Chapter 58
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It was a sleepless night.
Zhang Jue relied on his superb ability to stay up late to finish reading all of GOC's information on the giant dragon. He also analyzed and organized it. He had some guesses about the source of the giant dragon's power.
The next morning, Zhang Jue, Haile, and the others headed to GOC's camp on the Alps under Davis' lead.
At seven-thirty in the morning, a huge group of people had already surrounded the foot of the Alps.
Most of them were media reporters, but there were also some tourists who had come because of its reputation.
It looked like they would be exposed sooner or later if they did not get rid of the giant dragon as soon as possible.
After understanding the situation last night, Harvey had already reported the entire matter to the Golden Foundation's headquarters. The nearest MTF team was already heading this way.
However, time waited for no one. Zhang Jue decided to go up the mountain to check out the situation first. Harvey stayed behind to wait for the MTF team that was about to arrive.
The few of them carried mountaineering backpacks. At first, they took the conventional tourist route. There were more tourists and media around them. Everyone held their cameras and kept searching the sky and the mountain, hoping to see the giant dragon's figure.
As the altitude gradually increased, the surrounding people began to decrease.
After all, everyone was here to earn money and relax. There was no need to work so hard.
Zhang Jue and the others set off in the morning. By one o 'clock in the afternoon, they were already more than two thousand meters above sea level.
The temperature had already dropped a little. The few of them took out the clothes that they had prepared beforehand and put them on. Only then did they feel a little warmer.
"Let's take a break."
Zhang Jue looked around and found a relatively flat rock. He stood on it and looked into the distance.
"We'll be close to the snow line if we go any higher. We have to replenish our supplies and eat something."
The weather was gloomy, which made it difficult for them to climb.
The surrounding tourists gradually decreased. Most of the people who could reach here were rock climbing enthusiasts. The reporters carrying cameras had long disappeared.
"Mr. Zhang, you seem to be very familiar with this place," Haile said.
Zhang Jue snorted.
As someone who had lived in CN for two lifetimes, he was not as familiar with the Alps as he was with the Alps Lollipop.
He had only gathered this information last night. Perhaps it was because of the SCP in this world, but the Alps here were very different from the ones he was familiar with. The geology and landscape had changed greatly.
After a simple meal, they picked up their pickaxes, ropes, and other equipment and set off again.
If there were books, they would be long; if there were no books, they would be short.
They walked all the way into the depths of the Alps. They didn't know how far they had traveled.
Along the way, Harvey constantly adjusted the direction of the compass to ensure that they did not take any wrong turns.
In the evening, everyone set up their tents and sat inside to organize their equipment.
Harvey opened the map and pointed to a place marked with a red cross. "This is the place where the dragon often appears. Our camp is built about two thousand meters away from it. That's it. Any closer and we'll be attacked. According to our speed, we should be able to reach there by noon tomorrow. I hope we can still make it. "
There would be strong winds at night in the Alps. It was not suitable for traveling, so everyone could only hide in their tents.
During the day, they had only eaten some jerky because they were in a hurry. Now that they had a small stove, they cooked some canned food.
In order to survive in the wild, one should not use an open fire to roast meat or cook canned food. It could easily attract wild beasts. However, they were already deep in the Alps. There were not many large wild beasts that could appear here.
Just as Zhang Jue was thinking about this, footsteps came from outside the tent.
Whether it was the SCP Foundation or GOC, the people who were sent out as special agents were all elites. Thus, although the footsteps were light, they could not escape their ears. As for Zhang Jue, needless to say, he was good at listening to footsteps when he was playing games.
The few of them looked at each other and continued chatting. Their hands were all touching their backpacks.
Judging from the footsteps, it was not a wild beast outside. It seemed to be a person.
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