Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Chapter 193: Chapter 190 Ace Pilot

Years later, standing in front of migrating geese returning home, Étienne would remember that distant afternoon when Bi Fang took him flying in a plane, escaping their pursuers.

Look at this opening line, how magically real it is.

Étienne felt this would be the most magical journey of his life, having already encountered wild beasts, eaten raw food, and survived thunderstorms, he was about to face a plane crash!

The sensation of weightlessness attacked once more, his buttocks had lost all feeling, for they had completely left the seat, and his sweat-soaked underwear, hit by the wind, felt not only empty but chillingly cold.

No one could have imagined Bi Fang’s daring; he actually pulled the control stick fully at the moment the plane cleared a low mountain and planted it into the forest like a rice transplanter!

Hundreds of tree branches were broken off in an instant as the plane descended, violently pruned; Bi Fang leaned against the back of his seat, feet on the pedals, maintaining balance in the violent turbulence like a triangle ruler propped between the seat and control stick.

The instant the plane touched the ground, it was as if anesthesia had been injected into the spine, cutting off all sensation below the vertebrae; the plane almost bounded forward on the uneven mud.

It got worse, as the airborne police lost their target and fired stun grenades all around to force them out, Bright Étienne watched the bright trajectories crisscrossing like a net above his head.

“Isn’t this a bit too thrilling?” Étienne screamed.

“Indeed thrilling!” Bi Fang shouted, “Would you find it even more thrilling if I told you there’s a cliff ahead?”

Étienne, fighting his fear, forced his eyes open and suddenly saw a cliff not far away.

“Ahhhh!!!”

The plane passed the dirt slope onto flat ground, and after leaving the slope, it steadied, but the cliff was visible and looming closer!

If they slid any further, they’d fall off!

The plane, like a wild stallion, charged across the mud, its body constantly shaking, with Bi Fang’s foot pressed hard on the pedal, his face expressionless.

In his hands, the plane became an instrument for plowing the earth.

With the cliff approaching rapidly, Étienne’s eyes rolled back further and further, nearly fainting. Bi Fang dared not touch the ground, as the immense ground friction could dislocate his joints and break his legs in an instant, but he released the pedal and slammed his foot onto the front rudder!

The rudder was violently driven into the soil, kicking up dust a meter high, as if an invisible knife was slicing through the earth below.

The steel frame of the rudder emitted a grating groan, the tough metal twisted and deformed at this moment; as it plowed into the ground and piled up more and more dirt, the overwhelming friction drastically slowed down the plane, which even started to turn!

Bi Fang was driving the plane like a boat!

What did he think the rudder was?

An anchor?

Crazy, but effective!

He was the light that pierced the darkness, the Transformer that pierced the universe, the Ultraman that pierced through time and space, the supreme badass that pierced death!

He shattered the darkness with a thunderbolt!

Étienne believed he would never forget this scene for the rest of his life, as the sliding plane kicked up stones and dead branches, leaving two trails that stopped at the edge of the cliff.

The plane stopped before the cliff, like a bull charging toward a bullfighter but whose tail was grabbed at the last moment.

The wings had already reached over the cliff, pebbles fell into the abyss, and in just a few meters, it would fall off, leaving no chance for Bi Fang and Étienne in their seats to survive.

They… were alive!

“Ugh!”

Étienne vomited profusely, ejecting the breakfast he had just consumed mixed with acid. He was as pale as a ghost, his face covered in sweat, looking like he had been fished out of water.

His hydrocephalus was nearly jolted out!

What was in his head wasn’t a brain anymore, but brain pulp that had been turned into juice!

[Whose division commander is this? So brave and valiant?]

[Badass, so badass!]

[My wife has puppy love, and I can see pink hearts in her eyes!]

At this point, the audience was nearly scared to pee themselves, tense and relaxed, even the strongest bladder couldn’t withstand the moment the plane stopped, as many were overwhelmed with the urge to urinate.

Bi Fang was pale, but not quite as miserable as Étienne. He looked at the recording drone, raised his index finger to shush the viewers, and then turned off the live stream.

[???]

[Why did Old Fang end the stream?]

[What does this mean, why end the stream right at the climax?]

[Are they worried that the other side is watching the live stream too?]

[!]

Shuiyou guessed right.

A moment later, Bi Fang deleted all content showing the appearance of the helicopter and started playing the footage of the previous escape on loop again.

[He’s out! He’s out!]

[Why is he taking off again?]

[What does Old Fang mean by this maneuver?]

[I think I kind of get it now, Master Fang is so clever!]

[I still don’t understand, elaborate please?]

[I think Master Fang is worried that the other side is also watching the live stream and has found out he’s hiding in the forest, so he’s pretending to still be flying!]

[Then won’t our comments give it away?]

[Makes sense! Old Fang, run! The helicopter is catching up, it’s getting closer, fly faster!]

[???!!! Learned so quickly?]

Just seconds after Bi Fang ducked into the forest, the ferocious helicopter rounded the hill, aiming to catch up like before, but was surprised to find that the plane had vanished.

The roar of the propellers filled their ears, and all they could see was a carpet of forest stretching out over a million hectares, grand and desolate, the trees swaying in the wind.

Where’s my plane?

How could such a big aircraft just disappear?

Unlike sparse coniferous forests, broadleaf forests have tall trees which create dense shadows below, leaving no light between them, let alone allowing a helicopter to spot anything.

The police inside the helicopter, having fired their stun grenades, were also baffled as to how the plane had suddenly disappeared.

Minutes later, after the pilot had circled around the small mountain without finding any trace of the aircraft, he was at a complete loss.

Watching this scene, Johnny felt a sinking feeling, but the next second, he thought of a solution: “Climb! Climb up!”]

“Yes, indeed!”

The pilot slapped his palm with a fist, having been drawn into a low-altitude chase by the plane, it hadn’t occurred to him that he could ascend for better observation.

Minutes passed again, and the pilot, having climbed to two kilometers altitude, was confused once again. Despite his exceptional eyesight of 5.1, he couldn’t even see a bird.

It seemed as if the plane had disappeared even more completely…

What was this, magic or some kind of mysterious Eastern power?

The pilot, cold sweat drenching him, wondered if he was seeing ghosts in broad daylight.

A silence fell within the cockpit, when suddenly, the chief of police clapped his hands and asked Johnny: “Didn’t you say they were live streaming? Why don’t we check their stream to see where they are?”]

Johnny realized with a start and immediately pulled out his phone. He unconsciously swiped away the missed calls, not caring who had called under such urgent circumstances, he dismissed the log and went straight to Wolf Fang TV.

The forest in question was a government-designated environmental protection area, as seen on the map. The dense forest made building roads through the mountains difficult, deterring settlers, and there was a lack of public amenities. The signal was erratic, especially as foreign programs required bypassing regional restrictions, and despite Johnny’s urgency, the phone kept spinning in circles as it loaded.

It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later that the live stream gradually came into view.

In the footage, the plane was swaying and still flying!

“He must have used some method to shake us off!” The pilot declared as he slammed his fist onto the dashboard, unable to believe that they had been outplayed by someone piloting a light aircraft!

Fury blazed in the pilot’s eyes, feeling his profession had been mocked. He swore to reclaim his dignity, but the next second, a flash of insight struck him like cold water to the face, instantly extinguishing his anger.

He abruptly remembered the scene where the plane had suddenly flown low. A pilot with such superior skills couldn’t possibly be unaware that a helicopter could dive faster.

It was intentional!

The pilot broke out in a cold sweat, his pupils constricting to the size of pinpricks. Could it be, could it all have been within that Huaxia person’s calculations?

First, by feigning inexperience with low flying, he lured the pilot into complacency. After a few minutes of chase, he got him used to the pattern of pursuing at low altitude before using his superior flying skills to vanish. By the time the pilot thought of climbing for a better vantage point, several minutes had already gone by, greatly increasing the distance between them.

Including the time spent watching the live stream, a full twenty minutes passed, and by then the plane had long since escaped.

Who exactly was he chasing?

An ace pilot from the Huaxia Dragon Group?

Could such a person truly be defeated?

The pilot trembled all over.

Chasing a pilot with such exceptional skills, what could he even do?