Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness - Chapter 317

Chapter 317: Chapter 314 The Stinkiest Start

As the figure plummeted straight down, the audience’s eyes bulged in shock.

F*ck!

What is the concept of fifty meters?

On a flat plane, it’s nothing too significant, just a few seconds to run across, but in vertical height, it’s an extremely terrifying visual experience, equivalent to an eighteen-story building!

Jumping from such a height, isn’t that a direct descent to the eighteenth layer of Hell, done in one fell swoop?

Moreover… did Bi Fang just jump without any safety measures?

Even the most uninitiated understand that in such a situation, one must secure a harness. But what did Bi Fang do? He wrapped a loop around his waist and just jumped down!?

Fifty meters, it wouldn’t just cause serious injury, it would undoubtedly be fatal!

Yet clearly, Bi Fang was not intending to commit suicide. The moment he jumped from the helicopter, he suddenly turned, winding the rope around his thighs and waist in a specific way like a whirlwind, retracting his hand into his sleeve to grasp the rope, holding tightly onto the long rope through the sleeve while green veins slithered like a snake on his forearms!

With just this move, he greatly reduced the massive kinetic energy, rapidly decreasing his falling speed. The little-finger-thick nylon rope constricted tightly around Bi Fang, sliding swiftly like a python.

Amidst the immense friction, even with a layer of sleeve as protection, Bi Fang’s hands felt as though they were holding a ball of fierce sun, burning through the flesh to the very bone.

The strong wind howled by his ears, buildings overlapping in his view. Bi Fang stabilized his form, not daring to let go for even an instant, straining to look up at the sky while catching a glimpse of a building out of the corner of his eye.

As sunlight slanted down, dark smoke suddenly erupted among the shadow of the building, shooting towards the sky.

“F*ck, an RPG!” Bi Fang, hanging in midair, was almost paralyzed with shock, instinctively yelling out loud.

The pilot’s pupils shrank dramatically, he too had spotted the RPG. He instantly pushed the control stick, and the famously agile “Little Gazelle” maneuvered swiftly. Almost instantly, Bi Fang felt a violent shaking, like a hanging trinket on the rope, being dragged behind the helicopter.

Everyone was dumbstruck, having not anticipated an attack to occur at such a time, and even less that a rocket launcher would appear!

At that moment, the shadow of war loomed over everyone’s heads.

Fire and debris instantly enveloped the building; its already patchy walls burst open with a large hole, chunks of concrete fell from the building’s exterior, hitting the ground and stirring up dust. But it wasn’t over yet – the light of fire flickered within the building, and in the next instant, it triggered a secondary explosion!

The visible shockwave spread out from the building, firelight fiercely contracted then expanded as if gathering strength, sending countless fragments flying, slicing through air with shrill screeches.

The helicopter’s dark green shell was instantly marked with streaks of white, but Bi Fang, descending rapidly below, missed a piece of the action, being not on the same plane. Still, he was sweating profusely with fear.

By this time, he had descended to the very end of the rope. But given the circumstances, the helicopter had long since ascended again, now a dozen meters above the ground and way beyond what a simple fall protection technique could counter.

Given that the enemy had an RPG, a devastating weapon, the helicopter hardly had time to escape, much less to deliberately rescue an unknown “streamer” like him.

As far as the Abbascan officials were concerned, they were naturally welcoming of Bi Fang’s arrival. But when it came to military execution, that was another story – they would not risk a highly valuable armed helicopter for the sake of some streamer.

Yet as Bi Fang watched the helicopter climb higher and higher, he knew that hanging in the air would make him a sitting target for an attack. With a glance, he locked onto a window, steeled his heart, and jumped straight down!

Countless people screamed until they lost their voices, hearts pounding like drums about to burst.

But in the instant Bi Fang fell, he fiercely grasped a rusted balcony mast next to him. However, under the tremendous impact, how could the mast hold up? Even though Bi Fang held on tight, it deformed and bent, emitting a piercing metallic groan, and in a brief moment, it bent to its limit and broke off from the balcony!

But Bi Fang was prepared. As he fell, he had anticipated various scenarios and had readied himself, instinctively adjusting his body. Then, with a powerful kick against the balcony of the floor below, he leaped out like a leopard.

In such a situation, even the quickest of reflexes wouldn’t be enough for Bi Fang to flip into the floor below. Even if one could react, the sheer momentum was not something he could control.

Therefore, his goal wasn’t to cushion his fall, but to choose a landing spot.

The drone followed Bi Fang, and viewers watched, astonished, as he leaped past the balcony, plummeting toward a pile of trash in the narrow alley below!

The city had not seen a proper cleaning for many months, and in the box, there wasn’t even a hint of a garbage bin left, clearly submerged within a mountain of trash. Bi Fang didn’t need to exert much effort and successfully landed amidst it, kicking up a large cloud of dust.

A moment passed.

Under the tense gaze of the audience, a hand suddenly shot out from the depths of the garbage pile. Bi Fang struggled and climbed out, coughing heavily and continuously waving away the dust in the air.

Most of the waste piled here was household trash, devoid of any hard objects and serving as a perfect cushion. Even without the support from that balcony, falling into it would have most likely caused no harm—unless some damned fool had tossed a knife in there.

But that was unlikely; amidst the turmoil of war, even a kitchen knife wouldn’t be carelessly discarded.

A thick stench competed to invade his nostrils first. Bi Fang, with his Wolves King’s Sense of Smell, almost vomited in that instant. Even as he breathed, large amounts of dust and flying insects swarmed into his nose, inducing a surge of acid reflux.

Damn it, what kind of start is this!

Bi Fang cursed inwardly, never expecting such a perilous moment right after disembarking the aircraft!

An attack?

No, without any vendetta or grudge, and hearing the gunshots and sounds of combat from outside, he felt more convinced it was an accident—he had been caught in an unknown conflict!

The armed helicopter he was on was even mistaken for an enemy force.

Fucking hell!

Wasn’t it said there was some distance from the rebels?

He had never started out so destitute.

The audience on the other side of the screen heaved a great sigh of relief upon seeing Bi Fang land safely.

My goodness, he actually survived that.

Master Fang is really lucky!

Awesome!

[Snake-skin Movement!]

[The chubby with potential six-pack abs donated a Spaceship*1 to the host—bull, Master Fang’s livestream never disappoints!]

[Hahaha, starting by falling into a trash heap, is this Master Fang’s worst moment yet?]

[Stop laughing, I was scared shitless just now, so damn terrifying. They fight and kill in broad daylight?]

[Was it intentional? Master Fang, hurry up and escape! If they catch up you’re screwed, right?]

Many viewers were amazed at Bi Fang’s nimble response, and were equally startled by the attack—although it was not targeted at the helicopter, it was still an incredibly dangerous moment in a lifetime.

Knowing it was unsafe to stay long, Bi Fang struggled out from the trash heap with no footing, and once again smelled the stench on himself, which caused another round of retching.

It wouldn’t do; he had to find a place to bathe. The odor was too offensive, especially to his sensitive nose—it all smelled like rotting insects.

After spitting out some gastric juice, Bi Fang dared not linger. He shared his analysis with everyone while simultaneously scoping out the surroundings, looking for a good escape route.

Charging straight out was definitely not an option; the group that had appeared was in the direction of the exit. Fleeing through the alley entrance could likely lead to a head-on collision with them!

While Bi Fang was considering his options, a series of footsteps approached from a distance!