Chapter 393 Desperate Rescue Speed
"How is it? What is this?"
" Three! I'm not stupid."
"Aren't you afraid that you'll get knocked stupid?"
Bifang smiled. Everyone was safe and sound, which greatly reduced the pressure in his heart. For the moment, he no longer had to worry about oxygen and his life safety was guaranteed. It could be said that except for being buried, everything was fine.
Yao Jun pushed Bifang's fingers away, staggered to his feet, turned on the headlamp, only to find that there were snow walls all around him and a solid rock wall behind him.
"What's wrong with us?"
Rob, who was standing by, also suffered temporary amnesia and couldn't remember what had happened at all.
Bifang narrated the story again, and then told everyone how the current space was formed.
Yao Jun looked shocked, touching the snow wall, not knowing what to say: "Oh my God, I must have saved the world in my previous life."
"The avalanche from the first person's perspective. This is the most shocking film I have ever shot in my life." Jarrett smiled bitterly as he sat on the ground. He had not yet recovered from his near-death experience.
There were four avalanches in ten years, but they encountered only one. Fortunately, there were no casualties.
"Movie, by the way, are you still broadcasting live?" Yao Jun asked.
"There is no live broadcast, and the drone is not flooded, but I still have a first-person perspective camera on my glasses." Bifang adjusted his sunglasses and pretended that the camera was on his glasses.
Although he had brought a headlamp and the darkness was receding, the light was not good. Yao Jun didn't care: "Why don't you continue broadcasting? What good material! This is much more exciting than the last time you pretended to be buried. Hurry up, I have to report to my father that I am safe. The old man must be worried mad! He will beat me with a belt when he gets back."
Bifang readily followed the advice. In fact, when he just woke up, he also had the idea of live streaming to give some comfort to the anxious audience. But when he thought about the unknown life and death of others, it seemed a bit unethical to do a live streaming while they were still alive.
Now everyone is fine and Bifang doesn't mind.
It was 4:34, eight minutes after the avalanche occurred.
[How many teams were buried in total? ]
[I’m not sure, but there are two groups, one for Lao Fang and one for foreigners. There should be at least sixteen people, right ?]
[Didn’t Bifang encounter one before, but was later left behind?]
[Not sure, but they must have stopped working. Those who haven't stopped working will soon be dead. It's been eight minutes. There are still seven minutes left for the golden rescue time, usually less than that.]
[ How to rescue on Mount Everest]
[Helicopter, the helicopter should still be able to fly up now, although it's a bit difficult]
[You can fly but you can’t stop]
[Rampage, didn’t Lao Fang teach you that? ]
[I always feel like Lao Fang should be the one coming to save people now. I can’t do that to him anymore]
Although those phone numbers were no longer in the live broadcast room, the dense barrage of comments never stopped. Every minute that passed, hundreds of thousands of comments flashed by, and even the number of viewers soared to 4.5 million.
Avalanche Live is a historic live broadcast that has never been seen before. Many people who have never watched live broadcasts have been attracted to it. If it is run well, the retention of these unfamiliar viewers will be a huge asset!
Unfortunately, no one knows what happened to Bifang.
There were screams everywhere outside the tent, Wang Yongbo was sighing inside the tent, and the photographer next to him was also at a loss. Not only Bifang, but also his boss Jarrett was caught in an avalanche and his life or death was uncertain.
They could feel the massive avalanche even from the base camp. The snow flowed down the mountain in a torrent like magma gushing out from a volcanic eruption, which was simply beyond human control.
Human beings have evolved for 14 million years, but even with the development of technology, they are still powerless against this kind of natural disaster.
Wang Yongbo looked at the woman beside him and asked, "When will the rescue arrive?"
The woman was a doctor arranged by the guide company and also stayed at the base camp.
Kailei looked sad. As an experienced team doctor, she saw no hope of survival. She was too embarrassed to even speak out when Wang Yongbo asked her questions.
"Perhaps this afternoon, or tomorrow morning."
Afternoon, morning?
Wang Yongbo was stunned when he heard these two words. He even wondered if he was hallucinating because of altitude sickness. The golden rescue time is fifteen minutes, and you told me that rescue may start in ten hours! ?
"Are you kidding?" Wang Yongbo read out each word with a grim expression. He simply couldn't believe such rescue efficiency. Instead of telling him that the rescue would start in ten hours, it would be better for him to start preparing to collect the bodies now!
Kailei was also very helpless, holding his head with his hands, not knowing how to respond.
In fact, she had only based her estimate on the previous rescue operations. In the first three times, no matter which one, the rescue was not launched until the second day, and even the number of helicopters dispatched was pitifully small, even for a major earthquake in China.
The weather on Mount Everest is terrible, and rescue cannot be carried out just because a disaster occurs. Instead of waiting for the rescue team, it is better to save yourself.
Wang Yongbo gritted his teeth and glared at Carlyle. After staring for more than ten seconds, his facial muscles suddenly relaxed. He let out a long sigh and sat down on a chair beside him. No one could do anything.
He mechanically opened his phone and clicked on Bifang's live broadcast. It was still pitch black, and the comments on it were scrolling wildly.
[Eat a full meal and have nothing to do. If you don't do it, you will die. What era is this? You still want to attract traffic with this? It's so old-fashioned]
[How much is one? 50 cents?]
[I think what's wrong with 50 cents? With this 50 cents, people can support themselves and their families. What about you? You envy others for making more money but you don't work hard. You just know how to scold him and you. Is it interesting? You should use the time you spend on the Internet to think about how to make money and how to make your life better. Childish~! ]
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Wang Yongbo, who was already extremely depressed, was completely enraged. Where did these internet trolls come from?
I called the company headquarters directly.
"Where did these people come from? Have you checked their IPs?"
Although Wang Yongbo was angry, he did not lose his mind. He stared at the comments on the barrage and found it very strange. There are all kinds of people on the Internet, and it is normal to have black fans. There are also such black fans in Bifang's live broadcast room, but no one has ever cared about it. Naturally, there are fans who fight back, but the frequency of their appearance is too high now.
"I checked with Mr. Wang, and it's still the same common troll organizations, and the leader is called Old Fox."
"Shark and Tiger Tooth are still determined to kill me? They are taking advantage of the situation now?" Upon hearing the familiar name, Wang Yongbo immediately thought of Langya's mortal enemy and spit out saliva.
Lao Hu is the head of a troll army, known as the governor of 100,000 trolls. He has a lot of contact information for trolls, from big stars on the red carpet to B island up-loaders. As long as they have money, he can give them full marks. Even a teenager with Down syndrome can be turned into a symbol of glory for the Republic of China.
Just as Wang Yongbo gritted his teeth and hung up the phone, Bifang’s live broadcast room on his phone suddenly flashed.
Are you dazzled?
Wang Yongbo rubbed his eyes, but the next second, the camera shook again.
Yes, it did shake!
Wang Yongbo was very sure that after the camera in the live broadcast room shook, a familiar voice came out of the microphone.
"Why is this headlight broken?"
There were two knocking sounds.
The lights suddenly came on in the dark live broadcast room.
"Huh, it's finally healed."
The audience looked at Bifang and said so.
