Title: Reborn in Handong, Starting with an Investment in Gao Yuliang

The next afternoon.

Suburbs of Jingzhou.

A heavily guarded secret training base.

This is inside Speedy Logistics.

A place specifically used for training senior security personnel.

Now it has been temporarily requisitioned by Liang Cheng and has become Qi Tongwei's exclusive training ground.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Qi Tongwei has just finished a 10-kilometer armed cross-country run.

He looked like he had been pulled out of the water.

Sweat streamed down his angular face, soaking through his camouflage uniform and highlighting the bulging, muscular lines of his body.

He threw his backpack on the ground with a thud, then plopped down on the steps of the rest area, panting heavily.

Liang Cheng was dressed in casual clothes.

He sat leisurely under the parasol next to him, holding a glass of chilled lemonade in his hand.

"How are you feeling?"

Liang Cheng handed him a bottle of mineral water.

Qi Tongwei took it, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down more than half the bottle in one go.

The cool liquid flowed down my throat into my stomach, dispelling much of the heat.

He wiped the sweat from his face and gave a wry smile.

"The pressure is immense."

Qi Tongwei's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"I heard that the city bureau sent out several tough guys, all of whom have actually been on the battlefield and seen blood."

"My teacher talked to me last night and told me to prepare for a tough battle."

A barely perceptible worry flickered in his eyes.

Although his theoretical knowledge and shooting skills were top-notch in the school, his practical experience was almost zero.

And this time, their opponents are precisely the group with the most practical experience.

It's like a max-level theoretical mage trying to take on a group of battle-hardened berserkers one-on-one.

Liang Cheng smiled and put down the lemonade in his hand.

"What are elites anyway?"

"To a mad dog, it's nothing more than a piece of meat to gnaw on."

He took a document from his briefcase and pushed it in front of Qi Tongwei.

"Look, this is the main opponent you'll be facing."

Qi Tongwei picked up the document and turned to the first page.

What comes into view.

It's a photo of a man with a buzz cut, fierce eyes, and a scar on the corner of his mouth, exuding a menacing aura that keeps strangers at bay.

Name: Zhang Long

Nickname: Mad Dog

[Unit: Criminal Investigation Detachment, Jingzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau]

[Resume: Former member of the Armed Police Force on the southwestern border, participated in numerous border anti-drug missions, and was awarded one second-class merit and two third-class merits. Later, due to disciplinary violations during an arrest operation, seriously injuring a drug trafficker, he was discharged from the military and transferred to civilian work.]

【Characteristics: Extremely strong in actual combat, fierce fighting style, fearless, adept at using any means necessary to attack the enemy's vital points in melee combat.】

[Weaknesses: Impulsive and easily angered; prone to losing rationality when provoked. Weak theoretical foundation; inconsistent shooting performance, especially poor at precision shooting.]

Qi Tongwei's pupils suddenly contracted.

Just looking at this document.

He could feel the overwhelming stench of blood.

He continued to flip backward.

The second person is Li Feng.

A former special reconnaissance soldier, skilled in jungle warfare and camouflage infiltration.

The third person is Hou Minghui.

A former bomb disposal officer with exceptional mental fortitude, he is a top-notch sniper.

......

There are five people on the list.

Each one was carefully selected by Wang Weiguo and specifically designed as a stumbling block for the competition events.

Each one of them is enough to make any fresh graduate feel despair.

"These people are the trap that Wang Weiguo prepared for you."

Liang Cheng's voice was very calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

He held up his finger.

He tapped Zhang Long's name.

"Especially Zhang Long, he is the last insurance that Zhao Lichun prepared for you."

"In freestyle fighting, there's no protective gear and very few rules. Wang Weiguo's intention is clear: he wants this mad dog to cripple you in the ring."

Qi Tongwei's breathing became somewhat rapid.

His knuckles turned white from gripping the document tightly.

Liang Cheng looked at him, his eyes calm and deep.

Are you scared?

Qi Tongwei took a deep breath, suddenly raised his head, and the worry in his eyes was swept away, replaced by a fierce determination.

"No!"

"I'm just excited!"

"very good."

Liang Cheng nodded in satisfaction.

He stood up.

He walked up to Qi Tongwei and looked down at him.

"Senior, you must remember, this is not an exam, it's a war."

"Since it's war, we need to learn to use our brains, not just our passion."

His voice is magnetic and carries a calming power.

What are your strengths?

"You have a ruthless, fearless spirit about you, something that those old hands have long since lost."

Liang Cheng's gaze seemed to see right through Qi Tongwei's soul.

Use your strengths to attack their weaknesses.

"To deal with someone like Zhang Long, you can't just fight him with your fists; that's suicide. You have to stay within the rules, use your precise shooting and tactical planning to leave him far behind in the earlier events, so he doesn't even have a chance to fight you!"

"To deal with that sniper, you need to use your physical advantage to wear him down during the armed cross-country run, until he doesn't even have the strength to lift a gun!"

"War is about exploiting information gaps and playing to your strengths while avoiding your weaknesses."

Every word Liang Cheng said was like a key.

It opened one tightly locked door after another in Qi Tongwei's heart.

His original thoughts were vague.

It became crystal clear in an instant.

Those seemingly invincible opponents.

Under Liang Cheng's analysis, they all revealed fatal flaws.

This is no longer a simple contest of strength.

This was a meticulously planned, devastating attack by Liang Cheng!

All he had to do was follow the route Liang Cheng had drawn.

We will take it one step at a time and steadily secure victory.

"I see."

Qi Tongwei stood up, the flames in his eyes burning even brighter.

All the pressure he felt at that moment transformed into unparalleled motivation.

Liang Cheng patted him on the shoulder and smiled slightly.

"Go."

"Double the plan your strength and conditioning coach has created for you."

"I want you to become a true beast before the duel begins."

……

night.

The Liang family residence in the Hantong Provincial Party Committee compound.

The study was filled with smoke.

An atmosphere of anxiety permeated the air.

Liang Qunfeng paced back and forth in the small space with his hands behind his back, almost leaving a mark on the Persian carpet under his feet.

The cigarette in his hand had burned down to the very end, and he only realized it when it burned his fingers. He quickly threw it into the ashtray.

In that crystal ashtray.

It was piled high with cigarette butts of varying lengths, like a small mountain.

"Xiao Cheng, come here."

Liang Qunfeng stopped and waved to Liang Cheng, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book with a calm demeanor.

His voice betrayed an barely suppressed anxiety.

Liang Cheng put down his book and walked to his father's side.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

Liang Qunfeng glared at his son and said irritably.

"Isn't this move of yours too risky?"

He picked up a document from the table.

This is a detailed report from the Provincial Public Security Department about this competition, which highlights several top contenders for the championship.

It ranks first.

It was none other than Zhang Long, nicknamed "Mad Dog".

The report portrayed Zhang Long as a police hero with outstanding combat achievements and unparalleled practical experience.