Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Transportation-related tasks, Bi Fang felt that it had been a long time since he had done this type of task, and unexpectedly, two appeared all of a sudden, throwing him into a loop.

One T5, cross the Endless Cang Sea, and one T4, traverse the Blazing Flame Desert.

Water and fire, two extremes — when combined, the difficulty probably exceeds T3, right?

The viewer count requirements for mainline tasks had also risen too quickly, averaging six million online for one and seven million for the other, presenting Bi Fang with a rare sense of pressure.

It's not that he couldn't reach that many people; peaking over ten million was not an issue. The key was the average online count, similar to the last survival challenge in the Arctic Ice Field for one hundred days, where there were a few boring days with little content, and the viewership even bottomed out to just over a million people.

Bi Fang scratched his head, feeling the weight of a mountain pressing down on him, and his playful and up-and-coming mood suddenly vanished.

He threw the wrapper into the trash can, leaned back in the chair, sighed deeply, and looked worried.

Yao Jun, cheeks puffed, struggled to swallow with the help of mineral water. Seeing Bi Fang's expression, he asked, "What happened?"

The more he ate the bread, the harder it became to swallow. But due to his eating habits, Yao Jun kept stuffing more in, causing a huge lump to stick in his mouth, now completely hard to swallow, even with water, and it felt terrible.

In these days, the two's life in hiding was nothing like that of fugitives. Aside from needing to run occasionally and changing places, Yao Jun felt the days were quite nice, like being on a trip to Los Angeles, eating at restaurants every meal, driving luxury cars.

They hadn't run into any thugs or scoundrels either. With Bi Fang standing around, his overbearing aura naturally dispersed, making him seem like a Huaxia person who knew some destructive kung fu, scaring a bunch of losers till they wet their pants...

Cough cough, that was an exaggeration. They hadn't encountered any of Los Angeles's specialties at all. Thugs have a much sharper sense than ordinary people of whom they can mess with and whom they cannot. Those without keen senses wouldn't survive on the streets.

But Yao Jun really felt that Bi Fang had a certain unique aura that could naturally intimidate the riffraff, like encountering a tiger in the jungle; no one would think it was just a big cat and want to go up and stroke it.

At this moment, Bi Fang was still carefully contemplating the tasks.

The world record for crossing the Sahara on foot was 111 days, and that included resupply.

The fastest sailing record to the Nemo Point took 15 days, 10 hours, and 37 minutes, and that's just one way; a round trip would take at least a month.

No matter how you looked at it, there was not enough time.

But the System would not set an unsolvable task.

Bi Fang's thoughts pulled up the task panel, and the detailed starting point of the task was displayed in front of him, along with a detailed task analysis. After delving deeper, he realized the extremity of this task but also that it was not impossible to complete!

One hundred and twenty days, not including the time to build a raft on Easter Island!

That was one point, and the second was that crossing the Sahara did not mean edge to edge!

Indeed, the Sahara is vast, larger than the entirety of Huaxia, occupying nearly the entire top-left portion of the African continent. But it is not all fine-sand dunes; it consists of many parts: Western Sahara, the Central Plateau Highlands, the Eastern Ténéré Desert, and the Libyan Desert.

At the edges of these areas, there are countries and human activities, and although the environment is equally harsh, these are not considered danger zones.

The crossing the System defines excludes most of the peripheral areas, focusing on the most central part, the heart of the Sahara, and this is the most dangerous section of the journey.

Finally, checking once more, the task period was set for one hundred and twenty days, with a time limit of one hundred and forty days, which means there are twenty days of preparation time.

Two days to finish the show, three days of preparation and travel, half a month to build a raft, and then begin the tasks.

There's a chance!

Bi Fang's thoughts became agile, feeling once again that an exciting adventure challenge was awaiting him.

The Arctic journey ended in January, and he participated in the stealthy trailing in between. Although it was a bit troublesome, Bi Fang did not feel much pressure; it was more like a travel experience.

Considering this, he realized he hadn't moved for a full three months, and the unwillingness for mediocrity in his bones surged once more!

"Let's go, today is the last day."

Bi Fang brushed off the crumbs from his body, and the pigeons that had been waiting nearby flocked to him.

"Okay, I'm coming."

Having swallowed the last sip of water, Yao Jun threw the bottle into the trash can and ran over.

The fugitive's goal for covert tracking was to evade capture for a full twenty-eight days, and now it had been twenty-seven days, with just the last day remaining.

In the final moments, the escapee must log into a secure website to obtain the details of their escape, then head to a designated bank, withdraw the ultimate prize of 250,000 Ugly Gold, and leave on a plane to claim victory.

Bi Fang took his phone out of a bag made from four layers of aluminum foil. The quadruple foil wrapping tightly around the device effectively blocked incoming and outgoing signals.

Typically, the smart society would redirect all the battery's energy to search for signals, so single or double layers of aluminum foil could not shield it adequately.

Moreover, there was an even more perfect protective case available, but it was generally not for sale to the public, only "professionals" could buy it through "professional channels."

At first, the phone could be used freely because neither the purchaser nor the signal recipient had any apparent connection with Bi Fang.

But as time passed, Bi Fang had to take certain measures to avoid being tracked.

After logging onto the photographer's website and obtaining the final information, the cheap phone finally fulfilled its mission.

The range stipulated by the program for the escape was 100,000 square kilometers, spanning four continents; however, Bi Fang and Yao Jun had mostly moved around in Los Angeles without going too far.

All the Hunters knew this was their last chance, and they surely wouldn't relax their efforts.

"They'll be leaving by plane, so we need to mark all the airports in the Los Angeles metropolitan area on the map, then make predictions about where they might go and how they will get there,"

"Some are in the city, some in the suburbs, and then there's the Los Angeles International Airport over here..."

"Guys, use your imagination; we're clueless right now."

"Hey, Robert, I have an idea," Ben Owen raised his hand, drawing everyone's attention to himself.

"Speak!"

When Robert silently looked at him, Owen continued, "I think we've overlooked something about airplanes. We only focus on the obvious airports, assuming that planes will land where everyone can reach. Does that remind you of anything?"

Suddenly a Hunter spoke out, "Helicopters! And seaplanes!"

"Oh my gosh, aren't there too many helicopter fields in Los Angeles? How do we search for them?"

"It doesn't have to be a helicopter field; any open area will do."

"We can look up recent helicopter rental information!"

"Right, start at the source!"

"Exactly." Owen nodded, but then he took a twist, "But if the opponent is Bi Fang, would things be that simple?"

Everyone was taken aback again. Were there other possibilities?

"Think about it, everyone. Besides airports and helicopters, where else can planes land?"

Robert said, "On water."

Philips, clutching his head in agony, said, "Water! Oh my, why didn't I think of that? Seaplanes!"

"They won't go back to an airport; that's too simple. Helicopters are also unlikely, as we can all think of that. Seaplanes, yes, seaplanes!" Teresa murmured to herself.

"This move is really brilliant!"

"Los Angeles is arid and lacks water, with hardly any rivers! They don't have many options!"

"The number of seaplanes is extremely limited; we can narrow it down!"

"Yes, Owen, you're a genius!"

Robert gave the order: "Guys, get moving—helicopters, seaplanes; we're going to make sure they have nowhere to run!"