Brian and Jack were a pair of "good friends."
They joined the army in the same year and entered the selection team in the same batch to participate in the "Devil's Week" training selection for the Navy SEALs.
Due to their excellent performance, they both passed the selection with an elimination rate of more than 70% and entered the SEALs.
Not only were they lucky to be teammates.
They were also assigned to the same dormitory.
What was more coincidental was that they were also very passionate about fighting and fitness, so they both had extremely strong muscles.
In addition, they were tall and handsome.
If they were to walk on the street with less clothes on, it would even cause girls to scream, and there was no lack of beautiful women actively asking for their phone numbers, winking meaningfully.
However, in the face of countless beautiful women, Brian and Jack did not show much interest.
Instead, after long-term training and living together, they became "interested" in each other's muscles.
Brian was 2.01 meters tall, and he usually ate a lot of raw eggs, protein powder, and did weight training for a long time. Therefore, the characteristics of his body were: big, hard, like pieces of "stone", with blood vessels all over the surface, full of explosive power.
These kinds of muscles were also known as "explosive muscles", "tough guy muscles."
Jack was only 1.78 meters tall, relatively short, and usually preferred to eat muscle and vegetables. He did not eat special fitness diets, and preferred to run and stretch training. Therefore, the characteristics of his muscles were: smooth overall, smooth lines, weak explosive power, but long endurance, fast running speed.
These kinds of muscles were known as "defined muscles."
The two styles of muscles could be said to be quite different.
However, "tough guy" Brian liked the elegant lines of Jack's muscles.
Jack envied the explosive power of Brian's muscles.
Therefore, in the daily training exchanges and sparring, their two different styles of muscles collided in the ring every day, dripping sweat, and gradually establishing a deep "gay relationship", establishing a formal relationship.
And this time, Director Capello's "Fist of Justice" plan needed a group of "muscular men" with excellent close combat ability to carry it out.
Of course, the 120 SEALs present were all "muscular men", and each of their fighting ability was not weak.
That was to pick 20 of the strongest "muscular men" to go to the mission location to carry out the mission.
And in the process of selection.
Director Capello did not look at their fighting skills. Instead, he set a hard target: only fighters with a punch strength of 400kg and above were qualified to participate in the mission.
This indicator was quite exaggerated.
One had to know that the famous boxing champion, Mike Tyson, could exert 800 kilograms of force with his right fist and 500 kilograms of force with his left fist. He could be called a monster.
An ordinary boxing champion's punch force could reach 300 to 600 kilograms.
An ordinary person who weighed 60 kilograms could only punch 150 kilograms at most.
A person who had undergone professional sports training would have a punching force between 250 to 300 kilograms.
His punching strength was 400 kilograms, which was more than twice that of an ordinary person. He was even stronger than a person who had undergone professional sports training. In a 1v1 hand-to-hand fight, he could almost KO you with one or two punches.
In the fist strength test.
Without a doubt, Brian easily passed the test. His right fist had a monstrous force of 550 kilograms, causing a wave of exclamations.
Brian entered the list of participants for the mission.
This made Jack a little nervous. Brian was going on a mission, and as his inseparable best friend, he had to go with him!
In the usual tests, he could only punch 380 kilograms of force. Occasionally, it would reach 390 kilograms, but never 400.
But in order to go with Brian on a mission, looking at the testing machine in front of him, Jack clenched his teeth, took a dozen steps back, and then accelerated forward.
"Ah!!"
He roared and smashed his right fist on the machine.
"Boom!"
A number appeared on the machine's monitor: 401.
The power of love allowed him to break through his own limits.
"Second Lieutenant Jack, pass."
Capello nodded.
In the end, after all 120 commandos tested their punching strength, Capello discovered that only 13 of them had a punching strength of more than 400. Some of the big guys, who looked very powerful, actually only had a punching strength of three hundred and thirty-six.
He was a little disappointed. He simply gave up on the following fighting skills test and picked seven more members with a fist strength of more than 380 kilograms to fill the operation team.
The selection of personnel was completed.
…
The next day.
On a large passenger plane heading to the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
The team members, who were dressed casually in short shirts and shorts, were a little nervous.
After all, the location of their top-secret mission was a daunting giant country.
"Brian, do you think our 'vacation' will be successful? We only have five minutes to complete the mission. We must rush into the villa within five minutes and 'deal' with the mission target. Then, we must quickly escape to the coast, take a speedboat to the open sea, and enter the submarine that will pick us up … Is five minutes enough? "
Jack raised his concerns.
"Five minutes is enough."
Brian was full of confidence. He raised his muscular arm and said with contempt, "Those Asian chicks, I can kill one with one punch and ten in three minutes … Mr. Capello is still too cautious. I think sending ten people is enough."
"You're right."
Jack nodded, but he had a vague feeling that something bad was about to happen.
…
June 23rd, three o 'clock in the morning.
Junting Grand Court.
A group of sneaky figures arrived at the gate of the villa area.
Seeing the three-meter-tall security gate in front of them, they stepped on the backs of some people and quickly climbed up.
"Who are you, what are you doing?"
The guard, who was dozing off in the sentry box, was awakened by the abnormal noise. He walked out of the sentry box and asked loudly.
"Hehe …"
Brian grinned, grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him in front of him. His thick arm locked the guard's neck, and he exerted force.
With a crisp crack, the guard's neck was broken.
"Let's go to villa number 8!"
Twenty muscular men quickened their pace and trotted toward villa number 8.
Suddenly!
Their footsteps slowed down as they looked in front of them in surprise.
About twenty bodyguards in suits and leather shoes came out of villa number 8 and greeted them.
"Kill them!"
Brian waved his hand, and these bodyguards came out just in time.
Whoosh ~
The two groups of people accelerated at the same time and quickly collided.
A few seconds after the collision, Brian heard a few extremely shrill screams.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Turning his head, he saw a scene that almost popped out of his eye sockets.
Under the dim yellow light of the flower bed road, he actually saw the hand of a bodyguard in a suit hit into the body of a teammate, entering the chest and coming out from the back. The teammate spat out a large mouthful of blood.
It was as if he was dead.
He saw another teammate's head exploded like a watermelon under the bombardment of the bodyguard's fist.
Another teammate was flying two meters high in the air, his ribs were cracking, and half of his chest collapsed. After falling to the ground, there was no movement at all.
"Ah! Go to hell! "
Seeing a bodyguard in a suit rushing in front of him, Brian used all his strength to punch, trying to smash the other party's head.
The bodyguard in the suit did not retreat at all and punched back.
"Boom!" The fists of the two sides collided.
"Crack!"
"Ah!"
An indescribable pain came into Brian's head, and he could not help but scream. His right arm softened like noodles … the bones inside were broken.
Not only was the bodyguard in front of him unharmed, but he also punched like lightning as if he was performing a fixed procedure.
"Devil, you devil!"
Brian swung his left fist to block.
"Crack!"
The bones in his left hand were also broken.
"Ah!!"
Brian, whose two hands were broken, screamed extremely miserably.
The bodyguard in the suit did not stop, and coldly punched him in the chest at an extremely fast speed!
Brian moved his feet, turned his body sideways, and barely avoided this fatal punch.
Turning his head, he was shocked to see that it may not even be a minute, among the 20 teammates who came to carry out the mission together, only his gay friend Jack was still dodging in panic, not daring to fight head-on. The rest had all fallen in a pool of blood.
"Jack, Run!"
He didn't know why, but at this most dangerous moment, Brian shouted this sentence to his only surviving friend.
Hearing his shout, Jack obeyed.
Jack obeyed him, turned around, and ran. He also shouted to him, "Bryan, run!"
But at this time, Jack's reminder was too late. An extremely fast fist hit Brian's back. The fist force of thousands of kilograms made him fly forward for three meters, and his right shoulder blade was completely broken.
Brian spat out a mouthful of blood, and with an explosive force, he sat up on his knees and shouted to Jack, who looked back from time to time, "Jack, Run!"
Puff!
A fist harder than iron suddenly penetrated his back and came out of his chest, breaking his spine and crushing his heart.
He stared blankly at the bloody fist in front of him.
Brian's consciousness was quickly dissipating.
In the last remaining blurred vision, he seemed to see Jack madly rushing back, and then fell into the encirclement of the bodyguards in the suit.
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