Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Chapter 345: Chapter 343 Swamp

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A massive moon leapt out of the dark clouds and rose slowly outside the window.

Moonlight spilled in, like the tide rushing towards the shore, enveloping the entire factory in the cold, watery light of the moon. The shadow of the window pane cast across Bi Fang’s face as he sat in silence, tilting his head up to meet the moonlight.

Though beautiful, he would have preferred the moon to keep sleeping at this moment.

Moonlight would reveal more traces.

“Huh…”

Matthew swallowed, his breathing slightly heavy but soon held back. He looked around, even out of the window.

The entire city was dark; no lights, no fires—there was only him and Bi Fang left.

Matthew found it strange, as he had thought his news would shock Bi Fang, or at the very least elicit some reaction. The seriousness of Bi Fang right now had even made Matthew think those two had returned.

Bi Fang’s sudden silence left Matthew unsure of what to say next. It was as if he had told a joke that only he found amusing, chilling the atmosphere instantly.

Matthew dared not speak again, nor even breathe too heavily. There was a silence in the factory that seemed forbidden to break.

Only in the live streaming room, unlike the cold factory, a near uproar ensued.

[Is this for real, human trafficking?]

[Unexpected, yet not surprising.]

[Are you kidding?]

[Scared the hell out of me.]

Having been busy with exams and absent for a long time, Wang Xiaocong finally managed to make time to watch Master Fang’s live stream today but had not expected to be hit with such explosive news.

He suddenly patted Kong Chao on the shoulder, “Hey, do you think what he said is true?”

Kong Chao’s expression was a bit unnatural, clearly stunned by the news as well, “It should be true, since the guy knows Master Fang, it’s unlikely he is shooting in the dark…”

They exchanged glances and then fell silent.

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“What if this is true?”

Cao Lifeng repeated this phrase over and over in his dormitory, his heart filled with both fear and excitement, as if he could already see the scene of Bi Fang wreaking havoc.

His roommate felt the same.

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“Do such things really exist?”

In the greenhouse, Étienne turned to look back at his father Elvan. He still found it hard to believe that such things could actually happen in reality, just beyond a screen’s separation.

Elvan, who was tending to a new batch of precious birds, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and carefully returned the migratory bird to its straw nest. He, too, was shocked by the news, but having experienced more of life than Étienne, he soon regained his composure.

Is it strange?

Strange, because it’s sufficiently horrifying to consider what would happen to the people taken away as “goods.”

What could men provide? Healthy organs, hard labor in mines, or even as consumables in games—every horror depicted in movies has occurred in reality.

Not to mention women.

Yet, it’s not strange at all that such things would happen in an abandoned city; it’s almost inevitable, not some sudden coincidence.

The only coincidence was that Matthew stumbled upon it and exposed it to the viewers.

Étienne was stunned into silence by his father’s confident answer.

Elvan smiled and patted his son on the head, “Anyway, just trust Bi Fang. He always finds a way, doesn’t he?”

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Bi Fang remained calm because he knew such events could occur and even had mentally prepared for them. After so many adventures, Bi Fang had developed a strong mindset, and he could even guess why Matthew had come to find him.

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After a long silence, Matthew could no longer hold back. He took out his camera from his backpack and whispered, “I have photos, I took pictures, you can see…”

Unexpectedly calm, Bi Fang did not reach for the camera but instead looked at Matthew and countered, “You should go to the local government with this kind of thing, or even the rebels. Anyway, you should not come to me, I am just one person!”

“I know! Of course, I tried, but, but…”

Matthew became agitated. He had indeed tried before, as soon as he had the chance while his phone was still with him, he attempted to contact the Abbascan officials, but the result was as expected.

The eastern front was tense, all the troops were as if stuck in a quagmire.

They had no spare capacity to deal with a local gang, even if appalling events were taking place there. By the time they got the message, it would still be a two-day wait.

A two-day wait, how could he wait?

Not even one day could be waited!

“The message I overheard is that they will ship this batch of people out in three days, and one day has already passed, we only have two days left!”

Seeing no reaction from Bi Fang, Matthew revealed even more shocking news.

“Wait, you overheard? How did you overhear it?”

Bi Fang suddenly interrupted, picking up on a key point.

“I just… just sneaked in…” Matthew was taken aback, not understanding why Bi Fang was asking this, “Their defenses were not particularly tight, or rather, there weren’t any. There were just a dozen or so people. When I went, they were gathered drinking. I took the opportunity to slip in…”

Bi Fang’s mouth twitched: “Is… is that so?”

The online friends were also bewildered. Was it really that simple?

[Damn, why do I feel like this gang is completely unreliable?]

[Yeah, I see a chance. Go for it, Master Fang!]

[I choose you, Pikachu Fang!]

Bi Fang tapped his index finger against the ground like a pendulum.

Tap tap tap…

The two people who had just appeared made Bi Fang believe that this group was professional and may have even received professional military training. If that were the case, he would never agree to Matthew’s request.

It was not a matter of unwillingness, but of not wanting to find death.

Better to avoid trouble, especially involving foreigners, but after all, it had happened right before his eyes.

If he hadn’t seen it, it would have been one thing, but having seen it, Bi Fang suspected that if he remained indifferent, the audience would curse him to death, and he could forget ever becoming a top broadcaster.

They don’t care how many people are on the other side, or how many guns they have. Most people’s thinking would be: If Goose can save, why can’t people?

Although the levels of danger were entirely different, bystanders never care about that. People always like to add fuel to the fire, never considering whether the flames are burning the right things or if they will burn themselves.

Therefore, when Matthew said what he did earlier, Bi Fang was somewhat dissatisfied inside, but

but now, looking at Matthew’s description, this group seemed more like a ragtag bunch. It might be doable if one was careful.

But it was still very dangerous. A dozen people—if they all had firearms, no, they would definitely have firearms.

Overseas, especially in war-torn regions, one should not harbor any illusions about this and had to be well-prepared. The rocket launcher incident when he first arrived was still fresh in Bi Fang’s memory.

Wait, could these people be the same group?

Bi Fang’s thoughts stalled. He hadn’t strayed far from the initial landing point these past two days, roughly staying within the industrial area. Just like any animal, humans also have a sense of territory, and this rings true for gangs that form as well.

In a desolate city, the territory a gang can hold is quite vast. The people Bi Fang had encountered initially could very well be the same group!

Bi Fang narrowed his eyes, his tapping index finger paused, about to say something, when a sharp screeching of brakes came from outside—clearly, a vehicle traveling at high speed had come to an abrupt stop in front of the factory.

“A car?” Matthew stood up, intending to go to the bedside to look. If it was a survivor, it would be best to drive them away to avoid being caught by those two people.

Bi Fang suddenly grabbed his wrist, “Don’t go out, it’s not just one car coming, it’s a convoy!”