"Isn't this because I'm afraid you will be knocked stupid?"
Bi Fang smiled. Everyone was safe and sound, which greatly relieved the pressure in his heart. He now had no worries about oxygen and his life was guaranteed. It could be said that apart from being buried, everything was fine.
Yao Jun pushed Bifang's fingers away, stood up staggeringly, and turned on his headlight, only to find that he was surrounded by snow walls and behind him was a hard rock wall.
"What's wrong with us?"
Rob next to him also suffered from temporary amnesia and couldn't even remember what happened.
Bi Fang told the story again, and then told everyone how this space was formed.
Yao Jun looked shocked and touched 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 perspective is the most shocking film I have ever made in my life." Jarrett sat on the ground and smiled bitterly. He had not yet recovered from his own escape from death.
There have been four avalanches in ten years, but they encountered only one. Fortunately, there were no casualties.
"Film, by the way, are you still live broadcasting?" Yao Jun asked.
"There is no live broadcast, and the drone is not flooded with it, but I still have a first-person perspective camera, which is on my glasses." Bi Fang adjusted his sunglasses and pretended that the camera was on his glasses.
Although he brought a headlamp and the darkness receded, the light was not good, so Yao Jun didn't care: "Why don't you continue broadcasting? What a good material. This is much more exciting than the last time you pretended to be buried. Come on, come on, come on, I'll do it again
If you want to assure me that I am safe, the old man must be going crazy with anxiety! You are not allowed to whip me with a belt when you go back."
Bi Fang followed the good deeds. In fact, when he first woke up, he also had the idea of live broadcasting to give some comfort to the anxious audience. However, when he thought that other people were still uncertain about their lives, it would be a bit unethical for him to broadcast live on the side.
Everyone is fine now, and Bi Fang doesn't mind either.
It was 4:34, eight minutes had passed since the avalanche occurred.
[How many teams were buried in total.]
[I’m not sure, but there are one team for Lao Fang and one team for foreigners, so there are at least sixteen people, right?]
[Didn’t Bi Fang encounter one before, and then he was left behind?]
[I’m not sure. Anyway, everyone must have taken a break. Those who haven’t taken a break are getting closer. It’s already been eight minutes. There are still seven minutes left in the golden rescue time, which is usually less than]
[How to rescue Mount Everest]
[Helicopters, helicopters should still be able to fly up now, although it’s a bit reluctant]
[You can fly but you can’t stop]
[Rapid descent, didn’t Lao Fang teach you? 】
[I always feel that Lao Fang should be the one who comes to save people now, and I can’t do anything about it]
Although there are no phone numbers in the live broadcast room, the dense barrage never stops. Every minute, hundreds of thousands of barrages pass by, and the number of viewers has soared to 4.5 million.
Avalanche Live Broadcast is a historic live broadcast that has never been seen before. Many people who have never watched the live broadcast are attracted. If it works well, the retention of these unfamiliar viewers will be a great wealth!
Unfortunately, I don’t know what happened to Bifang.
There were screams everywhere outside the tent, Wang Yongbo inside the tent sighed, and the photographers on the side were at a loss. Not only Bifang, but also his boss Jarrett was also hit by the avalanche, and his life or death was uncertain.
They could feel the vast avalanche from the base camp. The snow flow was rushing down the mountain in a vast way, just like the magma spewing from a volcanic eruption. It was simply not something that human beings could withstand.
Humanity has evolved for 14 million years, but even with the development of science and technology, it is still unable to resist such natural disasters.
Wang Yongbo looked at the woman aside: "When will the rescue arrive?"
The woman was a doctor arranged by the guide company and also stayed at the base camp.
Carlyle looked sad. As an experienced team doctor, she could not see any hope of survival. Faced with Wang Yongbo's questions, she was even embarrassed to speak out.
"Maybe this afternoon, maybe tomorrow morning."
Afternoon, morning?
Wang Yongbo was stunned when he heard these two words. He even wondered whether he was hallucinating due to altitude sickness. The golden rescue time was fifteen minutes, and then you told me that the rescue could start in ten hours!?
"Are you kidding me?" Wang Yongbo said each word with a ferocious expression. He simply couldn't believe the efficiency of such a rescue. 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!
Carlyle was also very helpless, holding his head in his hands, not knowing how to respond.
In fact, she only based her estimates on the previous rescue operations. The first three times, no matter which time, the rescue was only launched on the second day, and even the number of helicopters dispatched was pitiful. Even in China, there was a major earthquake.
The weather on Mount Everest is bad, and rescue cannot be carried out only when a disaster occurs. Instead of waiting for the rescue team, it is better to save yourself.
Wang Yongbo gritted his teeth and stared 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 nearby. There was nothing anyone could do.
He mechanically turned on his phone and clicked on Bifang's live broadcast. It was still dark, and the barrage on it was flickering wildly.
[You have enough to eat and nothing to do. If you don’t do it, you won’t die. In what age are you? Still want to rely on this to attract traffic? Old-fashioned]
【How much is one piece? Fifty cents?】
[I think what’s wrong with 5 cents? With these 5 cents, people can support themselves and their families. What about you? You envy others who get a lot but don’t work hard. You just know how to scold them and scold you. Is it interesting? Go online and take out your time.
Think about how to make money. How to make yourself live a better life. Childish~!]
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Wang Yongbo, who was already extremely depressed, was completely ignited with anger. Where did these trolls come from?
I called the company headquarters directly.
"Where did these people come from? Have you checked the IP?"
Although Wang Yongbo was angry, he did not lose his mind. He stared at the comments on the barrage and felt that it was very strange. Everyone can be found on the Internet. It is normal for black fans to appear. There are usually some in Bifang's live broadcast room, but no one cares about it. And
Naturally, some fans responded, but the frequency of their occurrence is too high now.
"After checking Mr. Wang, we found that they are still the same common navy organizations, and the leader is called Lao Hu."
"Shark and Tiger Teeth are willing to kill me. Are they taking advantage of the fire at this time?" Hearing this familiar name, Wang Yongbo immediately thought of Lang Ya's mortal enemy, and his saliva spurted out.
Lao Hu is a navy leader, known as the governor of a hundred thousand navy. He has the contact information of a large number of navy soldiers, from big red carpet stars to island B bosses. As long as you have money, you can get full marks for them.
, even a boy with Down syndrome can be transformed into a symbol of national glory.
Just as Wang Yongbo gritted his teeth and hung up the phone, Bi Fang's live broadcast room suddenly flashed on his phone.
Dazzled?
Wang Yongbo rubbed his eyes, but the next second, the camera shook again.
Yes, it does shake!
Wang Yongbo was very sure that after the camera in the live broadcast room shook, a familiar voice came from the microphone.
"Why is this headlight broken?"
Bang bang, two knocking sounds.
The lights suddenly came on in the dark live broadcast room.