Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness - Chapter 194

Chapter 194: Chapter 191 Too terrifying, completely overwhelmed.

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Oh, how terrifying.

Completely overwhelmed.

Exactly which unit’s retired pilot is this, regardless of technique or tactics, it’s not even close.

The driver’s pupils dilated and then contracted, his little heart greatly wounded, he couldn’t believe he had been outmaneuvered by someone in a glider.

Seeing that the pilot was off, the chief of the police team inquired, “Steve, what’s wrong?”

The pilot looked into the chief’s eyes, his pupils trembling slightly, and he swallowed, “Nothing, nothing at all…”

“Are you sure you’re okay? Why are you sweating so much on your forehead? If you’re not feeling well, should we go back?”

“No! Keep following! We can’t go back without finding them!”

Johnny slammed his phone onto the ground, his voice filled with irrepressible rage; unfortunately, it also revealed his intrinsic frailty.

The chief, who had come to help, was instantly displeased. They had come to assist out of respect for Johnny’s position, and not only was he ungrateful, but what was with that attitude?

Do fuel and ammo cost nothing?

They would have to write a report to explain why they used the ammunition today. Did he really think that their job was that easy?

Thinking of the follow-up work, the chief lost his enthusiasm and, regardless of Johnny’s reaction, waved his hand, “Search two more rounds, and let’s go back no matter whether we find them or not.”

…

The helicopter circled overhead for almost half an hour, and Bi Fang nearly thought his tricks had been seen through and considered fleeing. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to do so, the situation turned, and the helicopter left.

Yet, Bi Fang didn’t start the live stream again; instead, he quietly waited, worrying they might double back.

He also didn’t forget to record with the drone. After the event, such a thrilling moment could be shown to the audience.

“How are you feeling, any better?”

“A little.”

Étienne leaned against a tree, continuously drinking water; after half an hour of recovery, his headache had subsided somewhat.

The recent events could really scare the life out of someone, with blood pressure soaring off the charts, his pale face turning red from fear.

Twenty minutes later, the helicopter flew over their heads once again, this time not stopping but continuing straight on.

“Are they gone now?”

“Wait a bit longer,” Bi Fang signaled to Étienne to be patient.

He knew that his narrow escape was not due to proficiency or tactics, but rather to his wit.

The helicopter’s pilot simply couldn’t imagine that anyone would be so crazy as to force their plane to nearly crash for an emergency landing and hide in a forest within seconds of evading sight.

It was only because his light aircraft was not heavy and had minimal inertia that Bi Fang had been able to control it. If it had been heavier, it might have crashed outright.

Well, not necessarily. Friction would also increase; it’s a function of multiple variables.

Meanwhile, the pilot, who was unaware of the reality and believed he had been bested by superior skills, was still in meltdown…

Bi Fang crouched down to check the direction rudder of the airplane; its alloy frame was completely deformed, and the rudder was almost snapped off.

It was useless now.

“Can it still fly?”

“It can fly.”

Bi Fang tapped the direction rudder, which emitted a dull thud, as hard as iron, beyond hope of bending back to shape.

This was a seaplane where the pedals could control two kinds of steering, both in water and in the air. The damaged direction rudder was for steering on water, while the air control used the wings, tilting them to create a effect similar to ailerons, thereby generating steering force.

So the broken direction rudder wouldn’t affect flying; at most, they wouldn’t be able to turn on the water. For flying, the wings were the main thing.

After another twenty minutes, once sure the helicopter had flown away, Bi Fang finally turned the live stream back on. What they needed to do now was to fly away as soon as possible, before the other party could piece together the truth from the live stream and come back.

[He’s started, he’s started again!]

[Waited a whole hour, man, that’s so cautious, I hail Old Fang as the most shrewd!]

[I feel like the other side is completely baffled.]

[Who the hell could have thought of that, Master Fang’s brain is too powerful, so smart to do something like this!]

[Even if you think of it, you wouldn’t dare to do it, in the end, Master Fang is just too badass!]

The audience’s livers trembled with excitement, the scene of the airplane landing had been so awesome that an hour passed and they still hadn’t recovered from the excitement.

But what were they to do next?

The seaplane had landed in the forest, how were they supposed to take off?

There was only the hard-packed dirt ground, no lake for it to taxi on, and without a runway, how could the plane fly?

“Isn’t there a cliff? Push it off.”

Bi Fang propped his chin, pondered briefly, and came up with an answer.

Étienne: “!”

Why did he have a bad feeling about this?

He went to the edge of the cliff and, looking down at the twenty-meter drop, his legs instantly went weak.

“No, no, no, it can’t be, that high?”

Bi Fang came beside Étienne, looked down and nodded: “Indeed, it’s pretty high.”

This height would make most people’s legs go weak. Many people have no concept of height, but a five-meter diving platform is enough to discourage fifty percent of people.

A ten-meter platform without training almost invariably causes leg weakness, it’s just that most people don’t feel it when looking from the side.

“But this height is just perfect. Any lower and the plane could easily fall to the ground before taking off.”

Étienne shuddered at these words: “Fall to the ground!”

Three minutes later.

Étienne sat shivering in the back seat, watching Bi Fang start the engine. But even at full throttle, the plane didn’t budge, the friction was too great.

“Whew.”

Étienne let out a sigh of relief, as if they wouldn’t have to fly after all.

Bi Fang came down and looked at the motionless plane, frowning: “No, the resistance is too great. Someone has to push from the behind.”

Étienne: “…”

“Who’s going to push… and who’s going to pilot?”

“You’ll pilot.”

“Me again?” Étienne pointed at himself.

Bi Fang nodded: “Only you can push. Otherwise, how would you get on after pushing? You can’t manage it, I have to do it.”

In the moment of pushing the glider off, he would have to grab the pontoon and climb up. This was much more dangerous than piloting the glider, so it had to be Bi Fang himself.

“Don’t worry, I’ve flown for so long, I know the power of this plane. Twenty meters is enough for it to take off, don’t be afraid.”

“Okay…”

Étienne was persuaded, once again taking his place at the pilot’s seat, starting the engine.

Bi Fang placed wooden sticks under the plane’s floats, pushing it to see if it really could move.

“Ready?”

Étienne, sitting in the pilot’s seat, gave an OK gesture.

Bi Fang walked to the back of the plane and took a deep breath. His arms were not bulky but had the sinewy strength of bamboo, with a special rhythm when the power surged.

The strength bursting from flexibility was much stronger than pure brute force.

Bi Fang steadied the plane, focused, and channeled a long breath from his lungs to his fingertips before exerting his strength!

The plane slowly started to move, the wooden sticks at the bottom began to roll, and the wings inch by inch jutted out over the cliff.

The audience in front of the screen held their breath, knowing this was a critical moment.

Soon, most of the wing had been pushed out.

Bi Fang’s eyes narrowed, and he increased his force. The plane, already on the edge of the cliff, suddenly sped up its descent. Rocks tumbled down the cliff with a dull rumble.

The plane slid faster and faster, and when it was nearly halfway out, it began to fall on its own, careening off the cliff side.

The audience was startled at this sight, but then a figure sprinted and leapt from the cliff, diving soundlessly into the abyss.

In Peter’s pupils, the white plane soared, and Bi Fang, clutching the plane, swung into the seat.