Are You Crazy? You’re Telling Me This Is a Fugitive TV Show?

Chapter 180: Encountering a sheer cliff during the escape!

Captain Dragon Hand was relentlessly pursuing the enemy.

Wang Yun’s stamina and speed were nearly superhuman.

“Is Big Brother even human? The scenery around me is blurring into nothingness!”

“I can’t handle this anymore. I’ve placed a bucket beside me. This first-person view is making me nauseous!”

“Upstairs, I just took some motion sickness pills. Man, this speed is insane!”

Viewers in the livestream were struggling with discomfort as they watched Wang Yun’s rapid movements. He was navigating a mountain path, leaping and sprinting. The surrounding landscape appeared as if it were dissolving into thin air, a blur of motion.

“Haha, chasing after me?” Wang Yun mused while glancing backward during his sprint.

The distance between him and his pursuers was still around 1,500 meters. They were tracking him with the help of a helicopter hovering overhead.

“Enjoy your flight a little longer,” Wang Yun muttered as he looked up at the helicopter, deciding against shooting it down.

Wang Yun was now focused on drawing all the enemy’s firepower to himself, providing his subordinates with a chance to escape. Though these men were subjugated through the use of a toxicant, they had proven useful over the past few days.

Wang Yun wasn’t a saint, but he knew the task at hand was easy and chose to act when possible.

“Captain Dragon Hand, we’re just two kilometers away from joining you. Hang in there!”

Wang Yue and Wu Mingyu communicated urgently.

At that moment, Captain Dragon Hand’s eyes were bloodshot. If looks could kill, the landscapes that met his gaze would be scorched earth.

“Good!”

Wu Mingyu felt a chill run through him upon hearing the simple response. It was evident that Captain Dragon Hand was teetering on the brink of collapse, the weight of the losses inflicted by Wang Yun bearing down heavily on him.

“Ying Yuezi, have you caught up?” Wang Yue called out, her voice strained with exertion as she ran.

“Almost there. The helicopter has sent over the coordinates, and based on mine and Wang Yun’s speeds,” Ying Yuezi paused, her voice tense with urgency, “In ten minutes, I can cut him off.”

This announcement stoked the fires of determination among the team. Clenching their teeth, they intensified their pursuit.

Meanwhile, Wang Yun’s assassins noticed the program inspection teams converging in one direction.

Particularly Glasses and Fists instantly grasped Brother Yun’s strategy. They tightened their fists, their noses tingling with emotion. Like anyone else, these assassins also had feelings.

“Quick, while we have the chance, let’s escape. Only by escaping can we truly help Brother Yun,” Glasses declared.

Moved by the spirit of loyalty, they now put aside the memory of the poison Wang Yun had once given them.

However, escaping wouldn’t be easy. At the base of the mountain, hundreds of program inspectors were rigorously guarding every exit. Except for some steep sections that were unguarded, every accessible path was tightly secured.

Fortunately, the police dogs’ sense of smell had been compromised, simplifying the task of evading the program inspectors’ sight.

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“Report, there’s no path ahead in ten kilometers. It leads to a nearly vertical cliff, about thirty meters high.”

As the chase intensified, a program inspector aboard the helicopter broadcasted the update.

“A vertical hill?” Wu Yaoming exclaimed, a surge of relief flooding through him as he heard the news from above. “Heaven is indeed helping us.”

This implied that Wang Yun was cornered with no escape routes left. Wu Yaoming and Ying Yuezi were closing in from the south, Wang Yue and Wu Mingyu from the north, Captain Dragon Hand and his team from the west, directly behind Wang Yun. And to the east, Wang Yun’s only remaining path led to a steep, vertical hill.

Kolyev was also converging on this position.

This strategic encirclement had effectively trapped Wang Yun within an elliptical formation.

Unless he could fly or tunnel through the earth, his capture was inevitable.

Even if his shooting was precise and deadly, what did it matter in the face of overwhelming force and numbers?

Alone, one has no chance to retaliate.

“Speed up,” Wu Mingyu rallied. “Tonight marks the end of our campaign.”

This declaration ignited a surge of energy among all the program inspectors, unleashing their full potential despite the burning pain in their chests. They charged eastward, driven by a single goal: to capture Wang Yun alive and put an end to the turmoil he had caused.

This moment was their chance to erase the humiliation they had endured, to honor the memory of fallen comrades, and to vindicate the teams that had been eliminated.

In the public awareness room, Mr. Fang watched with a furrowed brow, his anxiety palpable.

It was unclear whether his concern was for Wang Yun’s predicament or the tense situation of the program inspectors.

“It’s one in the morning now. At their speed, they can encircle Wang Yun within an hour and a half. If a skirmish ensues, it should all be over in about two hours. It seems, my friends in the audience and I will be parting ways in two hours.”

Mr. Fang had not rested at all. Although he should have been asleep by now, the night’s events compelled his attention. This was a rare spectacle and perhaps the most crucial one.

Not only was Mr. Fang gripped with concern, but the executive producer and production staff of the program were also intensely focused. Everyone, with eyes red as pandas from fatigue, clenched their hands and stared at the screens before them.

“Director, are we really going to wrap up tonight’s program?” one of them asked.

“Ah, definitely,” the director replied, “Wang Yun is trapped this time. Just look at the footage from the helicopter. That mountain is practically a ninety-degree vertical. It’s impossible to climb. Unless he’s a pangolin, and with the program inspectors converging from every direction, our big brother has no chance to bypass it.”

“There’s one more possibility. Unless Big Brother has an off-road vehicle right now, one that can completely ignore terrain like stone pits and climb at a speed of 60 miles per hour, he might be able to bypass the mountain. ”

In the studio, staff members engaged in a lively discussion, more talkative than usual given the day’s extraordinary circumstances.

Wang Yun was now cornered in a very specific place—a mountain. Had he not encountered this mountain, perhaps with his surprising abilities, he might have managed to escape. But it seemed his luck had finally run out.

“Ah!” sighed the director deeply, prompting the staff to fall silent with a glance.

They made programs with the goal of reaching large audiences and achieving high renown. Wang Yun had already elevated their program’s profile globally. Now, program inspectors from various countries were even reaching out to their teams, eager to participate.