Chapter 18: 74 Million Viewers Online!
The injured giant ape roared angrily, smashing the entire indigenous village to ruins and causing countless casualties.
This scene was perfectly captured by the super camera and gave off a complete Hollywood blockbuster vibe.
"It's so bloody, but I love it—"
"Kill, kill these indigenous people—"
"King Kong is mighty—"
"The battle between indigenous people and King Kong, the biggest slaughter feast of the century—"
"Damn, this scene could easily be edited into a Hollywood blockbuster—"
Watching the live broadcast on the screen in his mind, Wang Dalí couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Damn it, he and the adorable young girl were teetering on the brink of life and death, and instead of caring about that, you guys are focusing on the meaningless struggle between the indigenous people and the giant ape?
Do you people have any sympathy or humanitarian feelings?
Is this about making a Hollywood blockbuster now? No, this is real live streaming, where people are dying!
Wang Dalí was too tired to comment anymore.
"Oppa, are you hurt?"
Seeing the bloodstains on Wang Dalí's arm, Xiumei exclaimed.
"I'm fine, just a minor injury. Let's hurry and escape while chaos reigns!" Wang Dalí helped Xiumei stand up from the rock crevice.
"Ah-ah-ah"
An indigenous man wielding a long spear rushed towards them.
"Watch out!" Xiumei screamed.
Wang Dalí quickly drew his bow and shot an arrow with lightning speed.
"Puff—"
The arrow pierced through the indigenous man's neck, causing him to widen his eyes and fall to the ground dead.
"Oh my god, Dalí killed someone—"
"The blood of the indigenous people splattered all over the screen—"
"So terrifying and bloody—"
"The anchor is about to go crazy—"
"Well done, anchor, kill all these indigenous people—"
"Indigenous people have absolutely no human rights, kill them quickly—"
"I've already dialed 911. Wang Dalí, do you need a lawyer to defend you—"
Wang Dalí was speechless once again. These viewers just loved to talk nonsense.
"Oppa, be careful, the indigenous people, I'll kill you, kill you!" Xiumei picked up a long spear and used it as a club, frantically hitting an indigenous man's head, causing him to see stars and pass out.
Wang Dalí picked up two quivers and strapped them to his back, quickly shooting arrows and taking down several indigenous people before leading Xiumei over the wall and into the jungle.
"Woo-woo-woo-woo"
Several indigenous youths were filled with hatred towards Wang Dalí and Xiumei, chasing them into the jungle.
A chase was unfolding in the dense forest. Wang Dalí shot an arrow backward, hitting an indigenous man's arm and pinning him to a tree branch.
Another indigenous man threw a spear from afar, which landed near Xiumei's feet, startling her pale.
Whoosh!
Once again, Wang Dalí shot an arrow, knocking down the opponent.
Breaking through the trees, a small river blocked their path.
"Oppa, it's a river, what do we do?" Xiumei asked anxiously.
"Swim across!"
Wang Dalí made a prompt decision and jumped into the river with Xiumei, swimming to the other side until they were exhausted and crawled onto the shore.
After a brief observation, it seemed that the indigenous people had not followed them.
Wang Dalí sat down on a rock by the shore, turning to the super camera to prepare for commentary.
"Dear viewers, after a desperate escape, I finally have a chance to catch my breath and tell everyone about the situation!"
"I believe everyone saw it. I successfully rescued Xiumei from the indigenous people. Just now in the indigenous village, it was indeed a thrilling battle. The sudden attack by the giant ape caused chaos, and it was only because of this that Xiumei and I could escape in the confusion!"
Wang Dalí turned his head to see that Xiumei's clothes were soaked, revealing her fiery figure.
"Hey, Oppa, don't look, and there's a camera here. Are you filming me?" Xiumei blushed, looking very cute and charming.
The beauty of life after a disaster was especially beautiful, showcasing an unparalleled charm in Xiumei.
"I'm filming you, Xiumei. You're now incredibly popular. I'll check the current number of online viewers on the live screen."
Wang Dalí carefully checked the data and was stunned.
"74 million?"
Damn!
Wang Dalí thought he had misread it and quickly rubbed his eyes.
"Oppa, how many? How many people are watching our live broadcast?" Xiumei asked curiously.
"There are 74 million people!"
"What, are you adding an extra digit?" Xiumei didn't believe it.
"It "Really?!" Xiumei covered her mouth, dumbfounded.
"It's really 74 million people, and the number is still rising," Wang Dalí confirmed.
"That's impossible?! Oppa, is this a global broadcast?" Xiumei exclaimed.
"Of course, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people watching online!" Wang Dalí also became excited.
"That's great, over 70 million people!" Xiumei raised her hand excitedly, waving to the camera and greeting the audience in front of the screen.
She waved, bowed, and spoke in a foreign language.
Wang Dalí chuckled and said, "That's enough. The messages on the live screen are overwhelming, and everyone really likes you. They think you're a very strong and cute girl. Your popularity is skyrocketing now. They say you're ranked in the top three in the world's major search engines!"
"That's wonderful! But it's a pity we're stuck on this deserted island. Did they say anything about when the rescue team will arrive and when we can go back?" Xiumei asked eagerly.
Wang Dalí shook his head.
"What's wrong? Haven't the search and rescue team found the location of the sunken ship or this big island yet?" Xiumei was surprised.
"I..." Wang Dalí shook his head.
"What's wrong? Haven't the search and rescue team found the location of the sunken ship or this big island yet?" Xiumei was surprised.
"I..." Wang Dalí hesitated.
"What's the matter? Haven't the search and rescue teams found the location of the sunken ship or this island yet?" Xiumei asked, puzzled.
Wang Dalí sighed and said, "It's not that. They found the island, but they don't dare to come over."
"Why?" Xiumei was puzzled.
Wang Dalí frowned and replied, "Because this island, according to the records of the indigenous people, is cursed. No one who has set foot on it has ever returned alive!"