YM778.TV Chapter 190: 187: Could It Be True?
“Run, run fast!”
Upon recognizing the approaching figure, Bi Fang quickly pulled Étienne onto the airplane, he stretched out his hand to sense the direction and realized he was on the upwind side, immediately understanding that he had been careless.
Only 30% of the indigenous people in Oceania have no body odor, only 10% of whites, and only 0.5% of Blacks!
In other words, apart from East Asians, nearly every foreigner has body odor… that’s also why they need perfume…
So normally, as long as someone approaches, Bi Fang would be able to smell it, but he forgot this point, or rather, he didn’t expect someone to pursue him so relentlessly. He even forgot he was upwind, which meant he couldn’t smell anything; otherwise, he would have noticed much earlier.
The geese were squawking madly, and through Elvan’s training, their fear of humans, especially those armed with guns, was deeply ingrained in their brains!
Yes, the police were armed with guns!
Seeing firearms appear, the audience panicked, those were real guns! Not props from movies or TV shows!
[Damn it, just for catching a bird and they’ve brought guns? Can’t they take a joke?]
[The land of the free, Ugly Li Jian, gunfights every day]
[This isn’t Ugly Li Jian…]
[Old Fang, run for it! If they catch up, it’s all over!]
[This Johnny is such a loser, can’t he take a joke? Old Fang, use your bow and arrow to deal with him! Turn him into a porcupine, let him know who the Number One Archer is!]
Just yesterday, Bi Fang had left a deep impression on the viewers by shooting a rabbit in the woods with an arrow, and many radical viewers even proposed to fight back.
What a joke!
He’s not the Green Arrow!
Bi Fang felt he was only in his twenties and had his whole life ahead of him to enjoy, so there was no need for rash actions.
The two hurriedly escaped onto the airplane and successfully started it before Johnny and the police arrived, causing the plane to glide over the water’s surface.
Seeing that the two were about to fly away just like last time, Johnny shouted, “Quick, stop them, open fire and block them!”
A few police officers exchanged glances, drew their guns and aimed at the airplane, “Sir, stop immediately! Sir, stop now! Otherwise, we’re going to shoot! We’re going to fire!”
But why would Bi Fang listen to them? The journey was already halfway through, how could he give up just like that? He wasn’t here on vacation, what a joke!
After more than ten days of companionship, he had grown fond of the flock of geese, and now they were about to be captured or even killed, he was the first to object!
Bi Fang at this moment was the same as Étienne from before!
Law? What a load of crap.
If there’s a problem with the implementation of a rule itself, then why adhere to it so rigidly?
If there’s something he wants to do, then just do it, it’s that simple.
Under the gunpoint, Bi Fang was extraordinarily resolute, far from slowing down, he increased the engine power to its maximum.
At this moment, Bi Fang had completely forgotten the words he used to stop Étienne back then, a prime example of double standards.
And at this moment, everyone remembered one thing: when it comes to innate madness, Étienne was nothing compared to Bi Fang!
Master Fang was the kind of person who would fight with a bear just for a rabbit!
Elvan, who had been lurking behind the screen, felt his bladder swell when he saw the police draw their weapons, nearly wetting himself.
He had never expected Johnny to dare deploy the police, and even arm them!
This was way beyond his authority!
Bi Fang was just too crazy, completely reckless!
“Fuck! Fuck! Fire! Shoot!”
Seeing that Bi Fang had no intention of stopping, Johnny gestured to the police beside him to take action quickly.
The leading police officer hesitated for a moment and chose not to shoot, in his mind, opening fire just because someone was transporting a few geese across the border was too much of an overreaction.
They weren’t Ugly Country police, and moreover, there was a teenager with them, an accidental injury would be even more unacceptable.
“Damn it!”
As the plane ascended into the sky, Johnny’s eyes turned bloodshot. He had finally found them, and now, were they going to disappear before his very eyes again?
Absolutely not!
Killing all the Geese still leaves some wiggle room, no one cares about a blood test report of a bunch of dead geese, but once successful, the meaning changes completely!
Even if they keep the blood samples, Johnny isn’t afraid. A blood test report looks at the latest sample, the past doesn’t prove anything. It can only show that the Geese were fine before, not that they’re fine now. But if the migration is successful, and they test again…
The near-mad Johnny lunged at the nearby police officer, trying to snatch his handgun!
“Hey! What are you doing!”
The lead police officer noticed Johnny’s odd behavior immediately. The moment Johnny reached for the gun, he withdrew his hand in advance and pinned Johnny to the ground.
The nearby officers also reacted quickly, no longer paying attention to Bi Fang, they all held Johnny down.
The plane flew farther and farther away. As Johnny was pressed down, unable to catch his breath, he watched the plane disappear from his sight once more. His face turned red with indignation, and he shouted loudly.
“I won’t let you make it to France! Never!”
His voice carried far, but Bi Fang in the sky could no longer hear him; he was cheering for escaping once again.
[Outlaw!]
[Hahaha, I suggest you obey the law, Master Fang!]
[Awesome! Daring to fly like that, I get weak at the knees just seeing a gun in real life.]
[Another day above the law, better turn yourselves in, Ah-fang. Uncle Long is everywhere outside!]
“Whew!”
Étienne shouted loudly into the blue sky, feeling absolutely exhilarating!
No one could catch them, nobody at all!
The two laughed in the wind and flew for over an hour before stopping again. With the plane’s speed, they had long left Johnny and his group far behind. Who knew when they would be chased again?
After high-fiving Étienne, Bi Fang calmly walked to the shore and continued his shaving business, as if the recent escape didn’t concern him at all.
[Old Fang’s composure is through the roof!]
[Ditched the pursuers and still shaves calmly, badass]
[I feel like they won’t let Master Fang off so easily, maybe they’ll deploy helicopters for the capture next time?]
[Don’t jinx it above]
[Ace pilot requesting to engage!]
“Don’t worry, if they come at us again, I’ll just shake them off once more. They can only eat dust behind our asses!”
Bi Fang wasn’t too concerned. So what about helicopters? He could even take turns using drainage ditches.
As long as they’re not fighter jets, he’s not worried. However, the police being armed this time did concern him a bit.
He didn’t expect the police to come with guns; Denmark isn’t Ugly Country, not all police carry guns. By rights, what they did shouldn’t warrant the police being armed…
The other side seemed very anxious, seemingly even more determined not to let the Geese migrate than Bi Fang was to migrate them.
Really odd, do they need to go to such lengths?
Are Europeans really this professional? Or is it just something blown out of proportion by public intellectuals?
Shaking his head, Bi Fang continued shaving.
“I advise everyone to shave with a small knife when available; even if you find something sharp like Black Flint, it’s best not to use it for shaving. If you do shave, be extremely careful, because it’s much sharper than metal blades – and that’s no exaggeration, it’s the truth. Most importantly, the edges are highly irregular.”
Bi Fang shaved off a small patch of beard, then took out the Flint Stone from his pocket to show everyone: “Using this to shave could easily leave many bloody marks on your face, which can become easily infected. It’s better not to shave and hurt yourself, we’d rather use Flint Stone to cut our hair.”
“Besides beard and hair, nails also need to be trimmed, as in the wilderness, long nails can easily break and cause infections.”
Bi Fang stretched out his fingers, his hands clean and tidy, showing no signs of having lived wild for more than ten days, his nails barely grown.
[This is outrageous, is this the power of the mighty?]
[Returning to the wild like coming home, all animals here taste delicious and make pleasant sounds, I love it here.]
[Politeness: Are you an animal?]
“That’s because I grind my nails with a stone every three or four days. It’s rough, but very practical. You can just pick any stone, I believe there’s no need for me to say more.”
After finishing his shave, Bi Fang cleaned his Hunting Knife by the shore, and Étienne had also made simple toothpaste and a toothbrush as requested, beckoning him to come over for oral hygiene.