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Chapter 318: Chapter 315: War Epic

“Fuck!”

When Bi Fang heard the sound of footsteps, his expression tightened. Before he could run away, gunfire rained down like a storm at the entrance of the alley, bright trajectories intertwining into a net, leaving no doubt that anyone rushing in would be shot into a pile of mush.

Accompanied by screams and curses, the previously skeptical audience was utterly convinced. They had indeed stumbled into a local conflict.

When they looked back at the helicopter, it was already gone without a trace.

The pilot had even intentionally gained altitude, visually assessing to have risen at least 300 meters, escaping the range of RPGs.

What a joke, the enemy had RPGs. If the helicopter rushed in, and bad luck struck, the outcome would be certain death.

Delivering a “tourist” was all that was needed; his life or death was of no concern, especially since that’s what he had come for, right?

And that kid was no ordinary person: descending swiftly without safety equipment—was that even humanly possible?

Just clinging to a length of rope and daring to jump down; he hadn’t encountered such a person in all his years of flying helicopters, not to mention how many seconds had that guy taken to rappel just now?

He descended fifty meters in the blink of an eye, something an average person absolutely couldn’t do. And without even wearing gloves, he went down with just his sleeves to protect his hands—truly a tough character.

He must have been a soldier, and not just any regular one. In most countries, the regular army doesn’t train for parachute or fast-rope insertions.

A special forces agent?

Even less reason to worry then.

Thinking this, the pilot pushed the cyclic to fly away even faster, wishing to leave this troublesome place immediately. After all, the man had been dropped off, and whatever happened next had nothing to do with him.

“A bit too thrilling, huh?”

Bi Fang wryly smiled, not expecting to crash into a local armed conflict the moment he arrived; however, by the look of things, he was still alright. The battle was still raging outside the alley, but it hadn’t spread to his location. Yet, he was indeed trapped in the alley.

“They’re still fighting now, but once they sort it out, I’ll be in trouble.”

The audience was feeling the aftershocks, well aware of the extreme danger of the journey, but they had never imagined it would be to this extent. It was just a ride on a helicopter, but what greeted them instead was a rocket launcher.

What an “authentic local experience.”

[Damn it, a rocket launcher right from the start, explosively high-octane]

[Are they shooting a war movie here?]

[Too fierce, right? Master Fang finally shows up and they greet him with a rocket launcher? Where’s the machine gun setup?]

[Hey battalion commander, where’s your damn Italian cannon?]

[Is it really the time to joke? Although it’s not dangerous at the moment, they’re still at war. We could’ve been gone just now.]

This was not a place to stay for long. Bi Fang glanced around twice, fulfilling the role of a “War Correspondent” for a moment, and then surveyed his surroundings. Seeing the wall at the alley entrance over four meters high, he quickly began a short sprint.

In a few seconds of dashing, Bi Fang reached the base of the wall, with no intention of slowing down. His calf tendons contracted sharply, and he leapt from the ground, almost as if teleporting, covering close to a meter in distance. Then, with his feet hanging in the air, he stepped against the wall, using friction to push himself up a second time. Still, it wasn’t enough.

What happened next was startling.

In mid-air, Bi Fang twisted his torso and miraculously stepped against the opposite wall. Utilizing the triangular topography for a third leverage point, he made it to the other side of the alleyway, grabbing the edge of the wall and gently swinging up to straddle the top of the wall.

Fuck, that was cool!

The audience couldn’t really grasp the technical complexity of the action they had just seen. In reality, there wasn’t much to it; as long as you tried a few more times and had enough strength, anyone could do it.

But such wall-scaling skills truly amazed many people, especially the younger ones, who were eager to try. They started thinking about which nearby residential area had this kind of terrain so they could give it a go tonight.

However, Bi Fang, perched atop the wall, did not jump down. Instead, he looked up at the balcony above him, leaped up, and climbed on it. Then his arm and shoulder muscles contracted, effortlessly pulling himself up. The entire process was very smooth, clearly demonstrating the strength of Bi Fang’s upper body.

With his shark muscles and trapezius muscles enhanced, doing pull-ups was a breeze for him. Coupled with the continual upgrades from the System, it would be a waste if he couldn’t do this much.

But what was he up to?

The audience was puzzled and getting impatient. The gunfire nearby had diminished quite a bit—didn’t that mean things were about to end, and they would be caught?

Once Bi Fang entered the balcony, he kicked and shattered the glass. The breaking sound went unnoticed under the cover of the gunfire.

Opening the apartment door, Bi Fang went straight into the abandoned room.

“I am now in an urban environment created by man, and the laws of survival are the same. You need protection, rescue, water, food. To survive, you must keep these basic rules in mind. Survivors of urban catastrophes have to rely on themselves for days before being rescued. Knowing where to find the necessities of life could save you. Unlike in the wilderness, you cannot know where there are more resources in the wilderness. Your only choice is to head towards the equator. The closer to the equator you are, the warmer it gets, and the greater the chances of finding supplies.

But in the city, you don’t need to follow this rule. You can only succeed if you find the right target, not just a vague direction.

Therefore, choosing a high spot to observe is essential. Right now, this building next to me seems like a good choice.

Besides, in a war-torn area, you must understand the distribution of nearby forces, which are friendly and which you should not mess with.

I’ve barged in here; I better figure these things out. No need to interact, just need to see how many of them there are, what the situation is like with their armed forces. Now is the best opportunity while they are still fighting. I need to take a look.”

Inside the room, Bi Fang didn’t rush to go upstairs. Instead, he searched around, found the bathroom, picked up a hard object, broke the mirror on the wall, chose a piece quickly, and moved briskly to the stairwell. He went straight to the rooftop. The whole process took less than two minutes, and the struggle below hadn’t even ended yet.

Bi Fang pulled a silk thread from his clothing, then tied the mirror to a piece of rebar. He carefully poked it out from the building, reflecting a clear view of the street scene below.

The two groups used broken-down cars as simple barricades, shooting at each other.

Thugs drilled hole after hole into the Hummer’s body, the rearview mirror long gone, its side glass shattered.

A streak of light flew over the top of the car and exploded a dozen meters ahead, illuminating the front windshield in a fiery red, countless tiny shrapnel stuck in the engine hood.

All the viewers were amazed.

It’s insane!

“In such a situation, everyone must be very careful. Stray bullets are merciless; even if no one sees you peeping, a stray bullet may come your way, so it’s best to use a mirror to refract and observe the situation. You don’t need to worry about snipers. The training of snipers is very harsh and strict. It’s very difficult to encounter one on the battlefield.”

The chance of encountering a professional sniper in such a battlefield is even lower than the odds of winning a million in the lottery.

And through the small mirror piece, Bi Fang got a good look at the conflict scene. The viewers had an even better advantage with drones, giving them a much better view than Bi Fang, almost like panoramic photography.

Unfortunately, by the next observation, the battle was nearing its end, and the viewers had not seen many intense scenes, but were still shocked by the scale of the broadcast.

Can you really show this kind of thing?