he had followed Su Ming through life-and-death situations countless times. At a critical moment like this, he certainly would not let him down.
So Su Ming raised a hand to shield the ape's head, then abruptly accelerated. Seven-colored Cosmic Energy burned around him as he headed toward their destination.
This place called the server room was enormous. Su Ming estimated that it covered no less than fifteen New Yorks. If they wanted to find the key central information hub here in a short time, they had to rely on something mystical.
The towering metal structures might have looked like skyscrapers to Su Ming and the ape, but from a different angle, viewed from high above, they might have been nothing more than components on a circuit board.
Turning left and right through streets outlined by the components, the ape kept one hand pointed down the road. Su Ming flew at a relatively slow supersonic speed so Bobo could observe the surroundings at any moment and find