Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness - Chapter 185: 182 Chapter: The Petrel Madman!

A complete madman!

Johnny’s pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, unable to imagine a scene akin to movie special effects unfolding in reality.

The wings of the glider were above his head, within reach if he stretched out his hand, but no one would ever think to control the angle of an airplane in this manner.

This was something only a madman would do! Not even the most skilled stunt performers would dare attempt such a feat! A single slip would mean being shattered to pieces!

The black sea churned, as if the airplane, mimicking a shaking vessel, followed suit, with a force beneath that seemed ready to tear the ocean apart at any moment.

But in this moment, Bi Fang was the captain in the midst of the tempest, pulling the ropes of the sail to break through the colossal waves!

This was no mere wing; it was a sail facing the wind!

There were no words to describe the shock of this moment, that surging and brave force, like feeling the birth of lightning in the center of a storm cloud, or like witnessing humans create fire in the depths of ancient darkness, embracing light for the first time in the night.

In an utterly impossible manner, Bi Fang saved the plane that was about to fall, declaring that life’s opportunity is hidden even in what seems like an impossible dead end!

Dangling beneath the wing, his weight over seventy kilograms pressing down, he rapidly forced the skewed wing down.

The rain poured furiously, streaming down the edge of the wing, encasing him as if in a veil.

Bi Fang wiped the rainwater from his face and began moving toward the center of the airplane.

The rain sought to knock the plane into the sea, while the wild wind hoisted it to the sky; through stillness and motion, the airplane maintained a strange equilibrium.

The Goose flew beside Bi Fang, with him commanding the dark clouds, and the lightning serving as his weapon in battle. He was a knight, an invincible warrior in the wilderness.

Touching the pole, now slippery from the rainwater, Bi Fang inched towards the center of the plane. He dared not let go; the veins in his forearm stood out like twisted snakes, his unmatched strength converging there. If it were a hollow steel tube, it might have already crumpled.

Finally, when everyone was nearly out of breath, Bi Fang returned to his seat.

The audience gasped for air, the scene before them had even made them forget to breathe in unison.

“fuck!”

Johnny hung his head in frustration, unable to believe there was still a chance for recovery in such a situation?

“Could it be, could it be that even God is helping them?” Johnny had a desperate thought, but he instantly dismissed it, “No, impossible! If God were really helping them, they would not have encountered the storm in the first place!”

Yes, it had to be that way!

Johnny stared intently at the screen; what did it matter if the plane hadn’t crashed?

Lightning, torrential rain, strong winds!

They would never make it through the North Sea!

Bi Fang returned to his seat and, instead of shrinking back, piloted the plane up into the sky!

This storm, formed by the convergence of cold and warm air, moved very quickly; they had no retreat. Since escape was impossible, they would have to break through the storm!

Lightning serpents struck the sea’s surface, with the ocean stretching as far as the eye could see, dark waves surging forth and crashing into each other, creating white foam.

The sea heaved, looking like an endless wasteland, with branched lightning striking the surface, as if bizarre giants trees were growing from the black wilderness into the clouds.

Etienne leaned tightly against the back of his chair; he seemed to be able to smell the scorching scent of lightning cutting through the air as the geese on both sides let out overwhelmed cries of distress.

Wait, geese?

Etienne hastily looked to the side, saw the geese tumbling and stumbling around, and quickly warned, “Don’t fly too far, stay close to us!”

At that moment, the airplane also reached a critical point, Bi Fang flying higher and higher until they almost burst into the clouds, where everything was a dark expanse.

“Etienne, hold tight!”

Bi Fang yelled a reminder to Etienne, then charged into the dark clouds, aiming to fly above the cloud layer!

The frontal cloud system was mainly stratocumulus, but due to the subsidence inversion in the cold and warm air masses, the thickness and height of the clouds were limited. Over the marine environment, the base of the cloud layer was no more than six hundred meters above the ground, with a thickness ranging from a few hundred meters to two thousand meters. If they could find a weak spot, they could escape this storm!

The airplane shuddered like a roller coaster, countless spectators shut their eyes, unwilling to watch anymore, and Etienne gripped the armrest white – knuckled.

The raindrops were so dense it seemed as if they shattered against each other in mid-air, turning into a spray of water as they fell into the sea.

Humans struggled, and the geese struggled too.

They flapped their wings with all their might; this was the only disaster they had ever encountered since birth, but their thoughts were simpler: as long as their wings weren’t broken, they would never stop.

The heavens roared in anger, the ocean bellowed, and darkness shrouded everything, making it impossible to distinguish directions. But just then, a ray of light suddenly pierced through in front of them, and Bi Fang looked up to see —a hole in the clouds!

It was as if the sky had a large hole torn through it, and light seeped in.

Bi Fang stepped on the pedals, the once assisting gale now becoming the greatest obstacle. It was an untamed wild horse, and only the most skilled rider could tame it, but Bi Fang was undoubtedly such a king.

He gripped the control column tightly, as if choking the wild horse’s neck, never to let the plane spiral out of control. As long as they could enter the cloud hole, they would survive!

The plane wobbled and shook, and the nerves of the audience grew taut as they watched Bi Fang inch closer to the cloud hole. But suddenly, a gust of wind struck, blowing the almost-entering airplane away from the hole.

A shadow fell over Etienne’s heart, as if plummeting into an icy abyss.

Bi Fang quickly adjusted the direction of the plane, aiming for the cloud hole again, but the wind grew stronger and the plane was blown farther and farther away, the once close cloud hole seeming to vanish from sight.

Damn!

As the hope for rescue grew dimmer, Bi Fang made a bold decision and shut down the engine, turning the glider’s rudder to the max.

[Holy crap, what’s he doing? Has he given up the struggle?]

[Wori, don’t scare me like this!]

Nobody understood Bi Fang’s maneuver; the audience was stunned by his actions, completely at a loss about what he was intending to do.

Was Bi Fang seeking death? Of course not! He was using the wind as an ally!

A cloud hole’s presence meant only one thing: a cyclone was here!

Without the engine’s resistance, the plane was pulled like a kite by the storm, but just as the cloud hole was about to disappear, the wind changed direction!

In that moment, the plane, like a ball thrown in an arc, was pulled infinitely far before it suddenly changed its trajectory and flew back towards its original direction!

“Boom!”

The engine roared to its maximum as Bi Fang stepped on the rudder, the airplane shot toward the cloud hole again with the slingshot like inertia.

Gonna die, gonna die, gonna die!

In the backseat, Etienne felt a strong push against his back, almost screaming out loud, his stomach churning violently, just short of an erupting outlet, and everything around him blurred due to the high speed.

There was silence in the live broadcast room; no one had thought breaking through would be possible in such a way, even to entertain such a thought was beyond human limits!

No one could have thought of it, no one dared to do it, no one could succeed.

Could Bi Fang succeed?

Was he really human?

No one answered because the answer had already presented itself.

When light pierced the black clouds again and appeared before their eyes, this miraculous scene caused countless foreign viewers to cross themselves and kneel in prayer, their devotion intense.

The light grew nearer.

The dense clouds seemed to boil, and the hidden sea level within the black clouds suddenly lit up like it was on fire, the line where the sea met the sky especially bright, as if sunlight were shining on the surface of the water.

The cloud layers were like an ocean.

The once unsteady airplane suddenly steadied, sunlight streaming through the atmosphere and filling Bi Fang’s slightly dilated pupils.

They had succeeded, they were now above the cloud layer, three thousand meters in the sky!

Peter and Gwen looked at each other, cheering as they tossed blankets into the air, arms over each other’s shoulders, twisting and making mocking faces at the aunt who had come at the news.

Lenin was shaking Elvan’s shoulder vigorously: “Elvan, they did it, they made it!”

“Yes, yes,” Elvan laughed happily.

Everyone was cheering, celebrating this victorious moment.

“Damn, damn, damn!”

Johnny banged his head against the steering wheel; the fast food he had eaten at noon was creating havoc in his stomach. He felt like vomiting but couldn’t, danger growing closer and he had no idea how to solve it, everything had slipped out of his control from the start.

It was just a plan that seemed impossible to achieve, just a trivial matter, so why had it turned out this way?

While everyone else was cheering and jubilant, not a single smile could squeeze itself onto Etienne’s face; in a panic, he shouted, “Wait, Amu, Amu is gone!”

What?

Bi Fang was taken aback; he quickly looked around but did not catch sight of that familiar black silhouette—the pair of Barnacle Geese was missing one!

“Damn, it got lost?”

“What to do? Could Amu be dead?”

“Damn, damn, damn, how could it get lost?”

The initial joy stalled, no one had expected this to happen.

But how could they find a lost Goose amidst the storm?

It was impossible!

Bi Fang flew the plane in circles, again and again, blowing the horn, but it was completely futile. Inside the cloud hole, thunder roared; it was like two different worlds.

One side heaven, the other side Hell.

Lightning could not deter Bi Fang’s confidence to move forward, but at this moment, he hesitated.

Should he go back to look for Amu?

In his heart, Bi Fang already had the answer; it was too dangerous, and the chances of finding Amu were slim to none, nearly impossible. To give up was the wisest choice.

Etienne in the back seat understood something too, he knew Amu might never come back…

But he said nothing, Etienne knew it was the right choice. He had been willful more than once, but this time his willfulness was no use.

The Geese slowed their speed, as if they realized one of their companions was gone for good, letting out mournful cries.

But among them, there was one cry that seemed particularly tired, yet it conveyed tenacity.

“Is that Aga?”

Bi Fang looked to the side, towards the other Barnacle Goose, which might have been more upset by the death of its kin than the other geese, but then he realized something was off—Aga was not the one calling, yet the cry rang out again.

Etienne followed the sound and his pupils widened drastically.

Within the cloud hole, a small shadow was struggling to avoid the lightning, flapping its wings hard, flying towards the airplane.

“Awesome!”

A man’s voice suddenly erupted in the last subway car, his fists clenched as he shouted, scarcely believing the sight, it was a miracle!

The man was so excited he nearly jumped, a perfect ending! A perfect ending!

“Mister, you again?”

Yang Ziyun unexpectedly encountered the same person on the same subway line!

How could she forget the uncle who had sarcastically taunted her before?

What bad luck!

Without meaning to, Yang Ziyun glanced at the man’s phone screen.

“Oh, isn’t this Master Fang’s live broadcast? Uncle, why are you watching it?”

The man’s face turned awkward.

Gonna die.

How was he to explain?