King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 706 - 660: Accountant ’Long Legs’_2

Compared to their time in the military, these mercenaries from all over the world were even more diligent here.

Here, there's no instructor to push you; death drives you to work hard!

Joe Ga and his group had been showing up here for three days in a row. When Joe Ga stepped onto the track, a few mercenaries who seemed to have been waiting there followed suit.

These guys weren't looking to socialize through running, but they were curious about the old man Karman.

They were all soldiers, and running five kilometers with a 15kg load wasn't considered difficult.

But no one had ever seen somebody who could run a five-kilometer course in under 14 minutes with a 15kg load.

Moreover, the old black man finished running and seemed very relaxed. He would wait almost until the nearly outpaced P·B boss caught up to him before they would go for breakfast in the canteen together.

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Perhaps because they had more free time, people from Europe and America loved sports more than Asians.

A few guys wearing tactical vests were part of this group; they waited until Joe Ga started running, specifically waiting for Karman to start moving before they followed.

There was also an individual holding a stopwatch running beside them.

Joe Ga didn't stop these enthusiastic guys. After all, after a few laps, they wouldn't have the spare energy to think about anything else.

Karman would set the pace for everyone, then quickly deplete their stamina with his high running pace.

Even those good at sports had to run without weights to keep up with him, otherwise they would be exhausted after no more than two kilometers.

Joe Ga, however, was fine; he was used to being taken for a run by the old Karman. He had now given up on trying to outpace Karman and had started to enjoy the slow growth of his endurance and physical reserves.

His ultimate goal was to try not to be lapped by Karman!

Watching a bunch of fools being led by Karman to start running at a high pace, Joe Ga grinned and then began enjoying his morning exercise.

However, a few minutes later, Joe Ga realized something was amiss…

After two laps, those guys weren't falling much behind Karman, and one of the tall, skinny Caucasians was actually sticking close to him.

Just as Joe Ga was beginning to think he might have underestimated the heroes of the world, Karman accelerated again.

The old man's running form was unattractive; if you watched him run by himself, you'd think he was an old wolf hunting alone.

But when the run became a competition, with others around him for comparison, Karman's acceleration was filled with the fiery passion of 'standing out.'

Joe Ga, amused, followed behind them and then slowly forgot his own pace, slowing down involuntarily by the 10th lap…

By then, Karman had already surpassed him by half a lap!

But what surprised Joe Ga was that the tall, skinny Caucasian was still keeping up, and Karman was still accelerating…

Usually, Joe Ga would be lapped towards the end, but today by lap eleven and a half, he had already been lapped by Karman.

As Karman passed by Joe Ga, he could clearly sense that the old guy seemed quite happy; his breathing wasn't the least bit disordered, yet it had become much lighter.

When Joe Ga had reached half of the twelfth lap, the tall, skinny Caucasian also lapped him.

However, by this time, Karman had already finished his morning exercise and was walking slowly while awaiting the amazed cheers of the mercenaries to catch up with the boss.

By then, Joe Ga lost his will to run. He rushed into the crowd of mercenaries and asked out of curiosity, "What happened?"

A black guy with thick lips bit his finger and made a disbelieving expression, saying, "13 minutes and 18 seconds, five kilometers with a 15kg load, 13 minutes and 18 seconds…

The current five-kilometer world record is 12 and a half minutes, OMG, this old man is amazing, he hardly sweated at all…"

Listening to this, Joe Ga curiously pointed at the tall, slim Caucasian who had completed the five kilometers and said, "What about that guy? How did he do?"

A big-bearded man holding a stopwatch replied, "14 minutes and 5 seconds, this is also a record-breaking performance. I haven't seen anyone run like this during my time with the Rangers.

His pace got messed up; otherwise, he could have done even better.

Shit, what kind of monsters are these?"

Hearing this, Joe Ga thought for a moment about Karman's cheerful expression and then walked over to the tall, skinny Caucasian. While accompanying him on his slow walk, he said, "What's your name? Which company are you with?"

The tall, skinny Caucasian looked at Joe Ga with a strange expression and replied, "Sir, my name is Ron Hoyle, code name 'Long Legs.' I was a sergeant in the Marine Corps reconnaissance squad.

I'm with P·B. I passed the expedition assessment and completed the diving training, becoming a member of the level 10 special forces."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga, patting his forehead and laughing embarrassingly, said, "I'm sorry, did I neglect you guys a bit?"

Ron Hoyle paused for a moment and said, "Sir, I passed the assessment alone because I took the desert route, so I couldn't find a team to cooperate with…"

Joe Ga then realized that this guy had been excluded during the assessments because he didn't fit in.

Of those who passed the assessment, there were 10 Bolivians, 19 Colombians, and 15 veterans from around the world.

They all knew they should band together. As a result, this guy had gone through the assessment alone…

Mercenaries are very pragmatic; if you don't fit in, there's something wrong with you, and I won't collaborate with someone I don't trust.

This guy was more shrewd than the Rabbit Squad; he followed the predestined special forces through the desert route, bypassing the obstacles set by P·B.