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

Soon, Zhang Long and the others discovered that Qi Tongwei had gone up to the rooftop.

They acted immediately.

A few minutes later.

"Bang!"

The iron gate to the rooftop was kicked open.

On the rooftop.

The wind howled.

Qi Tongwei's figure appeared somewhat thin, yet he stood as upright as a javelin.

Zhang Long, accompanied by two burly henchmen, approached with a sinister grin.

For the ultimate humiliation.

The three of them even threw away their simulated rifles.

"Click".

Zhang Long pulled a black telescopic tactical baton from his waist, swung it hard, and the baton made a teeth-grinding cracking sound in the air.

"Kid, there are referees and rules in the ring."

He approached step by step.

His eyes were like those of someone looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

There's nothing here.

"Today, I'll show you what real combat is all about!"

Before the words were even finished, the battle erupted!

Zhang Long and two of his trusted confidants formed a triangular formation.

In an instant, all of Qi Tongwei's escape routes were sealed off.

There was no one-on-one fight, no morality.

Only the purest form of hunting!

A cold glint flashed in Qi Tongwei's eyes as he dodged a blow from Zhang Long's head.

At the same time, a vicious elbow strike landed on the ribs of the SWAT officer on the left!

However, the other party's reaction was surprisingly fast.

The SWAT officer neither dodged nor evaded, but instead took the blow with his arm.

The tactical stick in his other hand.

It struck Qi Tongwei's lower back like a venomous snake!

A sharp pain shot through me.

Qi Tongwei's movements froze for a moment.

That pause of a fraction of a second became the fatal flaw.

Zhang Long's attacks came one after another.

He kicked Qi Tongwei hard in the stomach, the force of which made Qi Tongwei groan and stagger backward.

Followed by.

A cold tactical baton, whistling through the air, slammed heavily into his back!

"Thump!"

Qi Tongwei could no longer hold on and collapsed to his knees, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Is that all you've got?"

Zhang Long walked up to him.

He stepped on Qi Tongwei's right hand, pressing his toes into his finger bones.

"Top scholar, does it hurt?"

"An S-rank rating, that's impressive!"

He bent down, leaned close to Qi Tongwei's ear, and spoke with a malicious pleasure in his voice.

"Beg for mercy! Beg for mercy loudly! Say you were wrong! Say you're a piece of trash!"

"Beg me, and I'll let you go!"

Zhang Long was not in a hurry to press the button on Qi Tongwei's body that indicated elimination.

He wanted to enjoy the thrill of trampling geniuses under his feet!

The excruciating pain of my fingers being crushed.

It surged through my body like an electric current.

Qi Tongwei gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, but he didn't make a sound.

He just kept his head down, as if he had given up resisting.

Just when Zhang Long thought he had completely collapsed and was about to reach out to grab Qi Tongwei's hair.

Make him look up at the camera and accept the final moment of humiliation.

Qi Tongwei, who always appeared weak.

A terrifyingly cold light suddenly shot out from his eyes!

It's now!

Despite the excruciating pain that his fingers were about to shatter, Qi Tongwei suddenly exerted force at an incredible angle!

Turn the tables!

Chokehold!

Qi Tongwei's legs were like iron clamps, locking Zhang Long's neck tightly the moment Zhang Long leaned forward!

Deadly Triangle Lock!

at the same time.

Qi Tongwei gathered the last of his strength in his body and slammed his elbow hard into Zhang Long's temple!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Zhang Long felt dizzy and disoriented.

Suddenly everything went black, my brain was instantly deprived of oxygen, and I made a "hoarse" sound in my throat, unable to utter a single word.

"Kill him!"

The two henchmen were shocked to see this and brandished their batons, ready to rush forward.

However, Qi Tongwei, who was already bloodthirsty, acted even faster than them!

He snatched the tactical baton from Zhang Long's hand, rolled to his feet, and the baton in his hand turned into a black lightning bolt.

It swept out!

"Clang! Clang!"

Two crisp sounds.

The two special police officers were in pain and forced to retreat.

Qi Tongwei did not pursue them.

With his last ounce of strength, he lunged at the semi-conscious Zhang Long again, strangling him tightly until the man completely lost consciousness.

Then he staggered.

Qi Tongwei grabbed the blue signal gun, which symbolized the death of the Blue Army commander, from Zhang Long's tactical vest.

Aim at the sky.

The trigger was pulled.

"call out--"

A blinding blue cloud of smoke shot into the sky.

The sharp whistle signaling the end of the exercise echoed throughout the entire factory area.

The referee team's voices came through the loudspeaker, trembling with disbelief:

"Blue Army commander killed... Red Army... Pyrrhic victory!"

When the medical team and the referee team rushed onto the rooftop.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw.

Qi Tongwei had already fallen into a pool of blood.

He was covered in injuries, his ribs were clearly dislocated, and the fingers of his right hand were a bloody mess, with almost no good flesh left.

But even in his unconscious state, a faint smile remained on his face.

That scarred hand was still gripping the still-warm signal gun tightly.

This scene was clearly broadcast live throughout the entire province.

The command center was completely silent.

The internet was completely silent.

There was no applause, no cheers, only a suffocating solemnity.

on the rostrum.

Liang Qunfeng suddenly stood up, staring at the blood-covered young man on the screen, his eyes even slightly reddening.

Zhao Lichun looked at Zhang Long, who was being urgently carried off on a stretcher, and Qi Tongwei, who was also unconscious. His face was ashen and extremely grim.

he knows.

I lost.

A crushing defeat.

This was a blood-stained, tragic victory.

It's more lethal than any perfect victory!

It can touch people's hearts!

......

Handong Provincial People's Hospital.

In the highest-standard ward for senior officials, the disinfectant had a light and sophisticated smell.

Qi Tongwei lay quietly in the hospital bed.

His left hand was receiving an IV drip, while his right hand was wrapped in thick bandages, looking like a white rice dumpling.

The doctor had just finished treating his wounds and diagnosed him with three fractured ribs, multiple finger fractures on his right hand, and dozens of soft tissue contusions all over his body.

The injuries were shocking.

The corridor outside the ward was almost full.

The flower baskets and fruit baskets sent by the provincial department, the municipal bureau, and various related units almost blocked the passage.

This is even more exaggerated than some leaders being hospitalized.

At the bedside.

Qi Tongwei's college girlfriend, Chen Yang.

She looked at him with red eyes, her heart aching, unable to utter a single word.

Qi Tongwei's face was expressionless; he simply stared quietly at the ceiling.

"Squeak—"

The ward door was gently pushed open.

A well-dressed middle-aged woman walked in, carrying an exquisite thermos.

She is Chen Yang's mother, Wang Fuzhen.

I saw her.

Chen Yang stood up, somewhat surprised: "Mom, what brings you here?"

Qi Tongwei's gaze also turned in that direction, a ripple of emotion stirring within him.

He knew this high-ranking official's wife all too well.

Four years of university.

Wang Fuzhen never gave him a second glance.

The disdain and contempt in his eyes.

It stung his sensitive and proud self-esteem like a needle prick.

Wang Fuzhen warned Chen Yang more than once.

Don't associate with a poor kid from the countryside; it's beneath your dignity.

however.

Today, Wang Fuzhen's face was filled with a kind smile that Qi Tongwei had never seen before.