The OAKLEY non-shatterable fiber goggle sunglasses for outdoor sports reflect the cloudless blue sky above. "Today's weather is absolutely perfect." Kang Zhefu stood alone on a cliff in the Swiss Alps.Xiong Jiujiu's 6-foot-2-inch body usually looks like a living iron tower, but standing on a mountain rock as high as 2,876 feet above sea level, he looks like an insignificant little sparrow. Kang Zhefu's eyes, which have been slightly sad for many years, looked far into the distance through the goggles, gazing at the mountain range composed of layers of limestone and white snow, so firm that it would shake the heartstrings of any man.Tightly supporting the broad shoulders of the black plastic clothes, trembling slightly with excitement.

He lowered his gaze.The gentle snow-capped slopes below the cliffs are in full view. At this moment, he was about to jump down and land safely on the snow slope 410 meters away from the top of the cliff. All gear has been double-checked - no second chances.The cost of being wrong is too high. Kang Zhefu turned his head and saw the pickaxes, climbing ropes and other sundries left on the cliff. "Just stay here...someone who needs them will pass by." He patted his most important partner behind his back—the parachute he carefully folded in the hotel at the foot of the mountain last night.

"Come on...it's time to fly." Kang Zhefu let out a long breath of white mist, and looked down the cliff again.Cliffs, trees, houses...all the distant and near scenes are reflected in the eyes.The strong fear and excitement brought by a clear sense of height is unmatched by high-altitude skydiving. Even through the special plastic thermal clothing, Kang Zhefu still clearly smelled the special smell of adrenaline rapidly secreted by his 196-pound body. He extremely enjoyed the sense of crisis rushing to his nerves just before jumping. ——Pure sense of crisis.There was no sound of booming guns or screams, and there was no thick blood stains or choking smoke in front of my eyes.It was replaced by the sound of the wind blowing through the ears and the innocent blue sky.

With a light throw of Kang Zhefu's right hand, an orange tied with a long red ribbon flew along a natural and smooth curve at a speed of about 200 kilometers per hour (same as the falling speed of a human body) and fell down the cliff. The direction and strength of the crosswind above were clearly displayed in front of Kang Zhefu. Kang Zhefu recalled: the third time he did this kind of BASE JUMPING (low-altitude cliff jumping), he accidentally slightly underestimated the wind force, and the horizontal crosswind blew him back to the direction of the cliff.That time he could almost touch the rough cliff with his fingertips.

That was the most dangerous time.Conditions were much better this time, with very moderate winds. Kang Zhefu stepped on the rocks at the end of the cliff firmly with his feet one in front of the other, staring intently at the route he was about to jump off. ——Can the parachute open smoothly? — Will the crosswind suddenly increase? ——It won’t be too ugly to die if you fall on the snow, right? ... Kang Zhefu couldn't help laughing wryly: at this moment, he was still thinking wildly—— The moment his feet left the cliff, Kang Zhefu had the illusion of flying up instead of falling down.

——It's very strange.The feeling of tension always only lasts until the moment before the jump.Once the body loses any support, the mind will have an incomparably peaceful and solid feeling... Kang Zhefu counted the time in secret, the parachute must be pulled out within four to seven seconds after jumping out.This is the timing that has been carefully calculated. If it is too early, the body will be too close to the cliff; if it is too late, the parachute will not have enough time to slow down the force of the fall, and it will not even have time to fully open. Kang Zhefu's right hand stretched to the end corner of the umbrella bag, holding the handle tightly.The body makes a final sprint at an altitude of more than 300 meters.

The bright orange parachute burst out from the end of the parachute like a flame.The first is a tire-sized auxiliary umbrella.After the inside of the small umbrella is filled with wind, it pulls out the large main umbrella like a warhead fired into the sky. The orange-red parachute, which resembled the wings of a phoenix, spread out angrily, and slowly drifted down towards the vast white snow thousands of miles away.From a distance, how lonely is that little umbrella shadow. Less than seventy-two hours after landing, Kang Zhefu received a mission from Langley, Virginia, USA.