MM Racing Chapter 851 847: The Underground Warehouse of the Protection Center
Chapter 851 847: The Underground Warehouse of the Protection Center
The road was narrow but straight, and from a distance, one could see the cement walls of the not-so-large conservation center.
The Kenya Wildlife Service wasn't located in the center of the savanna but rather on the outskirts of the city, at the border of the wilderness.
Visible around the building were chain link fences enclosing a large area, topped with barbed wire. One could also see armed policemen guarding the fence, indicating its seriousness.
Upon arriving, Bi Fang took out a drone, opened the car window, and let it fly out.
Chu Zhaohua looked somewhat tense upon seeing this.
"Don't be nervous," Bi Fang smiled, then he launched the livestream, a task with which he was very familiar.
Soon, everyone who had reserved a spot for this livestream quickly received a notification.
An internet storm was swiftly ignited, with countless signals flooding into the already prepared servers.
The air conditioning was set to the lowest temperature, the fan whirred within the coolant, stirring up streams of water.
The staff, ready for action, watched as the audience smoothly entered the livestream room and let out a sigh of relief.
The number in the livestream room jumped exponentially, soon surpassing three million.
Although this livestream seemed urgent, having been announced less than five days prior, it did not affect the enthusiasm and excitement of Bi Fang's fans at all.
Cheetahs, like migrating geese, the African savanna—these elements, topped off with Bi Fang himself,
how could one not look forward to it?
[Charge, charge, charge, charge, charge!]
[Sofa]
[Reserved front row]
[Hurry up and tell, what is the content of this livestream?]
[Whoa, are they already on the savanna?]
[Damn, is that a real gun?]
[Mu Yu People gifted 10 Spaceships to the host—It finally starts!]
[Whoa, a new tycoon!]
[Damn damn damn, just started and there are already ten Spaceships, who else!!!]
After a brief frenzy, the audience saw the wilderness around them and the soldiers in front of the wire fence, which shocked them, and they quickly asked where this was.
"We are now at the edge of the savanna. We are heading to the Kenya Wildlife Service. Once we get there, you'll know what we're here for."
Poor Bi Fang was still playing coy at this point, driving countless fans crazy.
[Why still keep us guessing?]
[I can't take it, it's torturing]
[This is toxic, so toxic!]
[Teacher Fang, give us something, I feel like ants are crawling all over me]
Unfortunately, Bi Fang remained unmoved.
As long as he ignored the barrage on the screen, the fans' frenzy couldn't affect him.
As the audience eagerly awaited the truth, Chu Zhaohua directed the driver to stop at the entrance, came to the gate to verify their identities, and entered the conservation center.
Taking this opportunity, Bi Fang also observed the surrounding environment. Inside each chain link enclosure, there were various animals living, making it look like they were entering a modest zoo.
"What's up with that lion?"
Bi Fang's gaze passed through the nearby wire mesh and spotted an African lion that was hovering off the ground.
It was an abnormally emaciated lion, almost presenting a skin-and-bones appearance, and a horrific scar could be seen on its abdomen.
[Ouch, that wound looks painful.]
[Is this lion a rescue?]
[So thin.]
"It's recovering." Chu Zhaohua glanced over and said, "The conservatory staff found it a month ago. At the time, it was lying on the grass, barely alive, with an almost forty-centimeter gash across its abdomen and even some of its intestines were exposed."
Bi Fang looked at the wound: "Did it go hunting for a buffalo?"
"Exactly." Chu Zhaohua wasn't surprised that Bi Fang could guess, after all, at his side was GOD·FANG, "The staff also inferred from the wound and traces that it was injured by a buffalo, so they sedated and brought it back for treatment. But, because it had injured its intestines, it could only eat liquid food for a long time, and got very skinny. Fortunately, it's almost fully recovered now and should be able to gain weight back soon."
Bi Fang nodded his head.
Injured by a buffalo and near death, then rescued by conservatory staff—such stories were common.
It seemed uncomplicated, yet if one seriously thought about it, couldn't this be seen as a form of unnatural intervention?
After all, this lion was not hurt by humans. If it were a cheetah whose mother had been killed by humans, bringing it back and nurturing it would be understandable, but the lion was injured by a buffalo.
When a lion hunts a buffalo, humans do not interfere with nature and watch the buffalo being hunted, but conversely, if the buffalo retaliates and kills the lion, why then should humans intervene?
As it happened, Bi Fang faced the same situation when he chose not to intervene as a pack of wolves hunted a young camel.
As expected, with his massive fan base, Bi Fang anticipated, some fans raised this question.
But, about such skepticism, Bi Fang was not at all perturbed, because long ago, he also harbored considerable doubts about this issue.
Isn't this playing double standards?
Only later, under the guidance of an old professor, did Bi Fang come to understand the distinction.
"This is actually a form of compensative rescue action."
"All our interventions, non-interventions, are just terms, but their essence all boils down to one objective—balance!"
[Balance?]
[Ah, this.]
"What is interfering with nature?"
"In a narrow sense, human interference with nature has already become severe and irreversible, continuing every moment."
"Building dams changes the river flows, which for some fish species could spell disaster."
"Even just constructing a concrete road has a massive impact on the earthworms underneath."
"So, unless humans ceased to exist, humanity is constantly interfering with nature, and this process is unchangeable."
"The most common method humans currently use to protect endangered animals is to enact relevant laws, protect endangered species, and establish nature reserves, providing them a sanctuary for propagation and survival."
"And laws protecting endangered animals and the establishment of nature reserves are aimed at humans."
"That is to say, laws only bind humans, not animals."
For example, the Tibetan antelope has natural predators in the wild, such as packs of wolves, and the wolves hunting them is not illegal, nor do humans interfere.
So, this kind of protection for endangered animals does not mean interfering with nature, but rather removes human impact, while they remain a part of nature itself.
There are many similar examples, like many wildlife re
Swahili belonged to the Bantu language family and was one of the most spoken languages in Africa, alongside Arabic and Hausa as the three major African languages.
Unfortunately, over the past few days, Bi Fang had not managed to unlock the language skill and could only muster a few common greetings at most.
Luckily, communicating in English was not a problem.
Chu Zhaohua then introduced the second key figure, the director of the conservation center, Stephen Manequini, and a few other senior officials.
Despite meeting so many significant figures, Bi Fang did not feel overly excited.
Such occasions were both troublesome and difficult to manage. In fact, he was more eager to meet Harley and pet this large cat.
A tour of the entire conservation center was inevitable, and Bi Fang was somewhat curious to explore.
At this moment, Chu Zhaohua also took his leave as he was not personnel of the conservation center but had good relations and often collaborated with them.
The primary task this time was to bring Bi Fang, and now that the task was completed, Chu Zhaohua needed to return to his own affairs.
Everyone present thanked Chu Zhaohua and watched him leave.
General Kimari was very pleased with Bi Fang's arrival because the relationship between Huaxia and Kenya had always been good, not only as trade partners but also in wildlife conservation efforts.
Just last week, the Huaxia government had donated 18 vehicles and some other equipment to the conservation center.
At his cordial invitation, he even took Bi Fang to visit the agency's underground warehouse.
As a female officer struggled to pull open the iron door, a distinctive smell hit them.
Bi Fang couldn't help but cover his nose, the smell was indescribable, but when the light illuminated the underground warehouse, everyone's eyes widened.
"What the hell is this?"
"Ivory?"
"That's way too much!"
The audience in front of the live broadcast were stunned.
Both small rooms were filled with ivory, which was rudely hacked from the skulls of the elephants killed by the poachers!
Many pieces of ivory were still stained with blood.
"Each piece of ivory is marked with the date of storage, weight, and the region where the ivory was confiscated,"
"Currently, Kenya has a national inventory of 132 tons of ivory and 1.5 tons of rhino horns, with 84 tons of ivory in the two rooms we visited,"
Lubya, the assistant director of the Kenya Wildlife Service, added, "This means that 12,000 elephants were killed. These are just what we managed to seize; much more ivory has been smuggled out."
Hearing this, the audience instantly felt a surge of righteous indignation.
"Poachers truly deserve to die!"