Chapter 288 - Run Jack, Run!

Chapter 288: Run Jack, Run!
Translator: 
Nyoi-Bo Studio 
 Editor: 
Nyoi-Bo Studio

Bryan and Jack were a pair of
butt buddies.
They joined the army in the same year and entered the selection team participating in the
Devil’s Week
training selection of the SEALs in the same batch. Due to their outstanding performances, both passed the trial that had more than 70% elimination rate and entered the Navy SEALs. Not only were they lucky enough to become teammates, but they were also even assigned to the same dorm. Even more coincidently, they were both fighting and fitness enthusiasts, possessing a sturdy and muscular physique. Moreover, they were tall and handsome. If they were to walk on the streets with less clothing, ladies would scream for them, offer them their phone numbers, and give them a long, meaningful wink.
However, in the face of countless beauties, Bryan and Jack didn’t seem too interested. On the contrary, going through long periods of training and living together in camp, they have developed a huge ‘interest’ towards each other’s muscles. Bryan was 201 centimeters tall. Usually, he would take in large amounts of raw eggs and protein shakes, and was doing long-term weightlifting training. Therefore, the specialty of his muscles was that they were big and solid like rocks, with blood vessels spreading all over, overwhelming with explosive power. This kind of muscle was also called
explosive muscles
or
tough muscles.

Jack, on the other hand, was only 178 centimeters tall, slightly petite. Usually, he fancied chicken and vegetables. He was not too fond of fitness recipes and was more into running and stretching. Hence, the specialty of his muscles was that they were smooth, well-proportioned, and curvy. These muscles had relatively weaker explosive power, but it was long-lasting and enabled Jack to run faster. This kind of muscle was called
curvy muscles.

The style of both their muscles was different.
But
tough guy
Bryan really liked the delicate and curvy muscles on Jack’s body. Jack, on the other hand, was envious of the explosiveness of Bryan’s muscles. Through daily practices and duels they had for their training, their muscles would collide with one another in the arena, smearing upon them with each other’s sweat. Gradually, they built among themselves a very deep relationship, and thus, they officially became a couple.


Coincidently, Capello needed a bunch of outstanding
musclemen
excelling in close combat to execute his
Punch of Justice
plan. Of course, all 120 SEALs present were
musclemen.
None of them had weak fighting abilities. Thus, 20 most powerful elite
musclemen
would be selected for the mission.
During selection, Capello wasn’t looking at their fighting techniques. Contrarily, he established a defined threshold: only fighters with a punch force of 400 kilograms and above were qualified for this mission. This target was fairy exaggerated. One must know that the renowned King of Boxers, Mike Tyson, could only do an 8,000 kilograms right punch and 5,000 grams left punch in a test environment. He was a beast-like existence within the field.
Regular boxers had a punch force of 300-600 kilograms. A regular 60-kilo person had a maximum 150-kilogram punch force. Those who went through professional sports training had punch forces in between the 250 to 400-kilogram range. A 400-kilogram punch force was twice the amount of a regular person, even more powerful than people who were professionally trained. In a 1v1 hand-to-hand combat, such a man would deal a KO with just two to three punches.
During the punch test, without question, Bryan passed the test with ease. His right hand punched out a monstrous 550-kilogram force, winning him everyone’s cheers. Bryan was enlisted for the mission. This made Jack a little nervous. Bryan was going for a mission, as his butt buddy, he would have to tag along as well! In regular tests, he would only punch some 380-kilogram force, sometimes 390, but never once exceeding 400 kilograms. But to be able to go along with Bryan on this mission, looking at the test equipment in front of him, Jack clenched his teeth, took some ten steps backward and then thrust forward.

AHH!!
He let out a huge roar and smashed his right fist against the equipment.
BAM!
A number appeared on the device: 401.
The power of love allowed him to overcome his own limits.

Lieutenant Jack. Pass.
Capello nodded.
After all 120 SEALs went through the punch force test, Capello discovered that there were only 13 people capable of a 400-kilogram punch. There were some that looked very fearsome and solid on the outside that only got out with some 350 or 360-kilo punch.


He was a little disappointed. He forwent the subsequent fighting skill test and added seven additional members with a punch of 380 kilograms and above into the special task force. And so, personnel selection was completed.
…
On the following day, on a large passenger aircraft heading towards the Pacific Ocean, all members of the task force, wearing short sleeves and pants, were feeling a little uneasy. After all, the location of their secret mission this time around was an intimidating giant nation.

Bryan, do you think that this ‘trip’ of ours will be successful? You know, we only have five minutes of mission time. Within these five minutes, we must barge into the villa, get rid of the target, run back to the shore, take a speed boat to the outer sea, and enter a submarine… is five minutes really enough?
Jack raised his doubts.

Five minutes is more than enough.
Bryan was filled with confidence. He lifted his arms and wiggled his strong muscles. With disdain, he said,
I can take down those small dk yellow people in just a single punch, I can send 10 of them to hell within three minutes… Mr. Capello is being too cautious, I think that 10 people will be just enough.


What you said is true.
Jack nodded, but he had this faint feeling within him that things weren’t going to go well.
…
On the 23rd of June, at three o’clock in the morning in Junting Grand Court, a group of sneaky figures came to the front of the villa. Facing the three-meter outer wall, they climbed in swiftly, stepping on each other’s backs.

Who are you, what are you doing here?
The gatekeeper inside the guard booth was awakened by unusual voices. He came out from the booth and questioned loudly.

Huhuh…
Bryan grinned. He grabbed his shoulders and threw him forward. He clipped him within his stout arm and then…


Snap!
He broke the gatekeeper’s neck.

Go to villa no. 8!

20 musclemen accelerated their footsteps, trotting towards villa no. 8.
Suddenly, they slowed down and looked at the front strangely. Around 20 guards wearing tuxedos came out from villa no.8, and they were coming right at them.

Eliminate them!
Bryan waved his hands. These bodyguards came out just at the right moment.
Both parties sped up at the same time, swiftly colliding into a skirmish. A few seconds after the encounter, Bryan heard a few daunting screams.

AHHH!


AHHHHH!

He turned his head over, witnessing the horrifying scene. In the lights at the flower bed, he saw the hand of a guard wearing a tuxedo piercing through the body of his comrade from chest to back. His comrade was spitting out large amounts of blood. He was not going to make it for sure. Later on, he saw another comrade whose head busted apart like a watermelon after getting punched by a guard. There was another comrade currently flying two meters in the air. His ribs were cracking with half of his chest gone. He never moved after hitting the floor.



AH! GO TO HELL!
Seeing a guard wearing a tuxedo charging towards him, Bryan channeled all his might into his fist, wanting to smash his opponents’ brain apart. The guard, however, did not budge at all. In return, it responded with its own punch.
Bam!
Both of their fists came together.
Crack!

AHH!
An unspeakable sense of pain was transmitted into Bryan’s brain. He screamed as his right arm wobbled down like noodles… his bones were fractured. Not only did the guard in front of him sustain no damage, but it was also as if they were following a fixed program, channeling another punch at him in a flash.

Demons! You demons!
Bryan countered with a punch on his left hand.
Crack!
The bones in his left hand were also shattered.

AHHH!!
Bryan, whose both hands were crippled, cried in unparalleled agony.
The guard wearing a tuxedo did not stop. It callously gave him another punch on his chest at high speed! Bryan turned his body around, barely dodging this fatal blow. Turning over, he saw something shocking. In less than one minute, among all his 20 comrades that came to the mission, only he and Jack was still frantically dodging and leaping around, avoiding direct confrontation. All the rest were already collapsed in a pool of blood.



Jack! Run!
For unknown reasons, he shouted these words to his last surviving buddy at this most dangerous juncture. Listening to his screams, Jack complied to his wish. He turned over and ran, yelling back to him,
Bryan! Run!
But Jack’s reminder came late. A brisk punch landed on Bryan’s back. The thousand-kilo punch force propelled him three meters forward, shattering the bones in his right shoulders.
Bryan spewed out the blood in his mouth and held himself up, kneeling using his explosive power. He shouted at Jack who was constantly looking back,
Run Jack, Run!

A fist, harder than metal, abruptly plunged through his back and emerged through his chest. It severed his spinal cord and at the same time crushed his heart. Looking at the fist covered in blood in front of him, Bryan’s consciousness was quickly disappearing. In the last moments of his blurry vision, he seemed to have seen Jack running back madly and end up being surrounded by the guards in tuxedos.