Chapter 195: 192 said it and it happened

“Where to next?”

“Keep heading south.”

Bi Fang put on his wind goggles, and the wind sent the straps fluttering to the sides, dancing like snakes.

Johnny’s pursuit had given Bi Fang a sense of crisis. They needed to speed up their migration, as the same tactics couldn’t be used a second time. If a helicopter came after them again, they would have no chance of escape.

As the duo’s fame grew, the likelihood of being spotted and posted online along their route grew higher, and the timing and precision of their location would become increasingly accurate.

“But why is Johnny so desperate?”

What puzzled Bi Fang the most was Johnny’s behavior. It’s one thing to be a park director with a sense of responsibility and personally take part in the chase, but his actions seemed excessively dramatic.

He had traveled all the way from Finland to Denmark, and they were about to enter Germany. When he couldn’t catch up on land, he immediately deployed a helicopter for aerial pursuit. It wasn’t something that could simply be explained by a sense of duty.

It was more like… impatience?

As Bi Fang considered deeper reasons, the live comments suddenly became harmonious, with everyone posting the same thing.

The last time this happened, it was when the online community wanted to ensure Professor Gu Qingyuan’s words were conveyed accurately.

Bi Fang scrolled up to look, and sure enough, it was Gu Qingyuan again. His fans recognized the old professor by now, and when they saw his post, they immediately copied and pasted it to make sure it would be seen.

[Bi Fang, Elvan asked me to tell you that the park has given up the chase! They are already contacting Johnny to call him back, so you can continue with your plan.]

Oh?

Bi Fang was overjoyed—just as he was worrying about how to avoid pursuit, Elvan brought good news. It seemed Elvan hadn’t been idle!

This news greatly boosted their spirits.

Great!

Now that this was the case, it was time to give it their all!

…

The tavern was bustling with noise.

“A story about a little boy and a Huaxia man with a flock of geese?”

“Yes.”

“I know, a splendid adventure…”

…

In the park.

“Hey, Lilith!”

“What are you doing here? Don’t tell me…”

“Yes, I’m here to take pictures. The news said they might fly over this area! It’s so exciting! That Huaxia guy is so handsome! I’m totally obsessed with him, just seeing his face gets me excited!”

“Me too! His muscles are so beautifully defined, oh my god, it’s a shame he doesn’t have Latte, or I would follow his personal account.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

…

“Governor, please look.”

The governor took the newspaper and looked at the headline.

[An Incredible Journey.]

The governor shook his head, failing to understand why such matters were notified to him, and casually threw the paper onto the table.

“Let them go. We can’t stop them anyway. What kind of story is this? Just a man flying with geese, right? Aren’t there more important things to worry about? Forget it, I didn’t see it. Next.”

…

“This fantastical adventure tale is exactly like ‘The Wonderful Adventures of Nils’, a novel beloved by readers… Twenty days ago, they started from the Polar Region, planning to cross the whole of Europe to the south, reaching the Camargue Wetlands Nature Reserve in France, leading twenty endangered White-fronted Geese on their migration, hoping they can return to the wild.”

“As of now, the two have reached Germany and are about to enter France. Their dream is near at hand. This journey is a combination of science and culture and represents a highly significant adventure that deserves attention. Video related to it can also be found online. This is the morning report.”

“No.”

Legoff shook his head slightly, as this was not an adventure worth caring about, a complete waste of effort.

Clipping the wings of the geese was the best option, raising them like ducks, or else keeping them in cages, but Elvan had never listened to him.

Legoff had never supported this plan because it was impossible to realize.

Back when Elvan had approached him with the bird eggs, Legoff had clearly refused, citing the difficulty of flight, the abundance of uncertainties, and even if migration were successful, what then? Would the geese return next year? Could they breed successfully? It was impossible for a species to survive based on these few geese alone, would they do this every time?

It was just a plan approval that allowed Elvan to raise geese, what was the big deal?

The plan was doomed to fail, that was the reason.

He was convinced.

…

“Hahaha, see that? They’re welcoming us!”

Bi Fang piloted the plane through buildings, looking down at the entire city from high above.

People crowded at the traffic lights waiting to cross, office workers in neat suits and shirts went in and out of upscale office buildings, the girls’ attire was very much like what you’d find in fashion magazine templates.

People looked up as if by agreement, watching the roaring plane overhead, and took out their phones to take pictures.

There were even some holding support signs with Bi Fang’s and Étienne’s names, cheering at street corners, clearly prepared in advance.

“Roar!”

Étienne waved at the crowd and shouted loudly.

The glider, like a large bird, skimmed between high-rises without stopping, flying toward the distant horizon.

In this thriving metropolis, Bi Fang saw a white bird hastily traversing the sky, nervously looking around as it landed on the rooftop of a building, its chest heaving rapidly.

It was a seagull, probably flown over from the docks, finding no way out in the narrow maze crammed with buildings, anxious and uneasy, surrounded by the noise of human voices and engine roars.

But then, it saw the plane and the geese, cried out excitedly, flapped its wings, and joined the geese, flying off toward the distance.

Étienne’s eyes lit up when he saw the gull that had joined their group, “Hey! We’ve got a new friend!”

“Yes, a seagull.”

Bi Fang felt greatly relieved. The appearance of the seagull meant they were at a significantly lower latitude, which would be their last stop before entering France, a city, in red on the map, no place to linger.

There were ten days left until the mission ended, and in these ten days, they would cross all of France to reach the Camargue Wetlands Nature Reserve.

A week had passed since their last capture, and Johnny indeed had not shown up again; everything was going very smoothly.

At dusk, the two of them stopped by a lake in the wilderness, preparing dinner and the campsite for the evening.

Bi Fang looked at the plane tilting to one side and, after confirming there were no issues with the hole, went ashore.

During the emergency landing that day, one of the pontoons got a small hole, thankfully noticed in time. Bi Fang plugged it with a wooden stopper; otherwise, they would have to rely on cliffs for takeoff from now on.

The fading sunlight cast shadows of trees on the ground.

By the fire, Étienne cleaned the bass thoroughly, skewered them on sticks, and set them over the fire to roast.

The initial supply of reindeer, tiger-skin fish, and a hare had been completely eaten three days ago, and these two bass had been caught that morning.

[Is this still Wilderness Survivalist? I don’t even eat this well at home.]

[This twenty days of live streaming is too cool; Old Fang is really enduring this time, so fucking exhilarating to watch, just like watching a DDC documentary.]

[The city flyover just now was way too cool, I wanna play too.]

[Everyday gourmet, Master Fang, aren’t you going to weigh yourself, see if you’ve gained weight?]

[Huo, is that real flesh on your face?]

Bi Fang subconsciously touched his cheek, “No way around it, this time the trip is too long, we must ensure we get enough salt from meat. And because of the long distances, we have more opportunities to encounter prey, shoot once, move to another spot…”]

Bang!

The gunshot was like thunder, swallowing Bi Fang’s words.

Birds nestled in the woods were startled into flight.