Chapter 1732: Chapter 910: Wing Suit Flying Training (2)

When Alice first met Qing Chen, she only thought he was an overseas Chinese from Birmingham, with some money and a passion for extreme sports.

But the last time she saw Qing Chen being taken away by a convoy and returning covered in wounds, she realized something was different.

Alice saw those black cars... each window was five centimeters thick, they were actually bulletproof cars.

She searched online and finally found the vehicle information in a forum: Maybach Pullman bulletproof edition.

She couldn’t find the price, but in 2023, there were only 15 worldwide, all in that convoy.

At this point, the price of a car was no longer important.

It was a symbol of identity and status.

Now, such a wealthy person wants to risk his life with wing suit flying without being familiar with it, she couldn’t understand why.

As they were talking, the training base was already echoing with the rotor hum of a helicopter, and the powerful airflow scattered the snow on the mountain.

Sorell was startled awake by the sound of the helicopter and ran outside to see the ’Airbus H225 Super America’ circling in the sky, he shouted excitedly: "Such a helicopter actually came to our training base! Alice, who are they, are they our new trainees?"

This helicopter alone cost 27 million dollars and can carry 24 passengers.

However, at this moment, a cable was lowered from the helicopter, and 20 fully-armed Parent Association Members swiftly descended along the rope, quickly setting up defenses and securing the training base.

Sorell was dumbfounded, raising his hands in a surrender gesture: "Hey, hey, this is a civilian training base. Who are you guys? Marine Corps? CIA?"

However, the Parent Association Members just glanced at him and bypassed him.

They came to Qing Chen, and Xiao Wu, with an automatic rifle hanging on his chest, smiled and said: "Parent, we are here."

Qing Chen was a bit helpless: "I told you not to be so ostentatious. Set up covert posts in the mountains, maybe there will be guests coming."

"Understood, we brought white ghillie suits and two snipers," Xiao Wu said: "If anyone dares to disturb you again, they will not have a good outcome."

Alice and Sorell stared blankly as those people in white ghillie suits disappeared into the wilderness, while their phones also lost signal.

Qing Chen said seriously: "I’m very sorry, but the upcoming training is very important to me, please be serious as well. If there’s a chance in the future, I will explain everything happening now to you."

Sorell nodded numbly.

Dawn.

In the roar, two helicopters took to the sky, slowly reaching the best parachute drop area.

Below them lay the snow-covered Alps Mountain Range, the thick snow melted by the sunlight, then froze into a thick ice shell.

The snow reflected the sunlight dazzlingly, and everyone had to wear protective sunglasses.

Sorell glanced at Qing Chen with an earpiece: "No, the wind is too strong today, you will die!"

Qing Chen smiled at him: "You know, when I saw the Sherpa on Mount Everest, I asked them why not wait for the black storm to pass before reaching the summit. They said everything is fate’s arrangement."

Saying that, he once again checked his flying squirrel suit: "Ready!"

Qing Chen had no choice. He knew very well what he was doing, and what failure and success each meant.

Sorell murmured: "This is madness... Begin!"

Qing Chen took a deep breath, leaping vigorously from the helicopter, and stretched his body in mid-air, maximizing the wind resistance of his flying squirrel suit.

He felt the rush of air currents, his whole being shot forward like an arrow, and Sorell, wearing a helmet camera, also leaped down after him.

Sorell was to record Qing Chen’s flight process, then return to the training base to analyze and review it for Qing Chen bit by bit.

This is what his high salary was for.

Qing Chen felt the wind flowing, and his adrenaline began to secrete due to the huge sense of crisis, his entire being entering an extremely excited state.

Just like using air currents to attack the decoys of Li Yunze and King on Mount Everest, he remained lightly floating in the air, not at all like a first-time wing suit flight novice.

Behind him, Sorell was somewhat puzzled, he even wanted to catch up and ask if Qing Chen had flown before.

He glanced at the altimeter, altitude had already dropped to 1400 meters, and speed had reached the terrifying rate of 240 km/h.

But this beginner Qing Chen didn’t intend to stop, instead, he slightly tightened his flying squirrel suit again, reducing his wind resistance, he actually wanted to increase his speed further... to over 280 km/h!

But just at this moment, as they crossed the mountain ravine, a sudden turbulent airflow swept east to west. This wind came too fast and too urgently, Qing Chen was spun like a top in the air in an instant, and even Sorell managed to barely stabilize himself thanks to his years of experience.

Sorell looked at Qing Chen’s out-of-control figure; he knew that the inertia of losing control had already set in, and it was no longer possible to continue the challenge at this time.

At this moment, their altitude had dropped to 600 meters, bear in mind that below them was the foothill of the Alps Mountain, which still had an altitude of 400 meters.

That is to say, Qing Chen only had 200 meters left as a buffer space!

Sorell shouted in the communication channel: "Don’t panic, don’t be anxious, listen to me now, you need to stretch your wings as far as possible, and then open your parachute at the moment your chest and abdomen face the ground! Do not panic!"

In the next moment, Qing Chen’s calm and steady voice came through the communication channel: "Uh, alright."

Sorell was taken aback, the voice on the other side wasn’t flustered at all, it was as steady as walking on flat ground, without even a hint of tremor.

He recalled his own near-death scare when he first failed at wing suit flying.

This trainee of his, is he even a normal person?

In an instant, as Qing Chen’s figure turned chest and abdomen towards the ground, his back facing the sky, Qing Chen’s right hand reached back, precisely found his control strap, and pulled hard!

The pin in the parachute pack was removed, the brake parachute was drawn out with the control strap.

A huge parachute opened up in the sky, Sorell also opened his parachute, and the two quickly descended.

Due to the previous excessive speed, insufficient buffer distance, and the strong chaotic air currents, Qing Chen was blown towards a side cliff, crashing heavily onto it.

Sorell exclaimed: "Watch out!"

Yet, Qing Chen’s brake parachute, affected by the cliff, couldn’t open fully, Qing Chen’s whole body also stumbled and rolled downward.

If it were before, Qing Chen could have stabilized himself by leveraging speed to catch a grip on the mountain, but now the parachute became a burden, the parachute line almost entangled him.

With a swish, the parachute line was somehow cut, completely detaching from Qing Chen.

Only at this moment, Qing Chen managed to grab hold of a protruding corner on the cliff wall, barely hanging on.

Sorell was shocked, any ordinary person would have died by now!

He landed on the ground and looked up, seeing Qing Chen climbing the steep cliff barehanded, retrieving the severed brake parachute before climbing down again.

He still had the mind for trash collection at this moment...

Sorell looked at the injured Qing Chen, somewhat furious: "This is the consequence of starting wing suit flying without training."

Qing Chen smiled slightly: "No worries, this is nothing."

"Huh?" Sorell was stunned.

The helicopter flew over their heads, lowering a rope ladder to take them back on board.

Sitting in the helicopter, Sorell’s emotions hadn’t yet calmed down, but Qing Chen was already calmly opening a new parachute pack, starting to fold the parachute pack!

Qing Chen looked at him: "I need to pack my own parachute; I don’t trust anyone else’s. If you don’t mind, there are ready ones here, no need to pack."

"What do you mean?" Sorell asked in surprise.

"I want to jump again before it’s lunchtime," Qing Chen said calmly.

Sorell: "?"

Why was this said so lightly, just now, you almost died in the Alps, and now you’re saying you want to jump again and then rush back for lunch?!

It’s as if the person who almost died just now wasn’t you!

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