My military function points

Chapter 307 You all go to the finish line and wait to see me win!
Under the gaze of referee Sakura and all the surrounding spectators, Chen Rong came to his bicycle.

He bent down, carried the car on his shoulders, and started sprinting forward.

"Wow!!!"

"Fuck!"

“He’s so fast!”

"Carrying a car and running? That's awesome!"

There were exclamations all around, and referee Sakura looked at the figure gradually moving away in shock, and hurriedly returned to the car to signal for it to follow.

Deng Xingao also recovered from his shock, moved the spare bicycle back to the car, and urged the driver to go to the changing area quickly.

"The King of Hell is completely enraged!" Sun Tiantian said slowly in the crowd.

The others also nodded. As Chen Rong's teammates, everyone knew their captain very well.

Everyone heard what Chen Rong said just now, and knew that the captain was really furious this time.

Chen Ai said coldly: "I will go to see Team Leader Gao Xiaobai now and report this referee!"

Sophia looked distressed and cried, "Is he tired of carrying the car?"

Chen Rong was running, getting faster and faster.

The blood in his body was boiling, and his strong heart and body functions provided him with endless power!

As his breathing became more rapid, Chen Rong's speed soon reached its limit. Looking from behind, it was impossible to tell whether it was a person riding the bike or the bike riding the person.

Relying on his strong physique, Chen Rong maintained the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

If converted into speed, it has already exceeded 30 kilometers per hour!
This is a very exaggerated figure.

Therefore, when Chen Rong caught up with a player who had passed him earlier while carrying his bicycle, the expression on the other person's face was as if he had seen a ghost.

This is the last section of the 180-kilometer journey. The athletes have already consumed most of their energy, and the speed of the vehicles is now maintained at 30-40 kilometers per hour.

In fact, it is possible for a person to run faster than a bicycle in a short period of time. However, for someone like Chen Rong to catch up with a bicycle while carrying it on his back and still maintain the speed of a sprint is something beyond comprehension, even in the eyes of those who are known to have the strongest endurance among humans.

"Oh my god! He's crazy!"

"Oh my God, how did this man do this?"

"Isn't he afraid that his heart will explode if he runs like this?"

"So strong! I dream of being fucked by a man like this..."

Chen Rong's crazy behavior scared all the onlookers on the roadside. Many of the triathlon spectators were experts in this field and naturally knew how exaggerated Chen Rong's behavior was.

In fact, this will leave a significant mark in the entire history of human sports!
"Come on!"

"Better than them! Man, you're the best!"

"Fuck! Compared to him, our own athletes are weak!"

As the emotions of the audience were aroused, the director's desk also noticed this side, and soon, one drone after another flew over.

. . .

. . .

On the other side of the strait, the military club in the base was already full of people.

The soldiers were either smoking or drinking, chatting while watching the big screen on the wall that was broadcasting the Olympic Games live.

At this moment, the screen was showing the triathlon final.

For these professional soldiers, they are not very interested in other events, and triathlon is one of the few events worth watching.

Maguire picked up the beer glass with ice cubes and clinked it with Paul, then pointed to the live screen and joked:

"If you were to train all these guys, I'm afraid within a year, an elite team that surpasses SEAL Team Six would emerge!"

As the person in charge of the base, Maguire generously gave everyone a day off to watch the event.

Paul took a sip of beer and wiped his mouth. "Old buddy, you are just talking about something irrelevant! You know that SEAL Team Six has been disbanded, but you are deliberately saying this to provoke me, right?"

"So what? Cheer up and rebuild!" Maguire didn't care.

Paul didn't say anything and changed the subject: "This is a special period, and you're still letting the base have a holiday. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Maguire watched the live broadcast with great interest, without even turning his head:
"What's wrong with that? Last time, those people from Tiandu came over, didn't you kill two of them? The outer defense has been adjusted now, so don't worry.

By the way, you violated discipline by taking people out without permission last time, so it just happens that your merits and demerits can be offset, that's it!"

"Wow!!!"

There was a sudden commotion in the club, and everyone was looking at the big screen on the wall in surprise.

Paul looked up upon seeing this, and saw that the live broadcast footage, which was originally showing Ichiro Ota and Robert chasing each other, had switched to the Chinese athletes at some point.

Looking down from a high altitude, the man was carrying a red bicycle with a deformed tire and running madly with his head down, closely following the first echelon.

"Oh, what's going on?" Paul became interested.

Maguire has been following the game and explained: "Didn't you see his car broke down? He crashed before and now he has no choice but to carry the car and run, hahahaha!"

Paul was also amused, but still expressed his respect for the sport: "China's sportsmanship is still strong! But can't the car be repaired if it's broken?"

"Maybe it's too late?"

"But can your body bear to keep running like this? Oh, no, this guy is so fast!"

Not only Paul, but other SEAL members in the club also gradually realized that something was wrong.

We are all elite and have a deep understanding of what it means to sprint long distances with weights at this speed.

"Oh my God! Where did China find this monster from?" Maguire picked up the remote control and turned up the volume of the live broadcast to the maximum.

As a result, the commentator's voice in the live broadcast was clearly heard.

"Okay, now we are seeing the scene of Wang Yan, a contestant from China. This is a rather interesting scene. This contestant is actually running while carrying a bicycle. Hehe, Mr. Ono, what do you think of this?"

"I think there must be something wrong with the bike! This year's Olympics has been full of problems. Previously, a Russian athlete was suspected of having a stomachache, and now a Chinese athlete is carrying a bicycle, hahaha..."

"Ahem... The director has found the previous surveillance footage. Now let's watch the replay and see what happened before!"

As soon as the commentator finished speaking, the live broadcast screen switched again, and the Chinese athlete was flying out of the car.

At this time, the picture is in slow motion and is played repeatedly.

"Well, it looks like he did fall off the bike!"

The commentator's voice sounded, "Oh, he actually landed safely. This somersault is so cool!"

"Alas!"

"cool!"

"effort!"

There were also bursts of exclamations and applause in the club.

"Hey, what happened? The Chinese athlete was given a yellow card by the referee!" Maguire noticed this detail.

Paul glanced at the referee and quickly made a guess. He said calmly, "Sakura's own referee. It seems that this matter is not that simple." "However, why does this Chinese athlete look familiar to me?"

Paul, being the godfather of the seals, would certainly not forget what he had seen, and he immediately began to recall it in his mind.

The physical fitness displayed by this athlete is simply amazing, and Paul only knows a few Chinese people like him.

Perhaps the director thought that Chen Rong's somersault and landing was too gorgeous, so it was still playing in slow motion on the screen.

It is estimated that this footage will soon spread all over the Internet.

Paul looked at the athlete's back on the screen, and two figures flashed in his mind.

One was a young soldier who swooped down from a warship and grabbed S-75, and the other was a young athlete who climbed the stairs with his bare hands in the Olympic Village.

Gradually, the three figures merged together, blending perfectly.

"He is the King of Hell!!!"

Paul shouted out loud, and the whole club fell silent in an instant.

Maguire, who was holding the glass, almost choked on the drink and turned back in surprise: "Who? Where is the King of Hell?"

Paul pointed at the screen: "That Chinese athlete is the King of Hell!"

Maguire was shocked: "No, he is the captain of a hunter team, isn't he here for Apollo?

I have already set up traps in the secret base, waiting for them to take the bait, but now he is participating in the Olympics?"

“Isn’t this world crazy?”

Paul murmured to himself: "Chen, you have an amazing son!"

. . .

. . .

In the Pacific Ocean on the other side of the cherry blossoms, the Costa cruise ship is moving slowly.

In a luxurious suite on the top floor, Evan and Abby sat on the carpet, eating steak and watching the live broadcast on TV.

Khan was lying on the sofa nearby, and said with interest: "As expected of the King of Hell, his physical fitness is really abnormal. Even if I met him when I was young, I would have been inferior to him!"

Evan and Abby looked at each other calmly. Abby looked curious: "What King of Hell? Where is he?"

"Stop acting, the two of you. Isn't the man sprinting with the bicycle the King of Hell?"

Khan chuckled, "I'm really looking forward to him winning the gold medal. The faces of those Sakura people will definitely be very interesting then, hahahaha!"

"That's not the King of Hell!" Evan continued to play dumb, "Have you seen him?"

"Although I have never seen his face, I have fought with the King of Hell in close combat, so I am very familiar with his body shape!"

Han said calmly, "Besides, this guy has already sprinted several kilometers at this terrifying speed. I have never heard of such a dark horse appearing in China's triathlon this year. Who else could it be except the King of Hell?"

Abby's eyes turned and looked at Khan: "Yan Wang is a member of the Hunters. Since he came here, he must have a mission. Why does he want to participate in the competition?"

"Who am I asking you to ask me?"

Khan saw through Abby's intention at a glance, "Don't even think about getting information from me. Even if I tell you, what will happen? Do you still want to leave alive?"

Evan and Abby were silent.

It can be seen from Khan's completely defenseless attitude towards them that the other party has no intention of letting them go.

"The King of Hell will definitely come to save us!"

After a moment, Abby said firmly, "Don't think that just because he can't find you, there is nothing he can't do!"

"I admit that Yan Wang is very powerful and the most powerful opponent I have ever encountered."

Khan was in the mood for conversation now, looking at Abby, "Not only is he a capable fighter, but his mind is also top-notch."

"Last time, the SEALs went to the Olympic Village but came back to disrupt our operation. They must have been awakened by the King of Hell. I think he has guessed our real purpose."

"But so what? I have the upper hand everywhere. He wants to take advantage of me, so why not just go with the flow? You know, an open conspiracy is the hardest to break!"

Khan said as he started issuing orders on the walkie-talkie in front of Evan and Abby.

"Kun, inform the others to have the cruise ship sail back to the Sakura Sea area, and at the same time, tell the King of Hell the detailed information we have about the entrance."

"Yes!"

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. . .

At the second transition area, the audience seats were already in an uproar, with everyone shouting wildly at the figure rushing over with a bicycle on his shoulder.

More than a dozen cameras were densely placed around Chen Rong, not missing any details.

As the fifth player to arrive at the second transition area, Chen Rong completely ignited the enthusiasm of the audience!
This is just the scene; the number of people watching the live broadcast of this game outside the stadium has already exceeded one billion!
This Chinese athlete named Wang Yan deservedly received the most attention in this Olympics.

After riding for more than 170 kilometers, he carried his bicycle and sprinted for nearly five kilometers, overtaking seven athletes and arriving at the transition area as the fifth one!
This is already a miracle!
Infected by the atmosphere on the scene, even the voices of the two commentators became higher.

"It's incredible, dear audience friends, we saw that Wang Yan from China actually passed eight athletes with her legs and entered the transition area fifth!"

"Yes, it's really unexpected!"

"Teacher Ono, running seems to be Wang Yan's strong point. Do you think it is possible for him to surpass other runners and win the championship in the final marathon?"

"Haha, you seem to have overlooked one thing. Wang Yan, like Robert, has a yellow card. This means that if he wants to win the championship, he must be more than 30 seconds faster than the second place!"

"Oh, yes, I forgot about this matter! However, I still think Wang Yan has a chance to win the championship. His performance just now was so shocking!"

"Okay, let's make a bet. The loser..."

Whoohoo!
Chen Rong was soaked all over and breathing heavily at this time, but his eyes were extremely calm.

Ignoring the cheers and flashes of light around him, Chen Rong put down his bicycle, inserted it into the parking rack, and immediately began to change equipment.

Deng Xingao and several of his staff stood by and watched without saying a word, each of them clenched his fists.

Everyone has already felt the fighting spirit in each other, and it would be redundant to say anything now!
Even the commentators were already discussing whether Wang Yan could win the championship. As compatriots, how could they not have confidence?
Running shoes, number plates, glasses, cooling belts...

Chen Rong put these on one by one, jumped twice on the spot, then rushed out after leaving a word.

"You all go to the finish line and wait to see me win!"

"Yes!"

Deng Xingao was shaking with excitement and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Win the championship!!!"

"Win the championship!"

"Win the championship!"

"Win the championship!"

Amid the thunderous cheers of the audience, Chen Rong rushed out of the transition area and plunged into the scorching sun.

His fearless figure was like a dragon striking, and sweat flew down behind him.

This scene has been permanently frozen in the memories of countless people.

(End of this chapter)