The people behind the three of them stared intently at them …
Further away, Ace ran with all his might as he asked as though he was cheering himself on, "Dad, can I really finish? Can I really get first place? "
His father lied through his teeth. "Of course! Ace! You can do it! You will definitely get first place! I promise! I swear to God! God will definitely let you get first place when he sees you running! Come on, baby! Everyone is with you! "
"Alright!" Ace gritted his teeth and worked hard …
When the others saw how hard Ace was working, those who could not hold on after a few steps gritted their teeth and ran. What a joke. If they were to quit halfway, it would definitely be embarrassing. All of them gritted their teeth and persevered … This last team was running extremely slowly. Basically, no one had any hopes of getting a ranking. As long as they could finish or finish, it would be victory.
As time ticked by, an hour had passed …
Although Ace was running slower, he still gritted his teeth and persevered. He tried his best to move his legs.
The others originally wanted to rest, but when they saw Ace in this state, their faces turned red. They cheered themselves on and ran.
Another hour passed …
People were still working hard. They even began to doubt themselves. Had they really run for two hours? This was unbelievable!
"Heavens, I actually ran for so long!"
"I never thought that I could run so far! When I get back, I'll tell my son. He has to be proud of me! "
"Come on … Ah … Mother … Give me strength …"
…
A group of people ran while wailing.
They were doubting themselves, but at that moment, the referees at the finish line began to doubt their lives.
"What's going on? It's been two and a half hours. Why hasn't anyone reached the finish line? According to their past results, Sambuc, Drax, and Bigg should have reached the finish line by now … "a female referee said with a frown.
"That's right. Although they haven't broken the world record, they can still reach the finish line in two hours and ten minutes. They have never reached the finish line in two and a half hours! What exactly happened? "a male referee asked.
"Let someone take a look. What the hell are they doing?" An elderly referee, Malvis, said. Then, a young man named Seuss volunteered to go.
"Perhaps they will appear in front of us soon," Will, the only man who did not complain, said in a low voice.
However, half an hour later …
"Your 'a while' is a little long," Malves said calmly.
Weir fell into an awkward silence …
At that moment, Malves's phone rang, and Seuss's voice came through. "Oh my god! Mr. Malves, I have to ask you, is there a problem with your map? At least, is there something wrong with the one you gave me? "
"Hugh, are you questioning our professionalism? In that case, I can tell you solemnly that I personally supervised the drawing of all the maps and checked them. They are all the most accurate maps! Now, tell me, did you find Drax and the others? What the hell were they doing? Why haven't they reached the finish line yet? Do they want this year's marathon to become the joke of the world? The slowest marathon in history? "Malves asked in a dignified and angry manner.
Seuss said bitterly, "Mr. Malves, then I have to inform you of some bad news. I found some marathon members who gave up halfway, but …"
"But what?" Malves asked seriously. At that moment, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
"But I don't see a single athlete running! Uh … Wait, what did I see? Oh! Oh my god, a group of fat people, old people, women, and children ran over under the lead of a crippled youth … "Seuss exclaimed.
"I know. Someone has already reported it. That's Ace! An inspirational, brave, and strong youth! But that's not what I want you to find. It's Drax, Mozambique, and those bastards! Where are they? "Malves roared.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Malves. I drove all the way here and really didn't see any of them. I didn't even see anyone from the other teams, "Seuss said carefully.
"Damn it, then where are they? Who can tell me, where did they all go?! Damn bastards! "Malves asked angrily.
"Achoo!" Fangzheng sneezed and rubbed his nose. He asked Red Boy, "Is someone scolding me?"
Red Boy thought for a moment and said, "Master, with your character, there should be a lot of people scolding you."
Fangzheng: "…"
Fangzheng turned his head and looked behind him. All of them were panting and staring at him with bloodshot eyes, especially the three people running at the front. It was as though they were looking at their father's murderer!
Fangzheng mumbled, "These patrons don't seem to be able to run anymore …"
Red Boy said, "It seems so, but that shouldn't be the case. They are all professionals and amateurs. At the very least, they can finish the entire journey. We haven't even reached the finish line. Why are they like this? "
Fangzheng said, "We'll know if we ask."
Hence, Fangzheng shouted, "Patrons, are you unable to run anymore? Do you want to rest? "
"He … Phew … He's … Phew, what did he say?" Biggie asked, panting.
Mozambique no longer had his excitement from before. He shook his head and said, "I didn't hear him clearly …"
Drax's face was livid as he said angrily, "He asked us if we can't run anymore! Damn it, our department is one of the top three marathons! We have run the entire distance countless times. This time, before we even reach the finish line, he asked us if we can't run anymore! Damn it … This is blatant mockery! "
"This old monk is actually mocking us! All the best! All the best! Speed up and chase after him! We have to let him know how powerful we are! " Biggie shouted angrily when he heard that. At that moment, he no longer panted. His anger stimulated his strength and he began to speed up.
When Drax saw this, he hurriedly pulled him back and shook his head. "This … Forget it if we catch up."
Mozambique nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "Indeed, we've chased after him a few times and failed. Let's run together. Save your energy and charge at the last moment … "
"Alright …" Biggie nodded.
Hence, the group of people continued running …
The sun gradually set in the west. The group of people ran while sweating profusely. The more they ran, the slower they became. Some even began to walk … However, they were still moving forward.
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