At the North Slope camp, many people watched someone ski charging down the mountain, and they were dumbfounded.
Most people here were lucky just to adapt to the altitude sickness. Staying alive was everyone's goal.
Yet while everyone was still struggling to survive, someone suddenly skied down from the mountain...
A patrol member beside Jiacuo exclaimed, "Amazing."
However, Old Zhou was a little angry. "Those extreme sports idiots again!"
In recent years, the people gathering here had included not only mountaineers, but also extreme skiing enthusiasts.
Many skiers were no longer satisfied with the powder snow of the Alps and Hokkaido. It was not thrilling enough.
They began challenging even more extreme pursuits.
Especially after Andrzej Bargiel of the Polish winter climbing expedition skied down from Everest's K2 point, it had ignited the skiing passion of countless extreme sports enthusiasts.
Ignoring the warnings of the various climbing teams, they secretly went up the mountain before launching themselves down.
They regarded this behavior as their greatest honor.
Over the years, more skiers had died than climbers.
But while they might have enjoyed themselves, the mountaineering expeditions suffered. If a climbing team had deaths during its expedition this year, it would have to pay a higher deposit the following year and undergo another qualification review.
So while everyone admired their suicidal spirit, this behavior had to be stopped!
Old Zhou, the team leader, charged toward the skier in his down jacket, looking somewhat clumsy.
Jiacuo from the patrol team followed beside him and asked curiously, "Old Zhou, did he come out of your camp?"
"He's not from our camp. We have people specifically watching over things there, so nobody can go up the mountain to ski without permission." Old Zhou shook his head. "But there's another camp next door. Maybe he's from