Return.
A group of well-trained mountaineers arrived at Everest Base Camp in the freezing depths of night.
They silently passed through tent after tent, trying not to disturb anyone. Every one of them wore masks and baseball caps to conceal their true faces.
These people looked less like mountaineers and more like soldiers.
Unlike ordinary climbing groups, this expedition was exceptionally large. While others traveled in groups of eight, they traveled in groups of over a hundred.
What was more, more than a hundred professional support personnel had hiked up with them, over twenty of whom were Sherpas.
Yet something was strange. Even with such a powerful support team following them, these people did not slack off and order the support crew around. Instead, they set up their own tents and communications center, lit fires, and cooked their own meals.
They even went through the trouble of hauling over stones and building a wall around their camp. At night, people took turns standing guard.
Their arrival eventually alerted the other mountaineers in the camp.
Observant people noticed that some members of their professional support team were actually carrying guns.
Moreover, although the markings on some of the dark-green cases they carried had been sanded off, veterans still recognized them. They were cases specifically designed to hold RPG rockets...
Judging by that level of firepower, anyone unaware of the truth might have thought a foreign head of state had come to climb Everest.
Hu Xiaoniu stood in his own camp, listening to the bubbling of the small iron pot beside him. Jingūji wore an intense expression as she broke compressed biscuits apart and tossed them into the pot.
"Anything unusual?" Chen Zhuozao asked.
Jingūji shook her head. "Nothing unusual in the camp. Master has already cleared this path for us. He