Are You Crazy? You’re Telling Me This Is a Fugitive TV Show? Chapter 324: This Time, It’s Do or Die!

“It’s not an attack, it’s a rope. It’s a rope!” Hardy suddenly shouted, just as Brother Hu was pulled into the helicopter.

The mont Brother Hu got on board, he yelled toward the ground, “Boss! It’s Boss calling for help! Get closer, descend a little!”

“He’s trying to hook the helicopter with the rope! Lower the altitude a bit!” Brother Hu shouted desperately, clinging to the edge of the cabin.

“We can’t! If we go any lower, the helicopter will crash! The air currents are too strong!” the pilot shouted back, his voice tense.

Wu Yaoming turned sharply and shouted, “Stabilize the helicopter as much as you can. Wang Yun is trying to throw the rope.”

He couldn’t believe what he was saying. From such a height, in such chaotic wind conditions, how could Wang Yun possibly hook the helicopter?

But if he didn’t, there was no chance Wang Yun would survive.

“Has Big Brother lost his mind? This is impossible!”

“Impossible? This is straight out of a fantasy novel!”

“Why impossible? He already hit the helicopter with the rock! Did you see how heavy that stone was?”

“That rock looked like at least 20 kilograms! How is he throwing it like it’s nothing? Is he the Hulk?”

The livestream exploded with shocked comnts. The audience couldn’t believe their eyes—Wang Yun had managed to lift such a heavy stone and throw it with precision. Though the first attempt had failed, it had still struck the helicopter.

On the ground, Wang Yun pulled the rope back. He was visibly frustrated. He had failed.

The ground beneath him was cracking further, forcing him to move to another spot.

“Damn it, this is all or nothing!”

Clenching his teeth, Wang Yun grabbed the stone and dashed forward.

The massive stone, which would weigh most people down, seed as light as a pillow in his arms. He ran with incredible speed, unhindered by the weight.

The audience was stunned into silence. Even in the studio, the executive producer and staff were on their feet, fists clenched tightly as they cheered under their breath.

“Co on! Co on!”

Director Fang stood up abruptly, almost pressing his face against the screen, while a nearby celebrity stomped anxiously.

“Faster! Faster!”

Across the country, and even globally, viewers were glued to their screens.

In a racing club’s office, mbers watched silently as their president muttered, “Big Brother, you’ve got this!”

“This is beyond human limits. If he stops now, his body might collapse!”

“He won’t fail—he knows his limits!”

In a high-IQ association, the atmosphere was grim. Though they remained quiet, their worry was palpable.

Wang Yun had captured everyone’s attention. Regardless of whether they were supporters, rivals, or those he had defeated, everyone cheered for him in this critical mont. Even Kolyev, who had been humiliated by Wang Yun and quit the competition, clenched his fists and prayed for Wang Yun’s survival.

“One more ti!”

Wu Yaoming, holding a gaphone he had found sowhere, shouted down to Wang Yun, “We’re stable. Try again! Don’t give up!”

The words “Don’t give up” brought tears to many viewers’ eyes.

At this mont, they were no longer rivals or adversaries. In the face of life and death, humanity united in reverence for survival.

Wang Yun heard the shout but couldn’t stop moving. The ground beneath him was cracking incessantly, leaving him no stable footing to throw the rope.

He was panicking.

“System! Is there any skill I can use right now? Anything! If I die, you’ll be worthless too!” Wang Yun scread internally.

The system seed to sense his desperation, but no skills were available.

[Sorry, none.]

The cold, indifferent response echoed in his mind.

“Damn it!” Wang Yun cursed aloud.

He glanced at the helicopter above, now slightly more stable but still swaying from the chaotic air currents.

“This is my last chance, it’s live or die. Live or die!” Wang Yun roared, his voice hoarse.

With a bold decision, he began to throw the rope while running.

“Please let it work! Please!”

“I can’t watch this—it’s too much!”

“If he couldn’t do it standing still, how can he manage it while running? This is impossible!”

Everyone held their breath, their hearts racing as they focused on the rope Wang Yun had just thrown. He put every ounce of his strength into the throw, using precise technique and relying on the stone’s montum to ensure it would not just hit the helicopter but wrap around it securely.

Whoosh!

The rope cut through the air with a sharp sound, carving an arc across the sky.