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Chapter 612 Climbing a Snow Mountain? Mr. Shen, can we practice first?!
Even the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau has to be climbed.

Shen Le sighed and flew to XZ again, asking the Special Affairs Bureau to send someone to drive him to the foot of the mountain.

As the saying goes, it's better to stick with what you know, so the two who came to deliver it to him this time were the same two who had accompanied him to find turquoise last time. The two stood on either side of him behind him, gazing at the beautiful reflection of the snow-capped mountains in the sacred lake, and the distant snow-covered peaks, their faces grim.
"Mr. Shen, can we not climb this snow mountain?"

Even if we're going to climb a snow-capped mountain, let's find a good day to do it!

This snow-capped mountain does indeed have a well-established climbing route, and mountaineering teams do train here. The problem is, they either come in May or June, or in September or October—

May and June mark the end of the spring snow season, with temperatures rising, snowfall decreasing, and glaciers becoming relatively stable.

September and October mark the end of the autumn rainy season, with clear skies, light winds, and high visibility.

July and August are the rainy season. Of course, it doesn't rain on the top of the snow mountain, and it can't rain, but it will suddenly snow heavily, and an avalanche might happen if it's not happy.

Unlike now, when the snow on the mountain is deep and the wind is extremely strong. The scenery was quite beautiful, though; most of the mountain was covered in white snow, and its reflection in the sacred lake was exceptionally beautiful.

But if you really want to climb up there, you'll know the truth once you do!
Don't you see that the mountaineering team's training base at the foot of the mountain is deserted?
"I'm afraid... that's not possible." Shen Le remained fully armored, taking advantage of the fact that there was hardly anyone around to give him strange looks, and that no one would take photos or videos to upload online, completely letting loose:
"My armor... my spirit is only missing one part. The current sensation is that it's on the snowy mountain."

"..."

"..."

Of the two special agents, the one who came from the plains excelled in using high-tech equipment but lacked tolerance for high-altitude environments. He was fine operating within the city, but he couldn't climb even a little bit of the snow-covered mountain; he'd already turned away in silence.

The local man, however, was still earnestly trying to persuade him:

"Then... shall we climb it another time? During the climbing season? It'll be easier to find a guide then. Right now, you can't even find a yak to carry your luggage, let alone a guide!"

"Then we should definitely go climbing now," Shen Le smiled, his resolve hardening. He turned to comfort the two young men:

"It's alright, I'm not climbing on my own two legs, I can fly. Finding a guide is actually more difficult—this time I'm looking for something, not climbing, so I'll most likely deviate from the traditional mountaineering route..."

At that time, should the guide, especially the official guide sent by the Special Affairs Bureau, accompany us or not?

If the guide is not there, he will most likely lack his physical abilities, his magic, and the protection of his little creatures. He might lose his life on the snow mountain!

A guide's life matters too!

If they don't follow, and something happens to Shen Le, it will be considered a dereliction of duty on their part, and at the very least, they will be punished... It would be such a waste to ruin their future for something like this!

"Don't worry, I called your supervisor and explained that it was my own decision to go, and you tried to stop me, but you couldn't," Shen Le reassured them gently.

"Here, hand over your phone number—and then please drive me to the trailhead, the highest point a car can reach. If you don't need a car, that's fine too, I can walk there myself."

Can you walk by yourself?

Is it possible?!
The two young men sighed. Words couldn't persuade them, nor could they be persuaded; they had no choice but to spend money.

"Mr. Shen, I don't know how good your flying skills are, but the conditions on a snowy mountaintop like this are extremely harsh! The temperature can drop to minus thirty degrees Celsius!"
Moreover, you mentioned that to fly up there, the instantaneous wind speed at the summit can reach level 12 or higher—this is no joke, the wind speed on Mount Everest can sometimes exceed 100 meters per second! See, this is how the drone is launched upwards…”

He launched a small drone, which wobbled and rose into the air. The drone, carrying a camera, slowly ascended over the lakeside, where mani stones were piled high and colorful prayer flags stretched to the horizon.

One hundred meters, two hundred meters... Suddenly, the drone began to shake violently, unable to maintain its flight attitude any longer. It was swept up by the fierce and violent icy wind, spun several times, drifted far away, and plunged headlong into the sacred lake...

The machine crashed.

"Look, this is still at the foot of the mountain, by the lake, and the drone hasn't even climbed very high. At the top of the snow-capped mountain, the wind is even stronger..."

The local guy frowned, looking worried:
"Are you sure you can keep your balance in such strong winds if you really fly up there? If something happens in a place like that, there's no way to save you; even a helicopter can't get you up there!"

Ah this...

Shen Le hesitated. His flying ability was limited to taking off and moving in the air; he certainly didn't possess any exceptional flying skills.

Even Little Oil Lamp complained that "he can't move forward, he can't move backward, and doing a somersault is practically killing him. He can't even fly as well as a Psyduck."

Even he himself knows that he only has two ways to move in the air: either wave his arms to simulate wings and flap the air to move forward, or condense an air blast and launch it backward to propel himself forward...

"Mr. Shen, why don't you go down and practice first? Try simulating it?" At this point, the mainland guy's extensive knowledge and experience began to come in handy:

"You can even rent a wind tunnel to practice flying—with your good relationship with the Special Affairs Bureau, you can definitely rent one as long as the money is right!"

Believe it or not, you can actually rent these. Civilian wind tunnels, used for wingsuit flying training or for ordinary people to experience and have fun, are even available in large shopping malls.

As for the military wind tunnels used to test various aircraft, well—such important national equipment isn't kept running 24/7.

Repairs, replacement of parts, and calculations of information obtained from the wind tunnel—even with a computer system capable of 14 trillion calculations per second, results cannot be obtained immediately after an experiment is completed.

More importantly, opening one is like burning real money, even more exciting than a tycoon eating gold bars like snacks!

Fortunately, Shen Le is genuinely wealthy. Even now, he could easily afford to spend nine figures to borrow a few hours of wind tunnel testing time to practice flying in strong winds.

Moreover, he doesn't need to borrow the most advanced hypersonic, supersonic, or transonic wind tunnels; he only needs to borrow a subsonic wind tunnel with a maximum speed of Mach 0.3, the kind used for testing cars...

"What? You want to practice flying in a wind tunnel like this? No way, absolutely not!!!"

The director of the Shanghai Special Affairs Bureau shook his head vigorously, like a rattle drum:
"Mr. Shen, this is too dangerous! A wind speed of 70 or 80 meters per second is about 250 kilometers per hour. If you lose control, you will be swept up by the wind and smashed against the wind tunnel wall! You'll be smashed into a pulp!"
Imagine a high-speed train that doesn't slow down at all and crashes directly into you—

"Then should I just fly directly to the snow-capped mountains?" Shen Le asked him earnestly.

"I was thinking that flying in a wind tunnel would make rescue easier if something happened, but flying on a snow-covered mountain would make rescue impossible. Even if you're incredibly capable, you'd probably just be watching me get bruised and battered..." Probably bruised all over. The Shanghai bureau chief, for the sake of his image, barely managed to refrain from rolling his eyes, but he still couldn't appreciate this kind of joke.

Shen Le continued:
"Besides, the point of flying in a wind tunnel is to maintain control. At worst, I can start practicing with winds of force 3 or 4 and gradually increase the intensity. If I can't control the winds of force 7 or 8 and can't fly safely, then I won't go to the snow mountain."

It's truly rare to hear you say something like "not going to the snow mountain." The Shanghai bureau chief breathed a slight sigh of relief, tapping his fingers lightly on the table as he pondered deeply.

Should we help him mediate?

To be fair, if we help him coordinate, and such a valuable expert has a safety issue, the blame will definitely fall on him.
If we don't help him coordinate, and he goes to the snowy mountain and has a safety accident, we can't get rid of the blame—it'll just be a little less serious, but we'll still hold him accountable.

However, Shen Le is a grown man; you can't just tie him up!
"...Fine, I'll help you coordinate with the wind tunnel." After a moment of hesitation, the bureau chief finally gritted his teeth and decided to keep the situation under control.

"But Mr. Shen, please, you absolutely must promise to proceed step by step and be extremely careful!"

Shen Le absolutely agreed with this. He even agreed to start with wind tunnels suitable for ordinary people, namely those used for parachuting, gliding, and wingsuit flying—wind tunnels used for individual special training.

To be fair, these wind tunnels aren't even expensive. Internationally, the price for commercial training is $950 per hour, and wind tunnels used for military training are even cheaper.

Shen Le can afford it perfectly well; there's no need to ask the Special Affairs Bureau for help in coordinating a discount!

Stretching out her limbs, standing in the special space, feeling the gale blowing across her body from all directions, feeling herself being lifted up by the wind, Shen Le closed her eyes contentedly:

really not bad!
Beyond the rise and fall of the wind, beyond the changes in direction and speed, he could even sense a touch of spirituality—

Having spirituality allows one to communicate and control. These winds blowing from all directions enable him to manipulate talismans and command them, allowing him to act according to his will!

"Come……"

He murmured to himself:

"Surround me...support me...let me float, push me in the direction I want, control the speed...not too fast, good, just like that..."

In front of the screen, the professionals responsible for controlling the program, changing wind speed and direction, and even controlling the safety belt, who were ready to save Shen Le's life at any time, all stared wide-eyed.

"He's moving forward!"

"He's moving forward against the wind!"

"The direction has changed! He's turning to the left, stepping on the wall one step at a time. Wait, the wind we're controlling isn't blowing in this direction!"

"Now he's starting to move to the right again... wait, he veered off course and flew off... ah, it's okay, he's back, he came back against the wind! Incredible, he wasn't even wearing a wingsuit, how did he do that?!"

"Shh!"

Beside him, another expert, staring intently at the screen and constantly observing the data, put his index finger to his lips and forcefully stopped him:
"Don't think about it, don't say it, don't ask it... That's not our mission! It's classified!"

The group shrugged simultaneously and fell silent. Only after Shen Le flew up and down in the wind, clung to the wall, and went back and forth several times with and against the current, gesturing to them, did they switch the wind direction to random mode so that Shen Le could practice his control.

By continuously increasing the wind speed, alternating between tailwinds, headwinds, and turbulent winds, Shen Le gradually became familiar with his wind control abilities. Half an hour passed, an hour passed…

"Mr. Shen, would you like to stop for a moment?"

Experts had to issue another warning. Generally, the daily training time for wingsuit flying is limited to about half an hour, and at most one hour. Shen Le has already been training for an hour and a half!
Can he really control himself?

"No need! Continue!!!"

Shen Le shouted. He didn't feel any pressure at all!
When he fully unleashed his mental power to control the raging winds around him, he felt relaxed and happy. In fact, the howling winds outside were a source of support and benefit for him!

With intensive training, such as one hour of wind tunnel practice every day plus high-altitude practice, one can achieve independent flight within 6 to 8 months in normal wingsuit flying. Where would he find the time in America?
Speed ​​up, we must speed up! Use your body to feel the wind flowing by, to feel the gale taking away the moisture from your skin and your body heat, to feel the almost tangible air, to feel how even the slightest movement of your limbs can bring about drastic changes in posture.

Feel yourself going with the wind, controlling the wind, floating in the wind, letting the wind become your support and wings...

The wind tunnel was operated at an extremely high efficiency of 8 hours a day for half a month, and Shen Le was already able to fly freely in gale-force winds of level 10.

Flying from one end of the wind tunnel to the other, going against the current, then going with the current and suddenly stopping, stabilizing its flight posture when suddenly blown up by a strong wind, sticking close to the wind tunnel wall but not stepping on it, flying very steadily and very accurately.

Even more strangely, the strong wind softened naturally as it reached him. It didn't even ruffle his hair, nor did it billow his clothes...

"I've got it done!"

The wind tunnel used for wingsuit flying training can even operate at wind speeds up to level 18, which can blow a 200-pound participant up to 20 meters high from the ground.

In such a wind tunnel, ordinary people can't even speak, and the whistling sound passing by can even cause tinnitus.

Shen Le, however, was swimming in the wind as if she were a fish in water. What was that feeling of being "pinned" to the ground by the high-speed air?
What requires direct confrontation with the wind, and the need to constantly tighten the core to avoid being blown out of shape by the wind;

It requires quick reactions to correct course; a slight misstep could lead to loss of control...

nonexistent!

None of them exist!
By the last day of practice, Shen Le's mental power and the wind he controlled had even expanded to fill the entire interior of the wind tunnel.

He practiced until he reached the maximum output of the wind tunnel in one go, then left with a sense of accomplishment, heading straight for the snow-capped mountain:

"There's definitely no problem now! I can definitely fly up! You guys just wait here peacefully!"

(End of this chapter)